A Big Job - Chapter 1 (NEW LONG TERM!!!) (Patreon)

Here it is! The very first chapter of the new story!

Here´s a brief summary:

Ron just started working on a new company. Sure, it´s small, but everyone´s really nice. And, for some reason he ignores, he´s the only guy there.

But there´s a reason for it, he´s not the only man just for no reason. As time goes on, he´ll soon realize that all of his coworkers are getting a little… taller.

Why? What´s happening? Well, they might be expanding by draining his energy. He´s tired after each day, but he thought it was due to the hard work, not because of something like this! No wonder why he´s got three free days a week.

He felt different ever since he started working there, not just the feeling of being drained, but the way he looks at his coworkers, he can´t tell why but, he seems to fall in love with them, a certain desire grows on him...

And, after falling for his lust, he soon realizes one thing, he´s shorter!

That can´t be true, right? What´s exactly going on at that office? Well, let´s just say this is magic...

When they reveal the truth, they will work on a way to stop the shrinking, but until then… it´ll be a long way. He´s got a contract after all…

The story will include growing, shrinking, beautification, and, soon, breastfeeding! Oh, and a HUGE boss. And everntually huge coworkers LOL.

I´m excited about this new story, and for the upcoming chapters, for now, here´s chapter 1.

Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

It´s a Brand-new day. The sun´s shinning in the sky, not a cloud in sight. There´s not many birds singing, well actually there´s no bird at all. Except for a few pigeons. This is the city, the big city.

Instead of birds, you can listen to the honk of the cars. Traffic´s always… well, it´s traffic. Long lines of cars, with everyone rushing to make their way to the final destination. Some to work, some to deliver, some to pick-up. Everyone´s on their way somewhere, and no one really has the time to wait in line behind one, two, or a dozen cars before the red light turns green.

Usually, there´s no rush, at least not a bigger one than the regular one. People are about five minutes earlier, or late, than they usually are. Everyone, except for one guy. Ron.

Ron´s a young man, he´s 23-years-old. And now, he´s running down the street as he tries to catch the bus.

“Oh man! How come my alarm didn´t wake me up? I´m gonna be late!” This was a special day to him, and yes, he was in a hurry.

Ron was on his way to a job interview. The first official job he´ll have. Well, at least related to the career he studied.

He´s young, and full of energy. But he´s not quite a morning person, and now, that´s a bit of a problem.

Ron´s running down the street, worried he might lose this opportunity because of his delay. So far, he´s not officially late, but he´s supposed to meet his new employer within five minutes and he´s still about… twenty minutes away. That if we assume he´s driving there.

Unfortunately, he doesn´t have a car. Which wouldn´t make much of a difference, traffic´s awful!

He would like to give a good first impression, and being late is not the one.

He had the perfect plan, he´d wake up at 7:00 am; shower, have some breakfast and be on his way. If things had worked as he planned them, then he would´ve entered the office about ten minutes ago. Being early, as a sign of someone responsible and punctual. But that wasn´t the case.

He didn´t quite miss the alarm, he just turned it off when it started and then closed his eyes to “rest them for one more minute”, but it backfired and he fell asleep for another hour.

A quick shower, he put on whatever seemed decent. A bite of something random and then he left his apartment.

“Wait!” He yelled, running late to catch the bus.

The good thing is he doesn´t live too far from the office, the bad thing is… he´ll have to rush.

This might not be a good start, but if this opportunity is for him, then he´ll get the job, no matter what.

After running several blocks, he was finally there.

“I… made… it.” He was exhausted. He´s not very athletic, not a lazy person, but it´s been ages since he ran this much. That´s if he ever has.

He´s got a decent built, slim and fit, but sprinting is not his sport. He doesn´t run much.

Ron would like to have this job. Working hours are fine, a little less than the average 40-hour weeks. If he gets the job, he´ll have three days off a week. THREE! Which means he´ll be working about 32-hours per week. And the job itself is not actually a big deal.

He´ll be in charge of the web site of the company. After all, he´s an expert on web design. His job will be mostly about making sure that the interface is friendly with every possible customer. That everything´s easy to find and that the design itself is nice.

Of course, he won´t take care of everything alone, but that´ll be explained later.

“I´m sweaty, gosh. I hope they don´t mind…” is it a good first impression to walk into an interview with a forehead covered in sweat? With visible sweat-stains on your shirt? Definitely not.

If he had been earlier, then there would be a chance there´s someone else in there, also looking for an interview; or even someone else already on the interview. Then, he´d have time to recover and for some of the sweat to dry off.

The problem is, he´s late. Fifteen-minutes late, and counting. He hasn´t entered the building yet.

The place he was heading wasn´t a big company. Even the job offer he found online said so.

“We´re a small company, located in…” there´s no more than a dozen employees working there at the time. In fact, if he gets hired, he´d be the fifth one. That´s right, a total of five people working there. And one of them is the boss.

As he stood outside, and also based on the online pictures of the place, he could see that this was in fact a small place. Not even a whole floor on some mildly big building; maybe not even a medium-sized one.

Ron entered, immediately meeting the front desk. The whole office was made up of five rooms. The reception, where he´s now. The area where they get the job done. The boss´s office. The lunch area, where they also store the cleaning supplies in a small closet back there. And another room, that will be specified later on.

“Good morning, can I help you, sir?” Came the voice of the lady behind the front desk.

She welcomed him with a friendly smile. Her skin was tanned, her hair was of a dark brown. Straight hair, with such a smooth look. And, if he had to guess, he´d say she´s a bit older than him, maybe in her thirties or so.

“Hi! I, uhm, I came for the interview. My name´s Ron.” He said, looking straight at her honey-colored eyes. This lady was pretty. That´s one of the first things a guy like him, who´s single, will notice.

“Ron… oh, Ron Hope? Yes, you´ve got an interview scheduled for today. But, aren´t you a little late? The interview was scheduled for 9:00 am, and right now, it´s…” The lady started.

“I know, and I´m sorry. I missed the bus and… I had to come running all the way over here. That´s also the reason why I look a bit… messy.” He apologized.

“Oh, but don´t apologize to me. It´s the boss you should be afraid of. But don´t worry, she´ll understand.” The lady replied with a smile.

She was friendly, and as he read the name written on the desk, he found out this was Angela. The receptionist seems like a kind woman. Attentive, friendly, and also pretty.

This led to a small question, do they often pick the prettiest lady to be the receptionist? Because Angela was gorgeous.

“I´ll call Mrs. Caswell, to let her know you´re in your way. And again, don´t worry, we´ve ran late once or twice. It´s fine.” This was relieving, but this wasn´t the boss.

Angela seemed like a cool lady. Welcoming, kind, understanding. Surely, if the boss is as nice as she is, there won´t be a problem.

The thing is, receptionist should be this way. Nice and open to assist whoever comes in. It´s true that this is no rule, but it applies to Angela.

“Yes? Mrs. Caswell. I called you because… yes, he arrived. I know, he´s a little late.” It seems she´s been waiting for him, and it sounds as if she doesn´t like to wait. “I´ll send him your way, bye.” Angela hang up the phone and turned at him. “Mrs. Caswell will meet you at her office. Just cross this door right here and make your way across the room. It´s easy to find her office, it´s literally a couple feet across the room, the office ain´t that big. Plus, her door literally has a golden tag that says: “Mrs. Caswell. There´s no way you´ll get lost.”

“Thank you.” He said.

“Good luck.” She said.

Then, he just walked across the glass door behind the desk and entered.

As he did, Angela lost no time on checking him out.

“He´s kind. Apologetic, which means he´s nice. And he´s also…” she stopped and checked him out as he entered. “Nice ass…” she thought.

Ron didn´t notice Angela was checking him out. If he gets the job, he´ll notice that, behind that polite exterior, behind that sweetness, there´s a naughty side…

There´s not much he knows about this company, well other than the basics. The company´s mainly focused on publicity. Not of the colossal kind, more like the regular business, the one fit for a small company.

Other than the mission and vision of the company, and of course the location and schedule, he doesn’t know much.

He wasn´t sure what to expect when he crossed the door.

When he was in, he saw three desks. One of them was empty, surely that´s the one he´ll occupy, if he gets the job.

On the other two desks, there were two ladies. One on each desk. On his left side, there was a blonde lady. Of a mature age, probably over forty, and she was as bit chubby. And on his right side, a woman about his age. Red hairs, some cute glasses.

When he entered, both of them stopped working on their computers and turned at him.

“Hi!” Said the older lady. Waving her hand at him while the younger one simply looked at him from head to toes.

“Hi.” He replied, smiling at both.

“Are you the young man with the interview for today?” The older lady asked.

“Yes! I´m Ron, nice to meet you.” He said.

“Nice to meet you too, I´m Gertrude and this is Miranda.” The blonde lady pointed at the red-haired one, and she simply waved.

It seems that Miranda´s of the quiet kind. And Gertrude´s surely one of those mature ladies who like to greet people.

“Nice to meet you.” He said.

“Aren´t you running late?” The red-haired lady asked.

“Hey! Miranda, don´t be rude. He just got here.” Gertrude said.

“Yes, that´s my point. He -just- got here. The interview should´ve started about… twenty minutes ago.” She said as she looked at the time.

“I know, I´m sorry to be late, I… I have no excuse.” Ron said, “So I think I better get to the boss´s office soon.”

“Great idea.” Miranda commented.

“It´s that door right at the back.” Gertrude said as she pointed towards the door.

These two ladies seem friendly. Well not quite. Gertrude does, and the other lady, Miranda, she doesn´t seem to be the kind that hesitates to point out what´s wrong. Still, they both welcomed him. In their own ways.

Now, as he crosses the room, he can see the door at the back, the one with the name: “Mrs. Caswell” written on it.

He´s a bit nervous. All ladies there seemed nice, well not Miranda, at least not entirely. But that may be his fault. She was right, he was late.

The main deal is, will Mrs. Caswell think of this the same way? Will she be mad? Upset? Can this be a deal breaker? Will that mean he won´t get the job?

At least, he´s sure enough, she´ll point out he´s late.

As he got to the door, both ladies were looking at him, just like the receptionist, Angela.

“He´s cute.” Gertrude gestured with her mouth so that Miranda could know what she had in mind.

“Meh, so so…” Miranda added.

Whether they completely agree on how handsome he is, there´s one thought they both share. He´ll do, and they are not quite speaking of getting the job done. At least not the job he has in mind…

Ron hesitated a little. The door was of wood, solid wood. He wasn´t sure whether to knock or just walk in.

“Probably knock.” He thought.

knock knock

It´ll be for the best if he goes by the rules. Even if Mrs. Caswell´s already waiting for him inside, he should, at least, announce himself before he walks in.

“Come in!” Came a woman´s voice from inside.

Ron did as she said and opened the door. If anything, he should at least smile before walking in.

“Hi! I´m Ron.” He greeted as soon as the door was fully open.

When he stepped into the room, he could tell it was a bit old-fashioned, the decoration I mean. There were book-shelves, a couple, all filled with dozens and dozens of books. Perhaps, the boss likes to read?

There was a carpet all over the floor, quite an antiquity. Instead of the regular led lights, there was a chandelier hanging from the roof. And the light wasn´t very bright, a bit dim in fact.

Right in front of the door, there was this lady sitting on the desk. A big, and beautiful desk. Hand-crafted with the finest wood. Not just some fake furniture made of cardboard and paint over a layer of plastic. No, this desk was made of solid wood.

“No, you´re late.” Came the woman´s voice.

Mrs. Caswell doesn´t sound so happy about this. Time´s money, right?

He could see the disappointment on her face, a pretty face actually. Aside of noting her disgust for the delay, he could also tell she was a fine lady.

Her skin was pale, and her eyes were of an emerald green. Her hair was of a raven color, and her lips were of a dark red.

She was a beautiful woman, mature as well. Probably about Gertrude´s age, but with a  different body type.

He couldn’t tell her exact shape since she was sitting behind the desk, but he could notice a couple things. First, her neck was long, elegant and graceful, which means she´s not fat. And why does he doubt that? Well, her breasts are… BIG!

He can´t tell if she´s got a thin waist, and he can´t see her hips; but he can see her boobs. Not straight, he´s not leering, he just noticed, as his eyes ran over her instinctively, that she´s carrying a big, and ample bosom.

Plus, her blouse´s got a few buttons lose. Which displays a sensuous line of cleavage. Smooth, round, sexy cleavage.

“I´m sorry, ma´am. I know I´m late. It´s just that, I missed the bus. I had to run all the way…” he started, before she interrupted.

“Ron, do you really want to start with excuses? Is that the first impression you want to give me?” she asked.

“I… no, ma´am.” He replied.

“I know. Now, why don´t you take a sit so that we can start with the interview. You know, the one that should´ve started almost half-an-hour ago?” she instructed.

“Yeah. I´m sorry.” She noticed two things, he listens and he´s apologetic. That´s nice.

The interview was quite a regular one. The usual questions, why is he applying. What is he looking for. What´s his main goal. Will he work hard, how hard would that be. Where does he see himself in five or ten years. Nothing out of the regular.

However, Mrs. Caswell was looking for something other than just his response. Not thinking on this as the boss, nor as his friend, there were a few other things, not quite work-related, that she was checking on.

This is what she understood. He´s proactive, he´s kind, he´s apologetic. He doesn´t have goals much bigger than the average. And, apparently, one of the main reasons why he´s working there is because of the schedule, and partially the payment. Which, based on the hours worked, is quite generous. Quite a competitive salary.

Other than doing a good job, Mrs. Caswell was looking for the signs that will show he´s “qualified” for what they have in mind for the new guy. For starters, he must be a man. Why? Well, the rest of the people there are women, and they need a man for the “goals” they have settled.

And no, this isn´t work related. He´s unaware, but there´s much more behind this company than just publicity. So much more…

“Ok, I´ve heard everything I need. Would you like to start tomorrow?” Mrs. Caswell asked.

“Wha… tomorrow? You mean, I got the job?!” For real? And, wow! This was fast!

“Yes. You´re exactly what we´re looking for!” Mrs. Caswell said.

“Well, thank you! I… sure! I can start tomorrow, or even right now! If you want me.” He said.

“No, dear. You´ll start tomorrow. I can see you´ve gotten a bit tired making your way here. It´ll be better if you come here once you´re… well rested, you know what I mean?” She said, and she wasn´t kidding, he must be well rested. But why?

“Sure! With all the energy, I got it!” Ron said, so happy he got the job.

Then, he stood up and extended his hand, wanting to shake Mrs. Caswell´s hand, as another way to thank her for the opportunity.

“Thank you, ma´am.” He said, standing right in front of her.

“Please,” she said as she pushed her chair back from the desk and stood up. What happened next overwhelmed him a bit.

Mrs. Caswell stood up, and up, and up. He´s not capable of telling how tall someone is while sitting. Much less if there´s a desk in the middle. Mrs. Caswell seemed to be tall, maybe 5´9” if he wasn´t mistaken. Or 5´11” if she wore heels, she seemed tall.

But, he wasn´t quite ready to see that she wasn´t as tall as he thought. She was taller!

“Call me Mrs. Caswell.” She said, making her way across the desk and standing right in front of him. Two-inches taller.

She wasn´t wearing any heels, Mrs. Caswell was 6´2”. Is that a problem? Not at all. However, he had no idea she´d be so hot!

He didn´t stare, but he did notice her body.

Her bosom bounced a bit with each step. Her waist was slim, and beneath, she had some wide hips. Fleshy hips. Mrs. Caswell´s legs were thick, that could be seen by the way she fills up that skirt.

He couldn´t see much of her shapely legs since he didn´t have the time, and he also didn´t notice her big, peach-shaped butt. Mrs. Caswell was a bombshell!

“Thank you so much for the opportunity!” He rapidly said, not wanting to be spotted dumbfounded by her curves. Or her height.

“No. Thank YOU… for your interest…” Mrs. Caswell wasn´t lying, he was perfect for the job. So perfect…