Workplace Relationship [Macro/Micro, Straight]

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>"Where is he!?"
"Jesus, Boss, calm down!"
>Your boss opened the door with such force the upper hinges snapped off the wall.
>"You check the conference rooms?"
"Yes, the whole floor's clear."
>"That little weasel..."
"Puma."
>"Not. Now. Anon." The fuming lizard huffed between gritted teeth.
>You noticed her already heavy footfalls slamming harder against the ground, and her head inched higher towards the ceiling.
"Look, not trying to be condescending or anything, but he's a puma."
>"Figure of speech. Check the break room."
"Look! I don't want you getting your claws on the wrong guy, alright?"
"We've got two weasels in marketing, they do good work."
>"Slimy, fuckin' pr*ck."
>"Knew the books were off. Clerical error my ass."
"The police are already looking into it, Anita, we-"
>"Do not... Use my first name... IN THE OFFICE!"
>You had to cover your ears at that one. Her booming voice was accompanied by another surge of height.
>She sighed, looking down at you.
>Her furious brow eased up as you both stopped in the hallway.
>"Bedroom. Not in the office. 'Kay, Hun?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
>She calmed down, but that wasn't saying much.
>She still had that predator look.
>She turned around, stomping to the stairwell.
>Office supplies and cubicle walls rattled as the Amazonian woman trudged past.
>"Don't need the others getting ideas like this dick."
>You struggled to keep up with your boss as you both headed down. For every few steps you took she bounded down an entire flight.
"The police have the evidence already, Boss! This isn't gonna change anything!"
>"He made it personal!"
>As you landed on another flight, you turned only to run face first into Anita's massive chest.
>Your muffled cry of surprise was cut short as she hoisted you up with a muscular lizard arm and tore down the remaining steps to the basement parking lot.
>”Last place he could be.” She declared, squeezing herself through the metal doorframe.
>You followed, careful to avoid her thrashing tail.
>”Unless he’s cowering under a desk upstairs...”
>”Anon, make, model, color, gimme something.”
“Rolls Royce, 4-door, off-white.” You rattled off.
>You both scanned the parking lot.
“Don’t make it worse for the lawyers. He’s already getting a decade at least.”
>”No promises.”
>Unfortunately for the embezzler, Anita spotted him before you did.
>You’ve never heard a man, much less a predator like him, shriek so loud.
>And as she tore across the parking lot towards him, she kept on growing.
>And she wasn’t going to let a little thing like property damage get in her way.
>The jangle of keys falling on concrete, the slam of lizard feet on the ground, the distinct tingle of shattering glass, and the crunching metal were all you heard.
>You got there just in time before she did any serious damage.
>Lucky him. There aren’t any cameras in this area of the parking lot.

***
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>The room spun around you.
>Your vision spun, your sense of balance went haywire, and you lost your breath in a sudden gasp.
>You fell backwards, your butt landing on the expensive rub beneath.
>The now much larger, much softer rug.
>You could never keep your balance after Anita did her thing.
>How big were you this time?
>No.
>Better question.
>How small were you?
>Things came into focus.
>What you saw was a ceiling of green.
”Heeeeeyyyyyy, Bossssss…”
>You groggily waved up at your still blurry CEO.
>She only smirked down at you, past her crossed legs.
>“Getting used to it?” She asked.
>You gave her a so-so gesture with your hand.
>Shakily, you stood and regained your senses.
>Anita had sat down in her luxurious office chair, her claws clamped the hand rests at her side.
>Her thick, heavy tail dragged itself to and fro on the floor behind the sitting lizard.
>”I wanted to try something different today, Anon.”
>The giantess above you wiggled the toes of the foot looming above you.
>”A little test…” she said, smiling at the unintentional pun, “to see if we can spend some quality time together in the office.”
“Boss.” You teased. “You know the handbook forbids interpersonal relationships between employees.”
>”I wrote it.” She declared.
>She uncrossed her legs and playfully bumped you with a toe-claw, pushing you further beneath the desk.
>”But I also look the other way when it doesn’t hurt productivity.”
>She scooted her chair in and settled down.
>You heard papers being shuffled above you.
>”Just do your thing, Hun.”
>Anita towered above everyone in the office, you included.
>Hell, the reason the ceilings were so high was because of her.
>Her feet were already huge when you were normal-sized.
>At this perspective, they were gargantuan.
>Thankfully, Anita took her health seriously.
>Her claws were well-manicured and her clean scales smelled of sweet lilac.
>Seemed like she cleaned them in preparation for you as well.
>You wasted no time, pushing your tiny palms into the thick meat of her plump toes and massaged as best you could.
>Being only being three, perhaps four inches tall, you wondered how she even felt anything.
>She was already enjoying it if her content sigh was anything to go by.
>”A client’s coming in fifteen minutes.”
>"Just get me through the meeting and you can head out."
>”Don’t crawl underneath anything you shouldn’t, alright?”
>To add emphasis, she threw you off balance by flexing her toes.
>The things you do for this woman…

***
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“Well, that proves it.”
“The entire department’s just bleeding us money at this point.”
>”My thoughts exactly.”
“How haven’t we noticed this before?”
>”Friends hiring friends. They covered for each other, no doubt.”
>”Got too big to hide, at this point.”
>”That’s why I had you investigate.”
“How the hell are these people all entitled to severance packages?”
>”Like I said, friends.”
>”Someone from HR gave them very nice contracts.”
>”Take a look. Dug this up after I read your report earlier.”
“…”
“That much?! Is this a joke?!”
>”Unfortunately, no.”
”Christ, Boss, it’ll be a nightmare getting rid of these idiots.”
“So we either lawyer up or pay them that much when we kick their butts outta here?”
>”Hmm, not quite, Anon.”
“You have a plan?”
>”Loopholes go both ways.”
>”If an outside investigator finds these issues we’re within our rights to immediately fire them without compensation.”
“Oh, thank God…”
>”I’ve taken the initiative and called my brother to sort out this mess.”
“Terry?”
>”Yes, my little brother.”
>”He does these sorts of things all the time.”
>”He’ll give us all the leverage we need.”
>”Besides, it was about time you met him anyway.”
“Will that, you know, cause any legal trouble? You know, ‘cause you’re related?”
>”I wouldn’t worry about that.”
>”He’s good at downsizing.”
“Well that’s good, I was, wait…”
>”…”
“You cracked a smile there, Boss.”
>”Oh, did I now?”
“He’s got your uh… gift too, doesn’t he?”
>”Hmm, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
>”I told him you’d be joining us.”
>”He’s coming early for lunch and will take care of our problem this afternoon.”
>“He’ll like you.”
“Where’s Terry meeting us?”
>”Toni’s.”
“The pizza place?”
>”Mmm hmm. Across town.”
“The man has taste.”
>You and the woman beside you stepped out of the elevator.
>After greeting the nearby janitor, you both walked towards the adjacent parking garage.
>Your steps were a bit quicker than usual to keep pace, just as the dragoness’s were noticeably slower.
“My car or yours?”
>”I’ll give you a ride.”
>”Your car’s a bit… cramped.”
>To emphasize her point, the big girl stretched her arms high above her head, scraping her claws against the concrete ceiling.
>You chuckled, remembering how, even with the seat as far back as possible, Anita had to bend her neck to the side so her horns weren’t jabbing the roof your car.
>”He’s never been one for those ‘hoity toity’ sit down places.”
>Anita rolled her eyes and gave you air quotes around her colorful description.
>”Can’t say I like them either.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
>The dragoness looked at you, giving you a dubious look while arching an eyebrow.
>”Don’t think too hard, Hun.”
“Uh…”
>First time you heard this from her.
>”Is it the, uh… Do you not like the stares?”
>You ‘groped’ a pair of large, invisible breasts in front of you.
>A hearty, nasally chuckle came from your boss.
>”I’m used to the attention.”
>”You of all people should know how much pride I take in my appearance.”
>Oh, you were intimately familiar with that fact.
>”No, it’s because I can’t fit inside.”
>Oh. Duh.
>”Most places aren’t built for dragons.”
“Huh, makes sense.”
“So, is your brother like, bigger than you?”
>”Oh, not at all. He’s about your height.
“Really? Wow.”
>”Don’t ask how it works. Doctors never figured it out either.”
>”Toss your briefcase in the back.”
>Anita led you to the back of her larger car, popping open the trunk and motioning you to step in front of her.
>After you threw your belongings in and slammed it shut you felt a heavy green hand on your shoulder.
>You probably should’ve seen this coming.
“Clever gi-“
>A wave of vertigo hit you before you finished your Jurassic Park reference.
>The burst of sensation overwhelmed your body as her otherworldly power wracked your body.
>Before long your senses came back into order.
>Large green fingers surrounded you, holding you gently but firmly with practiced ease.
>A grinning maw of draconic fangs loomed above you.
>”I didn’t say you could ride in my car, Anon.”
>”I said I’d give you a ride.”
>Well, that explains it.
>A ‘fake because’ if you ever heard it.
>She just really enjoyed doing this to you.
>”Bit smaller than I wanted, but you’ll do.”
>With each step Anita took, vibrations ran through your body, jiggling you in her grip.
>She sat down in the driver’s seat.
>”I’m sure these will provide more protection than an air bag, anyway.”
>The dragon gently dropped you a few inches into the crook of her breasts.
>Not even her expensive suit could contain their mass.
>Her heartbeat quickened as she felt you flail for a moment, settling into a comfortable position.
>Your boss unbuttoned her suit, giving her just enough give to reach her fingers in to tweak her nipples for a minute.
>The womanly coos you ordinarily heard in the bedroom were now deep, throaty grunts that both shook and thrilled you.
>The light-green mounds surrounding you rose and fell with each excited breath she took.
>”Don’t get lost in there.” Anita said, starting the car’s engine.

***

>You were hoping for something a bit more intimate tonight.
>But your boss had persuaded you to do a favor.
>Who would have thought horns needed polishing?
>The hectic and unpredictable workload had Anita cancel more than a few appointments with her cosmetologist.
>You hadn’t noticed until she pointed it out, but the dark brown keratin was dulled and didn’t much stand out.
>She demonstrated the proper technique on the bony spines of her tail, but the ones on her back and head couldn’t be done without a partner.
>She sprawled herself naked on her stomach, her voluptuous chest spread across the carpet and she had to rest her head on her hands to compensate.
>You worked in silence. Nothing needed to be said.
>You enjoyed spending time with Anita.
>And she was enjoying the pampering.
>All you heard was the occasional low, happy growls from the dragon.
>It was almost surreal seeing your boss so relaxed.
>She needed more than just a bit of grooming; the girl was driven, but even she needed to take a break.
“Done with your tail.” You announced.
>The dragoness, lying on her stomach, lazily glanced over to examine your work.
>Her tail flicked to and fro. You had enough experience to know where to stand to avoid its reach.
>”Superb work.”
“Want me to get your horns too?”
>”Please.” The woman said, pushing herself off the floor and standing to her full, Amazonian height.
>She moved to a nearby chair.
>”Careful you don’t stain the upholstery.”
“No worries.”
>Even sitting down, her head was still higher than yours.
>Only when her chair reclined were you once again given the rare sight of looking down on Anita.
>You dabbed a fresh, clean towel with polish and began rubbing it into one of her larger horns.
>Thanks again, Anon.” Anita said, closing her eyes and relaxing into her cushioned headrest.
>”It’s been weeks since I last visited the girls at the salon.”
“No problem, Mom.”
>You halted.
>Your eyes jolted wide.
>Did you really just say that?
>Did Anita hear?
>What would she say?
>What if you damaged your relationship?
>If she didn’t notice your slip-up, she might have noticed you stopped.
>Slowly, the green lizard turned her head towards you.
>You recognized the look on her face.
>The haughty grin she gave naïve, upstart employees who thought they knew better than their superior.
>That look she got upon hearing the news her company beat out four competitors for a lucrative contract.
>It was like an alpha predator gazing upon a lamb that stumbled into its lair.
>She grinned.
>She looked you in the eyes.
>And she let silence reign.
>”Mom.” She declared.
>It was not a question, but a statement.
>”Whatever did you mean by that?”
>You felt something around your ankles, and looked down to see her tail slink around and up your leg.
>”Do I look like your mom?”
>You tried to shake it off, but it yanked you closer.
>A large, green hand kept you from stumbling; it held your shoulder tight while her claws lightly scraped your back.
>”Or do you think I should be a mom?”
>You tried to form a coherent sentence, but the sheer dominating presence of Anita made you stutter and grasp for words.
>”I suppose I’d make a good mother, don’t you agree?” She teased.
>This was not the direction you thought this would go.
>”A nice, big clutch of dragons running around…”
>Not now, b*ner, not now.
>”Oh, what a challenge that would be.”
>”How could I possibly run a company at the same time?”
>”If only…”
>Her tail dragged itself a little higher.
>”I had…”
>Her draconic hand moved lower.
>”Some help…”

***

>”You brought this on yourself, Hun.”
>You s*cked in a sharp breath of air.
>There was only a moment for you to respond.
“I plead the fifth!” You cried out, pushing with all your might.
>As you completed your pushup a heavy mass pressed down upon you.
>It was like Atlas failing to uphold the world.
>Your workout partner’s supple breast pushed you back to the mat below.
>You fast learned the futility of resisting the weight.
>At this size you had to roll with the punches.
>Just as you were completely pinned in warm tit-flesh, the pressure lifted and rose into the sky.
>Anita pushed herself up again, exhaling through her nostrils.
>Muscular, thick arms supported her immense frame looming over you.
>As she reached her apex, she spoke.
>”I knew it was you…“
>Down, and up again with a heavy, feminine grunt.
>”Bringing in all those Milky Ways...”
>Down, and up again.
“It’s Halloween!” You screamed, in your defense.
>Down, and up again.
>”Right outside my office door…”
“Don’t act like you didn’t love th-HURK!”
>The dragoness shifted herself, ungracefully plopping herself against the ground and ensuring her n*pple pinned you as added punishment.
>You could feel the stiffness through her sports bra.
>Tired as you were from the workout, you managed to dig yourself out from beneath her enormous breast.
>Even beneath her chin you could make out the sly smile on her face.
>You rested against her chest, the both of you catching your breath for a moment.
“You’re welcome.”
>Anita grunted in reply, pushing you with a massive claw into the scaled breasts behind you.
>”What do you think, Anon?”
“I think we’re done.”
>”No, no…” She decided, wrapping her fingers around you.
>”Need to work off that candy.”
>”How about a jog around the block while the weather’s nice?”
“Sounds like you'll be going without me."
>"Without you?" Anita said, standing with you clasped tight.
>The dragon chuckled, pulling the stretchy fabric of her running shorts forward and dropping you into the depths below.

***

>”Heading out for lunch?”
“Yes.” You answered, pausing in the doorway to the executive suite. “Want anything, Boss?”
>The green dragoness closed her eyes and tapped her pen against a pad of paper, thinking.
>She stood, huffing and pulling at the edges of her suit.
>”As a matter of fact, yes.”
>She swung around her desk and closed the distance in a few steps.
>Anita adjusted and tugged at her dress shirt as she walked.
>”Come with me.”
>As usual, Anita took point and you walked just behind her right side, close enough to avoid her tail swings.
>Employees sat straighter and typed quicker at her approach.
>Even on the rug walkway, the dull thuds of her steps emanated through the office floor and signaled workers of her approach.
>Her normal, distinct pattern was different today.
>The dragon usually kept a slower pace, well aware of how much distance her strides covered compared to yours, but now she moved with purpose to the elevator.
>A claw tapped the down button.
>Anita again fiddled with her clothes, this time pulling them in multiple directions.
>They seemed unwrinkled as always, you weren’t sure what the problem was.
>She stopped the moment she noticed you staring, and stared at the digital numbers climbing higher.
>You glanced around to make sure the coast was clear.
 “Something wrong?” You asked, staring ahead.
>”Something… I need you to take care of…” She whispered.
>The door dinged and slid open.
>Anita entered first and stood in the center, hands clasped behind her back. Her tail brushed against the back wall.
>As always in the office, you assumed your position at her right side.
>Anita hit the button for the underground parking garage, the furthest floor from the current position.
“So, what did y-“
>The moment the door closed Anita was touching you.
>You let out a surprised grunt as Anita yanked you in front with arm and tail.
>The dragon groaned, and hugged you close.
>Her massive, four-toed paws planted to the left and right of your own.
>You fit into Anita like a key to a lock.
>”Hold these.” Anita ordered.
>As if you’d refuse.
>A heavy breast fell atop both shoulders and your head was pulled into Anita’s vast cleavage.
“J-Jesus!” You exclaimed. “Feeling frisky?”
>”Not quite.” Anita sighed.
>Draconic tit-flesh muffled her speaking, but you heard her well enough.
>Her suit hugged her curves well.
>”My bra snapped. It’s throwing me off.”
“Really?” You asked, looking at the underside of her dragon muzzle. “Hot.”
>You think you saw her smile.
>She put her hands on the sides of her clothed breasts and pushed inward.
>”Enjoy it while it lasts. I need you to fix it.”
“Do I look like a tailor?”
>”No. But I need you to-“
>The elevator slowed.
>You both panicked, and you pushed yourself out of Anita’s snug embrace as she brushed her clothes back to perfection.
>You both put your hands behind your backs and stood straight.
>Following a ding, the door opened at the eleventh floor.
>Marketing.
>A timid squirrel intern fumbling with a stack of binders stood dumbfounded.
>She was rooted to the spot; prey scared to stillness from the presence of an alpha predator.
>You were two heads taller than her, but Anita was a titan in comparison.
>You waved hello.
>Anita growled, judging the small boy.
>The door closed just as the frightened employee began apologizing.
>The dragoness sighed.
>You chuckled.
>”Here.” Anita said, jangling a key-ring between her ivory claws. “Go to my house and get me a new one. You know where they are.”
>The key-ring fell into your palm. The larger-than-average keys felt strange in your fingers.
“Is it really that bad.” You asked, pocketing the keys.
“I mean, I don’t exactly have a pair, but-“
>”Being big is nice, but I need that support.” She answered.
>”Everything’s off.” She said, again adjusting her shirt.
>”And you know how productivity lessens when I’m absent.”
>As the door skimmed open to the parking lot, Anita switched back to her serious tone.
>”Bring it immediately. Take lunch afterwards.”
>Seeing nobody else in the basement with you, you turned and waved.
>Before the elevator took her back up, Anita smiled and waved back.