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New World Order

Chapter3

Olivia rummaged around in some drawers and pulled out a tupperware tub that paired up with a stainless steel cheese grater lid. She gently opened her hand up over the tub and he rolled inside with an ‘oof’. He looked up in time to see the dark lid descend towards him.

He went foetal but it didn’t crush him. It was just placed on top, closing him into this new prison.

He could hear elastic bands being wrapped around the lid and the tub. Then he was being lifted up again, he could see artificial light swaying through the small cheese grater holes. He didn’t have a clue where he was going.

There was a few seconds of swaying, he braced himself in the corner of the tub, panting heavily, unsure what was happening next.

There was a loud thud, it vibrated through the tub, and it made him jump. Then he could see movement through the stainless steel grille holes. He had been put down somewhere.

Olivia was hovering around doing something.

“Goodnight Sam,” she finally spoke near to the holes, causing him to recoil in surprise.

Everything went dark as she turned the light out. He sat there, shivering, waiting for something to happen but it didn’t. He soon heard her snoring nearby.

*

Light spilled in through the grille holes, he winced and shielded his eyes with his hand. His face felt haggard, he hadn’t slept much at all, he must have drifted off at one point.

He could hear Olivia moving about and around her bedroom, presumably getting ready for work. His tub was suddenly picked up, causing him to renew his grip on the sides.

He desperately needed a piss, he didn’t know what to do.

“Time to go to work,” Olivia murmured and he felt his box being lifted upwards and then shortly downwards. Darkness surrounded him from above, he was being put into something, perhaps a bag.

Then darkness again.

Followed by endless swaying that caused him to feel nauseous.

*

After what felt like an eternity his tub was lifted out again, he could hear the elastic bands being taken off around his tub and then the lid was lifted off.

Artificial light burst into the tub, causing him to shut his eyes and gasp in shock. Then he felt the tub tip below him, his stomach lurched and gravity took over. He fell a couple of feet and hit a hard surface, collapsing in a heap.

He looked up quickly, he was shocked to see where he was, he was on Olivia’s desk at work. She had taken him to work with her? What was he her pet?

Wait! Maybe she was going to make good on her promise and make him big again…

He looked around, everything was huge, a stapler the size of a car to him, pencils and pens were long logs of wood and metal.

Then he spotted a giant face peering down at him with glee from the other side of the desk. It was Lucy.

“So, you decided to keep him then,” Lucy grinned down at the naked Sam. He winced at her piercing stare.

“Yes, I actually found a use for him,” Olivia replied with a chuckle.

“I bet you did,” Lucy replied. “They’re quite good aren’t they, once they realise that they need to be completely compliant. It took a bit of time to break my one in, but eventually he learned what was best for him,” Lucy purred and bit her lower lip with her teeth as she looked Sam up and down.

He cowered, not wanting her to grab hold of him. He was so focused on her he didn’t see Olivia’s giant hand approach him from the other side.

Giant log sized fingers curled around him, trapping him inside her fist and he was lifted up in the air.

“I had best prepare for my first meeting,” Olivia stated. He heard Lucy depart.

The fingers opened up slightly and he looked upwards outside of her giant palm. Olivia was looking down at him with a stern expression.

“I should find somewhere to put you,” he eyes suddenly looked down below.

“No!” he shrieked. “No, please don’t,” but the hand was already lowering him down to her skirt. She was wearing a skirt today, that wasn’t like her.

She lifted the skirt up with her other hand, lifting her panties and pulling them away from her womanhood. He grabbed hold of her index finger, very reluctant to go back there, but he was given no choice.

The giant hand tipped on its side, both hands grabbed at him and then dropped him.

He fell for a second and bounced on the fabric of the panties.

He slid downwards towards the huge hairy mound in front of him, all the way to the bottom of the panties, the slightly wet pussy stared straight at him.

Without any warning it shot towards him at sonic speed as the panties were let go and the elastic snapped back in place.

He was slammed face and body first into the hairy pussy and pressed up against it by the panties behind.

He felt a wiry hair in his mouth and he wriggled against the hairy tentacles around him, he was surrounded and pressed against it.

He moaned as he could feel her legs closing slightly, trapping him inside this warm hairy prison, as she prepared for her first meeting of the day.

*

Olivia decided to let the dust settle on what happened to Sam for a bit, before she made her next move. Forty-eight house passed by.

She had been asked by Martin Wheeler where Sam was, whether she had heard from him. He had found it odd that Sam had been named CEO, gone out drinking and then disappeared. It wasn’t the best career move after all.

Of course Olivia had denied all knowledge.

She heard that the police had been called, the investigation came and went. There was no evidence of his disappearance. Witness statements last placed him at a bar, then nothing.

Martin Wheeler had stepped into the main decision making role, but ultimately he was a man who preferred his golfing, wining and dining clients and travelling, he was all for a board meeting, but he didn’t relish all of the meetings and challenging decisions to make.

So he ultimately turned to Olivia; as the only rational choice.

She was named acting CEO two weeks later, until Sam turned up of course…

But he didn’t turn up.

So time went on and she continued to be CEO, in a role she had always deserved, but she needed to cement her position, it needed to be formally ratified by the board.

They continued to hang onto the whole idea that Sam was going to magically reappear and they could have their young male buck back as CEO, but he didn’t come back.

Little did they know that he spent most of his time nestled in her crotch in the daytime, at night time he was her sex toy, and she didn’t want to give up her little sex and play toy now.

In fact she had sat through several board meetings with him stuffed inside her panties or even in her pussy. She had very much enjoyed that experience.

The defining day in Olivia’s Premiership to date was when the bill passed through Parliament. To be precise it was the Act of Size Alteration.

Concurrently as the bill passed through Pharmadon was named as the sole supplier and R&D partner to the UK government of size altering technology. Her procurement teams had worked very hard on that, she was particularly proud of that move.

The Act of Size Alteration would have been subject to significant debate in Parliament and nationally, had the UK not been concurrently leaving the European Union at the time. Olivia’s team had worked with the government to ensure that the timing was impeccable. The whole UK/ EU issues were a perfect distraction.

Leaving the EU and the Act also enabled some other Acts of Parliament to occur, one of which had an amendment to the Human Rights Act which meant that Size Altered people 1 ft or below or above 12 ft could fall outside the Human Rights Act, this then kicked off a series of other Acts of Parliament.

What most of the people in the country did not pick up on was that Pharmadon was named as the sole proprietor of Size Alteration technology in the UK, this monopoly went under the radar for quite some time, it enabled Olivia to develop her new strategy.

For those eagle eyed legislation watchers, because it was ultimately reported, what they picked up on was that the Pharmaceutical company Pharmadon had essentially positioned itself as the sole Size Alteration technology company, but nobody believed that they actually had developed the technology. It was all theoretical, like human cloning.

The incident years ago with the senior scientist Lauren, at the rival pharmaceutical company, the rampage that the giantess had caused, leading to the destruction of the technology… or so they had thought.

However in the meantime, Olivia needed the Board to formally name her as the CEO, it needed to be formally recorded and signed. So she asked Lucy to pull together the paperwork needed, then she decided to pay the board a visit.

She decided to go for the jugular first, go for the hardest of the board members, Richard Parkinson. She knew exactly where to find him.

*

Olivia knew where to find Richard but it was in a semi-public place. She needed to have some backup. Luckily she had an incredibly loyal Personal Assistant, with Lucy. She had already showed her utmost loyalty by shrinking Sam in the first place and being the catalyst for this journey.

When Lucy next entered her office, now upstairs in the CEO’s office, to check if Olivia needed anything Olivia decided to ask her.

“Lucy, I need to ensure to ensure that my position as CEO is permanent,” Lucy nodded eagerly in agreement.

“I was thinking of paying some of the Board members a visit…”

“I thought you wouldn’t ask,” Lucy beamed. Despite all their years together Olivia still didn’t get why Lucy was so blindly eager to please her. But then again, she had always looked after Lucy in return, always been kind to her and never given her any doubt not to trust her.

“It’s going to mean…” Olivia paused, uncomfortable saying it out loud. “Using our special technology,”

“Good, those dickheads deserve what’s coming to them,” Lucy grimaced, but spoke without flinching.

“Okay,” Olivia responded, slightly wider eyes than usual, surprised at the ease of the conversation. She didn’t want to push her luck, but she was intrigued, she had to know the answer.

“Are you okay with doing all of this?” Olivia finally asked Lucy.

“If it gets you to where you need to be, I’m all for it. Plus a few less normal sized men about won’t do the world any harm now would it?” Lucy smirked, then started to leave.

“I’ll get my stuff, when are we going?”

“On the weekend, at the golf club,” Olivia replied as Lucy left her office. Lucy nodded as she left.

“I’ll bring my favourite golfing skirt.”

Olivia watched her go, silent and in shock at how easy that had been. If it had been the other way round she would have wanted to consider all of the risks and consequences, Lucy didn’t even blink.

Olivia glanced downwards to the edge of her seat. She could just about see her skirt. She lifted it up and pulled it towards her navel. She leaned forwards, looking over her enormous bust.

“Keep going Sam, I’m only just starting to get wet,” she send down encouragement to her little pussy slave.

Sam was on his knees, kneeling on the edge of the chair between her legs and massaging her pussy.

She could do with a bit bigger and a bit more power next time, she conceded, then she pulled open her drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

She clicked open the cap of the bottle and squirted it down his chest.

Sam reluctantly accepted the cold gooey substance on his chest, rubbing it with his hands and then using it to smudge across her pussy. Then he started to rub himself across her pussy and grab at her labia, fighting through her hairy bush.

Olivia placed her arms on her leather executive armchair, slowly spinning it around to look out of the large glazed window, then she leant backwards. The chair creaked slightly as she reclined, then she decided that she was just relax and wait for Sam to give her the orgasm that she had been waiting for.

*

Lucy was waiting in the golf course car park, she was wearing quite a skimpy skirt. Olivia never forgot how attractive Lucy was, unfortunately she could draw some attention at the golf course, people would remember her.

Then again, Olivia noted as she thudded over the tarmac, she was quite a large person, possibly larger in her bust, hips and butt than most other mobile women, she didn’t doubt that she could draw her own attention.

Lucy wore a sun visor and a low-cut top, to complete the ensemble. There was a lot of red and white, she had red fingernails and lipstick. It wasn’t usual for her to dress so boldly, but then again, Olivia usually only saw her in work garb. She suspected that Lucy enjoyed male attention, perhaps even yearned for it.

They entered the golf club building, working their way round the back via the bar.

Olivia had worked out where Richard would be by calling ahead to book the luxury entertainment suite. That asshole always wanted the best of everything, it was easy to establish where he would be.

They made their way upstairs, there wasn’t anybody about to see them so far. Then they could hear music and male voices cheering and shouting out.

They looked at each other, Lucy volunteered to scout out ahead. She tiptoed forwards, reaching the door, slowly opening it a crack and looking in for a few seconds.

Lucy returned.

“There are about, I would say eight guys in there, two female strippers,” she replied. “Maybe more guys though, I couldn’t see the whole room,”

Olivia swallowed hard.

“I don’t know if we can trust these shrinking guns enough,” she stammered, suddenly doubting her spontaneous plan. Was she getting greedy for power, was it causing her to be impatient?

Lucy shook her head, with a slight smile.

“They’re good, trust me,” there was a knowing twinkle in her eye, she turned to start back towards the room. Olivia grabbed her arm.

“What does that mean?” Olivia whispered. Lucy looked back and cocked her head.

“I’ve field tested them a few times…” she winked. “Are we doing this or not?” Olivia looked at the door, very anxious now. They each had a shrinking gun and a backup one each, just in case. Plus spare battery packs.

“We’re doing this,” Lucy started off again, Olivia grabbed her gently on her bicep, “but after this is over you’re going to be honest with me about what you’ve been up to,”

“Olivia, I would never do…”

“I know Lucy, but you need to trust me too, and I need to know what you’re up to,” Lucy paused, thinking for a second.

“Okay, fine, no problem boss, now can we go and shrink these fuckers?” Olivia nodded.

“How many Board members did you say were in there?” Olivia asked gently. Lucy paused in thought.

“I didn’t say, but I think I saw three of them plus Richard.” Olivia nodded, smiling inwardly, if there were four of them that was great.

“They’re mine, remember?” Olivia asked, “the rest of them are yours to do with, but they can’t leave,” Lucy nodded.

“What about the strippers?” Lucy asked.

“I’ve got no interest in harming or taking them,” Olivia replied immediately, looking at Lucy to gauged her reaction.

Lucy shrugged.

“I’m into men,” she winked, “most of the time, I reckon we should try and get them out first somehow.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Olivia said.

*

Richard Parkinson was pulling some more £50 notes out of his fat money clip. He liked the money clips and fifty notes, the eyes of both men and women seemed to sparkle alike. It gave him a bit of power over them in that moment, sometimes the moment lasted a bit longer.

He threw the notes on the floor.

“Time to suck him,” he demanded of the stripper. Enjoying looking at his friend Daniel, as he sat on the chair, stripped down to his boxer shorts. This was his third stag do this month, they were looking after him. Why the heck not?

The stripper glanced at him quizzically, then frowned.

“I don’t do that, I dance and strip, myself or others… you might be lucky to get a handjob, but that’s it.”

“What about you honey?” He pulled out some more notes, brandishing them and looking at the other stripper. She shook her head too. Backing away slightly.

They glanced at the door, one of the guys had shifted over to slightly block it.

“Well we’ve got to get our money’s worth somehow,” Richard stated, slightly gritting his teeth. He detested people resisting his will, it was much easier just to do what he wanted. It made his blood boil.

They looked back at the door, just in time to see it swing inwards and hit the guy in the back of the head.

“Oops, sorry,” a ladies’ voice spoke out from the other side. “Girls, can you come out here for a second?” the woman called.

The guy staggered forwards, rubbing his head angrily.

The strippers eagerly picked up their clothes, grabbed their money and shuffled out of the room.

“What the fuck?” one of the guys said.

Another clicked off the music.

“Hey, where are you going?” Another shouted after the strippers.

The door opened fully and a tall lady, with very long legs and a relatively short skirt stepped into the room, her high heels displayed her well-formed calves.

“Lucy?” Richard blurted out in surprise, recognising the CEO’s PA.

Lucy strode confidently into the room, she looked quite different to how he normally saw her. She was incredibly attractive already, but now, she was stunning.

He sat bolt upright, sobering slightly. His mind was whirling to work out what was happening, it was odd seeing her in this setting.

Then a large frame filled the doorway.

“Olivia?” He shouted out, several of the other board members swung their heads towards the doorway in equal astonishment.

A second later both women were pointing guns at them, they held a gun in each hand and instantly selected their targets.

*

Olivia had told the strippers to leave, then Olivia closed the door behind her, with her heel, as she entered the room. Her heart was thumping in her chest, but she felt a sudden rush of euphoria. Perhaps Lucy enjoyed this part of it as well.

She pointed her gun directly at Richard and fired it off. She gained instant satisfaction as she saw him start to shrink down.

She had set the guns to shrink down the clothes and anything that they were wearing as well, they didn’t want to have to clean all the clothes up afterwards.

Olivia pointed her other gun at another board member and fired. After a few seconds on each of them she pointed at another two targets. Within thirty seconds, between the two women they had fired their shrinking guns at all of the male occupants of the room.

It worked beautifully. The four board members, Lucy had been spot on with her counting, were writhing on the floor, shrinking down to a couple of feet tall.

Lucy’s on the other hand were shrinking smaller. She had decided to make her victims about six inches tall. Apparently she quite liked that size.

Lucy rushed across the room to chase her shrinking men. Two of them she scooped up easily and plopped them into her shoulder bag.

The other two were runners, she caught the first one relatively easily in both hands. The other she had to chase around chairs, stamping her feet near him playfully, then she chased him into the little private bar.

Olivia heard a scuffle and saw Lucy emerge with a tiny wriggling man in her hands. Lucy beamed and then put him inside her bag as well.

Her eyes widened and lit up.

“I’m going to enjoy playing with them later,” she smiled and bit her lip, then looked towards the board members.

They were all transfixed on Olivia.

“Olivia, what the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” The diminutive Richard bellowed up at her. He was a little over two foot tall. Lucy found it very amusing, but she let Olivia deal with this for now.

“Hello Richard, enjoying your strip show?” Olivia peered down at the little man standing between her feet. She enjoyed having her huge bust hovering above his head.

He had looked down upon her for years, it was about time. Revenge was sweet.

“What the hell are you doing? This is completely illegal!” He growled.

“Actually, its not Richard, in your diminutive form you are now no longer classed as a human, if you check the Size Adjustment Act. Any people with their size artificially adjusted below three feet tall are no longer classed as human,” she beamed as she looked down at him.

He staggered backwards, dumbfounded.

“What…”

“I want all of you to sign this document which formally names me as permanent acting CEO, in perpetuity, until my death.”

His eyes widened.

“You’re mad woman, what’s got into you, you can’t just shrink us and then tell us to sign a form, you’re insane. Make us big again immediately,” he demanded, hopping on his toes, eyes wide with anger as he looked up at her.

Olivia shrugged as she looked down at him casually.

“I can always make you smaller,” she said finally, raising one of the shrinking guns towards him.

“Don’t you dare!” he shouted up at her, holding up a hand to helplessly defend himself.

Olivia paused.

“So you’ll sign the forms?” she asked.

He growled up at her.

“No, I’m not going to be blackmailed into signing you over as CEO permanently,” Olivia shrugged, then looked at the other three. “You’re utterly crazy for doing this,” he added.

“How about you guys?” she asked, ignoring him. They all shook their heads nervously, glancing at Richard.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. She was surprised he held so much power over them that they followed him even now; at this size and predicament.

“May I?” Lucy impatiently stepped forwards, glancing at Olivia. Olivia gestured with a nod and a shrug.

Lucy pointed her shrinking gun at Richard, levelling it at his midsection and pressed the trigger. His eyes widened in shock, Olivia took pleasure in watching the man shrink down. His eyes were wide, his face a mask of surprise and fear as he continued to shrink and descend towards the floor.

His whole body diminished in front of their eyes. The other board members looked at him in disbelief as he continued to shrink, and shrink and shrink, down to about one inch tall.

Lucy and Olivia looked down at the tiny man with distain. He was the size of an insect to them now, barely worth any consideration, but they still needed something from him.

Lucy stepped forwards and pressed the heel of her stiletto shoe on the ground, pivoting her foot so that her toes oversailed and cast a shadow over the tiny Richard, she held her stance playfully.

He turned and started to run away from the giant foot. Lucy slammed her foot on the ground as he had cleared its danger zone. Her toes slammed down just behind him, causing him to look behind in panic, but he continued to run.

Lucy bent forwards at her hips, bending her knees slightly and reached down with her fingers. She caught the tiny man gently between her thumb and fingertips and lifted him up in the air.

She held him in front of her face, examining him. The pitiful thing was struggling below her fingers, looking around in fear, he didn’t know what to do in his predicament.

Lucy looked down at the other two-foot-tall board members.

“This will happen to you all if you don’t do what your CEO asks,” then, when she was sure that she had all of their attention she looked at Olivia and lifted the tiny man up in the air by Olivia’s mouth.

The women exchanged glances.

“Don’t you want to see how he tastes?” Lucy asked Olivia, a twinkle in her eye and she gave her a knowing wink.

Olivia smirked and her eyes focused on the tiny board member, previously such a thorn in her side, now he was whatever she wanted him to be.

She gave a brief nod and opened her mouth, tipping her head backwards.

Strands of saliva glistened between her open mouth.

Richard screamed with a piercing sound, realising his sudden vulnerable mortality.

Olivia ignored him and allowed Lucy to guide the tiny struggling thing towards her open mouth.

The two foot men started to mumble, terrified at what they were seeing.

Lucy lowered Richard down onto Olivia’s giant tongue, she felt his tiny wriggling legs tap against the top of her tongue as he struggled to keep his body away from her mouth.

Lucy pressed him further down and Olivia lapped at his tiny body. She could feel the fabric of his clothes against her tongue. It absorbed the moisture of her saliva.

She continued to lick at the tiny man, tickling his whole body playfully with the tip of her tongue. To him it probably felt like he was being thumped as the giant tip of the tongue batted at him.

Olivia looked down towards the other men.

“Okay, I’ll sign the forms,” one of them shouted out in panic.

“Me too,” another said, and within seconds she had all signatories she needed, apart from Richard.

She moved away and held her hand out palm facing upwards.

Lucy reluctantly placed Richard into Olivia’s hand.

The dishevelled man stayed on all fours, looking up, defeated. He knew she had him where she wanted him and how she wanted him. He had no choice but to sign.

Lucy started to pull out the forms for them to sign as Olivia returned Richard to his two-foot-tall stature.

He was still moist all over from being licked. She smirked at him and raised both eyebrows at him, suggesting that there was more where that came from.

Within a few minutes all of them had signed the forms.

“What are you going to do with your men?” Olivia asked Lucy, making conversation.

“Oh, you know, this and that. I might as well have some fun with them,” she giggled playfully, then started towards the door with the paperwork. “You might as well stick around here for a bit, he has the room for the rest of the afternoon and nobody is about, just lock the door when I leave,” and with that Lucy had left Olivia on her own.

Olivia locked the door behind Lucy, then turned to look back at four dumbfounded looking men, each of them were two foot tall.

Olivia returned towards them, they started to back away.

“Okay, we’ve done what you wanted, now make us big again Olivia,” Richard stammered, realising he had absolutely no bargaining power here, he wasn’t used to that in any situation. He usually found money could buy most things.

Olivia shrugged, looking down at him.

“I think I might as well make use of you guys,” she grabbed her shrinking gun and pointed it at two of the board members, shrinking them down to six inches. She grabbed each of them and popped them into her bag, closing it up.

Then she returned her stare to Richard and the other board member Sachin. Both of them looked up at her in fear and helplessness.

She sat down on one of the lower stools, parting her knees.

“Both of you, come over here,” she gestured to them with her hands. Her large buttocks flowed around the top of the stool.

Richard and Sachin nervously approached her, realising they had no choice but to comply with her. She waited until they were within arms reach.

Olivia smirked and then pulled her panties away from her pussy, wriggling her legs until her panties were pooled at her feet.

She grabbed the back of Sachin’s head and thrust his face into her hairy pussy, ramming his mouth against her labia lips and rubbing herself against him.

He tried to push away and resist her, he moaned with distaste and resistance, but she held him in place, closing her large thighs around his ears and pinning his little head between her legs.

She quickly snatched out to grab Richard by his collar and yanked him towards her.

She was already unbuttoning her shirt with her other hands, undoing her bra, she pulled out her enormous breasts, allowing them to plummet down towards him. Her huge bulbous mounds plunged out from within her shirt and her huge bra to collide with his face.

He recoiled in shock at the huge size of them and at the suddenness of the whole situation. He looked up at her giant face in distress, what was she doing to them?