Downsizing (Patreon)

- Stop, Greg! Hey! Greg! Can you hear me!? Let's talk calmly!

Waving his hand, Michael tried to somehow attract the attention of his subordinate, looking at how Greg was hysterically looking for something in his locker. Michael was well aware that a lot could be expected from a person who had just learned the news of his reduction.

But Michael didn't know Greg very well. He was used to the fact that usually people with a downcast face left the company and sadly said goodbye and a little bit unexpectedly that Greg, leaving his office, would start swearing loudly and send everything to hell

- Yes, where is this fucking garbage ... ah, here it is!

- You're looking for something... wow wow wow!

Reflexively raising both hands up, Michael said angrily after Greg pointed something like a gun at him, noticing immediately after that Michael seemed to be reeling a little from an invisible air wave.

- Gre-u-e-u-e-u-eg... ca-ea-e-a-e-alm do-a-e-a-ae-awn...

Michael spoke, noticing that his speech, despite the fact that he spoke normally, was distorted and sounded as if he had fallen into some strange field or space in which everything was distorted and changed.

And it wasn't just the sounds coming out of his mouth. Everything around was transformed and changed at a fast pace, which Michael did not have time to follow. Even the sensations of changes in his body and clothes became apparent only after a few moments, when Michael already noticed that he was no longer in the open space of the office, but in the waiting room in front of his office. At least, although the transformation and changes around were not completed, he already recognized this place.

The weight in the chest area became more and more obvious with every second, coming along with a feeling of discomfort from the clothes that were transforming along with Michael's body and his appearance, when finally Michael did not feel how the long blond hair began to touch his neck and noticed that everything around seems to be stable.

- Um... what was that...

Michael spoke quietly, noticing that his voice already sounded somehow a little different, but nevertheless, without dropping his hands and looking around, realizing that he was definitely in the waiting room in front of his office, where his secretary usually sat

- Pshh... Michelle, please come to my office.

There was a voice from the intercom on the desk of Michael's secretary, next to which he was now, and it was obviously the voice of Greg, whose name and surname were now hanging on the door instead of Michael's name

...

By the evening, after several hours of trying to change something, Michelle had already accepted the fact that she was completely in the trap of Greg, who took her job as a top manager and now her only hope to return at least something back was Greg, or rather that strange device , which Greg used on her. And of course, in no case should she lose contact with this person.

- Michelle, dear, I ask you to stay after work today and come to my office ... And of course, close the door after you enter

- Um... why?

Michelle said, already about to leave and as if not understanding the hints of her boss

- Oh ... well, your work is dear to you, but I need ... fuck him, why do I need these hints and hide something. We both understand perfectly. Just suck my dick a little and go home to suck or fuck with your boyfriend, it won't matter to me anymore! And next time, don't ask stupid questions, if I told you to come to my place and close the door - it means I want something related to sex!