Big Corp Inc. (G/T)

Part 8: Consequences

Candy was horribly sore all over when she woke up the next morning. Her feet, particularly her heels, had blisters and sores and red rub marks, not to mention the swelling. Clearly, there was no way she'd be wearing those high heels today. In fact, her whole work outfit was thoroughly disgusting, reeking like the inside of a Giant's mouth mixed with stale coffee. She had been so tired, she hadn't bothered to do a load of laundry to freshen them up for her next workday. She would need to find alternate clothing options.

Candy had to admit, though, that she was clean and dry. She had the luxury of a shower, a bed, and a safe, dry place to sleep. She wouldn't get any of those amenities living out on the street. She decided she'd try going to work again. Perhaps her crazy day yesterday had just been a fluke. Plus, she was still alive and unharmed. Her fears may have been magnified in the moment, but she felt better after having some distance from the Giant workplace. She didn't think she'd really get eaten by a Giant. If Giants were in the habit of gobbling up humans, they wouldn't hire humans at Giant businesses, right?

She scrounged through her closet to find clothing that at least somewhat resembled her work clothes. She didn't have any shirts that were so low-cut, or skirts that short, but she did the best she could. After bandaging up her feet, she slipped on plushy socks with her trusty old sneakers, which were far more comfortable to walk in. She packed up a lunch and ventured forth, ready to face the day.

The morning was crisp and bright after the evening rain. The air had a fresh smell to it that invigorated Candy. She began her commute without the usual trepidation, admiring how all the Giant buildings glistened in the morning sun. Maybe wearing her own clothes made her feel like a normal person in control of herself, rather than a sexy doll for her Giant boss to play with.

Her stomach twisted up when she was reminded of her boss. He had mentioned previously that the work uniform was required, but there was no way for her to wear those trashed clothes now. Besides, with her miniscule form, the shoes were simply not practical. She couldn't walk miles and miles in heels. She prayed he would have some understanding, but thus far he had been quite callous to her needs, to the point of cruelty and perversion. He was remarkably self-centered, to say the least. Candy hoped she wasn't inviting his wrath to strike her down.

Her initial optimism was draining away, to be replaced with dread. She wasn't sure if he was just joking when he referred to punishment, but what if he wasn't? What sort of punishments would he inflict on her for breaking his rules? Candy felt sick when imagining potential scenarios. She would have to try to lie low and avoid him if at all possible, but her close proximity to his office would pose a challenge.

Thankfully, Candy made it all the way to the third floor without incident. She was lucky in her elevator adventure today, and managed to hitch a ride without having to ask for help or draw attention to herself. She waved to Bianca as she trekked to her desk. Bianca waved back with a smile, but her expression turned to horror when she saw what Candy was wearing.

"Candy!" the Giantess hissed. "What are you doing? Why aren't you wearing the uniform?" Glancing around nervously, she scooped Candy up off the floor and darted into the privacy of her own cubicle so the little human wouldn't be spotted.

Candy was startled from the sudden jarring movements but replied, "My work clothes were trashed yesterday so I couldn't wear them." The tight feeling in her gut grew worse when she saw Bianca was obviously panicking.

"Shit," Bianca mumbled. "Shit shit shit. We need to fix you up before the boss sees you." She rifled through her desk drawer until she found a gigantic pair of scissors. The blades were massive, long, and sharp.

"Whoa! What are you doing with those?" Candy cried out, taking a step back.

"We need to modify your clothes. Maybe if you get lucky, Mr. Hardon won't notice, or he'll forgive your mistake if he sees you tried to rectify it," Bianca explained. "Now hold still while I cut. I don't want to accidentally slice you up."