SQUASHED BY THE BOSS
by Mrthatoneidiotguy

Mike stood around the office water cooler of Mcculloughan insurance agency with his good pals Joe and Bob. They all sipped plastic cups while making casual conversation, as normal workers do. They exchanged stories of their recent experiences working for the insurance agency. The stories told began with happy, bright tones involving interesting customers with cool backgrounds, but the conversation soon delved into darker territories when the workers began discussing their mutual hatred for their boss.

"Ginger Mcculloughan. The name itself makes me want to throw up." Mike said, taking a moment to sip water from his cup. "The other day, I had an old woman set up with a perfect insurance plan that didn't break her bank, or ours. It was all rolled up in there; auto insurance, home insurance, life insurance... she was literally 5 minutes away from getting the best deal of her life, and we wouldn't be walking away too poorly, either. Then, after days of working on this perfect insurance policy for this one woman, Ginger storms in, rips the papers in half, and yells at the woman to get out of the insurance company. Apparently old people are too likely to get injured to be insured."

"What a jerk." Commented Bob. "She did the same thing to me with this nice family of four. I worked so hard on that deal..."

Joe had the fortune of not working directly under Ginger. "I don't know, i think you guys are exaggerating a tad. I think Ginger seems like a really nice woman. She always has that really nice scent of vanilla about her, and she's pretty easy on the eyes. Sure, she runs a tight ship, but I'm sure you guys' didn't have perfect plans."

Mike scoffed at the thought of his boss ever being remotely nice. "You don't understand, Joe. You work in the mailing room... you don't have to get all of your work destroyed by that red-heated monster. I'll tell you what, if I could get rid of that witch, I would in an instant."

"Excuse me?"

The three men froze, their faces turning pale as they heard the cold and chilling voice of Ginger Mcculloughan. 

"Nothing, boss..." Mike said, turning around with the heartiest smile he could feign. "We were just talking about ho..."

He caught a glimpse of ginger as he turned around. She was a 30 year old woman who looked surprisingly young for her age; she had smooth red hair that walked the line inbetween vibrant and dark perfectly, and pale skin that suggested she spent most of her time indoors. She was a woman of average body size, with some saying that she had a great pair of legs. She always wore the same attire to work; a grey dress that was always a few inches above her knees, with dark, semi-transparent nylon leggings underneath and high heels that kind of looked like cinderella's ballroom slippers, if they were completely black and not made of glass. 

Ginger's most defining feature, other than her smooth voice that demanded respect, was definitely the black aviator shades she often wore on her face to better intimidate her employees. It worked well; not being able to see her eyes absolutely terrified Mike. He wondered if he had ever seen them in his 3 years of working for the company.

At this particular moment in time, Ginger did not look happy. She had her arms folded across her chest, staring directly into Mike's soul (or so he imagined, as the aviator shades covered hey eyes entirely.)

"Listen. I don't want your crappy excuses, and frankly, I'm tired of this disrespect. You. Me. In my office. NOW."

With that, the room was dead silent. The three men stood at the water cooler, not saying a word as Ginger grabbed a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito from the kitchen counter with briskness. She left the kitchen hastily, and the sound of her office door slamming behind her could be heard down the hall.

"Oh.... boy..." Joe said, scratching the back of his neck akwardly. "I see what you mean."

Bob patted Mike on the back. "Good luck in the shark tank." He said.

Soon, Mike found himself sitting in Ginger's office, in a comfy swivel chair across a desk from her. She sat in silence for the first 3 minutes of the, "Meeting", sipping her coffee and eyeing her employee with disdain. Mike and ginger were the only ones in the room.

Finally, after a silence that seemed to last for years at a time, Ginger spoke.

"So, Mike. You know why I called you in here?"

"Yes..."

"So, you KNOW you were mouthing off about me behind my back? And you KNOW how much I hate that?"

"Yes... listen, I'm really sorr..."

"You have NO time to apologize here. You have pulled the final straw out of my coffee cup." She tapped the cup of coffee she was sipping from, as if Mike hadn't already noticed it. "You have sent me over the deep end. You have crossed the line."

"I'm s..."

"Don't tell me you're sorry. THINK. For one moment in your life, just THINK. How do you think I feel being talked down to and demonized like a common criminal? Do you think I'm a criminal, Mike?"

"N..no.."

"DO YOU THINK I AM A CRIMINAL?!"

  "NO! I don't, at all. I don't know why you would think that."

"Well, the way I see it, you said some very harsh words about me. I understand that, in the world of business, there may be a large series of different possibilities as to why you would say such things about me. Perhaps you are stressed, fatigued, or just want to lose your job. Are any of those things correct?"

"No, ma'am".

"No? so I'm just evil then, is that it? Is that why you said those things about me, Mike?"

"No! I'm sorry... I was wrong."

Ginger leaned back in her chair, wafting in the air of success. She smiled snidely, proud that she had broken her employee and made him admit his inferiority. She felt power, dominance over her work force. This was just as she wanted things to be.

"Now... imagine that you are me. You are the boss of this company, and you have just discovered that one of your very own employees is defacing your name behind your back! He is spreading lies and propaganda about you, and leading a campaign to overthrow you!"

"I've never wanted to overthr..."

"Shut up! I wasn't finished talking. He is tarnishing your fine reputation and making you look like a buffoon. What would you do to this employee?"

Mike gulped, worried that a pink slip was in his near future. 

"Welll.... I would tell them to stoo..."

"Stop screwing me over, Mike. Give me the whole, plain truth I want to hear. What would you do?"

"I would fire the person..." he couldn't beleive that he had just said that.

"Oh, really?" Ginger said, cupping her hands and resting them on the table. 

"Yes, really. But listen, I'm sorry, I didn't think you would be offende..."

Once again, Ginger cut him off. "Well, you see, I wouldn't do things the same way."

"You wouldn't?!" Mike's day seemed to be brightening up.

"No. Because I need this employee. Sure, he's a jerk, and incompetent, and stupid, and an idiot... and I could just go on all week like this. But at the end of the day, he is the only one that I have found in my many years of screening processes and interviews that is TRULY qualified for his job. I NEED him in this company, firing him is not an option."

"Oh, thank you Mrs. Mccolloughan, I promise I won't ever say anything bad about you agai..."

"SO..." Ginger said, harshly interrupting Mike's sentence. "It falls to me to make sure that you stay in the company, AND properly learn your lesson. Now how would you do that, Mike?"

Mike tried to settle for the easiest option with his answer. "Losing lunch breaks?"

"That's an interesting way to handle it. You see, I would punish my employee in a MUCH different way."

"How...hhh....hhow is that?"

Ginger smiled, clearly waiting for this moment the entire conversation. 

"I'll show you what I'd do. Firstly, I'd purchase a  black device over the internet that does maaagical things."

She put emphasis on the word, 'magical', and she produced a dark pen from her desk drawer.

"That's a pen... you mean you have a magical pen?"

"This magical, black device, would give me the ability to drastically change an employee's behavior in a matter of seconds!"

"H...how so?"

"let me show you..."

Ginger stood up, walking over to Mike's seat. 

"Right now, the employee in question is nervous. But with just the press of a button, I can change his moood to..."

Ginger pressed the button on the end of the pen, a bright and flashing light eminating from its tip. The light was green, and consumed Mike in the blink of an eye. In just a few seconds, Mike's body shrank down to the size of a mouse. He was like a little bug on the chair where he had once sat. 

"Terrified." Ginger smiled, looking down at her now tiny employee.

"Wh...what... how?"

"And then do you know what I would do?" Ginger asked, smiling devilishly as she walked over to the desk, removing her aviator shades to reveal her green eyes underneath.

"Wh...what?"

"I would act like the big bully of a boss I am. I would take my big boss butt," she slid her hands across her bottom as she said the word, 'butt', "And I would use it to crush my little employee like a cockroach."

Mike screamed in fear as Ginger's giant now mountainous butt descended onto the chair where he stood. She plopped down upon it with ferocity, a loud and resounding, "SPLAT" erupting across the room from the little man being squashed underneath her. 

Mike was instantly plunged into a warm darkness, his entire body feeling like a massive elephant had sat upon him. He was completely buried underneath the butt, lying face-up and sandwitched inbetween ginger's rump and the chair below. The smell of perfume that was always accosciated with his boss was much stronger underneath her, almost to the point of being pungent. He felt his entire body being flattened and squished even more as the giant butt on top of him wiggled from left to right, finely smushing him into a paste.

Up above, Ginger smiled as she wriggled her rear over her smashed employee. She let out a moan of satisfied pleasure as she felt his entire small frame squirming about under her. She smiled devilishly as she looked down at the back of her butt, looking for any traces of Mike. She was satisfied to find that there were no signs of the little man ever being on the chair; his entire body had been completely enveloped by the colossal tush.

Then came the satisfying, "MMMMMPHHH... MMMPH", the muffled cries of the poor man underneath her, trying desperately to scream. Only a small cry could escape from his mouth, which was plastered onto the butt sitting on top of him. He was probably running out of air, his only small breaths taking in large whiffs of the vanilla perfume.

The muffled moans of her squashed employee only drove Ginger to move her butt about on the chair more, further feeling her squished worker flatten and crush underneath her. The barely audible, "MMMPHS" became even louder as she wiggled around more and more. Finally, she came to rest peacefully in one spot, taking a moment to aknowledge her victory over mike.

"So, little guy, do you think you'll be talking badly about me anymore?"

"MMMMMMPH"

"You sure? I can always start bouncing up and down..."

"MMMMMMPH"

"Alright, I think you've got my message."

Mike breathed a heavy sigh of releif as Ginger stood up off the chair, slowly lifting her butt off of the cusion where poor Mike lay. His body had been entirely flattened out, no longer a 3-D object in any way. 

Mike took in his first deep breath of non-vanilla scented air in the last few minutes, shocked that he had just been buttcrushed by his boss. She looked down at him, arms crossed.

"I still don't think you've learned your lesson."


"I have! I have! I SWEAR I've learned my lesson!"

"Nah, I think you still haven't quite learned the respect you need to have. I think I'm going to have to punish you a little more. You know... drive the point home."

"What... what are you going to do to me?"

Ginger walked over to her side of the desk, pressing the red intercom button and speaking into the microphone. "Lisa Herrington, please come into my office."

Soon, the new secretary, Lisa, was present in the room with Ginger and the tiny mike. She was a very skinny secretary of only 20 years, with flowing black hair and semi-tanned skin. She wore a colorful skirt of various colors, with black and white stocking underneath, as well as a multi-colored t-shirt. She was certainly a peppy girl, but also very shy and skinny. 

"Please, Lisa. Have a seat."

Mike tried to call for Lisa to disobey Ginger's orders, but she was too ditzy to hear him. She walked over to the chair upon which the tiny man stood nervously, slowly turning around. She was clearly reluctant to be in this place.

"No... don't sit down, Lisa!"

"Have a seat, Lisa."

"Nooo!"

Lisa slowly bent her knees as her butt lowered towards the chair. Her skirt was angled in such a way that her striped panties would be planting themselves right on top of poor Mike.

Mike tried to wail out for her to stop, but his attempts to get her attention were fruitless. He watched in terror was her panties sloooowly descended towards him, getting closer and closer to the chair until....


squiiiiiiiiiiiishhhhhhhhhh...

Mike was not instantly flattened like he had been when Ginger sat on him. He was slowly pressed down, compressed and squished under the butt of Lisa. She had no idea that he was underneath her, despite the long and drawn out, "nnnnnnnph" as the air was forced out of his body by her weight, and he sank flatly into the chair.

There he was, buried underneath her striped panties. Once again, he was subject to the terrible feeling of being crushed and smothered, but this time he had no vanilla smell. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

"Am I in trouble?" Lisa asked of her boss, looking puzzled.

"Nooo, no." Ginger said, smiling sweetly. "I just need your opinion on a new product that is being introduced soon into the food kitchen!" 

"oooh, a taste test?"

"Yesss, a taste test. I've been asking employees all day what they think of this new breakfast burrito, I have one right here..."

Ginger slid the food she had grabbed at the kitchen earlier across the table towards Lisa. "Here, try it."

"I... I can't."

"Well, why not? We would really love to get some opinions on how these things taste. Don't want to go adding them to the complimentary food cupboard only to find out no one likes them, right?"

"Well, they give me... gas..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHH!" Once again, the muffled cries of Mike could be heard from under Lisa. It was louder than ever before, but still she did not notice.

"They give you gas?"

"Yes. Bad. You really don't want to find out."

"Oh, it's alright. I just want your opinion."

"Please, no, I couldn't. I'd stink up the entire office."

"No worries! You can just sit in that chair right there and fart away until you don't have any gas left in you."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH"

"You sure? It'll smell really, really, really bad."

"I'm sure. Please, take a bite."

Lisa reluctantly picked up the breakfast burrito and began to eat, much to the horror of the little man being squashed right under the hole where the gas would come out. His moaning increased in intensity, though his efforts were futile.

A rumbling could be heard in Lisa's stomach. "Uh oh."

"It's fine." Ginger said, smiling. "How do you like your burrito?"

"It actually tastes pretty good... I would eat it, if it weren't for the gas problems."

Just then, Lisa ripped a very long and thunderously loud fart on the chair. Almost just as loud was the screams from underneath her afterwards.

Ginger could barely contain her happineess. "Wow, you really have some pretty bad gas."

Lisa covered her nose with her fingers. "I told you! It smells terrible, too."

Mike would definitely agree. He had just received the full blast of the fart, and was now being squashed and smothered underneath putrid-smelling panties.

Lisa held her stomach as it growled once again. A slight, "Brrrrrrrt" could be heard in the room as more gas escaped her.

"Oohhhhh, goodness."

Even Ginger had to cover her nose, still smiling. Any pain she had to endure with a stinky office was being dealt tenfold upon Mike, who was underneath the very butt producing the gas.

Lisa wiggled her butt around as she let out another fart, adding injury to embarrassment for little mike. Now he was being flattened out as if he were being run over by a steamroller, and he was being farted on. It didn't help that he had stuck to Lisa's butt, and was now plastered onto the very rear end that was farting on him (face first, too.)

Lisa let out one last collossal fart before sitting silently in her chair. "I'm really sorry about your chair being all smelly..."

"It's fine." Ginger said. "I just like your opinion on the burrito. Thanks for giving it! You've been a massive helping hand."

Lisa started to walk out of the office, the flattened Mike fluttering to the floor like a paper airplane. Ginger stood up out of her chair and looked down at him. 

"I'm so sorry, I'll never disrespect you again..." Mike commented, his body re-inflating. 

"I think I've punished you thoroughly enough." 

"Yes, yes, you DEFINITELY have. I'll never mouth off again. Just return me to normal."

Ginger smiled at him. "Of course. Glad we see eye-to-eye. Figuratively, of course. But first..."

"Oh god. What now?"

  Ginger lifted her foot out of her black high heel. She plucked Mike off the ground and placed him inside her shoe, then put her foot on the very edge of the heel, the ball of the foot facing her little employee.

"I want you to lick this foot."

"What?"

"It's a way of me saying that I own you."

"F... fine... whatever..."

Mike pressed his face against the nylon stocking and licked it, trying to do so as passionately as possible. He didn't want to piss off Ginger again."

"That's good. Now tell me you'll never leave this company."

"I'll never leave this company."

Ginger chuckled. "Good. You've learned your lesson?"

"Yes. Please, return me to normal size."

"Of course. But first..."

"What?! What first?!"

Ginger pressed her foot down, sliding her nylon stocking into the high heel that Mike stood in. She squashed and flattened him underneath her foot as she put her high heel on.

"Some overtime." She smiled, wriggling her toes and admiring the perfect fit that her shoe had. She felt the wiggles and muffled, "MMMPHS" of the man now being smothered under her sole.

"I'd say you owe me about a night of overtime. Enjoy being my honorary insole until tomorrow."

Ginger walked out of the office for the night, each step squashing her little employee even more, and reminding him of the importance of respecting his new master.