Despite all your struggling, Dana's skirt was far too tight for you to escape. You had been wanting to pay your dad a visit, but not like this. With every click of her heels, you were forced to endure the jiggling of her ass cheeks as she took the designs you had worked so hard on and was seemingly presenting them to your father as her own. You didn't even know this woman, and already you had begun hating her. Meanwhile, upstairs, a conversation was taking place.
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"I really, really don't want to do this", Jack said as he paced around the raised platform near the window of his office.
"Look, I know you hate firing people, but if she's not working out, she's not working out. I can't tell you what to do, but if you want my advice, I'd say it's best to let her go now", Mr. Morrison said, leaning against the door. After the company started growing, your dad had decided that it was necessary to have some security guards under employment, knowing full well that one of his disgruntled employees could turn him into pudding without much effort at all. He decided to have his old friend, Andrew, act as his head of security and one of his personal bodyguards while he was at the office, and the arrangement had worked out without incident so far.
"*sigh* I know, but, it's not like she doesn't have some good ideas", your father said as he sat down, overlooking the various machinery. "They're just too eccentric, and far too expensive to produce and engineer. The whole point of this place is to produce cheap, durable clothing that anyone of any size can wear", he said while digging through an employee's portfolio. "I get that we've got to keep up with trends to stay ahead of the market, but I seriously doubt those trends are going to include... fucking wings?! Really?!"
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Dana shivered as she walked up the stairs. "*Brrr!* Why does he keep it so cold up here?", she said as she neared your father's office, her plump cheeks causing your body to rub against itself. When she sat at her desk earlier, it had caused her panties to wedgie a bit, so your face was stuck deep in her crack, making your situation even more unpleasant. "I hope he likes these", Dana said as she went through her sketchbook. "He's been turning down all of my designs for so long..."
You suddenly felt sort of bad for this lady. Your dad wasn't usually one to say no to anyone, so you were surprised to hear him turning down this woman's designs. Though, he probably had a good reason for it.
"Hmm... maybe if I show him these other ones first... I guess it's worth a shot", she said to herself as she shuffled her paperwork.
Okay, that teared it. Your disdain for this woman was now back. She was actually going to present your designs that you worked on for so many hours as if they were her own!
Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do at the moment as she knocked on the door.
"What? Who's there?", you could barely make out from between Dana's cheeks.
"Um, it's me, Dana? I've got some new designs to share with you, Mr. Harper", she said.
A small commotion was heard on the other side as Jack rushed to his desk, attempting to hide the portfolio of the employee on who's fate he was still deciding. "Please come in, Ms. Scott", your father said as Andrew opened the door to let the woman in. On the other side, the half of the office where his desk was at was also on a raised platform, while the part of the office directly in front of his desk was lowered, so that he was at eye-level with his employees. "I was actually just discussing your future here...", he said, causing Dana to gulp. "But why don't you sit down and show me what you have, first", Jack said as Dana walked over to the chair in front of the desk.
Your heart fell as you heard your father say the words "sit down". "Please, god, not again...", you mentally whimpered as you felt Dana's cheeks press into the tight fabric of her skirt as she bent over and sat down, her entire weight completely flattening you into her panties once again. This wasn't how you wanted to visit your dad.
Dana handed your father her sketchbook (which actually belonged to you) and sat back, putting her full weight on top of you as she fidgeted. She was so sure that your dad would realize that the designs didn't belong to her, but she figured she was close to being fired anyway. As your dad flipped through your sketches, Dana grew more and more nervous. Finally, after about five minutes, he closed the sketchbook and set it on his desk.
"These are pretty good", he said. "Much better than your older work."
Dana felt a tinge of disappointment as he said this, but was glad that she wasn't getting fired, at least at the moment. "Th-thank you, Mr. Harper!", she replied.
"I'll be sure to get these manufactured as soon as possible", he said. "So, what made you change your style?", Jack asked. "These are much more... conservative than your previous work. I'm not going to sugar coat it, some of them were flat out ridiculous."
"Er, just... figured they'd be easier to produce, I guess", she said, faking a laugh.
"Well, I'm very impressed. Let's see you keep it up", your dad said as he stood on top of his desk and shook Dana's hand.
Dana took her portfolio and left your father's office, with you still in tow. As she walked further away from his office, she began angrily talking to herself. "Stupid little prick", she said under her breath. "Ridiculous? What's ridiculous is that squishy little troll being the head of a freaking company! I put my heart and soul into my work and he thinks he can just toss it aside like that? Oh, I wish he didn't have his stupid bodyguard around. Then I'd put him in his place", she muttered as she sat down in her chair, grinding her ass into the cushion and pretending it was your dad, unaware of the actual torment she was inflicting on you. She then sat back, putting her full weight on you as she sighed. "What am I gonna do... There's no way I can make more designs like that. It's just not in me. If only I could find whoever left them on the bus, maybe work a deal?" Dana held her head in her hands and lied back. "Ugh... Who am I kidding? I'm doomed..."
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After ten hours of nothing but sitting, only getting up a couple of times to get lunch and go to the restroom, Dana had gone home. You didn't have much chance to attempt to escape until now, so you renewed your struggles, hoping to escape from this lady's plump booty. "*sigh* Well, today's been interesting. I need a bath", she said to herself as she walked into her bathroom and stripped down, tossing her clothes on the floor as she ran her bathwater. Finally, you had a chance at escape! You wriggled as hard as you could and slowly peeled yourself from the panty fabric. After a couple minutes of struggling, and Dana's bath was ready, you had finally reformed.
"Hey lady!", you cried as you tossed her clothes off of you.
Dana jumped up in shock. "Wh-what?! Wh-who's there?!", she screamed, not entirely sure what was going on.
"Down here!"
The woman looked down at her pile of clothes and was surprised to see a tiny girl, barely a foot tall. "Who... who are you?", Dana asked as she wrapped a towel around herself and picked you up.
"My name's Jillian Harper, and you've got a lot of nerve", you yelled. You may be the size of a doll, but you didn't let that keep you from being pushed around.
"Harper?", she asked. "As in... Jack Harper?"
"Yeah, that's my dad, AKA: your boss!", you said. "Look, I'm not mad at you for sitting on me at the bus, but you crossed the line when you stole my designs and claimed them as your own!"
"You mean, those sketches I found on the bus were yours?", she asked, her tone of voice shifting from startled to curious.
"Yeah, that's right! Now, I'm willing to forgive you if you take me home" you said, rather calmly now. "What do you say?"
Dana thought it over for a minute. She had her boss's daughter right here, and she was even more vulnerable than he was. And she had fantasized about pounding him into pudding every time her own designs were rejected. On top of that, it was your designs that had saved her job. If she could get you to produce more, her employment would be secured. But on the other hand, you had a family at home, and friends. On top of that, her boss would surely notice of his child went missing. The woman thinks it over a minute and gives you an answer.
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