Jack couldn't believe his luck. He was trapped under his boss's butt, smushed right into the middle of her backside. As time passed, Brenna would shift in her seat. Jack felt got the brunt of it as the giant woman's butt pressed firmly onto him before rubbing him left and right. At the very least, the fabric of Brenna's skirt was soft enough to cover some of the awkward rubbing that would have come had the skirt been flicked up and Jack gone inside it. Nonetheless, stuck in the position he was in was completely agitating and uncomfortable.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours and Brenna would not move off of Jack. While she occasionally shifted in her seat, she never lifted her butt off of the chair. Jack tried several times to wiggle out from under his boss, but he was much too far in the middle to make any progress. Eventually, his wiggling got on Brenna's nerves. Despite his effort's being fruitless, Jack kept trying to get away, which Brenna did not appreciate. Her first warning came when she lifted her butt off the chair only to slam it back down and twist, flattening Jack. The poor employee couldn't move at all after that, at least for a considerable amount of time. When he finally did feel like he had enough energy to move, Jack tried escaping once more. This time, Brenna had a different approach. While still attending to the meeting at hand, Jack's boss pressed firmly on her own stomach, creating pressure in her bowels. Then, with a few quiet popping noises, she let out a series of farts which pummled into Jack. Jack coughed and gagged as the foul air rushed into his face and up his nose. He couldn't escape it. Though he had experienced this before, particularly with his prankster of a sister, Izzy, the tiny guy was disgusted and had a difficult time dealing with the newly thick air that was provided to him. He decided to stop moving and reserve his energy for later, which gave his boss the notion that he accepted his position. After another hour and a half spent under his boss, Jack was finally released as Brenna stood up, though only after some assistance from the tall woman.
"Oh, you stuck to my butt," Brenna spoke as she went to pick Jack up. She moved her hand over to her backside and peeled her tiny employee off. "Well, I certainly hope that this inspires you not to make the same mistake with your little device again. Though I apologize for having relieved some gas, I think you worked well as a seat cushion," Brenna grinned. Jack hadn't seen his boss that amused in months. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service after my... malfunction. If there's any other way I can be of use this size, I would be happy to oblige. Just next time, please don't si-"
"Oh, really? Well, I do prefer you being productive at your full height, Jack," Brenna interrupted. "But, since you won't be able to grow back for a little while longer still, I suppose you could still make up for things by continuing your seatly duty." Jack was taken aback. He sat up in his boss's hand and tried protesting. "I'm sorry, what? Brenna, I'm not really a seat cushion. I'm not sure that this is what I had in mind by fulfilling my duties at this size," Jack argued. Brenna raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you have much of a choice at the moment. You can continue making up for your insolence before you grow back or I can let you go. You're more than welcome to continue being the ever productive employee you are, even at your current size," the woman expounded. Jack sighed. He'd rather not be fired. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm still on the clock, even being this small. Give me my assignment and I'll do my best to accomplish it." Brenna smiled. "Good. Let's go back to the office. The meeting's over, it went well. We can reconvene with the rest of the group at the office and inform them of what went on." Brenna then closed her hand back on Jack and walked out of the building to her car. She opened her car door then dumped Jack inside. He landed with a soft thud on the driver's seat. "Wait, Brenna, what about my car? I still have-MMMPH!" Before letting Jack finish, his boss sat down, right back on top of him. She wiggled into her seat, implanting Jack on her left cheek, before strapping up and driving off back to the office.
For the time being, Jack's job was to comfort his boss. How long was this treatment going to go on for?
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