Marissa stepped back. “Done! There is now a portal sitting in your gut, a few feet down your small intestines.” Marissa sat down on her couch and looked over the woman in front of her. “You seem tired, is everything okay?”
 
 
Emilia shook her head, trying to clear the fog out of her mind. She flashed a smile at her friend, small and cute. “Yes, everything is good. Just another day, another paycheck, right?”
 
 
Emilia was dressed in her suit and pencil skirt, balancing on her heels with practiced ease. She looked like the secretary worker in an office, which would actually be accurate. She was the organizer of “Tiny Wallets'', Marissa’s accounting firm for the cities that she is mayor of. As part of her firm, it only hires Tinies to work it. Marissa had hired Emilia to oversee her workforce, basically taking Marissa’s place in the company.
 
 
Emilia brushed down her skirt and rolled her shoulders, pulling up another smile for Marissa. “I’m fine, stop worrying about me. Lisa already does that when I am at home, even when she is the small one.” Marissa tried to pierce Emilia’s smile, but waved goodbye, getting out of her couch. Emilia turns and opens the door to the office, Marissa’s dimension powers traveling the immense distance in an instant.
 
 
Emilia, or Emi to everyone who knew her, closed the door behind her and sighed. Another day, another day filled with trying to organize a bunch of horny Tinies to stay on their computers and not all over her. While she did not mind Lisa doing that to her back at home, it wasn’t quite the same with random men and women who were only thinking about themselves.
 
 
Already, several of the Tinies were close to her feet, admiring her heels and nylons. Even though they see her here everyday, they never seem to grow tired of her. Sighing again and wishing for Lisa’s company, Emi walked to her desk, making sure that she didn’t step on any of the Tinies that weren’t specifically asking for it.
 
 
Reaching her desk, she sat down and felt 3 tinies struggle under her butt. Emi ignored them the best she could and booted up her computer. Her background flashed up, a selfie of Lisa flashing her teeth with a Tiny Eli peeking out behind them, who was acting like she was in a jail cell. Emi smiled, it was still one of her favourite pictures and after she got it from Lisa, she put it on every device she owned.
 
 
Emi pulled up the company's logs and checked over them. As per usual, the more horny ones have barely done any work, though there were a few faithful ones that were dutifully working at their desks. Emi made sure those ones were treated with gift cards, free food, and personal favors that only a Tiny could enjoy.
 
 
And something that Emi would enjoy as well.
 
 
Emi scrolled down and saw a name she didn’t recognize. Frowning, she leaned forward, flinching a bit as the Tinies poked their bony bodies into her. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the name as a new hire who was still in his first 3 months.
 
 
Emi pulled up his company's stats and stared at his hours. In the last few weeks, he had almost pulled in 200+ hrs, which means he was pulling almost 50 hours each week. During that time, he was able to keep up and even surpass the workload of some of the regulars in the company. “It appears that someone wants a good first impression,” Emi says to herself.
 
 
Emi was distracted by someone climbing the back of her screen. Reach around out of annoyance, she relaxes once she sees Leroy, one of her longest running tinies that has worked here. He was hired by Marissa and has been working for the company for almost 5 years now, which technically made him her superior.
 
 
“Good morning, Leroy~.” Emi said, a smile breaking across her face as she held the man by his shirt at eye level. Leroy kicked his feet about in a playful manner, an equally wide smile on his face.
 
 
“Top of the mornin to ya, lass!” Leroy responded, chipper as ever. He jabbed a thumb back towards her computer screen. “Just wanna get your attention to remind you that I am gonna go see the Ma and Pa for a few weeks tomorra. Think ya can hold down the fort while I’m gone?”
 
 
Leroy wasn’t actually Irish, but he sure loved to think he was. Emi thought it was adorable, especially because it was so bad. But she did actually forget that he was leaving tomorrow to see his parents. The company would run fine with him on his vacation, so Emi wanted to give him a proper send off.
 
 
“Aw, does that mean my second favourite snack won’t be here for me to taste? Guess I got to savor him when I can.” Emi let out a low breath, the hot air blowing his hair across his face. “You can take the rest of the day off, I’ll see you in a few weeks!”
 
 
“Ah, I’ll miss ya, girl! Make sure to give my love to Marissa!” Leroy said, straightening himself and flashing her a salute. He had done this song and dance many times before, first with Marissa and now with Emi, so he understood what to do.
 
 
Emi popped Leroy headfirst into her mouth, fitting him easily inside. She swallowed him down quickly, knowing that he enjoyed the experience of a stomach more than a mouth. Still, Emi followed Leroy’s bulge down her neck and felt him land in her stomach, settling down gently. He would probably stay there until lunch break, where he would leave using the portal in her gut.
 
 
In the meantime, Emi should really get to reviewing the forms that were awaiting submission. She cleared her throat, kicked away a tiny trying to get access to her toes and got to work.
 
 
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Lunch time arrived and Emi could feel Leroy taking his leave further down her gut. Emi got up and stretched, relieved to go off of the horny Tinies that had been under her for the last 6 hours. Her stomach grumbled, having not been satisfied by the Tiny that was not digested. Emi decided to remedy that with a hearty meatsub that Lisa made for her.
 
 
Emi traveled to the back of the company, away from everyone else and the Tinies who would ruin her meal by getting into her food or over her clothes. So since she doesn’t have an office to call her own, she eats anywhere she could find privacy away from the tinies.
 
 
Emi thought back to when Marissa offered her this job. She had presented it as a glorious job, relaxing all day with Tinies at her whim and pleasure. Instead, Emi felt like a victim of constant assault with co-workers always looking up her skirt and groping her extremities at every opportunity. While she is completely fine with Lisa surprising her like this, it was an entirely different experience.
 
 
Emi finishes her sandwich and uses her thumb to wipe away some sauce that was at the corner of her mouth. She hears a small sigh from beside her and watches Olivia plop down on the edge of the table, letting her feet dangle.
 
 
“Hey Olivia, did you enjoy lunch?” Emi asked. Olivia was also a long time worker and one of the main reasons why the company has not gone under, her hard work encouraging others to keep up with her.
 
 
“Actually yes, Steven made some amazing pesto for me,” Olivia said. She sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I managed to finish organizing the Peterson’s account, or at least one of them. That new guy is really pulling his weight, as well as everyone else's weight. He was still working when I started my break.”
 
 
Emi frowned. As per company policy, people were required to take an hour off of work for lunch. In fact, the company could get in trouble with labor laws if people were not following it. Emi thought back to his hours and realized that might have explained why he was pulling in so many hours: Six 9-hour days a week would do that.
 
 
“I should look into that, thank you for that,” Emi said, standing up. Bending over, she planted a kiss over Olivia’s head, her mouth sucking her in until her shoulders were touching her lips. Emi let her go, Olivia gasping for air and flushed faced.
 
 
“I do love your Strawberry Shampoo, Olivia.~” Emi teased, brushing Olivia’s hair out of her face. “I’ll see you around!”
 
 
Emi picked her way over to where she believed the new guy was working. She did find him on his computer, focused on his work. Emi tried to remember his name as she approached.
 
 
“How is it going, Spartan?” Emi said, leaning over his shoulder, her breath wafting over his head. Spartan almost jumped out of his seat, which proved just how much he was focusing. “Not going for lunch?”
 
 
“Ahhh, not yet, I wanted to finish this first.” Spartan said, not quite used to having someone Emi’s size over his shoulder. Emi didn’t really interact with him before this point and it was quite obvious he was overwhelmed with her presence.
 
 
“Well, you do need to be taking your breaks, the company could get in trouble because of it.”
 
 
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I just want to prove myself to the company.” Spartan admitted, turning back to his computer and the workload on it. “I feel like if I don’t prove myself, I will be let go.”
 
 
Emi understood, unfortunately. She had bosses like that, especially in the younger years of her life. She put her chin down beside Spartan, letting out a tired sigh. Spartan looked over, worried.
 
 
“Do you think I would fire you for not working hard?” Emi asked, laying her cheek onto the table and looking at Spartan. Spartan looked away, ashamed.
 
 
“I don’t think so…” Spartan said. He waited for her response, but after some time looked back to see her still there, a sad look in her eyes. “No. I know you won’t fire me.”
 
 
Emi smiled. “So, with that in mind, would you please go on a break? I would rather you not overwork yourself trying to finish a never ending workload.”
 
 
Spartan nodded, standing up from his chair and stretching. “Alright, fine. Now to find something to do-” He stops abruptly as he turns around to see a maw in front of him. Emi stifled a chuckle as she watched him gawk.
 
 
“Don’t mind me, I guess I’m pretty used to people wanting to explore my cave~” Emi assured him. “And trust me, I only let the willing enter.”
 
 
Emi let her predatory instincts take over and moved forward, taking the smaller man into her mouth. Rolling her head over so that her mouth was facing the ceiling, she kept her jaw loose as Spartan struggled to right himself. She let him do so, feeling his arms steadying himself on her cheeks and teeth.
 
 
Emi lowered a finger into her mouth and let Spartan grab onto it. Lifting him out, Emi adjusted her grip on him, dangling him a few inches above the table. She could see he was very flustered, but enjoyed what happened.
 
 
“Ready to take your break inside of me?” Emi asked Spartan and he gave her the thumbs up, which was upside down. Emi smiled at him and brought him back over her mouth, teasing him with his destination.
 
 
Emi loved teasing the Tinies that were new to the whole idea of Vore. It was always an experience, them struggling as they traveled down her throat and moving around in her stomach. Those new Tinies never knew how to react when being swallowed, which made every experience unique.
 
 
Emi dropped him in head first, swallowing him down easily. Emi could feel him testing her espophogases muscles, pressing against them as he traveled deeper into her. Emi stood up and brushed down her skirt. Lunch break was over and the others would be returning to their stations. Emi was not looking forward to the harassment again.
 
 
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Emi checked the clock and sighed with relief as the clock reached 5pm. Time to go home and be away for all of the Tinies that were never leaving her feet alone. Seriously, what is with people and feet, even when they were the same sized people they loved feet.
 
 
Emi stood up, feeling some tinies vanish from under her as Marissa’s dimension laws transported them before serious harm came to them. Emi said goodbye to her co-workers and walked towards the door, actively kicking one of the Tinies that had been trying to get into her panties throughout the day.
 
 
Marissa was on the phone when Emi opened the door, angrily stirring a pot as she listened to someone talking. She spared a glance at Emi as she heard her enter and smiled her hello. Emi smiled back and headed towards her and Lisa’s doorway.
 
 
However, the movements in her bowels compelled her attention urgently and she doubled back, gesturing to Marissa that she was going to her washroom. Marissa nodded, turning her attention back to her phone as an angry voice grew louder on the other end.
 
 
In the bathroom, Emi frowned as the movement became familiar. She unclipped her skirt and pulled it down, feeling the movement getting lower and lower. She moved her panties aside and grabbed the arm that breached out of her anus.
 
 
“Spartan?” Emi asked, recognizing the tiny man. Spartan waved meekly.
 
 
“Hey Emi…” Spartan replied sheepishly, a blush on his face as he was confronted by his boss. “Do I get fired now?”
 
 
“I mean, no, but just, explain?!” Emi stammered, putting Spartan onto the sink counter in front of her. He stepped over into the sink and shrugged.
 
 
“I missed the portal?” Spartan said. Emi narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. Spartan sighed and turned on the faucet.
 
 
“I am actually an Avatar of a deity much like your creator. I have as much power as he desires me to have and with his power he can make anything a reality as long as he is the creator of the world and the people. He can only minorly control characters created by others and has no power over other people's avatars.
 
 
“He willed it so that I would survive the trip through your intestines and circumvent the portal that Marissa placed for the Tinies to leave from. From that point, it was a matter of just waiting until the opportune time to escape.”
 
 
Emi stared at Spartan again.
 
 
“You just said a lot of words that I am understandably not really wrapping my head around…” Emi admitted, doing up the clasp on her skirt again. Though, as she thought about what Spartan said, she wondered how Spartan turned on the faucet at his size.
 
 
“If this is true, what is he saying now, your deity or whatever?”
 
 
Spartan thought for a moment. “I dunno, a sequel more focused on Vore?”
 
 
END, FOR NOW.