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With my deepest apologies to those trying to avoid thinking about current events, I present to you the following~
How does one deal with the stress of a global pandemic? Dunno about most people, but I dive deep in macro/micro content based around the subject. Big thanks to CommanderLeifN7 who was kind enough to indulge me in some roleplaying that this story is based on.
A shrinking virus is sweeping across the galaxy! But as if they were specifically targeted, only humans seem to be affected. Follow the story of James who finds himself affected at work on day.
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Corporate Downsizing
James shuddered as the gust from a nearby window chilled his bones a little. Just earlier that day he was the one who opened it on request from the turian fellow a few cubicles over. And now he sat atop that very same turian’s desk, shivering and trying to hide from the unpleasant airflow behind a warm coffee cup that was now at least four times as tall as he was.
This wasn’t fair. He was one of the few people who stayed behind and kept the office running despite every other human self-isolating themselves because of the news. And now here he was, forever punished for his dedication, sitting on the desk of the turian who was still technically his subordinate... at least until the papers went through. With this shrinking virus situation, James would definitely have to kiss that raise goodbye, if he even managed to keep the job at this size. Thinking about it, the owner of the desk he was sitting on, was likely the one who’d get James’ position, seeing as the virus only affected humans.
Xerxes quietly grumbled to himself. This was the worst morning for this to happen; first he had to fix the purchase logs, and now he had to be a glorified babysitter for a little human. Still, there were some positives to come from this; he looked forward to the incoming raise at least, though the extra workload that would come with the promotion was gonna suck. He propped his feet up on the table, two-toed turian shoes flexing a bit as he got comfy in his chair.
As two heavy thuds rumbled from behind James, he gazed past the coffee cup to see a pair of massive alien feet towering way up into the sky. "Oh Xerxes, come on! I’m still right here, you know." He said looking up at his colleague with only a slight hint of irritation.
The small, pathetic squeak of a voice caught the titan’s attention, and the turian’s green-painted face peered from behind the foot, cocked to the side and angled towards James. His brow raised and he reached for his coffee. "Ah... so you are..." Xerxes didn’t move his feet, instead lifting the cup and bringing it to his face, taking a sip of the hot drink within and letting out a gentle gulp. "We’ll see how long that’s true. Not like management is gonna keep you around when you gotta hop like a salarian on drugs across a keyboard to type an email."
James took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Look, Xerx, I know we’re all having a rough day right now but could you please be a little more considerate?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably. With his only shelter removed, the little man trembled like a leaf in the wind while the disproportionately cold breeze invaded his little hospital gown. It was a baggy little thing, more cloth than clothing but James had to make do, seeing as his actual outfit was far too big for him now. Such gowns had become mandatory to keep in a workplace. In fact, the purchase log James had been filling out earlier that day, one that Xerxes had taken over for him, contained a position specifying this exact resource for this exact scenario.
"Could you be a little more considerate? I’m gonna have to put in overtime for training to get myself reoriented here." Xerxes cocked a brow at James, taking another sip from his coffee, and humming a bit happily at its flavor. He took a little pity on the shivering human though, and reached to his foot.
James would watch Xerxes pull the shoe off, exposing a soft black sock. Two toes squirmed beneath the fabric as he lowered the foot down onto the little human, roughly flattening him to the table. "Here, does that help warm you up? I hear mammals like yourself do that when it’s chilly."
"What the heck are you- Eeeyyaaaah!" James yelped as he suddenly found himself beneath the turian’s massive foot. His cheeks burning red, James made a desperate effort to push the appendage off of himself but found little success.
Xerxes was a bit confused by James. He half expected muffled, hollering profanities to be spewed at him, but instead the little guy was... rubbing his feet from under there? He let out a rumble of guilty pleasure, enjoying the sensation of that solid being between his toes.
James suppressed the urge to moan as any line of protest to the giant alien’s words that may have been there a moment ago simply evaporated from his head. He sighed deeply. "I mean... I would prefer someone just close the damn window but it’s... something. Thanks, Xerx." James smiled before audibly sniffing at the air around him. "You really should wash these socks sometime though, geez."
“Tell you what, James.” The little guy would feel his upper body squished a bit in response, his lungs struggling to keep up with the motion of toes, and his nose being blasted by the scent, an odd, alien musk that flowed readily from the dark fabric. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
It was a little later that department manager Bulg, a stout blue-skinned krogan, came by. "Xerxes, word came in, there’s some mess going on down at the hospital and they can’t accept any human patients right now. Would you mind taking care of..." Bulg cleared his throat as he spotted James in a rather compromising position down beneath his co-worker’s foot. "…Mr Veller here until tomorrow? I’ll have one of the boys cover for you so you can... Ahem... head on home for the day." Having said that, the krogan cleared his throat again and stepped away, rather in a hurry.
"B-blug, er, Bulg hey!" Xerxes reacted. His eyes were wide, and his chest pounded. Pure embarrassment washed over him as the krogan made his exit. Xerx sighed, and lifted his foot off of the now much more significantly frazzled human. His eyes shot daggers at James, before he reached into the desk, and pulled out a... shot glass?
"I oughta just eat you up or something now, save myself the trouble of taking you home, and save management having to give you severance pay." Quickly, he slammed it over James, trapping the little guy under it while he took a sip from a flask he drew, before screwing it closed and hiding it back into his drawer. "Wait here while I get my things."
James’ short-lived protests reflected harmlessly off of the transparent dome that surrounded him as he sat there waiting for his colleague.
Xerxes grabbed his coat, gathered a few datapads and a satchel before he finally scooped James up off the table, pushing the glass to the edge and catching the human as he fell out of the bottom before stuffing him into one of the side pockets. James could see Xerx’s face above him, before he clasped the pocket shut. "Hmph, looks like our day together is just beginning."
The little guy felt himself dangling back and forth as the titan walked to his car and then again as he got out of it a few minutes later and took the elevator up to his modest, and somewhat untidy apartment. Then finally, without much pomp or ceremony James was tossed out onto the couch with the turian standing expectantly over him, arms akimbo.
James frowned, picking himself up off the plush surface, dusting himself off, and looking up at the titan defiantly. "Well hey, don’t give me that look, I’m not overjoyed at the thought of spending the rest of the day with you either. And hey, you should be glad! You get a day off, while I’m probably out of a job for the rest of my life!"
"Not to mention the constant threat of doom that your stature poses!" Xerxes said overenthusiastically and with a faux smile, before his expression shifted back to his normal curmudgeonly display. He tossed the bag onto the couch near James, the sound of it crumpling upon impact resembling thunder to the little human. The human then felt the cushion shoot up, as Xerxes slammed himself down onto the couch too, flinging the poor tiny up into the air!
"Oh shi-" Xerxes reached out a hand, fumbling with the little human as he was barely able to hold onto him, tumbling the little guy in his hands before finally feeling James come to a harmless rest. He brought him up to his face, the massive turian having a look of worry for once. "Are you alright?"
James was just catching his breath for a few seconds before looking over at Xerx and immediately recoiling at the sight of just how massive his face had become. "Waah! Uhm... I mean. Y-yeah." There was a short pause. "You know, if it wasn’t for the genuine look of concern on your face I would have totally though you just did that on purpose."
Xerx’s thumb curled up around James, gently rubbing on his belly, easily eclipsed by the whole appendage as the turian evaluated the little guy.
James sighed. "But yeah... Don’t worry I’ve seen the PSA vids, I’m well aware of what can happen to guys like me if we don’t want the others’ step..." James seemed genuinely distraught for a moment, allowing his true distaste for the situation to shine through. "I’m one of the lucky ones to be discovered before some clueless oaf broke my legs though. Here’s hoping the streak holds!"
A soft, more relieved breath came out of him for a moment before he put up his facade once more. Xerx rolled his eyes and the hands fell out from under James, letting him plummet onto the soft couch cushion. "Hmph don’t worry James, if I break your teeny tiny legs it’ll be a lot more deliberate than clueless." Annoyance was still evident in his voice, but with an air of genuine affection, despite the threat. Xerxes pivoted on his rear, his now bare foot raised up to the couch. James would have little time to react before the foot pressed against him, shoving him roughly into the arm of the couch, squeezing him tight. "Speaking of watching for other’s steps, how’s it looking down there pipsqueak?"
That was it, one sudden unexpected move was all it took for James’ own facade to crumble to pieces. He twitched and moaned loudly as the massive alien appendage was shoved against him, pinning him against the leathery yet soft surface of the armrest. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds before opening up and meeting with a genuinely shocked expression of his supposed tormentor. His face flushed red as James remained frozen, staring up at Xerx with an expression reminiscent of a deer in the headlights.
The turian expression for surprise and confusion was amusing. Squinted eyes, a single raised brow, the nose scrunched, and his mandibles flared outwards, fluttering before retreating back to his face. Xerxes huffed and shook his head in disbelief, before his foot squeezed even tighter on James, wondering if he can press out another pathetic little squeak from the alien. "Spirits, I knew it... I bet this whole shrinking thing is gonna end up being the best thing that has ever happened to a weirdo like you~"
"Hey, come on now, this whole thing’s serious I can’t just enjoy knowing I’ll never be able to do anything by myself for the rest of- MNAAAAH!"
Xerx slid his foot up and down along James’ pinned body, warming his skin with friction against the warm turian hide. The oppressive toes would curl around James’ head, giving him a warm squeeze and holding back power that could squeeze James into a paste if he so desired. "Go on, I wanna hear you say it. You love being this small, being down at your subordinate’s feet. You’ll still be going to work every day, but it’s not gonna be as an employee. It’s gonna be as a piece of sock lint tucked away in my shoe."
James’ attempts to save face fell through as a gentle twitch from Xerx’s toes send him over the edge, creating a tiny dark stain on the hospital gown just around his abdomen. "F-fuck..." James whispered quietly. "You’re... You’re such a bastard, Xerxes."
"And you’re a horny little twerp... I’ll give you three days before you come begging me to eat you up or squash you like a bug... I hear that’s how most others deal with the little guys that they get stuck with eventually." Xerxes smirked at James, feeling the spread of warmth as James released against his sole. He pulled back, allowing James to fall to the couch. He simply laid there, watching vids with his foot still next to James, letting the little guy nestle between his toes.
“You can’t be seriously implying that-”
“That you’d beg me to let you spend the rest of your life at my feet?” Xerxes, asked, not even looking away from his vid as his massive toes simple raised a few inches into the air, dwarfing the already miniscule human even further. “Be honest, you’re totally thinking about it~”
“I mean would you even-“
“And no, I wouldn’t mind so much, provided you a sign a few waivers, freeing me of any responsibility in the event of your untimely demise. I wouldn’t want to navigate a legal shitstorm just for stepping on a bug after all~”
How does one deal with the stress of a global pandemic? Dunno about most people, but I dive deep in macro/micro content based around the subject. Big thanks to CommanderLeifN7 who was kind enough to indulge me in some roleplaying that this story is based on.
A shrinking virus is sweeping across the galaxy! But as if they were specifically targeted, only humans seem to be affected. Follow the story of James who finds himself affected at work on day.
________________________________________________
Corporate Downsizing
James shuddered as the gust from a nearby window chilled his bones a little. Just earlier that day he was the one who opened it on request from the turian fellow a few cubicles over. And now he sat atop that very same turian’s desk, shivering and trying to hide from the unpleasant airflow behind a warm coffee cup that was now at least four times as tall as he was.
This wasn’t fair. He was one of the few people who stayed behind and kept the office running despite every other human self-isolating themselves because of the news. And now here he was, forever punished for his dedication, sitting on the desk of the turian who was still technically his subordinate... at least until the papers went through. With this shrinking virus situation, James would definitely have to kiss that raise goodbye, if he even managed to keep the job at this size. Thinking about it, the owner of the desk he was sitting on, was likely the one who’d get James’ position, seeing as the virus only affected humans.
Xerxes quietly grumbled to himself. This was the worst morning for this to happen; first he had to fix the purchase logs, and now he had to be a glorified babysitter for a little human. Still, there were some positives to come from this; he looked forward to the incoming raise at least, though the extra workload that would come with the promotion was gonna suck. He propped his feet up on the table, two-toed turian shoes flexing a bit as he got comfy in his chair.
As two heavy thuds rumbled from behind James, he gazed past the coffee cup to see a pair of massive alien feet towering way up into the sky. "Oh Xerxes, come on! I’m still right here, you know." He said looking up at his colleague with only a slight hint of irritation.
The small, pathetic squeak of a voice caught the titan’s attention, and the turian’s green-painted face peered from behind the foot, cocked to the side and angled towards James. His brow raised and he reached for his coffee. "Ah... so you are..." Xerxes didn’t move his feet, instead lifting the cup and bringing it to his face, taking a sip of the hot drink within and letting out a gentle gulp. "We’ll see how long that’s true. Not like management is gonna keep you around when you gotta hop like a salarian on drugs across a keyboard to type an email."
James took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Look, Xerx, I know we’re all having a rough day right now but could you please be a little more considerate?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably. With his only shelter removed, the little man trembled like a leaf in the wind while the disproportionately cold breeze invaded his little hospital gown. It was a baggy little thing, more cloth than clothing but James had to make do, seeing as his actual outfit was far too big for him now. Such gowns had become mandatory to keep in a workplace. In fact, the purchase log James had been filling out earlier that day, one that Xerxes had taken over for him, contained a position specifying this exact resource for this exact scenario.
"Could you be a little more considerate? I’m gonna have to put in overtime for training to get myself reoriented here." Xerxes cocked a brow at James, taking another sip from his coffee, and humming a bit happily at its flavor. He took a little pity on the shivering human though, and reached to his foot.
James would watch Xerxes pull the shoe off, exposing a soft black sock. Two toes squirmed beneath the fabric as he lowered the foot down onto the little human, roughly flattening him to the table. "Here, does that help warm you up? I hear mammals like yourself do that when it’s chilly."
"What the heck are you- Eeeyyaaaah!" James yelped as he suddenly found himself beneath the turian’s massive foot. His cheeks burning red, James made a desperate effort to push the appendage off of himself but found little success.
Xerxes was a bit confused by James. He half expected muffled, hollering profanities to be spewed at him, but instead the little guy was... rubbing his feet from under there? He let out a rumble of guilty pleasure, enjoying the sensation of that solid being between his toes.
James suppressed the urge to moan as any line of protest to the giant alien’s words that may have been there a moment ago simply evaporated from his head. He sighed deeply. "I mean... I would prefer someone just close the damn window but it’s... something. Thanks, Xerx." James smiled before audibly sniffing at the air around him. "You really should wash these socks sometime though, geez."
“Tell you what, James.” The little guy would feel his upper body squished a bit in response, his lungs struggling to keep up with the motion of toes, and his nose being blasted by the scent, an odd, alien musk that flowed readily from the dark fabric. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
It was a little later that department manager Bulg, a stout blue-skinned krogan, came by. "Xerxes, word came in, there’s some mess going on down at the hospital and they can’t accept any human patients right now. Would you mind taking care of..." Bulg cleared his throat as he spotted James in a rather compromising position down beneath his co-worker’s foot. "…Mr Veller here until tomorrow? I’ll have one of the boys cover for you so you can... Ahem... head on home for the day." Having said that, the krogan cleared his throat again and stepped away, rather in a hurry.
"B-blug, er, Bulg hey!" Xerxes reacted. His eyes were wide, and his chest pounded. Pure embarrassment washed over him as the krogan made his exit. Xerx sighed, and lifted his foot off of the now much more significantly frazzled human. His eyes shot daggers at James, before he reached into the desk, and pulled out a... shot glass?
"I oughta just eat you up or something now, save myself the trouble of taking you home, and save management having to give you severance pay." Quickly, he slammed it over James, trapping the little guy under it while he took a sip from a flask he drew, before screwing it closed and hiding it back into his drawer. "Wait here while I get my things."
James’ short-lived protests reflected harmlessly off of the transparent dome that surrounded him as he sat there waiting for his colleague.
Xerxes grabbed his coat, gathered a few datapads and a satchel before he finally scooped James up off the table, pushing the glass to the edge and catching the human as he fell out of the bottom before stuffing him into one of the side pockets. James could see Xerx’s face above him, before he clasped the pocket shut. "Hmph, looks like our day together is just beginning."
The little guy felt himself dangling back and forth as the titan walked to his car and then again as he got out of it a few minutes later and took the elevator up to his modest, and somewhat untidy apartment. Then finally, without much pomp or ceremony James was tossed out onto the couch with the turian standing expectantly over him, arms akimbo.
James frowned, picking himself up off the plush surface, dusting himself off, and looking up at the titan defiantly. "Well hey, don’t give me that look, I’m not overjoyed at the thought of spending the rest of the day with you either. And hey, you should be glad! You get a day off, while I’m probably out of a job for the rest of my life!"
"Not to mention the constant threat of doom that your stature poses!" Xerxes said overenthusiastically and with a faux smile, before his expression shifted back to his normal curmudgeonly display. He tossed the bag onto the couch near James, the sound of it crumpling upon impact resembling thunder to the little human. The human then felt the cushion shoot up, as Xerxes slammed himself down onto the couch too, flinging the poor tiny up into the air!
"Oh shi-" Xerxes reached out a hand, fumbling with the little human as he was barely able to hold onto him, tumbling the little guy in his hands before finally feeling James come to a harmless rest. He brought him up to his face, the massive turian having a look of worry for once. "Are you alright?"
James was just catching his breath for a few seconds before looking over at Xerx and immediately recoiling at the sight of just how massive his face had become. "Waah! Uhm... I mean. Y-yeah." There was a short pause. "You know, if it wasn’t for the genuine look of concern on your face I would have totally though you just did that on purpose."
Xerx’s thumb curled up around James, gently rubbing on his belly, easily eclipsed by the whole appendage as the turian evaluated the little guy.
James sighed. "But yeah... Don’t worry I’ve seen the PSA vids, I’m well aware of what can happen to guys like me if we don’t want the others’ step..." James seemed genuinely distraught for a moment, allowing his true distaste for the situation to shine through. "I’m one of the lucky ones to be discovered before some clueless oaf broke my legs though. Here’s hoping the streak holds!"
A soft, more relieved breath came out of him for a moment before he put up his facade once more. Xerx rolled his eyes and the hands fell out from under James, letting him plummet onto the soft couch cushion. "Hmph don’t worry James, if I break your teeny tiny legs it’ll be a lot more deliberate than clueless." Annoyance was still evident in his voice, but with an air of genuine affection, despite the threat. Xerxes pivoted on his rear, his now bare foot raised up to the couch. James would have little time to react before the foot pressed against him, shoving him roughly into the arm of the couch, squeezing him tight. "Speaking of watching for other’s steps, how’s it looking down there pipsqueak?"
That was it, one sudden unexpected move was all it took for James’ own facade to crumble to pieces. He twitched and moaned loudly as the massive alien appendage was shoved against him, pinning him against the leathery yet soft surface of the armrest. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds before opening up and meeting with a genuinely shocked expression of his supposed tormentor. His face flushed red as James remained frozen, staring up at Xerx with an expression reminiscent of a deer in the headlights.
The turian expression for surprise and confusion was amusing. Squinted eyes, a single raised brow, the nose scrunched, and his mandibles flared outwards, fluttering before retreating back to his face. Xerxes huffed and shook his head in disbelief, before his foot squeezed even tighter on James, wondering if he can press out another pathetic little squeak from the alien. "Spirits, I knew it... I bet this whole shrinking thing is gonna end up being the best thing that has ever happened to a weirdo like you~"
"Hey, come on now, this whole thing’s serious I can’t just enjoy knowing I’ll never be able to do anything by myself for the rest of- MNAAAAH!"
Xerx slid his foot up and down along James’ pinned body, warming his skin with friction against the warm turian hide. The oppressive toes would curl around James’ head, giving him a warm squeeze and holding back power that could squeeze James into a paste if he so desired. "Go on, I wanna hear you say it. You love being this small, being down at your subordinate’s feet. You’ll still be going to work every day, but it’s not gonna be as an employee. It’s gonna be as a piece of sock lint tucked away in my shoe."
James’ attempts to save face fell through as a gentle twitch from Xerx’s toes send him over the edge, creating a tiny dark stain on the hospital gown just around his abdomen. "F-fuck..." James whispered quietly. "You’re... You’re such a bastard, Xerxes."
"And you’re a horny little twerp... I’ll give you three days before you come begging me to eat you up or squash you like a bug... I hear that’s how most others deal with the little guys that they get stuck with eventually." Xerxes smirked at James, feeling the spread of warmth as James released against his sole. He pulled back, allowing James to fall to the couch. He simply laid there, watching vids with his foot still next to James, letting the little guy nestle between his toes.
“You can’t be seriously implying that-”
“That you’d beg me to let you spend the rest of your life at my feet?” Xerxes, asked, not even looking away from his vid as his massive toes simple raised a few inches into the air, dwarfing the already miniscule human even further. “Be honest, you’re totally thinking about it~”
“I mean would you even-“
“And no, I wouldn’t mind so much, provided you a sign a few waivers, freeing me of any responsibility in the event of your untimely demise. I wouldn’t want to navigate a legal shitstorm just for stepping on a bug after all~”
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Turian
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
I think it should be called the suicidal virus if most little humans want big mean Turians to end their lives in a moment of pleasure :D
Nah, not everyone. Xerxes is just mean :P
Plus that's a bit excessive I think XD
Plus that's a bit excessive I think XD
A big mean Turian - just the kinda guy I need to find myself cooped up with after he has had a bad day :D
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