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With Albert back in the carrier, Mary returned to work. Acer called her in to the office.
As soon as she sat down, Albert rappelled down the thread. He waded through the knee high carpet and hid under the desk.
"Mary, you look particularly attractive today" Acer said admiring her fishnet stockings, and rather tight skirt.
"Thank you Mr. Acer, but oughtn't we be getting down to business"?
"Come on Mary, I've asked you to call me John. Why don't you just sit down here on my lap and I'll give you a bit of dictation and we can be friendly."
"We've been over that before, I'll be happy to take dictation, from here."
"Come on, I know you'd be happy to sit on Albert's lap." Acer said, not realizing how Albert had just been sitting on Mary's lap.
"Mr. Acer, that's not any of your business and I'd rather you stop this, but if you continue, I'm going to have to do something about it."
"Come on, you can't do anything about it. No one would believe you, and if you made an accusation, no one would ever hire you again." Mary knew it would ordinarily be true, but these were not ordinary circumstances. She looked down at the bottom of the desk. She could barely make out Albert taping the whole episode. Ordinarily she would have left but she didn't want to abandon him. As she looked, he stepped out and waved her to leave.
Acer continued offering Mary promotions if she'd "behave". Albert got madder and madder at Acer, but realized all he could do to protect Mary was to continue filming the scene. Mary wanted to protect Albert, but didn't have a chance to pick up Albert. Acer kept moving closer. Albert couldn't make it to her leg, not to mention the safety of her skirt, without being noticed. Mary realized that the safest thing for Albert was for her to leave. If Acer saw Albert things could get nasty and Albert was hardly able to defend himself.
As she turned to the door, Acer grabbed her by the waist. Acer was a giant, but somehow, perhaps with the strength of panic, she slipped under and out of his grip. She opened the door and left. Acer followed, but when he noticed people in the outer office stopped following her and said "We'll discuss this later."
As soon as Acer had to leave for a meeting, Mary hurried in, and retrieved Albert.
"Now I want to do something in private". She put him in her purse and closed it, trapping him in the dark. He heard, but didn't see what she was doing. Shortly he heard the toilet flush. In a couple of minutes she opened the purse, picked him up again and asked if he had anything to take care of. He did. She put him on the edge of the toilet and turned around. She didn't hear what he did, nor could she notice anything after she turned back around.
That evening Albert took out the tape of the session with Acer. Mary enlarged it and they both watched her small/Imax screen size TV. Mary realized that while she thought she'd been protecting him all day, and she had been, he'd bravely been getting the information to protect her. She found herself becoming more attracted to what she was starting to think of as her shy and brilliant little man.
Albert asked that was Acer's normal behavior. She answered "Worse than normal, I usually manage to leave before he gets like that, but I guess I was a bit distracted."
Albert found it strange that Mary was making excuses for Acer, saying that Acer's behavior was somehow her fault for not leaving earlier. Albert had read about this kind of reaction from abused women. He pointed out to her how wrong Acer had been and that it was not her fault. It took a while, but as Mary rewound and rewatched the tape she began to understand what had been done to her. By the end of the evening, they both wanted to do more than merely have Mary sue him for sex discrimination.
He asked Mary if she could hold out a couple of weeks. She said "This has been going on for months, a few more weeks won't matter." Albert wanted to ensure that the machines in the company couldn't continue without him and that if he left it would look as though they had never worked. Mary was concerned that "too many have seen Acer at his seven foot size to believe that nothing was going on. They do own your invention. They can force you legally to fix them, even if you've left the company."
"Oh, they'll believe that something has been going on..."
He started studying glass making, and ordered a small kiln, a cubic yard of sand, and some chemicals. When it all arrived, he pressed a small lens into some clay to form a mold. The mold was fired in the kiln. He shrank the sand and chemicals, and placed them into the mold and melted them in the kiln to form a lens shaped small mass of glass. Some polishing made it into a reasonably good lens. Later the lens expanded to an eight foot wide lens. The lens was shrunk back with some more sand.
The additional sand was placed in a small flask. The sand couldn't expand without breaking the flask, which required energy not supplied with the shrinking process. The lens couldn't expand without everything that was shrunk with it also expanding. Thus, the lens wouldn't expand until they poured the sand out of the flask.
Albert quit. He was told that the company owned his invention and he'd be sued if he mentioned it. He said "I understand. You can be sure I won't tell anyone about it, without approval from the legal owners of the invention."
Albert couldn't risk being seen in the building, and disabling the machine undetectably was too complicated to explain. They found a different way of getting Albert to the machines.
After a few more days of planning and practice, they were ready. Mary shrank Albert with some sand, and the sand was placed in a small cup. Then she expanded him. Then he was shrunk again with some more sand that was placed in a second cup.
Mary brought the shrunken Albert in with the miniature lens. When Acer went out for a meeting, she emptied one of her cups. Immediately Albert grew. Albert disabled the expanding machines in the company. Then they placed the lens, now smaller than a contact lens on the floor, where it could expand. The enlargement wore off and he grew smaller again.
He was lying on his back supported by her tee shirt, looking up at her bra and chest. The shirt was stretched so tightly between her large mounds, and he weighed so little that he hardly made an impression on the shirt. Right above his head was a big lace bow tie, about two feet across. The space he was in was about 10 feet wide at the bottom where he lay on her shirt, and about two feet wide at the top where her breasts were at their widest and where they met her chest. The cloth curved up matching the shape of her breasts. He thought he could stand up straight but he noticed the headroom would get tighter as he moved around. The headroom would get wider but lower if he stepped up on her shirt either towards her head, where the light was coming from, or towards her feet.
In a moment she stood up. First he felt himself being pushed down against her tee shirt as her motion upwards increased in acceleration and then the cloth sprang back to its normal shape as she slowed and he found himself tumbling toward her chest as the floor came out from under his feet.
He tried to stand up, just as she breathed out. The shirt loosened, and he found his legs slipping down her shirt. She breathed in and they were caught. He leaned over to prevent himself from falling all the way down. Soon he was able to leverage himself up on the slightly slopping ledge formed by the cloth strung between the bottom of her breasts. The bottom of her breasts jutted out almost perpendicularly from her chest. The fabric of the shirt was stretched between them, and made an almost level surface.
After a while he realized he could lie on the cloth like a hammock, albeit one which was tipped slightly towards one side. He couldn't swing the hammock back and forth, but Mary did as she breathed and walked. When she breathed in the hammock came up as the cloth was stretched, and when she breathed out, it came back down. He didn't want to stand and risk slipping down her shirt. He knew she was wearing a tight belt and that he wouldn't slip all the way down, but he might get trapped in a sort of cocoon down there.
It was actually quite peaceful until she went downstairs. Mary was an energetic lady and always took the stairs. The bouncing might not have been so bad except that her breast jiggled. They were quite firm, and were held in by a tight bra. But they jiggled a bit. The jiggling was amplified by the fact that her shirt was stretched tightly between them, just as moving the end of a stretched rope a bit together and then apart will move its center much more than the ends are moved.
He managed to twist around, placing his feet on her chest with his back on the curve of the cloth. He was able to balance by using his legs to press upward on her chest with his back being pressed down into the cloth. Once he got his foot on the strap between her two bra cups, he was fairly comfortable, but was glad when he realized she was only going down one flight of stairs. Later when she ascended the steps she came up a more slowly, and while she was breathing just a bit harder -- he was the only one that noticed, he was more aware of what her body was doing than she was --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi