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From: "Tony" <as015b1810@blueyonder.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} Corporate Downsizing by Banfield
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Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 09:10:04 -0500
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   Corporate Downsizing by Banfield

   This little yarn is dedicated to three chaps I know and all of whom are
deeply involved with this tale of shrink, vore and insertion

   'I've asked you all here for this corporate briefing because, although
the company is doing awfully well...profits have soared and our Director
and shareholders are very happy with that, but unfortunately there are a
few among you who seem to take their jobs rather too lightly and in a
casual manner.  It's as if those individuals don't care...as if management
goes about in blinkers....You, Tony, is there something amusing?'

   Tony's face tried to straighten up from its grinning expression: 'No,
miss, nothing.'

   The female addressing the large office staff turned her stern look away
and continued the briefing.  What she was saying was of some interest but
to some, especially the males, all rather humdrum and tedious.  They had
heard it all before - how the staff should "knuckle down, exert themselves,
be more efficient, get your fingers out" and so on.

   Clare, a young woman, still in her 20's but only just, presented a
striking figure.  Not a great beauty but attractive.  Her position in the
firm, not so long appointed, riled a lot of the staff, both male and
female, but not so strongly as it did three particular males.  One of them,
the youngest of 22, didn't mind so much that a female was above him but he
disliked being bossed by a woman - especially one of Clare's age.  Howard,
a little older, shared Bob's grievances of being "overlooked" by the top
managers and placing that strict, rather bookish female who, as it
happened, had not long come down from Cambridge University, and between the
three men, she was a veritable "bone of contention" a casus belli
profundus.

   'That bitch!' gasped Tony, the youngest of the trio.  'Eh?' queried
Howard, the second oldest.  'She's just ticked me off for some silly little
mistake.  You'd think I'd made the company bankrupt or something.  Bloody
cow!' Howard smiled ruefully: 'She's got her sights on a director's seat,
that girl.  A pity she doesn't mix in.  Stays aloof.  What do you think,
Bob?'

   'Eh?' Bob, preoccupied, lifted his head from his batch of papers only
half listening to the gripes of his colleagues: 'Well, I wish she'd smile a
bit more.  I've seldom seen her smile.  She's got nice lips.  Wonder what
her teeth are like?'

   'What're you talking about?' asked Tony, 'She's a bloody tyrant.  Who
cares about her teeth for God's sake!  She wants seeing to right enough. 
I'd like to have her in bed.  I'd teach her a few things!' Howard smiled
condescendingly, Bob just looked into space murmuring something about how
she never smiled and how he'd love to see her teeth.

   Some time later the following day, the three office clerks were
surprised to get an internal call requesting them to go to Clare's plush
office.  They couldn't guess why they were summoned together to face that
termagant, all of them wondering what they had done wrong.  They entered
the office rather sheepishly to see Clare at her expansive desk, and lined
up before her.

   'Ah, Tony, Howard and Bob, I've asked you all in here to tell you that
I'm not entirely happy with your work.  Not only that but also your
attitude.  It's been brought to my notice that you three hold some grudge
towards me, that you have a grievance of my position over you.  I also find
it offensive the way you look at me whenever I have cause to go out into
the general office.  You, Tony, giving him what can only be described as a
lecherous look; you, Howard, flagrant dislike, and you, Bob...I can't
really describe but it's as if you were...well, searching me for something.
It's all very, very unnerving.  However, I'm inclined to overlook your
unseemly behaviour providing you conduct yourselves better.'

   Tony's expression changed from concern to a more lighter appearance -
relieved that she chose to let the matter ride.  Bob was gazing at her
trying not to when, to his surprise, she gave them all a rare smile.  Bob
felt a quiver run down his spine and a sudden jolt in his loins.  He saw
what he'd been longing to see ever since that female had joined the firm as
an executive - a post both he and Howard thought should be theirs.

   'So, look,' she went on, 'as a gesture of good-will and accord, I'd like
you to share a little drink with me and hope, in the future, we'll be on
better relations.' So saying, she arose from her chair and stepped to the
door.  She took down one of three notices all of which read in bold letters
"DO NOT DISTURB".  one was green, one was amber and one was red.  It was
the red card she chose and pinned on the outside of the door which she then
locked.  Red was to say that, on no circumstances unless there was fire in
the building was anyone allowed to enter or even knock.  She returned to
her desk and switched off the three 'phones.  Next, she opened a drawer of
the desk and produced a bottle and four glasses.

   'This is a very old, vintage wine,' she said as she uncorked and poured
the rich-red liquid.  She then handed a glass to the three jubilant men and
raised her glass to her lips.  'Well, here's to a very satisfatory
conclusion to our meeting,' she toasted with a smile.  It was Howard who
thought that smile was somehow sinister.  They all, except Clare, quaffed
the wine.  Howard and Bob hummed and hahhed about the taste.  Clare,
without taking a sip, placed her glass on the desk.  'Good, now tell me a
little about yourselves,' she said pleasantly.  'You, Tony, do you have a
girlfriend or something?' 'No, er...yes, I'm married and have two
children.' 'Oh?' she replied in mild surprise because of his age, 'And I
presume you are happy with your lot?' Tony nodded proudly.

   'And you, Howard?'

   'Yes, I'm married.  No children, well, not by my present wife.  I have
three by my first.'

   Clare grinned and turned to Bob.  She saw him gazing at her intently -
particularly at her mouth.  She felt compelled to make some small comment:
'You seem to be rather intense.  Are you married?'

   'No, miss,' he replied, 'I haven't found the right girl yet.'

   'You're not....?' she queried with that knowing inflection in her tone
and look in her eyes.

   'Oh no!' he hastily retorted with a slight shudder, 'I'm not gay!'

   Clare gave a tinkling laugh.  'Of course!'

   As they chatted the three men didn't register anything amiss apart from
feeling rather lightheaded, and then, to their shock, they realised they
were shrinking in size.  The first inkling was when Howard's wristwatch
slipped from his hand, then Tony's wedding ring slid off his third finger.
Bob also lost his wristwatch and found his clothers becoming outsized. 
With their heads swimming, their senses whirling bewilderingly, the trio
slowly, inexorably diminished in size.  Smaller and smaller they became,
each of them speaking wildly asking themselves what was happening; and all
the while, Clare looked at them with that sinister, vindictive smile.

   Before long, it must have taken almost an hour, the three of them were
reduced to mini-men of about five inches, all standing perplexed and
frightened amid their clothing.  Clare moved from her chair and picked them
up one by one and stood them on her desk.  She resumed her seat and gazed
at them with a lascivious smile: 'Now I've got you just as I planned,' she
murmured, 'I've always despised you.  I know what you've been thinking. 
I've heard what you've been saying about me; but it all stops here.  I'm
glad it's just the three of you because, what I have in mind and been
planning for many nights will be justified and....rather exciting...  for
me, that is.'

   'For heaven's sake!' piped Howard, 'What've you done to us?  Get us back
to normal!  This is madness!'

   'No, Howard, not madness.  Revenge.  You see, I've arranged for your
letters of dismissal so that's cleared you from the firm.  We no longer
have any responsibility for you.  Now you'll all...er, going to disappear,
right off the face of the earth...'

   'What're you talking about?' shrieked Tony.

   Clare turned her eyes to him.  'What I'm saying is, Tony, that all three
of you are simply going to disappear...well, in a way.  Now, there are
three of you and I, being a woman, have three places to dispose of you...'
Her eyes then went from one to the other...'Can you guess?'

   It was Bob who fathomed her implications...or thought he had.  'Oh my
God!' He stared up at her giant face, his body shaking at the astounding
revelation.  He turned to his colleagues.  'Don't you see what she
intends?' he gasped.

   Clare then rose to her feet.  To their amazement and possibly some
excitement, she began unbuttoning her crisp-white blouse.  Dumbstruck they
looked as she unclipped her dainty bra, and stared with mixed emotions at
her pert breasts.  She then unclipped her skirt and shucked it down to
reveal the splendour of her matching knickers - a very brief, alluring
garment so fine that it revealed the darkness of her pubic hair. 
Mesmerised, the three midgets watched as she thumbed the flimsy garment
down to fully expose her pubic thatch and just a glimpse of her labia.

   Clare then reseated herself pushing her chair back a little in order to
allow them to see her.  She reached forth to take Tony in her hand.  He
made futile struggles, his eyes wide as she took him close to her face. 
'Now, Tony, I've guessed all along what you've been longing for.  Don't
think I haven't got girls out there who have been loyal to me and reported
what you've been saying.  Well, you're about to get your wish.  As you're
the youngest I think you should be first.' As she spoke, Clare spread her
thighs wide apart, and with her free hand, began rubbing herself.  She then
carried him down.  'Oh, God, no!' he shrieked as the warm, heady aroma of
her vagina wafted to his nostrils.  Furiously he struggled, his tiny hands
scrabbled at her fingers clenched around him, his little legs kicked
ineffectively as he saw her labia drawing closer.  'Noooooooooooo!' His
cries became muffled and then silenced as Clare thrust him into her slimy
cavity.  She uttered a moan, drew her legs together and spread them apart
again as she worked him in deeper and deeper then, with the tips of her
fingers, pushed him out of sight.  Howard glared up at her: 'You're
insane!' he shouted, 'What about his wife and kids?' Clare ignored him. 
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as if experiencing a hedonistic bout
of lovemaking, then her eyes slowly opened and focussed on Howard.  'You're
next,' she said reaching for him.  He made a run for it blindly running
into a pile of documents.  He fell and as he struggled to his feet Clare's
hand wrapped around his naked body.

   Wriggling and squirming he, and Bob, saw that she had raised her feet to
the seat of her chair and both men saw the aperture set below the puffy
lips, a darkish brown surround, crinkly and altogether a fearsome place. 
Clare held him close while she spat copious amounts of saliva onto her free
hand's fingers and used the viscose liquid to lubricate her anus.  At the
same time she raised Howard to her mouth and took his head inside gathering
more saliva to coat him in it.  With a quick movement he was returned down
below to again be confronted by her now glistening anus.

   'Goodbye, Howard,' she sighed, and began pressing his head against the
tight, rubbery orifice.  Howard's last words before being squeezed into her
anus was for his beloved wife.  She urged him in as she did with Tony but
with far more exertion, especially forcing his shoulders into the tight
hole.  As she rammed him up into her rectum Bob stood and stared transfixed
at the most bizarre sight of his life, and it began to dawn on him what his
fate will be.  He slowly raised his eyes from the grotesque tableau, seeing
his second colleague being callously submerged into that vengeful female's
intimate orifice.  He began to tremble with the knowledge of his impending
fate: three of them - one already probably suffocated or crushed to death
in Clare's vagina, the second, poor Howard, inextricably trapped in her
rectum...and even as he looked he saw his legs disappearing, then his feet
and the woman's sphincter closing the anus tightly.  He tore his eyes away
from the horror and looked up at her mouth.
His senses went into an overdrive as he looked at where his final
journey will start.  He might have fantasised such a situation a million
times.  It could have been his long-harboured obsession, but now it was not
a fantasy.

   She then looked at him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. 
She reached out for him and instinctively he backed away but she seized him
and lifted him to her face.

   'Well, Bob, you're the last.  You've seen how I've disposed of your
friends and now it's your turn.  I've saved you till last because I've seen
how fascinated you are by my mouth.  I think you really want to be eaten,
don't you?' Bob couldn't say a word.  He was close to her mouth, feeling
her warm breath on his nakedness.  He gazed in rapture at her sensuous
lips, felt his heart almost miss a beat when her lips parted to reveal her
huge glistening-white teeth.  He gave a gasp when her thick tongue emerged
and he wimpered when she began licking his body from his crotch up to his
face.

   'Ooooh...Aaaah!' she sighed, 'I think Howard's gone now.  He's stopped
struggling down there, and I do believe Tony has expired.  Now for you,
Bob.' She gave her lips a quick lick and bared her teeth.  Bob, now
terrified, stared in abject horror at the awesome cavern, the undulating
tongue sweeping down to the ominous tunnel of her gullet.  'No, please!' he
begged.  Clare closed her mouth.  'Mmm...well, I was going to just suck on
you for a while and simply swallow you whole, you know, so that I could
feel you squirming your way down to my stomach, but first, I'll just have a
few bites of you...just to get the taste.

   Without further ado, she positioned him to the side and with a quick
snap, bit off his right arm.  Bob gave a scream and as blood spurted from
the stump Clare held him tight and caught the thin jets in her mouth. 
'Mmmm....nice,' she muttered, and began chewing the limb.  She made short
work of that and quickly nipped off his left arm, again drinking the blood
spurting from his shoulder.  'Mmm...delicious,' she said, 'I'm so glad I
didn't have lunch, I'm beginning to feel full already.  Now for these...'
She gripped him firmly and upended him to take one of his legs.  'Oh golly,
even though you're small, Bob, you've got splendid meaty limbs.' She
inserted the selected leg into her mouth and clamped her teeth hard over
his thigh close to the hip-bone.  It took a little more effort to break
through the femur.  Bob squealed again and heard the fearful crunching as
she began chewing.  His other leg followed suit leaving him limbless. 
Clare's next choice was his genitals - another scenario that had persisted
in his fantasies.  It took a split second and not much longer for her to
masticate and swallow his organs.  Then she prepared him for the final
bite, the bite that will end his manifested fantasies for ever.  She
centred his neck between her sharp teeth, gripped him tightly and, for a
while, played over his head with her tongue, licking and lapping, coating
him with saliva and then slowly clenching her teeth until there came a dull
crack and her teeth met and his head fell on her tongue to be swished from
side to side before hurtling down her oesophagus to follow the long long
trail to her belly.  With the gulp, Clare pushed the torso into her mouth,
held it for a moment relishing the spurting blood and took the final gulp.

   She rested awhile before dressing and left her office for her private en
suite w.c.  She enjoyed the exquisite sensations of emitting Tony from her
vagina and Howard from her anus, each one thrilling her senses as they
slowly oozed from her to fall and splash into the water at the base of the
lavatory.  She grinned evily as she wiped herself and hoped that when Bob
was ready to be evacuated...just his bones...  he will give her as much
pleasure.  That'll be sometime the next day.

   Here's wishing you all a very contented New Year!

   THE END

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