CHAPTER ONE
"Hmmm, I don't think this batch is sweet enough, Timmy," said Ashley, withdrawing her testing finger from her mouth with a moist pop. "It needs more high fructose and less phosphoric acid."
Timothy Springer leaned back in his chair and huffed a sigh, rolling his eyes up at the factory ceiling of Fizzy Pop, Inc. He hadn't been able to get the recipe right today. Ashley, one of the batch testers, had been hounding his ass all morning about the correct ingredient levels. Her constant nagging was starting to irritate Timothy, but even more than that, she still hadn't honored his request to be called by his actual name.
"I told you, Ashley," he said, dropping his eyes back down from the ceiling, "my name's Timothy, not Timmy. No one else outside of this job ever calls me Timmy."
"Aww but I like "Timmy" more," said Ashley, cracking a smile. "The name "Timothy" sounds too official for you."
"Yeah!" came a laughing voice. Timothy looked around to see Patricia, another one of the batch testers, enter the room and stand next to his chair, looking down on him. "Like, Timmy, if you were our superior, say like, a supervisor or something, then maybe we'd call you "Timothy.""
"But you're just a batch mixer," came a third voice. He rolled his eyes again, not even needing to see who it was to know that Katie had joined in on the fun. "So you're "Timmy."" The three women laughed heartily at their own jokes as their eyes danced down at Timothy, who continued to sit moodily in his chair.
"Ha ha you three," replied Timothy sarcastically, "you all are just hilarious. Did you know that?" Deep down, though, he knew the girls were right — he certainly didn't have a lot of power at Fizzy Pop, Inc. And even though Ashley, Patricia, and Katie had all joined the company around the same time he had a year ago, they had risen in the ranks as a result of their high performance. Timothy, though, had not quite managed to master his job yet, even though his performance was satisfactory.
Come to think of it, he was just about average in every way. At 5'8 and 165 pounds, with features that weren't either handsome or ugly, he had spent the majority of his adult life, up to his current age of 28, simply coasting by, not having any real effect on anything around him. He came to work 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, and spent most of his time trying not to screw anything up too badly. He was an average guy at an average company who did an average job — he had no real ambitions to speak of....except......
Timothy Springer kept a deep secret. While it was clear to just about anyone, especially Ashley, Patricia, and Katie, that he was a timid beta male who didn't have the strength or intelligence to defend himself from their teasing, no one knew his true desire: he was a hopelessly obsessed macrophiliac. Ever since he was a little boy, he had been fascinated with giantesses and larger, taller women. He had no idea how he had gotten this way; all he knew was that the older he got, the more powerful this fetish became. For it was indeed a fetish — Timothy spent hours almost every night on his computer, going through image after image, frame after frame, page after page of giantess content on the far corners of the internet. Giant women growing before his eyes...men shrinking down smaller and smaller, even as the women around them became bigger and bigger, taller and taller, their asses and breasts swelling, all the time becoming more and more dominant the bigger they became.
This was Timothy's fantasy. He thought about it all the time, especially during moments like these, when the three girls were teasing him. He looked at the three of them, giggling and laughing at him, and could feel his cock start to thicken a little in his pants at the light humiliation they were inflicting. If only....but there it was again...he was losing himself in those crazy giantess fantasies again. He knew they weren't possible. As he looked at his three female coworkers, he had caught himself imagining them much bigger, and much prettier. True, none of them were really bad-looking, and Katie was actually pretty cute. But they were all plain-looking compared to the amazon giantesses he fantasized about every night. And what's more, all three of them were shorter than him. Ashley came pretty close to his height, since she stood around 5'6 or so...once, she had even worn heels to a company function and stood a couple inches taller than him. She had teased him about it, and even went so far as to pet him on the top of the head and pretend that he was her younger brother...it had all been too much for Timothy, and he was forced to leave the party and go home to jerk himself off to crazy thoughts of Ashley being one, two, three feet taller than him.
