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Sam walked into Mr. Jack Greyson's office. He was called in for his annual performance review on the job. He hoped he did a lot better than his last review. The last one wasn't a favorable one. He was nearly terminated, but the company agreed on second chances to be awarded to employees who can improve.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Greyson." Sam spoke as Jack motioned for him to have a seat.
"Yes," Jack paused as he looked over the file on his desk. "If you recall, you had much to improve since your last annual." He added.
"Yes, Sir, I remember. And I tried really hard to do much better than my last one." Sam spoke, hoping he had done enough to save his job. They had threatened to terminate his employment at his next evaluation if it wasn't better.
"You did much better, actually, but there is something I need to discuss with you." Jack paused as he closed the file. "There are some changes made by the higher ups and unfortunately your position was no longer needed. You did a great job improving since your last evaluation, but your position has been ruled not needed." He added, as he placed the file in his cabinet by his desk.
Sam was distraught. He really wanted and needed this job. "I really don't want to be terminated. I need this job, Sir." He pleaded for some sign of mercy.
"My hands are tied, Sam. I was only to inform you of the situation. You may hate your things and leave." Jack said with an almost heartless expression.
"Please, Sir, is there anything you can do to help?" Sam continued to ask for some kind of mercy extended toward him.
Jack saw that Sam wasn't giving up one bit. He was silent as he thought about it. He then had the perfect solution. If Sam wanted a job so badly, he would give him one. It would be a permanent job that would make him useful for sure, but only to him and not the company. He took out a small box that had several green pills in them.
"There is one job opening I do have, but it will be permanent. Once you take it, you can't get out of it." Jack said as he opened up the small box towards Sam.
"I will take it for sure. Thanks, Sir. I really need this." Sam said, feeling hopeful that things weren't too bad.
"Take one of these green pills first, and we will discuss your new job." Jack said with a smirk.
Sam wasn't exactly sure what the green pill had to do with the job, but he took it anyway. He swallowed it down. He wanted to hear about the new job he would be doing.
Jack poured Sam a glass of water and handed it to him.
Sam drank the water down. A few seconds later, he felt strange. The room appeared to be doing something. It started to get larger. Yet, that wasn't the only effect. His clothes were getting larger as well as Mr. Greyson. "What is going on?" He asked being confused.
"It's about your new job." Jack paused. "It's sort of more beneficial to me mainly than to you. But you willingly took it anyway." He added.
Sam was still confused until he realized that he was shrinking. He soon found himself about 6" tall surrounded by his clothes and shoes. He felt a giant hand fish him out.
Jack picked Sam from among his clothes. He placed him in front of him on the floor. He took off his shoes and socks. He wiggled his toes in front of the now tiny Sam. "Your new job is to be my personal foot toy and stress reliever at work and at home." He paused. "Your duties will be to worship my feet and on occasion be a nice stress ball under my feet to help me relax." He added.
"I changed my mind, Sir." Sam pleaded. "This is not what I want." He added. The odor that was coming for Mr. Greyson's feet were a little strong. He didn't want to be anyone's foot toy for sure.
"I am that it's permanent. That green pill just made this your permanent size." Jack smirked. "I did prewarn you that it would be permanent." He laughed a little.
"Well, I refuse to be your stress ball." Sam said defiantly despite being so small to the now giant Mr. Greyson.
"Oh, you think you can refuse. We will see about that." Jack said as he lowered his foot on top of Sam before he could even run. He put enough pressure to cause him to struggle, but not enough to crush him entirely. He could feel him struggling under his foot. "Nice stress ball." He laughed as he continued another ten minutes of keeping Sam under foot.
Sam felt like it was an eternity under his foot. At his current size, he was just too powerless against his giant foot. When he finally breathed fresh air, he was relieved.
"Now kiss my toes, like a good foot toy." Jack demanded.
Sam saw he had no choice. He leaned down and kissed Jack's toes. "Yes, Master." He responded, seeing he had no way out of it.
Jack put his socks back on. "Now, get under my desk. I have work to do, and my stress ball is going to help me." He added as he pointed under his desk.
Sam got into position under his desk as a large socked foot came on top of him. He felt Mr. Greyson playing with him with his socked foot. This was his life now, and he had no way out of it. His master was working above him while he was treated as a stress ball to help him focus.
