This is a audio custom (Reason why the description is written from the viewer point of view). I felt my customers deserve more then just audio when putting this up on here. So this is audio overlayed on top of multiple clips from other Macro clips I have done. Set up in a way to best go with the story line.

You’re my supervisor and call me into your office at the end of the day after everyone else has left to go over my performance review for the last quarter. You praise my productivity and disclose you found my CoiledFist profile on the internet and saw that I’m into macrophilia a...

This is a audio custom (Reason why the description is written from the viewer point of view). I felt my customers deserve more then just audio when putting this up on here. So this is audio overlayed on top of multiple clips from other Macro clips I have done. Set up in a way to best go with the story line.

You’re my supervisor and call me into your office at the end of the day after everyone else has left to go over my performance review for the last quarter. You praise my productivity and disclose you found my CoiledFist profile on the internet and saw that I’m into macrophilia and you’d like to reward me. You suggest me getting onto the floor, to get to your big size 13 feet which are in expensive, leather dress shoes, and order me to start worshipping your feet. You order me to lick, kiss, and sniff your dress shoes. As I do this you pull out a pill which you take and advise me that you’re going to start growing taller and you’ll be getting a lot bigger. As I continue to worship your feet, they begin to grow with your dress shoes expanding along with them. Mildly humiliate, dominate, and tease me. You discuss your feet growing extensively, bragging about their increasing size, how masculine they look, and taunting me about how much larger they are than mine. The rest of your body begins to expand along with your clothes and you slowly inch taller, increasingly becoming with power, frequently comparing our sizes, referencing how turned on you’re becoming by this, moaning and cussing. You end up damaging your chair from the increasing weight and from the sheer size of your bubble butt and you’re to stand up; however you’re too tall to stand up in your office, much to your excitement. You continue to slowly grow taller until your head is almost brushing up against the ceiling panel while sitting down and you suggest moving to another room. You crawl over to the door to the hall and attempt to fit your enormous frame through the door and you have difficulty fitting because of how broad your shoulders have grown. You begin to worry as you’re still slowly growing taller. After adjusting your positioning several times you’re able to fit your torso through the door. You have one final rapid spurt of growth however and you’re now substantially taller and your legs and feet which have grown much larger damaged much of your office. As you continue to try and fit through the door you realize your ass has grown too big to fit through the doorway. You discuss how large your bubble butt has grown, how thick it is, tease that you’re never going to fit in a chair again and suggest that I worship your hairy ass. Ends with you pulling down your slacks and ordering me to eat your musky ass out.