This job interview goes all wrong for his small dick
As the doors to Dicks & Sacks babysitting agency swung open, Marco nervously adjusted his collar. He was nineteen, scrawny, and perpetually hard up for cash. This was his last shred of hope before resorting to mowing lawns again. The waiting room was cold and sterile, decorated with blurry footage of smiling infants on the walls. Marco was surprised when he was quickly ushered into the back office, rather than sitting in the waiting room.
Instead of being greeted by an equally stressed single mother though, behind the desk were two young women, throttling lollipops between their lips and sizing Marco up unabashedly. The curvaceous brunette leaned forward, amplified breast tissue swelling against her blouse as she introduced herself. “Hiiii Marco! I’m Destiny Darling. That’s my friend and business partner, Jill Jillian.” The blonde giantess waved, bracelets clanking together. Destiny’s gaze traveled down Marco’s body, brow furrowing in disappointment.
“Well, Marco – let’s dive right in! I saw you have no babysitting experience, but don’t worry, plenty of newbies! Tell us a bit about yourself.” Destiny paused, jaw dropping almost dramatically at a private message on her phone. She looked up at Marco, eyes hooded. “Wow…this is a new one. Direct from upper management. Apparently they crossed your file with another Marco, who has quite the reputation…” Mark could hear Destiny start chewing on the end of her lollipop, lips pursed as she glanced at her phone again. “Hmm, what to make of this…”
Jill perked up. “Oh! I think I have an idea! Tell me Marco, are you good at bottling up your frustration? Because you know this job requires, um…a certain amount of anger management skills!” She giggled, high pitched and grating.
Marco looked aghast. “I mean…I guess I keep my cool pretty decently? Why, what kind of kids do you get sent to babysit?” He honestly had no idea what he was getting himself into at this point.
Destiny came to her partner’s rescue, flashing him a brilliant smile. “Oh, you know, the usual hellions. But that’s – beside the point.” She stood up, sashaying around the desk to stand in front of the young man. “The real question is…how else do you deal with stress? You’re…what, 5, 6 inches? I’m assuming you get a lot of interested parties to help you ‘let loose?'”
She threw the words out there casually, but the glint in her eye and subtle gyrations of her hips spoke volumes. Marco sputtered, cheeks blazing. “Uh, I mean…I’m a growing boy! And those are some…real, er…assets you’ve got there, Destiny.”
Destiny snickered, looking down at him imperiously. “Careful now, kid. Mama’s gonna put your balls in a vise if you talk to me like that.” Her hands went to the hem of her blouse. Marco watched, heart pounding, as several buttons popped free to reveal the lacy pink bra underneath.
And the giant tits bulging obscenely within. At Marco’s renewed look of shock, Jill Defense jumped in helpfully. “Oh wow, you really have no idea what you’re in for! See…Basing on that other Marco situation, we’re gonna have to whip out your little man and inspect it first thing!”
“VERY thoroughly,” Destiny added matter-of-factly, as if this was standard babysitting procedure. Marco felt like a deer in headlights, tongue-tied and sexually confused. Destiny just nodded sagely, like she was putting pieces together.
“Ah. Thought so. Seems I’ll need to do the honors!” The busty blonde shimmered over, falling into Marco’s lap with inhuman speed. Sighing, her free hand deftly undid his fly and sank inward. Marco squirmed, humiliated to be touched in such a brazen manner, but thrilled to be fondled by such an aggressive, available woman. Destiny –
the goddess that she was – had honed in on the crux in record time. Her fingers wrapped around his dick, stronger than he’d expected. She whispered hotly into his ear. “Alright Marco my boy, let’s see what you’re working with…”
Ten seconds later, the two women were looking at each other, then at Marco’s 2 inch cock with the same quizzical expression. “Marco, Marco, Marco.” Destiny sighed dramatically. “What am I going to do with you?” His dicklet – now fully erect in Destiny’s hand – wobbled obscenely.
“Looks like you’re hired!” Jill chirped, finally breaking the tension. “Only a guy who could charm his way into a job with your… attributes is babysitting material in our book.”
The two women enveloped Marco in an embrace, their giant tits smothering him at the front and back. “From now on, whenever you have a question about the being out in the real world – you come to us!” Destiny winked. “And maybe we’ll help you, well…grow into the position.”
After that interview – which he was MOST certainly hired on – Marco bolted, re-buttoning his straining slacks as he went. But the jiggling remembered impression of Destiny and Jill’s tits haunted his days from then on – and his ultra-sensitive dicklet would burst under his chosen babysitting garb. But that’s a story for another day.
