stevenbasic

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 444: Gala, p2

I’d been herded out of my apartment by the two girls, hurried down the little spiral staircase, and all but carried through Melissa’s office and then the waiting room. I could hear the party on the other side of the door, classical string music and the sounds of a large  crowd drifting through; it was clear that the gala in the atrium was already in full swing. . I felt my anxiety spike and my mouth went dry as Lexi and Katie took a moment to adjust the tie and lapels of my rented suit. They each gave me a big smile and kissed me on the top of the head before opening the door and pushing me out, trembling, ahead of them. 

I couldn’t help but gasp - though the sound of my breath was lost in the cacophony of the party - as I looked out into the grand new space. It dwarfed our old offices in scale and splendor, and, though I had already seen it earlier today, I couldn’t help but marvel at it again. Huge and soaring, done in warm white stone for its walls, floors and columns, it made me feel like I was entering some glorious temple. And if it was a place of worship, its deity was Woman. The enormous stone statue of the goddess, a distance to my right, now stood watching dominion over her throng of partygoers at her feet, all of whom were done up in their celebratory best. Rather than lit from above by sunlight through the glass ceiling, she was now bathed in dramatic lighting from below and from sconces on the walls. She loomed above all like some great protectress in her robes and majestic beauty…

…and looked exactly like Melissa, despite what everyone was trying to tell me. 

Though my knees nearly buckled, as they had when I took my first sight of her this afternoon, I had the wherewithal to quickly gather myself and try to enter the party unnoticed. I spotted a large potted tree aside a tall stone column that I knew could probably hide behind and began to make my way  towards it when I was suddenly stopped from behind by Lexi’s hand to my right shoulder, then Katie’s on my left.

“Ladies..!!” Lexi announced, over the romantic expressiveness of the string quartet, “here he is, the man you’ve all been waiting for!!!”

I was immediately overwhelmed. Eyes, too many eyes, were  on me.  Cameras, flashing, giggles, and gasps made me instinctively shrink backwards, lost in my new confusion. At first, I didn’t recognize any faces. I felt small, vulnerable, unprotected, and I was suddenly happy for the two girls with their hands firmly on my shoulders, their strong presences behind me. Without Melissa near me I palpably needed them, their magnetism a necessary substitute for her solid solace. They felt like my protectors, the others surrounding me felt like…others. 

With the flashes going off, both Lexi and Katie  beamed with their biggest, most camera-ready smiles. I, on the other hand, winced with every flash as I imagined what every photo would look like: a shrunken,  humiliated twerp cowering before two gorgeous Amazons.The image made me try my best to keep some semblance of a grin. I hoped my discomfort wasn’t too noticeable.

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My weak eyes couldn’t take it. 

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I started to feel really nervous. 

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But my rictus brightened a bit when I saw two new faces - ones I counted as friends now, like family, reinforcements here to save me - pushing through the throng, coming in to join us...

It was Randi and Marisela, each in nearly matching black dresses, each with a champagne flute in their hands and each now standing between me and the cameras. At my height I had a good view of their bare, well-muscled upper backs: Randi’s smooth skin a tanned olive, Marisela’s more pale framed and decorated by a number of tattoos, which seemed to direct the gaze towards something. My eyes focused in on Marisela’s back, following the intricate patterns as the two both smiled, patiently indulging the cameras, at least for the moment. 

“Okay okay okay guys,” Randi said, loudly, addressing the photographers and other randoms who seemed to want pictures of me. Marisela had her hand raised, absentmindedly rolling her shoulders and giving me the briefest glimpse of some kind of marks - not tattoos - on her shoulder blades. Is that some kind of scar tissue? Marisela kept them all at a distance as Randi continued. “We talked about this. We know everyone wants their piece of shortstuff here for the morning edition, but his photo ops are later,” she directed, “Leave him alone until Melissa gets here.”

Lexi had taken her hand from my shoulder, and stepped forward to help handle the press in her duties as our event coordinator. With Randi and Marisela forming my human shield, and Katie’s warm body now fully behind me, I’d begun to feel a bit more sheltered and protected from the ‘others’. Being a four-and-a-half foot man in a normal-sized world could be scary at times, but with these women around me I felt strangely safe. 

Lexi took charge, apparently unwilling to let this opportunity go to waste. She turned on the charm and stood at the head of the throng of camera people. “Hey c'mon,” she said, addressing Randi, and then turning back to the crowd, “they’ve waited all night for this, pictures of all of us together.” At that, Lexi flashed her best megawatt smile, stood tall and thrust her chest out for the cameras. In her red slip of a dress, her figure was arresting. “Science is so fake, isn't it guys?” she brightly asked the cameras, which all now exploded in a burst of flashes, “saying the hottest thing is the sun….” She tossed her brown hair, smiled even wider. “…when we all know it’s actually Far Horizons girls.”

More flashes followed, and some tolerant smiles from Randi, Marisela and Katie. 

“Why don’t we let them have a few shots, of all of us with him?” Lexi offered. Her suggestion came with a turn of her head and a conciliatory smile, and between the other girls and her I could already sense some growing tension, “Before Melissa gets here we can-“

“Nope,” Marisela interjected, dryly putting a stop to Lexi’s appeasement plan and pulling even tighter to Randi’s side, effectively blocking me from the cameras entirely. There was a dark threat in Marisela’s energy, a cold, latent violence; I could feel it shiver my bones and the photographers could, too. They all backed away a step, the male photographers retreating noticeably more. 

“Later,”  Randi added, with finality, “When Missy arrives.”

Lexi had some argument in her, but all it took was another glance from Randi and a glare of Marisela’s, and she begrudgingly turned away from us, now ushering the throng away. “C’mon, guys,” I could hear her say to her charges as she left, “let’s go take some pictures of the new mayor under the statue…”

There was a pause, as Katie, Randi and Marisela watched the crowd disperse, the party falling back into its previous rhythm, the entrance of the midget-man (ie: me) seemingly forgotten, at least for the moment. Katie’s vigilant grip on my shoulders began to relax, and Randi and Marisela turned their attention down towards me. 

Suddenly, rather than safe, I felt surrounded…but also like I should thank them. 

“Th-thanks, guys,” I said, looking up at Marisela and Randi, “they were really annoying.”

“No worries, we got you baby,” Randi answered, a funny hint of something almost maternal mixed into her smoky, normally acerbic tone.

Katie pulled me in tighter, holding my head back against her firm breasts. The black-haired Marisela bit her lip. 

“So, how do we look?” Randi asked, her dark eyes glittering down on me while Marisela’s blue gaze gleamed. All three of these young women silently compelled me to ogle their bodies and, at the same time, daring me to try and look away. 

They knew, of course, my eyes had a mind of their own, and I predictably goggled as I took in their figures. I knew, by this point, that I should no longer be surprised by the sight.

“We didn’t do this on purpose, I swear,”” Marisela offered dryly, “wear the exact same thing.” 

“Yeah I knew I should have worn my blue dress,” Randi agreed, in her smoky tone. 

“Aw I think you two look cute, like twinsies,” Katie giggled. 

It wasn’t, though, the fact that Randi and Marisela were wearing the same dress that had made my eyes gawk. Yes, I’d fallen in love with Melissa’s incredible, impossible figure, which frankly transcended theirs, but that did nothing to make their curves any less phenomenal. Their tight black dresses may very well have been painted on, with plunging bustlines held to hug their big bosoms by the thinnest of straps resting elegantly on their shoulders. Arms were left entirely exposed, revealing expanses of perfect skin and, on Marisela, a collection of tattoos. Slits ran down both side of their skirts, clearly to show off the perfect thighs, calves and ankles of their astoundingly well-developed legs, legs which showed wonderful in their high-heeled shoes. 

“So who wears it better?” Randi asked in her signature tone, sardonic

“Uhhhh…” I began, unsure of how to navigate this obvious trap.

“You don’t have to answer that, cutie,” Katie assured me from behind, “that’s a trick question.” 

“Well I think you both look gorgeous…” came the voice of a newcomer, a brown haired woman in her thirties, looking lovely in a white dress and hair done in elegant rings which called up a retro style. I knew I recognized h- Yes! Abby. Abby Sol-i-something. Sales rep for Evolution and a friend of Melissa. She’d sidled up to the four of us and now stood alongside Randi. “Hi Katie, Randi and…Marisela, right?”

“Yeah,” Marisela drawled, “hi.”

“Well, thanks for getting rid of all those cameras,” Abby lauded, “they’re as bad as paparazzi!”

I’d known Melissa and Abby had been friends for a couple of years, though to hear Melissa tell it Abby wasn’t nearly as much a part of the group as Randi, Shanette, and some of the others. It explained, though, how she knew Randi and Katie better than Marisela. 

Then she looked at me. Though she was not as tall as any of my employees here, she still peered down at me from more than a foot above. “And - oh! - I barely saw you there!” she laughed, “Hi Dr J., nice to see you again!”

“Y-you too,” I agreed. 

“Though - wow - there’s so much less of you, isn’t there?” she chuckled, casting an observant eye up and down me, from head-to-toe. “How tall is he, Randi?” Abby asked. 

“Tell her, little guy,” Randi said, her smirk from above me clearly belying her amusement - but also something else. She and Marisela had swooped in to save me from the others, and now we were among friends - right? Or did I sense some more tension here?

“I’m…uh…”

“Say it, Dr. J,” Katie urged me, from behind.  

“I’m…four-seven,” I admitted, face flushing. 

“Whoah, for real?!” Abby gushed, eyes widening, “And you used to be…?”

I swallowed, dryly, trying to put it together. I could barely believe it myself. 

“It’s okay, Dr. J,” someone said, “you can tell her.”

“I used to be five-eleven.”

“WOW that’s…amazing!” Abby raved, something going on behind her eyes that I couldn’t quite read. “And…are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Uhhh…” How do I feel? Shrunken? Withered? Weak? Sidelined, pushed aside? At times befuddled, confused? Could I admit to all these things, to this woman, here at a party? “I feel…okay.”

“Do you know what’s happening?” Abby continued, voyeuristically curious but also with that same, strange something that belied some other interest, “Like, a diagnosis?”

“Umm-”

“Because if we could bottle it up, whatever it is that’s doing this to you,” Abby continued, half in jest but also not, “Girls would love it! My job would be so easy! Evolution would make billions!”

“Not happy enough that this new Product is going to help enhance women,” Marisela chimed in, “sort of like Melissa’s doing to us?”

“Yeah now you’d want to shrink the men? Like Nexifem is learning how to do?” Randi suggested, referring to the demonstration on that talk show where some guy had been reduced to doll-size - though I’d heard the expense was currently astronomical, and there were even rumors that it wasn’t real, just some sort of camera trickery. Even so, it was frightening.  “And put it in a pill…?” she mused, “it’s an appealing thought…”

“Yeah he is turning into such a cutie,” Katie purred. Her breasts were still warm softness behind me and I felt her embrace become more enveloping. “Everyone should have one.”

“Omigod imagine!” Abby laughed, “I’d love to be able to sit my boyfriend on my lap like Missy must do to him.”

“She carries him around on her hip sometimes,” Randi said, “You should see it.” She glanced over Abby’s shoulder. “So, is your boyfriend here?”

“No, I left him home, I don’t think he could handle this thing,” Abby answered, just as a server came up to us with a tray of champagne glasses. Each lady began trading their empty glass for a fresh one. “All these gorgeous women would freak him out,” Abby continued, taking her first sip, “plus he’s got my laundry to do.”

When I reached for a glass, Katie stayed my hand. 

“Not tonight, sweetie,” she told me. 

“Yeah, in fact,” Randi spoke up, addressing the server, “Can we get a glass of milk, for this guy here? Make sure to warm it up.” 

I flushed again. How far was this going? Had I been this reduced? That I needed someone else to order warm milk for me where everyone else was drinking champagne and cocktails?

The server had left before Abby started speaking again. “I love how you all take care of him,” she said, “it’s pretty adorable.”

“Yeah, one big happy fucking family,” Randi drawled. 

“Emphasis on the ‘fucking’,” added Marisela, dryly, downing her champagne in one go. 

“Well, I know Missy loves being supported by powerful women,” Abby said, eyeing Marisela with a wary gaze, “and I understand you guys are all-”

“Turning into superheroes?” Marisela spoke, without a hint of jest. 

“Well, I uh-“ Abby began. 

“Don’t believe everything you hear…” Marisela finished dismissively, before turning on her spiked heel. “I’m going to go find Lakshmi,” she said, and then flew off…

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thanks to RiF for not only his editing, but in helping upscale the first image. And, oh yeah, Beetlebomb for helping build the statue....more of her to come :)

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 443: Gala, p1

The string quartet had just come back from their first break when Abby Solowicki, sales rep for Evolution Pharm, watched him trying to step unnoticed into the huge, crowded atrium. Sneaking, slinking, skulking - those would probably have been more appropriate ways to describe it. 

At first she could barely believe her eyes. Yes, she’d read the Evolution reports and still frequently talked to Subject MM-1A under the veiled charade of friendship, but to see it in person was striking. The guy was so farking small. This was the same physician she’d met with?  The one she helped convince to allow the Product study to set up in his practice? He’d absolutely Shrunk with a capital ‘S’. He might be small enough, actually, that he might be able to hide himself behind that potted plant he quickly seemed to be gunning for.

Right behind him, though, was Lexi Samuels. Lexi was a good friend of Abby’s. She’d transferred here from Evolution’s Marketing department and was made into - like Abby - an Agent. It looked like she was not about to let him sneak, slink or skulk in without a little fanfare. 

“Ladies..!!” Lexi announced, over the first few bars of Mendelsohn’s (Fanny’s, not Felix’s) String Quartet #1, “the man you’ve all been waiting for!!!”

Already Lexi’s hand was on his right shoulder and Katie O’Rouke - who’d come in right behind her through the inauspicious side door that led to the old geriatrics practice - had her hand on his left. Flashbulbs went off immediately; this place was heavy with press. Abby hadn’t seen Katie in a while; the blonde had put on at least four inches and though she’d had implants before, her chest was now undoubtedly even bigger. Both her and Lexi looked gorgeous in their red dresses, and - with him now down to almost 4’6”, they towered over him by more than a foot-and-a-half in their heels as he cowered away from all the press of people and attention of the cameras, and backed into them. 

Truth be told though, Abby knew, more than half the crowd was beneficiaries of Program (like herself, even if to just a small extent), MM-1A’s pheromonal influence (like Katie), or in some way both (Lexi). So, just about everyone here was preternaturally impressive and unnaturally tall.

Well, nearly everyone. There were a smattering of hapless males, most on the arm of a woman. They were still, for now, at their given heights. A shame really, but at least they were made to look smaller by the tall women surrounding them. Even the ones that were still taller than their escorts seemed pale, confused and out of their element. The poor pathetic creatures looked like wilted flowers among the resplendent bounty of their partners. Likewise, aside from the Program and Product girls, there were still some “naturals”, invitees from the outside: women from the mayor’s office, female business leaders, etc. They were all done up in their party best and had been successful, to varying degrees, in not being completely overshadowed, no small feat among the Enhanced. In fact, Abby prided herself on her appearance and hadn’t had much more than the smallest dose of Program; there was a general policy at Evolution that its employees were not to be put on the full regimen. Though she had been given her dose above board, she knew many had dabbled in “Program Lite”, as they liked to call it, sneaking in a couple diluted doses swiped from the clinic in the rear building. The administrative agents planted here, too, had been given some limited access to Program so they - like Abby - would be mostly resistant to MM-1A’s influences. And then there were those like Bianca Beres from Development, or the other ladies that had just come in from Coronado: full Program and with the towering, hyper-feminine figures to prove it. 

Anyway, all eyes - enhanced or not - shot to Dr. J as he was presented to the crowd by Lexi and Katie. MM-1A - or, “Tits”, Abby’s playful nickname for her asset - hadn’t arrived yet. She’d told Abby that - ever the bimbo - she was still busy finishing up her hair. Abby, though, understood Monroe well enough by this point to guess that the girl likely wanted to make a dramatic entrance herself, and she wanted him to see the fanfare. Otherwise Dr. J could very well have made his appearance carried on her hip. 

In the end, Abby felt proud as she stood in the heart of the breathtaking atrium, a towering sanctuary dedicated to the evolution of the female race. Every inch of the grand space exuded a sense of pride and accomplishment, and Abby couldn't help but feel it wash over her. The soaring entrance, during the day bathed in natural light but now lit elegantly by the soft glow of sconces and subtle fixtures, served as a majestic gateway into this architectural marvel. It called to mind a Greek or Roman temple, modernized for a new age, w. The centerpiece of the space, of course, was the awe-inspiring thirty-five-foot-tall statue looming over them all. symbolizing the indomitable spirit of women and completing the effect. The colossus, sculpted with intricate detail in a synthetic, adaptive material which mimicked marble in appearance, depicted a powerful, ideally feminine figure, shapely to the extreme. It stood with one arm outstretched with courage and grace to point toward the far horizon. The statue, emblematic in so many ways, was a testament to the countless women who had not only fought tirelessly for equality, justice, and empowerment, but now strived for something beyond mere parity, goals even more profound: primacy, superiority, dominion. Towering high, it served as a constant reminder to anyone standing below it of the unwavering determination and resilience of women throughout history, as well as a promise of their ascendancy in the future. As Abby gazed at the statue, she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to all the women who had come before her, and to those who would come after. In that moment, she knew that the facility, and very soon others like it, would be a beacon of hope and inspiration for generations to come. 

And if the stories she heard were true, the males that worked and lived in the basement here had started to come up to jerk off to it at night, in tribute to their Office Manager. Melissa, it seemed, was developing a following. 

Abby felt at home among this gathering of powerful women. Though she knew it was a team effort, she knew she had a key part in turning the sad little geriatrics practice into the facility it was today, and she had done her job well.  Her assignment had been to befriend Melissa, and over the course of many months gain her trust. That had allowed her the inroad to Far Horizons, under the guise of a Sales Rep, and the rest was history. The “research study”, now in the directorial hands of Gianna, had blossomed and allowed for the sham, fast-track FDA approval and, well…all this. New clinics were soon to be popping up in the Midwest, across the country and, if plans went well, around the world. She understood that there were tensions behind the scenes, that many thought the Product might be turning out to be too effective. Abby knew that rather than merely being a stepping stone in establishing a hierarchy for the new world, some feared they were creating women that could start ascending in similar ways to MM-1A, and scarier still that Monroe might have influence over some sort of new pantheon. A race of goddesses might sound great on paper, but it could prove hard to manage a world whose top deity had the IQ and education of a Hooters waitress. 

Speaking of, now was a good time. Before Melissa arrived and claimed him, Abby wanted a moment to catch up with the doctor, see how he was doing. Other girls were already starting to descend on him, from across the room. So now was her chance…

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thanks to Elephantporn for the image of Abby

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 442: GRWM Dr. J, p3

“Katie, he’s looking at your butt. And he’s getting hard again.”

“Omigod.”

The dark haired Lexi was crouched next to me, having just finished cleaning me off with a wet cloth. The mirror was still a slimy mess, though, my goo dribbling down it in humbling rivulets as she’d slipped me into the pair of child-sized underwear they’d found in my cheap chest of drawers. A rented suit hung on the rack in my small closet and I found myself unable to look away from Katie strutting over to retrieve it and my shoes. In her red sheath dress her prominent rear was the bulge of a perfect heart, making my breath catch in my throat as the blonde bombshell bent over.

It was impossible for Katie not to giggle as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Yes: though I’d just climaxed under the two girls’ ministrations only a few minutes before, she saw how my cock was beginning to swell itself again in the front of my briefs, and how I shuddered as Lexi’s dutiful hands attempted to rearrange my discomfort. Katie gave me another moment to take in her rear view before she stood up again. “Come on. Focus. Everyone’s downstairs already and we need to get you dressed,” Katie said, “The girls picked up this nice suit for you.”

Pulling it out of the closet, and holding it up on its hanger for my inspection, Katie showed me the suit. A well-pressed two piece of navy blue and, much like the rest of my wardrobe, probably also made for a young kid. I now stood at  just over four-and-a-half feet tall and I had long lost the ability to shop in the Men’s Department. 

Katie held up a tie, admiring it, a swirl of deep pinks. “You’re going to match her outfit,” she said, as I nodded in timid approval and trying my best to ignore Lexi’s adjustments.

“Her dress is really so beautiful,” Lexi commented, “I saw it earlier.”

“And a well-groomed boyfriend is the best accessory,” finished Katie, as she stepped towards me with my suit…and so my dressing began.

Coos and clucks and directions - ‘step here’, ‘arms up’, ‘spread your legs’ - came from them both as they tended to me. As ignominious as the moment was, before I knew it the girls had me in my pants, a crisp white button-down and a suit jacket. Socks, shoes, even a little pocket square of matching magenta appeared on me, all perfectly fitting my diminished frame. They shooed my hands away and dutifully tied my tie for me as apparently I’d forgotten how. Finally, Katie pulled something out of her purse.

“What’s that?” I asked, as she leaned down to affix something - it looked like some sort of large pin - to my lapel. 

“You’ll see,” she answered, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Lexi giggling behind her, “It’s very fashionable.” 

“It looks like a…ring?” I commented. That’s exactly what it was: a metal hoop, a loop of gold or maybe bronze, an inch or two in diameter and hanging from a little hinge that attached it to the pin and, therefore, to my suit jacket’s lapel. Sturdy, but unadorned with any detail, simple. Strange…but who was I to judge fashion?

“Melissa will love it,” Lexi beamed, a devious sparkle in her own eyes. 

“And you want to keep Melissa happy, don’t you little guy?”  Katie added, now standing behind me in the mirror again...

I nodded, maybe a little more enthusiastically than I should have.

“Good boy,” they both cooed in unison, making me shiver.

“Well, I know all this shrinking you’ve been doing has made her very happy,” Katie continued, playing a bit with the new pin on my suit with a hand over my shoulder, “She’s got a thing for little men, skinny men, weak men…”

“We all kinda do, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do,” Katie agreed.

“But, for you…what’s it been like?” Lexi asked.

“Yeah,” Katie chimed, her other hand coming around my other shoulder, “Has it been stressful, scary?”

“‘Scary’?” I repeated, watching as Katie straightened my tie, “Well, yes, I guess. It was kinda alarming…” I paused, considering things, remembering how I’d felt weeks ago….and now realizing how my feelings had changed. “…at first.”

Lexi, still in her crouch beside me, picked up on my tone and reached out a gentle hand to cup my chin and study my face. Something in my expression seemed to intrigue her. “And now?” she prompted, wanting to hear more, “Do you feel different about it now?”

“I…I think I do,” I admitted. My previous life as a taller man, as I tried to think back, was starting to feel less than real. I realized, in fact, that it seemed less and less like a memory and more and more like a dream. Had there been days where I could look down at my wife? Or pick her up? Pin her down when we made love? How long ago was that? If times like that had ever existed, and my recollections of them were real, they felt bizarre now. Wrong. It made me vaguely uneasy just thinking about them, queerly nauseous. “I don’t think I was ever supposed to be that big,” I found myself saying, “I think I’m supposed to be smaller than women.”

Wait? What was I saying?? What was I telling these girls?!?

“Yeah, it’s silly, men being bigger than us,” Lexi offered, “isn’t it, Katie?”

Behind me, in the mirror, the blonde towered. “Mmmhm,” she mused, looking down at me and standing straight. She was likely nearly six feet in height, well over that in her heels. Most men would be shorter than her. I was dwarfed. “This seems so much more…natural.”

“Your world, Dr. J, is now one of giant women, isn’t it?” Lexi said, shifting from her crouch and now slowly standing, looking down at me as she rose to loom over me, “And it’s getting harder and harder to believe, hm? That there’d ever been anything else?”

I looked up at Lexi, from below the shelf of her impressive breasts, and then back at Katie. She also peered down at me over the swell of a mighty bosom. . 

“C’mon shorty,” the blonde then said, linking one finger into the ring of my lapel and slinging her bag up onto her shoulder, “let’s go...”

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thx to RiF for edits.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 441: GRWM Dr. J, p2

I spun away from the mirror hanging on my apartment wall in a sudden panic, eyes wide, the door was opening. Oh shit! I looked around wildly for something to hide my fully erect nakedness, but, in my frozen state, all I managed to do was awkwardly cover as much of myself as I could with my hands. With the rhythmic click of high heels entered Lexi, a recent hire, and there was another woman behind her. Katie, bleach blonde and an older friend of Melissa’s. Both were wearing red party dresses. 

There was only the briefest of pregnant pauses as they both walked in only to be greeted by the sight of their naked boss standing dismally before them.“Oh my god Dr. J!!” Lexi exclaimed with a gasp and a stifled laugh, hand shooting up to cover her mouth. My attempt to hide myself was pitiful at best, only serving to make my predicament that much more obvious. Katie, unlike Lexi in front of her, did nothing to stifle her own laughter. 

“Hahahaha wow Dr. J…really happy to see us huh??” Katie laughed, eyeing my obvious erection, which at a thick nine-plus inches looked monstrous on my 4’7” frame. .

Ugh…hadn’t I locked the door?!?

“G-girls no..!” I yelped, blood finally rushing back to my head in my shock and alarm. I was able to find  the couch, and scrambled towards it.  “H-how did y-you get i-???“ Maybe if could hide behind the couch and-

“Nuh uh uh…” Lexi stopped me, stepping between me and the couch and dangling a familiar looking key from her fingertips. “Melissa asked us to come up and make sure you were getting dressed-“

“Which you very obviously aren’t…” Katie added gleefully drinking in my pathetic situation with wide eyes.

“So no hiding little guy, come on, back to the mirror…”

Lexi and Katie both worked together as part of our “marketing and communications department”, but they were not in their office clothes, for sure. Both were dressed for the party in their red dresses, high heels, hair and makeup. Wasting no time they both stood on either and side of me and ushered me back to my cheap, full-length mirror.

“So, you were playing around on your phone, hm..?” Katie chided, standing up straight, on my left.

“Did we catch you looking at naughty pictures,” Lexi concluded, towering over me on my right, “...when you should have been getting dressed, huh?” 

“Is that why you have a boner?”

At just over four-and-a-half feet tall, I was more than a foot shorter than each of these young women. Now, with them in their heels, I was a lot shorter still. My face was barely at boob-height to both of them. And there was boob. A lot of boob.

Katie’s red dress was long, a sheath on her curvy figure that reached down to her knees. It was of this new fashion women were wearing these days, with flesh peeking out through a series of windows down the front, nearly to her navel. It left no doubt as to the volume of her tits and invited the male gaze to imagine all sorts of things. Its clingy fabric also highlighted the size and weight of her enhanced (surgically but, also somehow, otherwise) breasts and - from the reflection I caught of it in the mirror - her well-developed rear. The look was sophisticated, though, high-necked with shoulders and upper arms covered. High heels, huge hoop earrings and hair done up elegantly completed her stylish look...

Lexi’s red dress, on the other hand, was more classic party-girl and exposed quite a bit more skin. Thin spaghetti straps met behind her neck and held up a bodice that plunged deep to show off her own impressive chest. The bit of material that did cover her torso appeared to be some sort of slick velvet, and did nothing to conceal her soft arms, comely shoulders, or attractive back. A slit up the side of the mid-length skirt flaunted a sexy leg up to the hip. She was also in pump heels and hoop earrings, but unlike Katie’s cultured blond bun, Lexi’s long dark hair fell in plush waves down past her shoulders, contrasting her pale complexion. 

Both girls looked at me patiently as I blatantly ogled their figures.

“So, yeah…you’re still naked,” Katie finally stated, highlighting the obvious, “and late. The party’s already started.” 

“I believe we’re going to have to dress him, Katie,” Lexi decided. 

“Yeah but like this? That’s going to be tough. Look at him. He’s, like, 90% boner.”

“Aww, now he’s blushing,” Lexi cooed as I was doing my best to shy away from her eyes. 

“Look at you. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…”

“Yeah.” Lexi’s voice softened as her eyes focused on my most impressive feature. “None of the girls downstairs’ll be able to keep their hands off you…”

“That’s if Melissa decides to share you for a minute.”

“Why should we wait?” Lexi suggested, “I think we should take care of him now. It’s what Melissa would want.”

That jolted me back to reality. 

“Really?” Katie questioned, with immaculately arched brow. 

“Oh for sure,” Lexi decided, “Think about it. There’re going to be cameras on him as soon as he walks in. He can’t show up like this. I’ve organized Channel 5 to be here and they won’t be able to use anything they get if he’s…like….” She gestured to my erection.

“w-wait, girls, hold on…” I implored, finally speaking up. 

“Oh hush, Melissa won’t mind,” Lexi tutted me, “Will she, Katie?”

“Haha honestly no,” Katie laughed, “but still we should be getting him downstairs.”

“We can be quick,” Lexi insisted, again indicating my monstrous, engorged manhood. 

“Okay well…you do it,” Katie agreed, replying to Lexi, "I don't want to ruin my makeup.”

Like a schoolgirl told she could be the one to clap the erasers, Lexi’s smile widened as she clapped her hands and crouched alongside me....

“Is that okay, little guy?” she asked, pretending as if I finally had some imprimatur in this situation, “If we clean you out before your big evening?”

‘Clean me out’?? Ugh had it actually come to this? While admittedly I hadn’t had relief all afternoon (half an eternity, for me) I was not going to suffer the ignominy of-

‘Uuurhk!!” I bleated, as immediately Lexi’s soft hand batted mine aside and clasped around my shaft. Stars swam in my vision and I felt my knees nearly buckle. Immediately I realized that despite her asking my permission, I really had no choice in this matter. Still, she asked me again. 

“Does this feel okay, Dr. J?” she cooed, feigning the innocence of a young girl who had no idea what she was doing, even as her hand took its first firm, practiced stroke up my erection.

“Oh, chhhhrist,” I groaned, and started to wobble on my feet. My vision swam again and it was only due to Katie’s hands coming to my shoulders, as she stepped behind me, that I was able to remain standing. 

“Language,” Katie corrected me sternly, capturing my gaze on the mirror.  

“I think he likes it,” Lexi giggled, starting to stroke me, her confident grip around my cock slowly beginning to pump my manhood, “Do you like it? Do you like having us here to empty you out before the big party? So you don’t have to do it yourself, or go downstairs to the ladies with this big, nasty boner?”

My heart was slamming around my chest, and the electricity of an oncoming climax had already gripped my loins, but I was still able to offer a cognizant thought. “I…I don’t know if it’s going to h-help…”

“Oh, what do you mean, little one?” Lexi pouted from her crouch, looking up at me and squeezing her breasts together to bloom them up into a voluptuous swell. The sight nearly made me come right then and there, and - noticing how fully she had my attention - her smile curled. “‘Not going to help’, hm? Am I not doing this right?”

“Yeah Lex I think he means it’ll just come back,” Katie offered, looking over my head at herself in the mirror, primping her bun with one hand, holding me in place with the other, “I hear he can get hard, like, ten seconds later.”

“Well…we still have a job to do, and he’s not going to fit into any pants looking like this.,” Lexi <giggled>, giving her shoulders a little shimmy to make her big, natural breasts wobble. She smiled again at my groan, and now gripped me with two hands. “You know, I’ve heard all about you…about this…” she said, looking into my eyes again with feigned tenderness but squeezing my shaft forcefully, “but it’s the first time I’m seeing it.” Now with both hands secure and soundly on task, she continued to pump me up and down. 

I was speechless - unless the guttural moans blurking from my throat counted as language - and just stood there passively and watched Lexi’s boobs jiggle as she jerked me off. 

Katie, meanwhile, had pulled me back more firmly into her warmth. Though she was the more aloof of the two here, there was strangely something about her body that gravitated me towards her more than Lexi. Did that mean anything? Maybe it did, but, if you would  please excuse me dear reader, at that moment I didn’t have the wherewithal to ponder ‘why?’. With my head pressed back into the blonde’s bosom, I felt her take a deep breath behind me, and it felt right. The supple straps of fabric that ran across her otherwise low-cut bodice were the only things keeping my head from sinking completely between her tits. Her voice came from behind me. “Girl, can’t you do this quicker?”

Not that I was complaining but honestly, yes. After an afternoon of abstinence and with a display of cleavage, Melissa could have had me coming in a near instant. Not that Lexi wasn’t beautiful, or skilled at her task - quite the opposite. Katie was right though; I was somehow managing to exhibit more restraint. 

“Yeah Dr. J are you holding back on me?” Lexi pouted, redoubling her efforts of making her breasts burgeon up out of her bodice. 

“You could let him look at his phone again, at those pictures of Missy, that’ll do it,” Katie offered, indicating the phone I'd been looking at before they entered, which was still, absently, in my right hand, “plus If he nuts while thinking about her we all get a little Bliss.”

My mind shifted back to the many shattering orgasms I’ve had in the past few months, and the visions that came with them. Girls laughing, screaming, and growing. I’d seen the viral video many times, the one that apparently catapulted me into some kind of stardom, but the soul-tearing notion that the girls all grow when Melissa makes me orgasm was still a lot to bear. It was ridiculous, but - the image of Lexi’s bosom expanding right here in front of my eyes, bulging even more lasciviously over the neckline her dress in a spurt  of growth? Or, looking up now at Katie in the mirror behind me and picturing her getting taller, tits pooching in new swells out of the boob windows of her own dress? - nnnngh. 

Katie, as I’d looked up at her, caught my eye again in the reflection and the new curl to her smile seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Wouldn’t you like that? Helping us fill our dresses a little better before we go downstairs?” she purred, “Give all the girls already at the party a little thrill, even before you get there?”

“Unnnhhhh..:”

Lexi giggled, watching my apparently adorable consternation. 

“I think you do want to help me fill my dress,” Katie stated, a new strength in the grip she had on my shoulder, “Here, let’s try this…”

At that, from behind me, Katie lifted one of the lower straps of her dress’s front, one which ran just under her breasts and across her sternum, and pulled it up behind my head. She stretched it out above me, and lowered it down past my eyes and over my face. Letting it snap back into place, across my mouth, it pulled my head back firmly into her. 

“UuRk!” I exclaimed, my mouth now full of red spandex like a gag. She had me trapped! Strapped! I looked into the mirror seeing myself wide-eyed strapped to her like a-

“Oh shit Katie that’s hot,” Lexi sighed, the hands she had around my cock suddenly stopped as she marveled at the sight, “it’s like your dress was made for that…”

“I kinda think it was,” the blonde behind me agreed, looking down at my plight in the mirror. She cocked her head, pleased. She reached behind the crown of my head a bit.  “Mm now, how ‘bout this?”

A second strap, now, stretched out and snapped into place, a spandex strip taut across my forehead. I tried to pull away but between the two bridges of stretchy fabric and Katie’s grip on my shoulders I couldn’t move an inch. I felt the bulging swells of Katie’s warm underboob pressing against my ears. Lexi’s laugh, though, was still as clear as day. 

“Omigod Katie, imagine if we brought him down there like this?” she suggested, conjuring up the image of a shrunken, naked geriatrician showing up at a work event strapped to the curvy body of one of his young employees. 

“Wow just think, Dr. J,” Katie mused, biting her lower lip as she pictured it herself. Her body was warming behind me. “If you were just a little smaller, like three feet tall, and I slid you all in, trapped you in there with me.”

“Do it, Katie,” Lexi breathlessly urged, “Put him in that dress with you.”

“No, he’s still too big,” Katie answered, hands sliding possessively down my thin, naked chest to rest on my bare stomach, “and it’d ruin my dress.” She watched as Lexi’s two-handed ministrations began anew, slowly pumping my erection. “But now I definitely want some Bliss from you. Where’s that phone?

I’d dropped it.

“Aww he doesn’t need pictures of Melissa,” Lexi cooed, “he’s got us. I just want to see what it’s like to make this monster explode…and have him watch me as I make him do it.”

As Lexi again shimmied her upper body, drawing my eyes back to her jiggly cleavage, I couldn’t help but notice Katie giving her a funny, pejorative look. Her response was one of obvious disappointment. “Fine, whatever. Just get it done.” 

Katie wanted me thinking about Melissa during my imminent orgasm, where to Lexi that didn’t seem as important. It appeared to be a source of some tension between them. What was the reason here? Did Lexi not care about this ‘Bliss’ they could all share? I had noticed, over the past couple months, how many of the girls talked about it, in whispers if I was around. This ‘Bliss’ was apparently a big deal around the office, but some of the girls had grown from it more than others. Lexi, for example, came to us as a naturally tall, chesty (though, I’d learn this later, not 100% natural) young woman when she was hired. Maybe she and some other new girls had grown an inch or so of height, put on some slight embellishments to their original curves, whereas Katie - and Josie, and Randi, and Shanette and a good group of others had absolutely bloomed. I wouldn’t be surprised if Katie was nearly a half-foot taller than on her first day here and, even though it was Lexi’s hands on me, servicing me, bulging her big boobs for my benefit, my eyes kept drifting up to her. She had my head strapped to her chest, for one thing, but she had a different sort of beauty than Lexi, something more enthralling to me. I took a deep breath and it was Katie’s perfume that filled my rattly chest. There was definitely something - for lack of a better term - more “Melissssy” about her. 

“Maybe just watch me,” Katie suggested, our gazes locking as Lexi continued to pump…my…cock. 

Wh-what just happened?

Against her bigger body I shivered and watched as the blonde took a moment to look in the purse slung over her left shoulder. There had been something in her voice, an eerie energy, and it served to hold my eyes glued to her as she pulled a tube of lipstick out from her bag and popped the top. 

“Or look at my tits…” Lexi posited, shimmying her shoulders again and trying to draw my eye. Was there some sort of battle of wills between these two? Lexi obviously wanted my eyes on her chest, the sight of her jiggling to bring me to climax in her fists. My gaze, though, was now captivated by Katie and whatever it was she was doing. 

It was a red lipstick, lurid red, and I was rapt watching her apply it to her puckered lips high above me. Casually she smeared it over her full m-m-mouth…

“oh g-god…” I was right there, suddenly, ready, thighs and hips flexing and balls tensing up as Katie lowered the lipstick and-

<Pop> Katie puckered and popped her lips, and then in that same weirdling voice as before she told me, simply: “Come.”

“oh g-ggg-“

Suddenly, then, the blonde stepped forward, pressing me with her strong hips to my lower back and her thighs to my own hips. I was squashed forward into the mirror, sandwiched between her and its glass surface. All I could see in it was my own face and Katie’s tits mashed around it while I was still in Lexi’s hands, my shaft and head pushed into the cool mirrorrr andddd…

“NNNNNNGGGgghhhhHHhh….!” 

I had turned my head as much as I could from between Katie’s tits, so that my cheek rather than my nose mashed the mirror. Down between my legs, though, I felt myself explode in Lexi’s hands and onto the glass..

“There you go…” I heard Katie behind me, her larger body leaning into mine from behind, thrusting me into the mirror. She used her strong thighs to fuck me into the wall.

Lexi, for her part, had yelped a bit with Katie’s sudden show of force, but was now laughing. “Holy shit dude look at all this!” she exclaimed, obviously impressed by what was erupting out of me, “Come on, more!”

Her hands, my cock, and the mirror felt slobbered with my stuff; I could feel the briny warmth on my hips and thighs already. Katie still pushed me mercilessly into the glass, and I humped Lexi’s hand and the slick glass surface until…until…

“You got him, Katie?” Lexi asked, as my vision had begun to swim, “He looks a little wobbly…”

“I got him,” she purred, a new huskiness to her voice that belied a deep satisfaction. She supported me from behind, with her body, with her hands, and with the fabric of her dress’ bodice around my face.

I closed my eyes, for a moment, and could almost imagine it was Melissa behind me. My orgasm had waned, and I twitched in its last gasps in Lexi’s grip. It would be so easy to fall asleep again, right here…

When Katie spoke again, her voice was once more one of preternatural command:

“Stay awake for us, Dr. J,” she said, “You’ve got a big night ahead of you…”

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thx to RiF for edits

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 440: GRWM Dr. J

Re: Why haven’t you checked this out?

An old subject line from my friend Rich had mocked me in my inbox earlier, the email unable to be read. I now stood in front of the cheap, full-length mirror hanging on the wall in my disheveled apartment with the new phone - my Bebihon - that my girlfriend Melissa had gifted me. I’d just got the alert that she’d…jesus what’s happened to my life?… finally given me permission to open the message. The fact that I was naked and supposed to be getting ready for this grand opening event that was already half-underway downstairs didn’t seem to be registering with me at that moment. The clothes they had rented me still hung in my small closet, and I’d been told to be ready by 7 o’clock…and it was now 7:13. My mind, as it was wont to do these days, had drifted. 

It was, of course, humiliating it was to have to request access to my own email on my own phone. It was kinda ridiculous. I had to wait hours fort Melissa’s consent before I could even open a message. It was for my own protection, she’d said, that she’d bought me this phone, along with all its restrictions to keep me safe. They all seemed to think the world was becoming too big and too dangerous a place for a ‘vulni’ man like me, and any unmonitored communications from the outside world could prove to be risky. After I’d requested access to the message, I’d had to wait for her assent and it had taken her all this time to acknowledge it from her own Mazafon. Maybe she was off preparing the event, getting herself ready, and when she had finally approved it, allowed me to open it, it had come with a text from her, a briefly ominous caveat: We’ll talk about this laterrr. 

The email from Rich, a fellow geriatrician, was a reply to what I’d sent him earlier this week. I’d told him about the changes in my life since we’d seen one another at the conference - changes at work, changes in my love life, changes with my health. It was my shrinking that seemed to concern him the most, and he’d obviously gotten the vibe that I wasn’t doing much to pursue investigating it, or seeking treatment. As I read his email - being a physician himself, it got kinda jargon-y, and he was offering to help - I began to feel a bit funny, lightheaded, even nauseous. I think it was stress. Maybe I was just getting old and needed some reading glasses because as I came towards the part about how he’d done some research and work on his end to find me a local specialist that could help, my vision had become blurry. I was just barely able to make the final bit out, right at the end:

‘I made you an appt with their endocrinology clinic. It’s still run by guys, so you can trust them. It's this coming Tuesday. Be there.’

I felt my world had been becoming more and more insular every day, by leaps and bounds, and the idea of seeking out care away from hom…away from clinic here was making me feel weird. I considered starting to research it myself - what kind of endocrinology clinic was this? Was it just for men? That’s weird right? It gave me an immediate bad taste in the back of my mouth. Why was Rich doing this, anyway? Butting into my life? I mean, I knew he was worried about me, but…c’mon. In fact, when I considered looking up this endocrinologist online I began feeling bad, anxious, even nauseous. This was probably just not the right time to do it; I could search them up later. Yeah, later.

I let the hand that held my phone hang down at my side, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I shivered, seeing the reflection of the naked man that looked back at me. 

Fuck. 

I was…what? 4’7”? I weighed 73 lbs this morning. I looked like a skinny child… well, not like a child. Children had different proportions, and certainly didn’t sport schlongs that hung down to their knees. I looked like a…admit it, dude…like a man that was shrinking, withering. I knew this should be filling me with existential horror, the reality of it, but it didn’t. Well, at least not as much as it should have. It sort of weirded me out that I wasn’t more aggressively afraid. 

There were other thoughts, though, swirling up into my mind, rising from some inner depths. Deep secrets that I had never shared with anyone surfacing, bubbling to life. I’d always realized that society's old definition of masculinity was being strong and confident, and that it didn't include being attracted to taller, dominant women. So I’d played that part all my life, in my career, and in my marriage to Sheryl - the man, the masculine guy, or at least my version of it. In my deep underwater grottos, though, hidden fantasies had always lurked. In the past I was afraid of allowing these to rise and show themselves, knowing I would be judged, ridiculed, or worse. It had actually happened after the breakup of my affair with Rina, four or so years ago, when my whole staff at the time had gotten an earful from her, in her anger, summarizing my, uh, proclivities for all to hear. It was humiliating. It had even happened when I was a young teen, when my uncle (who’d raised me after the death of my grandparents) found my picture stash under my bed. So, I’d learned the hard way to keep my secrets to myself, tucked into the caverns of my inner life.

But now things were different.

Society had started to change, and I had started to change. I could see it in the mirror, in the thin, shrunken man looking back at me. He seemed to recede further and further away from those old notions of masculinity, more “vulni” every time I looked, and maybe it wasn’t horrible. He was different, he was new. 

I took a deep breath. 

Everything was different…but was it actually worse? I mean, before…had it really been all that great? What was it about my old life, the old ways, that were better? Did I really miss it? Being responsible for all my patients? Organizing the practice, taking care of a home? I missed what I’d had with Sheryl, maybe...but the times I missed were from years gone by, ancient history.  Really, the most exciting thing to me from the old days had been the women. The affairs with the younger women - Rina, Deanna before her - had been intoxicating. Equally so, just having women all around me at work - back then it had been Marisela, Lakshmi, even Hilda and the others that had quit - being surrounded by females had always been the only thing I truly loved about my old life. My new life, and in fact this new world, now had so much more, more of them. Not just here at work, but even outside. In government, in business, seemingly everywhere, female authority was eclipsing the old ways. The new world was being filled with, and run by, women - and my world was being filled with her. 

Melissa.

Oh my god, Melissa. 

My heart fluttered, my throat caught as I thought of her. I was flabbergasted by the fact that we were together, in love in fact. She was utterly gorgeous, getting so tall, becoming some sort of superwoman and - look at me, naked and pale, dick the size of my forearm -  I was becoming this.

I’d been telling myself that finding a diagnosis, finding treatment and putting an end to my shrinking was the rational choice. That, though, would put an end to this dark thrill I got waking up every day and finding myself sunk another inch deeper into the stygian depths of my old fantasies. I was being pulled down in their slow vortex, their warm, swirling pool - couldn’t I just let myself sink? Give myself up to it and drown in pleasure? What was rational about fighting it, making myself miserable for no gain? I knew, full well, that the smaller I got, the bigger Melissa seemed. And the bigger Melissa became, the more enraptured by her I felt. When I was able to push all these existential fears out of my mind, I knew that a life of getting littler in Melissa’s strong arms could be the greatest bliss I’d ever known.

Barely even realizing I’d done it, I’d brought my phone back to life, and swiped to an old picture of her...

Nnngh. Oh god.

Along with the gift of my phone, Melissa had filled an album on it with pictures of herself, old and new, to…what had she said?…”keep me company”. Where before I’d had to hide them from my wife - and they’d been the eventual undoing of my marriage - now pictures of the tall, busty brunette were something I was obviously being encouraged to ogle. 

Christ. She is so perfect. So fucking perfect. 

I looked up, into the mirror, and then down. I took a step back, so I could watch.  My cock, the monster of a thing that lived between my legs and increasingly ran my life, was stiffening. I’d always had a large penis, more than nine inches, the most impressive thing about an otherwise nondescript body. Back when I was nearly six feet tall it was a stirring sight when erect, but now…my god. Watching myself harden was a total spectacle, something between a horror movie and a circus freak show. I had shrunk, it had not. Rising from my withered frame to point up to my chest, it was nearly a fifth of my total height, thick and snaked with pulsing veins. It was becoming iron strong where I was more and more increasingly brittle.

Aside from the dread of it, though, there was something secretly rousing about the idea of becoming progressively smaller while my manhood did not. I watched in the mirror as my erection grew and grew and grew, impressing even myself, and I imagined it ballooning further, soaring in proportion to my still shrinking body. Suddenly I found myself gripped by the notion of being totally overwhelmed by my own sexuality, my legs failing, my entire self being pinned to the ground helpless underneath it as it throbbed, thicker nearly than my entire torso. And then, from above me, a huge, elegantly female hand reached down to-

The door to my apartment <clicked>. 

“Dr. J? Are you in here?”

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thx to RiF for help in editing

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 439: GRWM Angie

I want their eyes on me tonight, I want to make them look. 

I know lots of the girls will be wearing these Carrier dresses, maybe they'll even put little manikins inside them to fill them out the way they’re meant to be filled out. Oh god haha, I wish I had one that looked like him. I swear, all the girls at this place may be turning into Amazons, but none of them are going to look half as hot as me, not even that new busload of uber-bitches stand a chance. I’ve put on some weight, yeah, but he likes us heavy. 

He’s going to notice the outfit. Even if I don’t have his manikin I'm going to make him picture it, make him think about what it’d be like to spend his shrunken little night inside my dress, smushed onto my right tit, or along my hip, right inside one of these flesh windows where he can see out past his strappy little cage. I know he’ll think about it, it’s the way guys are today. They all want to be small and inferior. I just wish the perfume was ready, so I could start getting him addicted to me. But in the meantime he’s still her junkie, the queen of the bimbo bees. Knowing her she’ll probably tether him for the first time tonight - women are starting to do that, too. She’ll want to show all the cameras exactly who this new vulni prince, Mr. Famous, belongs to. Well, he may get leashed to her, but soon I’ll make him beg to be mine.

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thx to RiF for edits

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 438: GRWM Gianna

I don’t care how fucking big this study is becoming, how successful the subjects are getting, or how much of an impact it’s having. Yeah, the bosses at Evolution think I’m fucking great, and I know this whole thing is going to be even more enormous now that it’s got its own wing in the new building. I still can’t believe I have to do this thing, this fucking thing. They’re going to have me up on a big video screen? And I’ll be looking in through a stupid camera? Great. No thanks. That's stupid. I think I’m just going to show up there... Haha yeah I’ll do that. I'll show up there and flex these tits and these fucking pheromones that want to fucking take over the world but have been stuck, quarantined here in my fucking living room for six months. Wouldn't that be rich? If I showed up and fucking took over this shit from her. 

Gianna Albertini looked in the mirror. 

Or maybe I’ll just show up as her. I could just go in and blow all their goddamn minds, give all those simpy motherfuckers what they really want, just more of her. That’s what this shit is doing to me right? This crap they’re still having me put into my thigh with their fucking needles every other Thursday. It’s making me more like her, because that’s what he likes. It’s so fucking stupid it makes me want to hurl…

…but if I were her? The queen of this circus? I could have…

…

Despite the hour, despite the fact that she’d already finished her hair and makeup, Gianna Albertini couldn't resist the urge to indulge in her own desires. They’d grown monstrous as of late, at times consuming her every waking thought.. She sat down on her bed, the thought of his disproportionate stature forming in her mind. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be the dominant figure in a relationship with him, towering over the twerp and indulging his every need as he quivered in her shadow. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her own body resonating with and responding to the tantalizing fantasy. The more she immersed herself the more an increasingly familiar feeling began to take hold, and, god dammit, she could feel the bones in her face changing again.

She tossed and turned on her bed, lost in the fantasy as her fingers began to trace over the outline of her breasts, pausing to linger on her already hardening nipples. As her hands traveled down her flat stomach, she began to imagine what it would be like to be with him.Standing tall and dominant above him…watching his face as he looked up at her, his eyes wide…his body quivering with need for her. He would be completely at her mercy.

The thought sent shocks of pleasure through her body as she moaned.

Fuck you Melissa Monroe I could do him so much better than you. 

As Gianna fell back onto the mattress and slipped her fingers into her underwear, she imagined it was his small, weakling hands there, timidly exploring her folds and her body. She pictured it, him kneeling before her, looking up at her with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. As she reached her climax, she envisioned him shrinking even further, his tiny body now at her mercy. She sat up, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to her and she made up her mind. 

It might not  be tonight…

But soon, so very soon…

…I’m going to have him.

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Thanks to reader Moriarty for the original images, and RiF for edits on the copy

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 437: GRWM Tia

I don’t like the way you’ve been looking at her recently.

Those words, words of his wife, snaked into his head once again, judging him, making him feel small and filthy. They'd been echoing in his head since that late September weekend, and they did so again as he sat here in the early evening,  by himself, in his living room. That weekend the family had been at their neighbors’ pool, he could remember it so clearly - the two families, boys playing video games inside, the girls bathing in the last sun of the season. Bikinis, it was hard to keep his eyes where they should be: anywhere but on Tia and the shocking way she filled her swimsuit, the way she had grown. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and his wife had noticed. She scolded him when they returned home that afternoon:

She’s your daughter. 

Fuck, I know, he now scolded himself, reflecting as he sat on the couch on this mid-November eve, Tia’s become a…a…fuck. Face it. She’s a fucking wet dream. Back in September, in her bikini, she was strikingly voluptuous and, if anything, his daughter had grown since that day at the pool. In less than two months she’d gotten taller by inches and bustier in spades - making his struggles only harder. His daughter was busy upstairs readying herself for some party, and with her mother - his wife - out for the evening, Tia had promised him a fashion show, a look at the  dress she’d be wearing.

But first she’d been sending him pictures. They were coming through on his phone.

He cursed himself at how his heart fluttered…

…

Omigod Omigod Omigod I love it. 

Tia McMahon could not believe that the girl in the mirror was her. This dress…this dress that Ms. Samuelson from Far Horizons let her borrow fit perfect. Better than perfect, it transformed her. Squeezed into it like a glove, Tia felt now a little less like a teen that would have to fake her way awkwardly through an evening among adults at this event she’d been invited to tonight. She didn’t feel like a little girl anymore, and she certainly didn’t look like one. She looked, and felt, like a woman. 

Jesus my boobs are huge. He’s gonna melt.

She knew he was downstairs, she knew he’d gotten her text - silly man hadn’t known to turn off his read receipts. He hadn’t responded, though, and in a naughty moment she couldn’t help but picture him on the couch doing the same thing to her picture that she knew he did to pictures of other women late at night, or to that interview of Melissa Monroe he’d recorded off the news. 

She loved how it made her heart flutter. She loved thinking that her dad found her hot. She loved picturing him getting - omigod - hard in his sweatpants for her, down there in the living room. Just like all the boys in Ms. Fielding’s APUSH class, she knew she could make him squirm for her. Dad’s already a simp for mom, she thought, and I outgrew her last week. 

He still hadn’t written her back. 

Maybe his hands are busy haha. 

…..

Jesus Christ. 

He’d heard his daughter stepping down the stairs. He tried, suddenly, to look casual. He arranged the thin throw blanket strategically over his lap, and readied himself as much as he could. Nonetheless, he was pitifully unprepared for the tall, blonde young woman that stepped into the living room, between him and the tv. Had he been smart he would have stayed speechless as she stood there, posing her perfect body for him in the revealing dress she’d be wearing out tonight. waiting for his reaction. He, however, was not a smart man, and uttered the one word which told her everything she wanted to know:

“Wow…”

His heart fluttered again when he saw how Tia smiled. Her mother - his wife - remained far away. There were no other eyes in the house to judge them, both knew that. No one there to catch him ogling his own daughter, no one there to tell her that she needed to cover up. He screamed at his eyes to tear themselves off of Tia’s big chest, or away from the swell of broadened hip that announced itself out of the high slit of her dress, but they ignored him. Tia, for her part, seemed happy to just stand there and let him stareing, watch his best efforts as his jaw hung gaping. 

“You like it?” she asked, doing a slow, half-spin to show him how her dress hugged her pert rear. 

Jeremy McMahon’s eyes goggled. A swimmer, Tia had always been fitter in the upper body than most, but her legs and hips were now becoming quite remarkable as well. He’d snapped pictures of her in her running shorts, weeks ago, and knew he should've deleted them from his phone. If Eva ever saw them she’d have questions. Now, though, that ass was right in front of him and he-

“Hm?” she followed, wrenching him from his reverie. Looking over her shoulder, and down at him,  she saw him nod, and she turned back towards him. 

He gazed up at her, and knew he should say something, but he just couldn’t. 

Emboldened by her father’s paralysis, Tia’s smile widened. In a bold move she’d seen others do - she slowly leaned forward, at the hip, bringing her hands to her knees and using her elbows to squash together her big, big breasts. She almost giggled when her father’s eyes fell helplessly down to her cleavage. Since joining Ms. Fielding’s class, she’d been learning a lot of things, including that her breasts could be weapons. 

“C’mon, Daddy,” she purred, “tell me I’m pretty.”

Jeremy McMahon, if anything, froze harder.

Tia used the moment to lean in further so she could give him a peck on the forehead. Seemingly innocent, she knew the kiss brought her breasts right in front of his face.

Still the poor man said nothing. Tia lingered there for a long moment, letting him drink in the sight of her chest as she waited for his response. Something to think about after I leave. Mom’s out of the house. You can do whatever you want.

“Y-you look beautiful, Tia,” he finally said, right into her E-cups. 

Heart rushing, beginning to stand, she giggled and smiled at the glossy lipstick mark left behind on his forehead, a lurid print of her lips. Will Mom see that? she wondered, in a moment of willful vanity. I hope so. 

 He’d raised his eyes to meet hers. His own heart had nearly stopped. 

“Thanks, Daddy,” she said, smiling down at him, “I’ll be home by eleven...”

...wait up for me. 

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thank you thank you to ItsThePitts for the Tia character, and to RiF for editing.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 436: GRWM Marta

Marta Vacek aka “Marta Walker” aka Agent  0GGB004 had not been able to get Melissa Monroe out of her head since she had visited WGGB last weekend. Though she had known Melissa was to come in preparation for the special interview and meet the team, Marta, Channel 5’s newest Sports Reporter, had not been prepared for the involuntary reaction she’d had to the brunette bombshell. Her sister had been right.

Over the past year-and-a-half, both in Russia and in her native Poland, the Vacek sisters had been prepped, conditioned, and ultimately put together, developed and assembled into proper agents for the company. Injected with their Program and fully indoctrinated into their ranks, trained and fashioned, Marta had grown four inches in height, ballooned into a GG-cup, and could now bend steel bars like it was a party trick. She knew she had been chosen for her current on-air assignment purely due to the mathematics of her new figure: scientifically proven and formulated to be the most captivating to the American male gaze. In both its ratios and proportions, it had been perfected to hold a male's attention onscreen, while at the same time, being just this side of acceptable for a general viewing audience without being relegated to the porn channels or MSIT. 

The only thing Marta felt moderately unprepared for in her new role as an eyeball-magnet sports reporter was, well…sports. American sports still flummoxed her - what was this ‘football’? This bassball? Silly little games for silly little American men. Whatever it was, it was something she could blithely breathe through on air, feeding her viewers with whatever the teleprompter showed her as a side dish to her hourglass torso. Her real purpose was to keep the American eyeballs in the local viewing area plastered on her 5’11”,  44-26-36 figure while she kept her own eyes on Alicia Ray, the provincial former beauty-queen chosen to be the center of this WGGB Channel 5 hive, that would, soon enough, be moving on from their small local stage on to a much larger one. It was all thrilling, exciting, and though this was just an assignment, yes, she figured she could have some fun here while doing it. 

Like tonight. Marta had this event to go to, a grand opening for a new puppet facility. She’d been briefed. Coronado had sent a new platoon of Program girls, one of the largest yet, to work this new outpost medical center. Like Marta with Alicia Ray, these girls should be largely immune to the more invasive psychological tendrils of the Monroe woman’s influence, but, with the feelings Marta was dealing with now, how being in that tall brunette’s presence for just those several minutes last weekend had affected her, it made her think they would want her to keep a watchful eye on everything going on tonight. As tedious as that seemed though, she knew there would be vodka, and cameras, and her breasts were enormous…so she couldn't help but be excited. 

Yes, she’d been told to keep an eye on the new girls, each an agent, on their first real night of exposure to the Monroe pheromones. Marta would keep an eye on Melissa herself of course, try to glean if the rumors about her were true. It was being said that she was not only ballooning in height, figure, and strength, but that she’d been developing unpredictable abilities they hadn’t foreseen. There were those overseas, she knew, that were starting to consider Melissa an unwitting threat, that possibly feared what her growing influence might accomplish. Marta knew that she would be called on to report what she saw tonight, possibly directly back to Kazakhstan, so she needed to stay vigilant, but that didn't mean she couldn’t look good while doing so. She admired herself in this perfectly too-tight red dress procured specifically for that purpose. 

As she studied herself in the mirror her mind inevitably went back to Melissa, this odd fixation as of late. Yes, there was part of her that was wary of Melissa Monroe, though, there was another part that pitied her. If what she’d read in the briefings was correct, Marta felt for the girl, understanding how hard it must be for someone to endure what she had been raised through, and from the youngest of ages. She was not an unwitting nor necessarily an unwilling participant in the whole experiment, but her road had clearly not been easy. 

Beyond all the sympathy and pity she felt though, or maybe just buried deeper, there was another part of Marta that was lured to the woman, that wanted to be close to her and to witness her, and maybe be witnessed by her in return. She understood now what Katarina had been telling her, how powerful the magnetism of Melissa was. Strange, these urges; as much as they thrilled her, she knew she would need to keep them leashed as tight as she could. She could speak to her sister about them tonight.

Marta knew that her own complicated feelings reflected the entire viewing area’s feelings as a whole. Some fear, some curiosity, and…something deeper, something magnetic all clashing and the only way for her to sort it all out was to see what happened tonight.

At least I’ll look good doing it, she concluded, admiring herself one last time in the mirror…

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 435: GRWM Aubrey

Here’s another bit from my journal. Sorry if it’s not very good.

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These new things I can do are so weird. Blessing and a curse. I’m just so sensitive it’s hard sometimes, especially being around some other people. Already I felt funny about Angie, I did from almost the first time I met her, before this all really started. But now it’s the same thing with, like, some of the reporters we met. With Olivia. With some of the girls like Kathy and Morgan and that Bianca.  About…omigod what’s her name, the chubby girl that used to work here, in scheduling? And then, today at the ribbon cutting, my little tingles really lit up when the new girls got off the bus from California, streaming off like little ants (well haha big tall ants with gorgeous hair omg). They’re different. Maybe we just need to get to know them? Then maybe we’ll bond? But, still, I feel protective of Dr J, like warm in my (so stupid big) chest like I wish he’d just let me put him in there and keep him safe from everything omggggg. 

Anyway, they’re all going to be there tonight - Angie, Olivia, the girls hired from Evolution, and all the new women that got off the bus. I’m going to try to keep my empathy from being too big a thing for me tonight. I’m excited to see everyone dressed up, too: Josie, Lakshmi, my girls from the desk….and especially Melissa. And, ooo, super-especially Dr.J. I’m going to try to relax. It is a party after all, and I want to have fun. 

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thanks for reading. I really appreciate it.

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 434: GRWM Josie

Yah I like this new red dress….not sure if immuna be wearing it tonight…

 ah… a text from Boomboom...

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 433: GRWM Lakshmi

Reaching behind herself, watching in the mirror, Lakshmi Vallurupalli grasped her enormous right buttock and gave it a firm squeeze. It was wonderfully toned underneath with a jiggly layer of fat on top granting it softness and allowing for some bounce. She was quite proud of it and hoped that everyone else would enjoy it tonight, him especially.

I am most definitely built for this dress, she decided, considering the dramatic changes her body had undergone in the past three months. Not that she’d ever been a thin person, but her curves now - especially her 48” bottom - would make many women look like little girls next to her. What she’d be wearing tonight, she hoped, would accentuate her best feature. I am definitely built for it, this dress,  she thought again, or maybe it was built for me.  

She was at home, after a few bites of her mother’s Chicken Khorma, getting ready for the Grand Opening party in the atrium at work tonight. The ribbon cutting had been earlier this afternoon, and the huge new space had finally been revealed to the public, including the cameras of Channel 5…

…

“Welcome to Far Horizons!” Ms. St. Clair had announced to them, as she and Melissa opened the big glass doors of the front entrance, after the ribbon had been cut. The film crews followed the assembled dignitaries from the city and the executives from Evolution as Sheryl and Melissa ushered them in, and as they all expected everyone’s eyes immediately went up, and up, and up. The atrium, done almost entirely in a sleekly modern but warm white stone, was enormous, soaring more than three stories tall. A reception desk halfway in greeted entrants, and two corridors ran deeper into the building’s new wings, to the left and straight ahead; a small, nondescript door to the old FHMA practice was to the right. Balconies of the upper levels ringed the atrium’s edges, and huge stone columns ran floor-to-ceiling, giving the space the unmistakable air of an ancient Greek or Roman temple, but built for the modern world.  A glass ceiling let in vast amounts of natural light, but it was not the roof that took away the breath of the new entrants as they looked up, and up, and up, making them gasp. 

It was the statue. 

If the grand new atrium was built to suggest a Greco-Roman temple, then the statue at its far end was that of the god to which the edifice was erected, consecrated. It was huge, its head nearly reaching the 40’ ceiling, and it was a woman, made of what appeared to be luscious white marble. Dressed appropriately in robes which again called back to ancient times and further emphasized its position as deity of this place, the curves of the monumental female were as dramatic as its height. Legs were long, powerful and shapely, the robes tight over a wasp waist. Her bosom was immense, a shelf swelling proudly from her chest and stretching the stone fabric taut. A bare shoulder was strong yet undoubtedly feminine, with waves of thick hair running behind it. The comely right arm of the statue was raised to point with an elegant hand off to the distance, over and past whomever had just entered her domain, while her eyes sought the same destination, some - yes -  far horizon. 

All in all, the statue was enormous, it was inspiring, it was beautiful. And - though if asked she would deny it - it was undoubtedly Melissa. 

“First there was the Greek civilization. Then the Renaissance,” Sheryl had announced, in a voice big enough for all who’d entered to hear, “Now we are entering the Age of the Hourglass.”

Cameras rolled, cell phones clicked, people were awed and speechless and smiling. Josie and Lakshmi had to hold Dr. J up; seeing this all for the first time was too much for him and his knees had given way. Watching that, from across the crowd, Melissa’s eyes glittered and she bit her lower lip. This is something I like, she mused. 

Sheryl continued, her voice ebullient:

“Our new colossus welcomes you to Far Horizons!”

…

Lakshmi was pulled from her reveries of the afternoon and her admiration of her abundant bottom by voices downstairs, an argument. Her father had returned home. 

Quickly, she began to gather her things. 

“No! I have seen, just in news now, to the place she is going!” her father’s voice protested, “She cannot go, this party, I will not allow it!”

Her mother, who had been married to this man for nearly thirty years, had him cowed in bed but here, outside the bedroom he thought himself still the head of the house. He was patriarch, and no daughter of his would be part of what was going on at that place. His objections were vociferous, but still her mother tried to come to her defense. 

“No! Absolutely not!” his reedy voice proclaimed. 

Lakshmi was only two steps down the stairs when they heard her coming. Already, the stairway groaned. 

“Lakshmi stop there!” he commanded, raising his hand as his daughter, his only child, stormed around the corner and - eyes glancing quickly to her mother but not even acknowledging his presence - began to march towards him, towards the front door. She was dressed as he feared, in a scandalous outfit that hugged every shameful curve she had. Her hair was unkempt, half-done, as was her makeup. She clutched a small purse to herself.  

<BOOM BOOM!>

She would not look at him but she made sure her steps were heavy.  

<BOOM BOOM!>

She would not look at him but she made sure her steps caused his house to shake.

<BOOM BOOM!>

His eyes were wide, as were her mother’s. For support he grabbed hold of a table, the rooms around them shivering with each of his daughter's steps, like she was a walking earthquake. 

“Lakshmi please,” her mother implored in shock, the dishes in the cabinets rattling. 

Her father tried to block her way like he had done all her life, but he could not stop her anymore. Lskshmi walked by her mother, and pushed him out of the way. 

He fell, crying out. 

<BOOM BOOM!>

The floor underneath him threatened to buckle, with the kingdom that he built crumbling down around him. The force of nature that his daughter had become was too much for his tiny house. The front door opened. She didn’t even look back at him, now cowering on the ground. The front door slammed shut. 

<BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM!>

They could feel her steps even as she left, the crashes of her footfalls becoming more distant and rattling the earth outside. 

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 432: Ribbon Cutting, p2

By the time we showed up at the entrance for the ribbon cutting ceremony, it was already in progress. Melissa had come to gather me from my office where I’d hid, killing time and hoping to be forgotten in all the commotion. She had ushered me out of our wing and into the new atrium, which, aside from the virtual walk-through, I hadn’t even seen yet. Even now, as we exited our area of the building and made our way to the main entrance, we were immediately met with a temporary corridor of sorts. A wall of black sheets was set up to block the view of the atrium. More sheets covered the glass entrance way,  which faced the outside parking lot, where the ribbon-cutting event was already happening. 

I tried my best to stumble after Melissa; my knees were still wobbly. Not three minutes ago I had been erupting in Melissa’s mouth. She’d bent my will to hers easily, hoping to calm my anxieties with a blowjob, and despite how loathe I was to be seen by the public in my shrunken state, here I was trying my best to keep up with her. 

Melissa and I stood by the front door, inside, with the busty blonde Kori from our “Communications Department”. She was waiting for a signal from someone, the right time to let us out and make our proper entrance. She and Melissa were giggling together, Kori still tingling after Bliss and in a better mood than in which I’d last seen her. Something about their giggling made me anxious and I couldn't help but pull one of the curtains back just a fraction, so I could nervously peek outside. I could see our staff from behind,  about four-dozen women all dressed in pink, right outside the door and seated in folding chairs. Like some sort of pink army they sat facing the parking lot, a podium set up between them and a crowd far bigger than a ribbon-cutting for a new set of medical offices should attract. There were at least three news crews, some gathered local dignitaries mingled in with our seated staff, and if I had to guess about two hundred onlookers. Everyone’s eyes were on a man - wow, that’s the Mayor - as he spoke to them from the podium. In the recent elections he’d been voted out of office in favor of his recently appointed female chief-of-police, who promised a new focus on law and order for the city. So, basically, he was currently a lame-duck mayor but they still wheeled him out for this sort of thing, in the closing  months of his final term. From behind the closed front doors of the entrance, I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, though it sounded laudatory. 

“Okay,” Kori announced, interrupting my reverie, settling herself, “it’s time to head out.”

“During the mayor’s speech?” I asked.

“That’s what they want.”

Who ‘they’ were, I didn’t know, but Kori had already opened the door for us. Melissa looked down at me, our eyes met in what was suddenly a charged, portentous moment, and she smiled. “You can do this,” she said, gently, to me. 

I nodded, and took what I hoped was a steeling breath. 

She stepped in front of me, out the door into the sun, and the crowd gasped.

The immediate impact of having such a visually stimulating entrant was immediately apparent. Cameras all swiveled from the Mayor to her. From the podium the Mayor himself had turned at the shoulder, stopped in his speech to see whatever the crowd had onto which apparently now become fixated, and his own jaw dropped. The throng itself had quieted, but when I stepped out behind her, following in the wake of her mighty, rolling hips, it began to buzz. Could they even see me back there, behind her huge hourglass as it casually strutted in long, elegant strides towards the front of the proceeding? If they did, they’d see a little man in rumpled pink scrubs, scurrying like a dog to keep pace.

In truth I trailed several of my small steps behind Melissa on purpose, a not-too-subtle and probably pointless strategy to obscure our height difference from the perspective of the crowd and its cameras. I was now even more conscious of our size disparity, and my face reddened under the scrutiny of the starstruck assembly. They did see me, I could tell, and they loved it. 

There were front-row spots reserved for us to stand near the podium, seats behind that, and a makeshift aisle splitting the group of our staff. We walked down it, me trailing behind, and were about halfway to where we needed to be when Melissa, sensing my retreat into the shadows of her stature, turned her head over her shoulder to look down at me. Her expression was a blend of compassion and firm resolve. She’d stopped, and reached out a hand for me to take.

I paused.

“Please, Jay,” she implored, in a voice that married tenderness and understanding with an unmistakable strength, "don't do this. Don’t hide behind me.”

My face trembled as I looked up at her. Cameras rolled. 

“I want everyone to see,” she continued, her voice stern but soft enough that only I and the few girls seated around us could hear. Still gentle, her demeanor, though it had a new authority to which I was not accustomed. She was here for a purpose, that was suddenly apparent, and growing into a new role. “Stand with me, for now, not behind me."

Her words to me were meant as a beacon, guiding me out of my insecurities, urging me to confront and cast aside the weight of an antiquated society’s expectations. Men don’t have to be taller than women, I told myself. In fact, what was becoming preferred was exactly the opposite. For as much as it chilled me, they wanted this. I could do this.

I took a deep breath, and then her hand, and she smiled again. She pulled me gently yet firmly by the arm to stand beside her. 

“Good boy,” she said. 

As we again stepped, now together, towards the front of the group and the eyes of the crowd, I felt a mix of embarrassment for myself and admiration for her. The woman I loved, I started to realize, possessed a character as formidable as her physical presence. In the eyes of the crowd she had already become much more than Missy Monroe, cute teen turned Hooters girl turned Office Manager of a failing medical practice. She was now something more, and on the cusp of becoming something even greater. I could sense it in her, the budding eagerness and anticipation of the new potentials, all now but inevitabilities, that she saw in herself. 

What the fuck was she going to become?

Her hand was huge around mine as she led me to our spots, the eyes of everyone including the still-stunned and literally speechless mayor. We were to stand in the front alongside some other city officials, executives from Evolution, and my ex-wife Sheryl - who met my gaze for a brief second with a crooked, satisfied smile. She loved seeing me like this. Our seats were behind us. We still held hands. 

It was not only the news teams now focused on Melissa and me and the more than two feet of height that separated us, but hundreds of camera phones as well. Everyone wanted a picture, and I was sure that this spectacle would be all over social media soon. I was doing my best to keep from shaking, and the awkward smile I was attempting must have looked bereft. Melissa’s giant right breast was just to my left, hovering over my head like a pink zeppelin as she stood stock-straight and strong, shoulders back, posing and projecting proudly for her public. They were cheering.  

I glanced up at her, her eyes glimmering with the megawatt smile she was granting the throng. She looked out at them, her chin tilting slightly up, and she waved. 

“Now, get in front of me,” Melissa directed, not taking her eyes off the crowd and the cameras. 

Her hands came to my shoulders, and without a fight I stepped to my left, to stand directly in front of her. In her heels she topped seven feet, while I barely cleared four-and-a-half. I must have looked tiny.

“Wave for them, sweetie,” she next instructed, starting a casual wave again herself with her right hand, her left still possessively on my left shoulder. I imitated her. Halfheated it must have looked, my wave, but new swells of cheers from the crowd came again, nonetheless. I felt so stupid. 

While she waved she began to shift from side to side ever so slightly causing her breasts to rub against the top of my head. This must be quite the sight, I found myself thinking, and then - in a moment of horrid realization - holy shit NO. 

I was starting to get hard again, in my thin scrub pants. 

“Hi Jay,” I suddenly heard, whispered in my left ear. It was Sheryl, my ex-wife and exultant owner of this whole facility, who’d been standing next to us and had now leaned down to speak into my left ear. Her purring voice made my cock surge even stronger. “You’re being so good…”

Holy shit I was going to get a boner in front of the world. 

“How do you like all the attention, hm?” she continued, her whisper deep. Did she know my predicament? Did she know - we were married for years, I’m sure she did - how much a woman’s voice in my ear turned me on? 

I closed my eyes, and tried to will it away. My god I’d just come, in Melissa’s mouth, less than ten minutes ago. This can’t be happening!

It was like I could hear the cameras, all now focused on my dick. And were those laughs, now, from the crowd? 

Sheryl’s mouth had left my ear, leaving me standing and shaking under the mountain range of Melissa’s bust, erection pushing I’m sure against the thigh of my scrubs. I felt Sheryl’s presence move away and I opened my eyes. She’d stepped up behind the mayor, who was preparing to continue his lame-duck speech from the podium, and had a hand on his shoulder.  She was whispering, now, in his ear and he began nodding, and then stepped back obsequiously from the stage. 

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for those words,” Sheryl now spoke, into the microphone which projected her assured voice out to the crowd as the man sank humbled to a seat behind her, “but we ladies will take it from here.”

Another round of cheers came from the crowd, whose assemblage was striking me more now as a combination political rally/religious gathering than the simple civic event it was arranged to be.

Or was this in the plans the whole time? The thought made me shudder, but as I looked to my left, and to my right, to all the faces standing up here in front of the crowd - they were all female. Sheryl, Melissa, the executives from Evolution, the team from the mayor’s office - they were all women. Even the empty nearby chair that I knew had been reserved for Olivia, who hadn’t made it back in time from her travels, it signaled another female presence. 

Sheryl was looking back, now, too, proudly seeing the same thing in the group of us. The smile she wore - she always had a  great smile when she deemed to use it - was pleased, gratified, and magnanimous. Her eyes found me, then, and she placed a hand over the microphone. 

“You too, Jay,” she told me, “Just women up here.”

For direction I looked up and back at Melissa.

“Why don’t you step back now, Jay,” Melissa told me gently, her hands squeezing my shoulders in support, “take a seat behind me.”

Before I knew it, I had joined the pink mass, seated in the front row of folding chairs, squashed in between Randi and Shanette. Despite being sidelined, I felt relieved being a few paces back away from the eyes of the cameras. I must look tiny, still, mushed between these two Amazons but at least now my erection would be easier to hi-

GAH

“Good job, hun,” Shanette purred with a smile into my ear, as her hand gripped my thigh and therefore my swollen boner.

My entire body spasmed, and I did all I could to control it and not slide from my seat. “nnnngh…!” I groaned, under my breath. Shanette no!! There’s cameras!!

With a giggle she released me, and I sat back and clamped my eyes shut again. Breathe, I told myself. I’d nearly just come in my pants, there in front of everyone. Hopefully everyone was watching Sheryl, or Melissa, or anyone else but me.

Sheryl had already begun addressing the crowd, thanking a litany of people whose names I didn’t know whose efforts were behind the creation of this state-of-the-art medical center. She lauded its capabilities, its dedication to the health and growth of women, and espoused its place in the new days of female strength that were dawning everywhere on Earth. In truth, my mind had begun to wander. I’d heard all this before, in one way or another. This was just Sheryl - and whoever she was representing, the obviously powerful group funding this whole thing - announcing it to the local viewing markets and, let’s not mince words, the world.

I’d started glancing around, at the others seated in the front row of us up here. Past Randi on my left, past some pharmaceutical representatives, was the mayor. He looked sweaty, overwrought…and he was staring directly at Melissa’s ass. 

She, alongside some other executives and female officials from the city, was still standing at attention in front of us. The mayor’s eyes - and I can’t blame him, it was glorious - were obviously glued to Melissa’s enormous, shapely rear end. Her long, tight, bodycon black skirt, slitted up the side to reveal one long, strikingly muscular leg, sheathed a lower body that was beyond curvy and approaching mind-blowing. It was only matched on this planet by the world-wonder of her upper torso which, thankfully for me at least, was turned from my view. By itself it was boggling, tremendous, and stuck out from her body, the swooped arch of her lower back, like a shelf. Huge, with a gravity all unto itself that held not only the Mayor’s eyes but now obviously mine too. Jesus it’s gigantic! I marveled, wondering if it alone would outweigh me now. Probably! The huge globes of it were massive mountains of muscle and I pictured if I were stand and try to stretch my arms out to embrace it I’d- 

“Dude remember: you're on camera,” Randi suddenly whispered in my left ear, “you’re staring right at her ass.”

Holy crap you’re right.

“S-s-sorry…” I muttered, my eyes already cast away, to the pavement.

In the meantime, Sheryl had just made some announcement that had brought a new wave of approval, and some cheers, from the crowd. She was speaking of the imminent grand opening of other Far Horizons facilities, much like this one, in the Midwest - and soon across the country. 

Wait did I know about this?? I don’t think I knew about this.

I listened, suddenly, with intent ears, but then Sheryl stopped in her speech.

“Oooo look!” she sang with a pleased smile in her voice, looking up now and over the crowd at a large luxury bus that had just pulled into the parking lot. She motioned to it with an outstretched hand. “Our new friends have arrived!”

It drove towards us, the bus, around the edge of the crowd.and the mass of us watched as it pulled up to the curb, maybe fifty yards away.

“Speaking of growth, and development, and the expansion of Far Horizons, this is perfect timing,” Sheryl continued into the microphone, as the bus came to a full stop. Its brakes hissed as it settled. “I’m so glad we’re all here, and we have you to help us welcome our newest sisters, the newest part of the team…”

The door to the bus opened, and the first, high-heeled foot stepped out.

“Let’s give them a big cheer!”

The crowd began to clap, some again actually cheering, as they began to exit the bus. Women, one after the other, each looking out at the assembled herd and waving briefly. Each of them, I quickly noticed, was young. Each of them, I immediately realized, was tall. And they were all, one after the other after the other as they came off the bus and began to walk towards us, to join the pink army behind the podium, absolutely gorgeous. It was like a new wave of Amazons, tall and fit and holy cow all with figures that would rival my current curvy staff and maybe then some. All dressed nicely, of different skin colors and composures, some short of hair some with long flowing locks, brunette and blonde and redhead, but each a veritable bombshell in their own right. This is the new staff?!?! I immediately bemoaned, wide-eyed at the legion of beautiful women as they continued to come off the bus and group among us, standing behind and to the side of my current employees. The new offices, the new departments, I knew, required new staffing - clinical and otherwise. I’d heard they’d been hired en masse from out-of-town, somewhere on the West Coast where Evolution’s partners had headquarters. They were trained already, I’d been told, knowing exactly what they’d need to do, what their responsibilities would be - but did we need this many?!? Along with who we had here already they were…they were…they were a horde! 

As the new women assembled, they maybe spoke and whispered a bit amongst themselves but for the most part they were respectful of the proceedings, knowing that they had basically interrupted it. They had, though, suddenly become the main attraction, standing at attention now - probably about fifty of them - and quieting themselves mannerly, the last of them finally off the bus.

Sheryl had been speaking, welcoming them the whole time, and gradually the attention of the crowd went back to her. I looked at Melissa - and no, thank you very much, not just her ass - and saw how she gazed over at the new women. She seemed to stand even taller knowing that these were now her personnel, that she was now the leader of a female force to be reckoned with….and one that in size had just more than doubled.

I, for one, was shocked. I’d known it was coming, but suddenly to see all these women here was another thing altogether. A hundred of them, basically, each one more incredible of figure than the next. And me, now the size of a midget, dwarfed by each and every one. If there was 80 pounds of me (probably less…) than there was 15,000 pounds of woman (probably more…).

Good god.

Language.

Sorry.

I was pulled from my reverie when it was time, as Sheryl finally announced into the microphone, for the cutting-of-the-ribbon, something that they actually I guess did at these ribbon-cutting ceremonies. I then watched, maybe less enthusiastically than most, as she, along with the mayor and a couple executives from Evolution, walked back to the front doors into the building. Since we’d emerged and been standing/sitting here, someone had placed two temporary posts on either side of the doors, with a giant magenta ribbon stretching between them. There was just enough space for the dignitaries to stand behind it and pose for the onslaught of film crews and cameras that suddenly swarmed up to capture the ceremony. Some chairs had been pulled out of the way, more of the staff was on their feet, and someone had handed Sheryl a ridiculously enormous pair of novelty scissors. She laughed, addressing the cameras, and called out to Melissa, maybe twenty feet away:

“These are more your size, Melissa,” Sheryl joked (no joke), “Why don’t you come up here and do the honors?”

From my seat I turned and looked back at Melissa, who was now behind me. She was beaming, and had already taken her first step towards the assemblage.

On her walk up to the ribbon, she cast me down a quick glance - her million-dollar smile turning a touch more devilish for the briefest of seconds. On the cement walkway she had already made sure that with each step she would flex her leg muscles and drive her heels into the solid concrete with an audible <thud>. Even with the buzz of the crowd one could hear the sound of her thunderous heels being driven into the cement, and the extra sway in her hips punctuated each <slam!>. And, as she walked past me she <slammed!> her foot into the ground extra hard and actually caused my chair to jump. A giggle that was so quiet only I could hear it left her and she gave her hair a big toss.

My heart was pounding, and my eyes were on her rear end again.

When she’d reached the group behind the ribbon, shimmied herself in, with more giggles, to stand at their center, Sheryl handed the cartoonishly enormous scissors to her. With mock ceremony she accepted, and my ex-wife stepped aside. Sheryl had taken the microphone from the stand and now spoke into it for all the crowd to hear:

“Is everyone ready for their SHEvolution?” 

Among cheers, Melissa set the blades to the taut ribbon, and the crowd erupted anew. Everyone smiled for the cameras and she said her first words of the day to the throng and to her public. She closed the blades and as the ribbon snipped she called out, in a voice that boomed, seemed to shake the building and needed no microphone to be heard, seemingly to the ends of the earth:

“Welcome to Far Horizons Evolution Center!”

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much thanks to J2 for the base image in the Melissa photo

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 431: Ribbon Cutting, p1

Dr. J ! What are you doing?” whined an obviously frustrated and stressed-out Kori, who was part of our “Communications Department”. My traitorous eyes were immediately drawn to what she was wearing: a tight, scoop-necked top of iridescent pink and smart black trousers. Her figure, like most of my employees here, made my heart skip. She, though, looked upset that I was still here, in my office, at my desk. Everyone except me and Melissa, she told me, was already outside - which explained why she was glaring down at me   “The ceremony starts in…” She looked at her phone. “...3 minutes! We need you and Melissa at the front door, now!”

I didn’t know where Melissa was but I knew I wasn’t where they expected me to be. “Ugh, jeez, Kori…,” I started, “I don’t really know if I’m feeling up to this.” I  tried my best to keep my reply from sounding like a groan. The exhaustion of the day was somehow already catching up with me, I didn’t want to appear too frustrated in front of one of my newer and younger employees. Of course I knew I was supposed to be out there, but I wasn’t too happy about the thought of facing all those crowds, especially when I was dressed like this. I looked woefully down at my bright pink scrubs that were two sizes too big on me and tried my best not to sulk

“Omigod for real??” Kori groused, in a tone more petulant than respectful. She and I both knew that I was, in some weird variation of the term, still technically her boss, but at this moment that didn’t seem to matter. She’d been tasked with getting us all assembled and I guess I was just being difficult.

“Do you really need me there?” I asked, in as apologetic a tone as I could muster. Kori was in an obvious huff, and I didn’t want to make it worse…but I could tell I was pissing her off.

“Okay well I’m gonna go get Melissa,” she fumed, turning on her four-inch heels and <click-clack-clacking> out the door. 

I put my face in my hands.

Great.

I was, in all honesty, unsure of how to feel about today. The birth announcement of Far Horizons Evolution Center, our “Grand Opening” (yay), was being packaged as an over-produced ribbon-cutting ceremony for the benefit of the local TV stations. We wouldn’t be seeing any actual patients in the new clinics until Monday, so today was really just a show for the cameras. I knew I should have been excited for it all: watching the business grow, celebrating my employees’ accomplishments - even if I felt like it all came at the cost of my own career, and as their progress left me behind in its wake. Something else about the idea of this event bothered me, though I couldn't really put my finger on what it was. Regardless, maybe this was something that I could stomach, even smile through even if it made me a little sick in my insides..

To make matters worse, I was quickly learning that the event had started growing - in a few different ways - into something else. First, I’d made the mistake of looking at my Instagram on my new phone, and I was stunned by how many people were talking about me. Women, mostly. They’d tagged me, called me out, and now there were bunches of local women excited to come out and see “Mr Vulni” in the flesh at this event today. The appetite for shrimpy guys, I guess, was at an all-time high, and I was apparently the hottest thing on the menu. The thought of being thrown out into a sea of  my rabid female fans made me shiver with a paralyzing fear. Worse still was that some of the local news stations knew my name as well, as the little man attached at the hip to…her. 

Melissa Monroe. The TV stations, their cameras, and indeed it seemed the entire metro area were all excited to get another glimpse of her. Seemingly overnight, she’d suddenly blossomed into a local celebrity sensation of sorts after her recent on-air interview. The only thing the public seemed to crave more than a vulni man was a tall, powerful woman, And, seeing the two together? As a combo platter? <Chef’s kiss> Delicious. Glorious. Hot. We were a ready-made dish that the new world was hungry for, in its fashions and tastes. The midget and the Amazon, the model couple for the new age. The frenzy around us, at least on social media, was absolutely crazy. Almost like, I dunno…we showed them what they really wanted, and what they could be. With Far Horizons’ help. 

Mortifying, right? Embarrassing? Well, yes, I can tell you that it was, and I really wanted no part in it. Any event that would evince the size difference between us, and probably even showcase it, using it to draw in more eyeballs and ratings at the cost of my dignity was not something in which I really wanted to partake. 

Um, yeah, so…there was that. And, plus, I’m not one for change in general; there’d been a lot of change. 

So as I sat there, my head still in my hands, sitting with my feet dangling several inches off the floor at my small-but-still-outsized desk,  I felt a tremor and heard the distinctive thunder cracks of Melissa’s heels approaching down the hall. It sounded like the harbinger of doom, or at the very least, the harbinger of a really bad scolding. 

“Sweetie, what?” she said, her tone betraying about the same amount of patience as Kori. Neither girl were clearly up to indulging my insecurities, not at the present. We all had places to be. 

Already starting to crumbling under the pressure of the moment, I felt myself flush and I looked out from between my fingers at at the bosomy brunette giant that called herself my girlfriend and now towered over me and my suddenly tiny-seeming desk. “I d-don’t wanna do it,” I found myself uttering weakly. I was overwhelmed by her presence.

She’d appeared, at first, to be annoyed, but as she heard the tremor of my plea, maybe a crack in my voice, her face softened. There had been something crouched between her lips, some bark of a command, but she’d leashed it. Instead she held her tongue, cocked her head, and slowly leaned over to put both hands on my desk and close the space between us. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what’s going on with you today.,” she said softly, tenderly, as her eyes searched into mine and I lowered my hands from my face. 

I knew she could open me like a book on a shelf. I read it to her anyway. 

“I don’t wanna do it,” I repeated, sounding every inch, I realize, the sulking child. At that moment I didn’t really care. “This is going to be too much for me…”

“Awwww sweetie,” she purred, her expression of pity and warmth doubled down in her voice and on her shockingly gorgeous face. This was the woman who had given me not one but two toe-curling blowjobs in her office only a few hours ago, albeit after the “gift” of a new phone/cum monitoring device given to me along with the announcement of her emasculating promotion. “Awwww….”

My eyes goggled at her tits as she squashed them together between her arms, in her plunge-necked pink top. 

“You think it’s emasculating, huh?” she cooed, somehow plucking that word right from out of me, “It bothers you that the world’s about to see how women have taken over everything here? Is that it? That make you feel emasculated?”

I looked at her - up at her face, now, having found the strength to tear my gaze out of her cleavage - and I didn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she indulged me, accommodating my fragilities, my deficiencies and failings with even more understanding and affection. “I’m here,” she continued, her hand softly grazing my cheek. “No matter how little you feel, I'll be there, and I’ll be right beside you, the whole time.”

I tried to relax, but I couldn't help but picture it. The cameras, the flashing, the sea of people, they would all be watching. She’d be with me, yes, standing there next to me, and they’d all see. That’s what I’m afraid of.

She continued. “And, besides, y’know what I find really sexy?” she asked, a mischievous lilt coming to her voice and a curl to her smile, “Emasculating you. I think it’s so hot, showing everyone how much bigger and more important than you I’m getting. They all think it’s sexy too.”

That made my eyes widen, my jaw quiver and - holy jeez I’m a freakin’ perv - my cock suddenly stiffen to life down my pants. I still had no words. 

"So let’s go out there and give the world what it wants, show them all how women have taken charge here and are growing everything like you never could have. It’ll be so sexy,” she said, now reaching out with her right hand so she could grab the edge of the desk, “We can show them how much bigger I am than you, and they’ll love it.”

At that, with an ease I would have thought impossible,  the desk shuddered and its feet groaned over the thin carpet as she slid the desk out from between us with one casual hand, shoving it to the side. I gasped as she stepped in and got down on her knees in front of me. 

Her hands went to the tie of my drawstring pants. I felt a feeble protest escape my lips - w-we need to go! - but she silenced me immediately, pulling my erection out into the world.  

“They’ll wait,” she said, and slid me into her mouth….

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 430: Out from the Crowd

“Can you believe all these people?” marveled Kori Kleinman in a covert aside to her co-worker as they stood, in most part head-and-shoulders above the gathering crowd of press, eager future patients, and random Melissa ‘fans’; the parking lot was just teeming with them. The two had been out here, on this atypically bright November day, preparing them all for the press event.

“Yeah huh,” Lexi replied, a smug look on her face. Alexa Samuels had her MBA in marketing, but her classes at Michigan had certainly not taught her to deal with anything like this. Still, she was a smart and competently charismatic girl who, maybe as a result of the few treatments of Program she’d had in her days at Evolution and now the more subtle enhancements she’d enjoyed since being assigned here at Far Horizons, was doing a good job of handling the situation. At least, she thought she was. The ribbon-cutting for the upgraded facility was slated for 13:45 , about an hour from now. Many local TV stations were on the scene, though Channel 5 would have the exclusives. 

“Katie should really be out here helping us,” Kori complained through her perfectly practiced smile, showing off her pearly whites as she fielded yet another round of inane questions, this time from a group of goggle-eyed, pimply twerps that looked like they should be in school. Questions about Melissa, of course. Still, she continued to try to beam through her forced smile. “And where the heckin’ heck is Bianca?”

“Yeah, Katie’s doing that job interview, with their old boss,” Lexi answered, handing her card to a sticky-looking guy from Channel 5 who’d wanted to talk about their camera access at the opening gala in the atrium tonight, “and Bianca’s…I dunno where Bianca is.” Though  a witch could come in really handy right about now. I'm sure they would have more than a few ways to quiet these people down. 

Kori just nodded behind subtly clenched teeth as she continued ushering people as best she could away from the front doors and the velvet-roped sections they’d set up. There were a few of the guys from the basement - Melissa’s ‘monkeys’ - that were arranging chairs behind the makeshift podium and trying their best to remain unseen. Cameras were already being assembled in place. Kori knew someone from the mayor’s office would be arriving soon, probably with their own team of people. As part of the Communications team, she knew it’d be partly her job to make sure everyone knew the deal. Lexi, though, was the one really running the show. 

Lexi Samuels, aka Agent 0FHMA011, had been placed in her position in large part to lay the groundwork for this event and to usher in what would soon follow: the aggressive marketing and expansion of Far Horizons Evolution Center into a nationwide brand of medical facilities that would prepare and serve the women of the upcoming new world order in the US. This, today, was ostensibly just a local press event, a silly ribbon-cutting to a new doctor’s office, but Lexi knew the plan was to have this ‘little event’ picked up nationally through the Movement’s burgeoning media empire. Their influence spanned an increasingly extensive web that already boggled Lexi’s mind, and the Movement’s power was only continuing to grow. Similar medical facilities had been successful in other countries where the Movement was more advanced, and had started carrying out their purpose. There was no reason that, with KOLECTV’s help, Far Horizon Evolution Centers couldn’t spring up in every major city from coast-to-coast in the next 12-18 months and from there help spread the Movement's agenda. That was the goal at least, and Lexi knew that her job security partially rested on how well things went today and tonight.  She had the support and guidance, of course, from higher-ups at Evolution, as well as Nexifem and KOLECTV, but boots-on-the-ground moments like these were really in her lap. 

Kori, a naive and semi-recent Communications grad from Syracuse, had actually been a big help. She seemed pretty committed to the cause and, without the benefit of the partial immunity to Melissa’s pheromones that Lexi’s exposure to Program had given her, Kori was also a dedicated Hive member and Melissa fan. That, for now at least, was fine. Also, her tits had recently gotten huge. 

Those pimply twerps from before were ogling them as we speak. 

“Scram you little creeps.” With a sheath of papers that held today's itinerary and logistics, Lexi shooed them away. After they scurried, a young blonde girl was left, and stood facing them seemingly undeterred. 

“Hello there,” Lexi greeted her, smiling her big smile. The young girl had caught her attention.Tanned, busty in a low-cut blue tee. Short-sleeved in the nice weather. She was fresh-faced as all get-out.

“Hi, Ms. Samuels?” the girl asked.

“Yes?” Lexi answered. If the girl knew her name, she’d done her research. 

“My name’s Tia,” she replied, “and I was wondering how I might go about applying for a lifeguard position.”

 Lexi nodded silently. There was something about this one that got her antennae up. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just up. Now, she knew they were still looking for lifeguards for the underground clinic pool. Would they hire teenagers?  “I'm afraid that’s really not my department, but…”

She looked at the girl. Young, really young. Something shimmered inside her, though. Lexi motioned her closer, speaking softly. “You’re on treatment, aren’t you?”

The girl froze, hesitating a bit. But after a quick sideways glance she replied. “No, but my teacher is. She’s in an experimental, like, study. She comes here for treatment, and it’s been working. On all of us,” she said, “so all us girls in her class have been…”

Her voice trailed off. Lexi knew what she meant to say. As natural a beauty as this girl appeared, her height, figure and composure were remarkable. 

“And the boys have been-?“  Lexi prompted, glancing and nodding at the pimply twerps that were now huddled over their phones several yards away. Her classmates, apparently. Here on a class trip? Suddenly they reminded her of small, shrunken little rodents.

“Yeah…they are.” Tia bit her lower lip as she glanced over at the little twerps, “…getting smaller.”

Lexi studied the girl’s reaction, putting it together: a high school teacher, a patient in the Product study clinic here probably, was building a hive of her students. The higher-ups, and the study-coordinator Gianna, were pretty picky-and-choosy about who they brought into the trial. This teacher must have some some sort of connection. Now it was Lexi’s turn to hesitate. She liked the girl well enough, but didn’t know what would transpire if a budding bee from another hive came to work here. What might happen if she was also exposed to Melissa’s pheromones, even if just for a few hours a week?

Could be cool.

“Tell you what,” Lexi said, “I’m going to take your pic, so I remember how adorable you are: smile…”

Tia smiled for Lexi.

“Here’s my card. Send me your stuff, if you have a resume or whatever. I’ll see what I can do about that lifeguard job…”

Lexi regarded her again, thought for a moment.

“Y’know what?” she asked, “We’re having a little gala event here tonight, celebrating the new opening.”

“Yeah I heard,” Tia answered.

This girl has done her homework, Lexi thought again. “How about you drop in, I can introduce you to a few people.”

“For real?” Tia squealed, suddenly belying her youth, eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, for real,” Lexi smiled, seeing how the promise of such a fancy, ‘adult’ event was so exciting to the teen, “I’ll get you on the list. Seven o’clock here, tonight. Let me know if you need a dress…”

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thx to ItsThePitts for providing inspiration for the Tia character. We'll see how she...develops. And, of course, RiF for edits.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 429: Hi Again, Jerry...p2

“Hiiii there…” Shanette purred as she, Josie and Katie stepped into the room to join me and this man. He had come to the office looking for a job, his hair slicked back and dressed in a polo shirt, trying to look presentable. Shanette and the others had known him from before, “It’s so nice to see you again…Jerry.”

The name rolled around her tongue and immediately I felt the energy coming from the three of them. They were buzzing, bulging, bursting with it. 

“Yeah hi Jerry,” Katie cooed, her eyes flashing. She tossed her mane of bleach blonde hair over her shoulder and closed the door behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder for a moment, her brilliant eyes locking onto his. I saw her struggle, like we all did some times, to hold back some newly awakened ability. 

The man, caught in her gaze, had not replied. His face had gone wide in disbelief. When I had greeted him earlier at the entrance of the building his face, I think, had done something similar. I had felt his gaze go from my feet, up my figure, and finally to my face. He was impressed, stunned by my body, but now, in front of  these three girls, he was apparently shocked even more. He had known them before, and now they looked so much different.

“Thanks for bringing him in, Lakshmi,” Shanette finished. She and Josie, like myself, were both dressed in pink scrubs while Katie wore a pink blouse and black pencil skirt. Pink was the uniform of the day, for the ribbon-cutting, at Melissa’s request.

“Yes, Lakshmi, thank you,” followed Josie. She was carrying a clipboard, one I recognized from the front desk. She was seemingly all business, but she was also chewing gum, which was unusual for her. Come to think of it, no one called me by my full name around the office anymore. Instead they had all taken to nicknames: ‘Kiki’, ‘Keeks’, ‘BoomBoom’ haha. It made me think that they all wanted to come across as very serious here. Professional. Despite the fact that I knew they were all just about ready to pop with excitement, they needed to look cool. Calm. Collected. Josie stepped right up to him. He was not a short guy, but Josie, at her new height, easily stood eye to eye with him - and though she was much younger she came across as taller, more authoritative.

Her commanding presence obviously shocked him, and seeing this her smile became crooked and she fixed him with a smoldering glare, sizing him up. She was more than likely twenty years younger than him and she used to be his office girl. Now, though, she certainly carried the weight of more authority. We all did. “Hi Jerry,” she purred, looking right into his eyes, “You're quiet. Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“H-h-hi Josie,” the man stammered. He was obviously nervous. He had been nervous this whole time. Melissa had asked me to  bring him here so he could do his job interview with Josie, Shanette and Katie. I had also been told to get some equipment ready; it was right here in the room with us allowing me the excuse to watch from the other side of the room as I worked on the device’s settings. We were in one of the procedure rooms in the Aesthetics Department, part of the new wing. No windows, or notable features, only sterile, white walls.

Katie stepped right up to him, followed by Shanette. I could read it in the two of them, and in Josie as well, the moment they all realized how much taller they were than him. They were excited.

Josie had told me that this guy, Jerry Miller, was their old boss. All three of them, along with Randi, Amelia, Stephanie, and of course Melissa had been salespeople and office workers over at the car dealership.That was before Melissa was hired here. Mr. Miller was, at the time, the General Manager there and, with the way the girls talked about him, he sounded like he was quite a di-....kind of a perv-....not all that easy to work for. Anyway, soon after Melissa became our Office Manager, she offered all of the girls new jobs, and brought them over to FHMA..  “How long has it been Jerry? Since we last seen each other? Two months?” Katie asked, reaching up to take hold of the collar of his navy-blue ‘Wellspring Honda’ polo. Standing at almost 6’4” in her white heels she towered over him by nearly six inches, and he was struggling already to keep her gaze and not glance down the open neckline of her pink, silken blouse. We all had big boobs now; Katie’s were big originally and now were some of the biggest. They seemed to be too much for the poor man to handle. “Obviously, a lot has changed,” Katie snickered as she pushed out her chest.

“Yeah, have you gotten shorter?” Shanette asked, fighting back a sly grin and squishing up to his side. She, unlike Katie, did not need heels to dwarf him. After Melissa, Shanette was the tallest of all of us. Even in her white clinic sneakers she stood at 6’3”. Her breasts were maybe the biggest too. She looked down on him, her eyes taking his gaze from Katie, and put a hand on his right shoulder. “Honestly, Jerry, you seem shorter.”

Mr. Miller, of course, had not gotten any shorter. These three girls, however - his ex-employees - had all grown taller. Much taller. They surrounded him, now, encircling him like a pride of huge, majestically gorgeous lionesses around a trembling deer. 

“So, Jerry,” Josie asked, a mischievous smile curling the edge of her lips as she looked down at her clipboard, slowly pulling a pen out from behind her ear, “we have some questions.” Glancing over from across the room, I could see the paper on the board myself: it was blank. They knew what they were going to do already;  they just wanted this “job interview” to look official. “Tell us, why do you want to work for Far Horizons…?”

“Yeah, Jerry,” Katie growled, she-lion that she was, “we used to work for you…” She bit her lower lip again and, with a fetching display of well-practiced flirtatiousness, straightened his collar and ran a single, manicured finger down his chest. The poor man obviously stood no chance. Her hair was so big and so blond, her heavy makeup was flawless warpaint. “…why exactly do you want to come and work for us?”

“It’s Melissa isn’t it?” Shanette answered for him, pushing herself into his shoulder and causing the man to visibly shudder. “You always liked talking to us at work, chatting us up, bothering us at our desks,” she continued, “but you were obsessed with Missy.”

“You really were…” purred Katie, running her fingers back up the shorter man’s chest, to cup his chin. 

“And you saw her on the news, didn’t you?” Josie asked, pretending to scribble something down onto the clipboard. Between Josie, Shanette, and Katie they had him nearly sandwiched. “You saw her interview, you saw how gorgeous she’s gotten, and-“

“And you wanted to see her again, didn’t you, Jerry?” Shanette pressed. Her breasts were now visibly squashed around his right shoulder, and the man was beginning to melt. The perfumes of all three of them - mine too, to be honest - hung in a cloud around him. 

I knew a little about what was happening, I had begun to come to some conclusions myself. These perfumes were pheromones, and we all made them. They were similar to ones that came from Melissa, similar to what this man, Jerry Miller, had been exposed to in the past. He had been without them, now, for several months, and he did not even know it himself but he missed them. Well, it was more like he subconsciously craved them. I had seen it in his face when he stepped into the building and took his first breath of its air. Laced with artificial pheromones made to mimic Melissa’s, it struck him like he was a junkie taking his first hit in ages. My own enhanced, but more natural, pheromones had quickly added to the effect, and now here he was, surrounded by us. The girls, as soon as they’d stepped into the room, had let their perfumes pour out and he was now swimming in them. Sinking, drowning, to be more precise. 

They squashed in closer. 

“So, Jerry, if you’re going to leave your job and come work for Melissa here,” Josie continued, still pretending like she was writing something on her clipboard, “You should know what the job entails.”

Mr. Miller nodded.

“He seems eager to help,” Katie commented.

“He really does,” Shanette agreed.

Josie went on to describe what sort of job they could make for him, here at the new Far Horizons Evolution Center. The women, of course, were in charge, she explained, but they did have some men on payroll. Quite a few, actually, though no one saw them too much. She was describing Melissa’s “monkeys”, of course, the men in the basement, and using the term “payroll” sort of creatively. As far as I knew, the men were not being paid but just being given food and housing for their services. That, and the chance to be nearer to her.

“We have enough gardeners, and maintenance guys, and cleaner-uppers,” Josie continued, still looking down at her empty sheath of paper, flipping through it for show. She comped on her gum. “But I don’t know if we yet have someone to sweep the parking lot…”

“Yeah that guy with the weird beard does that,” Shanette said. She’d taken to slowly rubbing his back.

“Oh yeah,” Josie nodded, checking her “list”. She bit the tip of her pen, pretending to be deep in thought, “How about - valet parker. You could park our cars for us?”

“That’s that Jamaican dude,” Katie offered, still holding Mr. Miller’s chin, “the cute-ish one.”

“Oh yeah, hmmm…hm hm hm…” Josie pondered. Then she looked over at me. “How about you, Ms. Vallurupalli, what do you think? What might be a good job for little Jerry here?”

I myself had, to this point, been staying quiet. This was a moment between Mr. Miller and his former employees, who had now far outgrown him. I was being asked for an opinion, though, something he could do.

“How about the laundry?” I offered, from where I was standing, watching, near the piece of equipment I’d soon be asked to use on him, “The new girls are all moving in, like fifty of them, and we’ll be here soon. I do not think they have anyone assigned yet to the laundry room in the second sub-basement?”

“Oooo that’s a good one Ki-...Ms. Vallurupalli..!” Shanette sang.

“Yeah, would you be up for that, Jerry?” Katie beamed, “Taking care of all our clothes for us?”

“Waiiiit…You wouldn’t perv out on our bras, would you?” Shanette asked.

“Omigod he totally would,” Katie answered.

“Okay okay…” Josie nodded, pretending to look through some notes, chewing her gum noisily, “How about he just does the men’s laundry? All the monkey clothes?”

“Yeah that’d work,” Shanette agreed.

“They each have, like, two sets of those overalls, right?” Katie added, “That’s it, right, pretty simple?”

Josie looked up at him. “How about that, Jerry? Want to work in the laundry?”

“S-sure,” he agreed, with a short stammer but no hesitation.

“We’ll have to okay that with the boss,” Josie said, making some checks on the blank papers, “but I don’t think Ms. Monroe will have any problem with it.”

At the sound of Melissa’s name, Mr. Miller’s eyes widened.

“Wow, he is so far gone,” Katie muttered, smiling, cocking his face, examining him, “We should get him in some overalls right away.” She pinched his cheek, leaned in. “You are going to look so cute in them!”

Jerry Miller blushed.

“Oh, look at you, so adorable!” Shanette sang, giggling. 

“Yeah, Jerry, most men couldn’t do this, come begging for a job from the girls who used to work for him,” Josie said, regarding him, “Like, they would just melt away, thinking that their masculinity would be gone forever.”

“Yeah but not you, Jerry,” Shanette cooed, squeezing her big breasts into the quivering man, “You have true masculinity. You’re a real man.”

“Real men know their place,” Katie added. Her hands were now on her hips. 

“Real men don’t mind working for women, supporting them,” Josie smiled. She chewed on her gum slowly; it snapped in her teeth. “Do you support Ms. Monroe, Jerry?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” he stuttered. 

“I dunno…” Katie spoke, cocking her head as she looked down at him. Her eye had become wary. “Lots of men like her tits, Jerry,” she said, “Are you just one of those?”

“Yeah, Jerry…” Shanette said, backing off of his arm, “Are you?”

“N-no, I promise,” he sputtered, sounding earnest, “I…I worship M-Melissa.”

The girls got a little quiet. I had gasped. 

“Really, Jerry, you worship her?” Katie asked, the first to speak. 

“I..I do,” he answered. He hadn’t even hesitated. 

The girls, and me…we all looked at one another. 

“Ready to, like, do anything for her?” Shanette asked. 

“Y-yeah,” he promised. “for sure.”

At that, suddenly, Josie spit out her gum. It hit Katie’s shoe, stuck to it. . 

Katie gasped, barked a laugh. 

“Go down there and pick it up,” Josie said, to Jerry. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Go ahead…” Shanette nodded, as Katie just stood, now straighter, and smiled, “get down and pick it up.”

“Yeah, you don’t think Ms. Monroe would want one of her best friends to have gum on her shoe, would you?”

“No, definitely not,” purred Shanette. 

I watched in amazement as, with Katie just standing there with her hands on her hips, this man crouched down, reached his hand towards the wad of g-

“No, with your mouth,” Josie ordered. 

“Josie..!” Shanette laughed. 

“Shhh…let’s see if he does it,” Josie gleamed, “C’mon, Jerry, on your knees. Get that gum off of Ms. O’Rourke’s pretty, white, high-heel shoe.”

“Yeah, on your knees,” someone said. 

Wait, that was me. 

Katie stood taller and merely watched as this man, her former boss that she knew considered her a ditzy salesgirl more useful as eye candy to draw in customers than a real member of the sales team, prostrated himself at her feet. 

“I bet you wish this was Melissa, huh?” Josie said, “Now get that gum.”

We all watched, holding back our giggles of glee, as Jerry Miller, former General Manager of Wellspring Honda, bent his lips down close to the tip of Katie’s white pump. He looked up, only to see Katie peering down her nose at him over the big swell of her chest. She was no longer smiling. 

Women are so fucking strong, I immediately thought, We are going to rule this planet. 

Jerry had paused. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing. 

“Go ahead, Jerry,” Katie told him, flatly. . 

He picked off Josie’s gum with his lips, drew it in. 

“Stop right there,” Josie said, before he could back away even an inch. “and kiss her foot.”

With no hesitation, looking up at Katie, regal in haughty placidity, he kissed her white, patent-leather shoe with a pucker and smack. 

“Again,” Josie commanded. 

He obeyed. Another kiss to her foot. 

“Good boy,” Josie said, “Now chew it.”

“Chew the gum,” Shanette told him. 

More slowly now, like a dim child, he obeyed. He began tentatively to chew Josie’s spat-out, discarded gum. He was still on his knees, and looking up at Katie. 

“Eat it,” Katie said. 

He paused. He stopped chewing. 

“Swallow it, now,” she said, commanded. 

He did as he was told, with a barely audible <gulp>.

The girls, all of us now, lauded him with purrs that had changed to growls.

“You have got the job,” someone said. 

That was me, again. 

“Kiki get it turned on,” Josie said, nodding at the large white device I’d readied for him. “And stand up, Jerry,” she ordered, “Where do you want him?”

“He can stand right there,” I answered, as the girls pulled Mr. Miller up to his feet. I was concentrating, having only learned how to use this device last week. I could tell he was looking at me as I prepared the unit, checking the settings on the handheld. My woman’s intuition, though, told me that instead of looking at what I was preparing to use on him, the man was staring at my butt. They all seemed to, these days. Sometimes, even at my normal weight, I felt like my rear end had its own gravity, and they were all drawn to it. 

I turned, and stepped towards him. Since he had been stood up, and still surrounded by the girls who all stood taller than him, he looked more little than ever. I clicked on the device in my hand, which was attached to the larger part of the unit by a long cord, and it started humming. Suddenly he looked nervous. 

“Jerry, oh, you’re shaking,” Shanette cooed, “What is it? Are you scared of big girls?”

“Wh-what is that?” he finally asked. 

It is a Laser-assisted Galvanic Short-Wave Electrolysis Machine, I said to myself. He would not need to know that, though. “We are going to use it to shave your head,” I instead told him.

“Permanently,” Josie said. 

“It’s going to remove all your hair,” Shanette added. 

“Forever, Jerry,” finished Katie. 

While I moved the buzzing instrument I held in my hand over Jerry’s scalp,his short brown hair falling off of him while the current killed his follicles, the girls held him. His head was properly bowed and while the four of us chided him and praised his obedient compliance, he stayed quiet.  Though he had a hard time not looking at Shanette’s chest.

When I was almost done, his head nearly bald, Katie spoke up to him. 

“You know Shanette’s got a boyfriend, Jerry,” she said. 

“Yeah I don’t know if Scottie would appreciate you looking at his girlfriend’s knockers,” Josie added. 

Shanette merely giggled. “It’s okay, Jerry, you can look down,” she purred, “In fact, I was guessing you might. Little guys like you get all weird these days when they look at women’s chests.”

I was done with his electrolysis. He would never grow hair again. 

Shanette reached out and rubbed his newly-bald pate. “Wanna get weird with us, Jerry?”

“The door’s closed, Jerry…” Josie commented. 

“You can pull down those pants…” Katie said. 

They are going to make him jerk off, right in front of us.

“Yeah you’ve got the job, you won’t need them anymore…”

“We’ve got some overalls for you…”

“…and a place in the basement, Jerry.”

“You will like it there, Mr. Miller.”

“You can worship all you want…”

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Growing into the Job, Post 428: Hi Again, Jerry...p1

“Hi, I am Lakshmi,” I told him, picking out the particularly tired and desperate man from the growing crowd surrounding the building’s front entrance. As of this morning we had taken to not letting anyone in without an appointment. “You must be Mr. Miller, for the job interview?”

“Yes, hi…J-Jerry,” he replied, offering his name, his hand, and looking at my chest.

I shook his hand, clammy, and glanced over his shoulder. There were a greater number of people here than anyone had anticipated, and they were early for the press event. More than a few news trucks already sat at the far side of the parking lot, setting up their gear. “Why don’t you come in with me?” I told Mr. Miller as I ushered him inside, away from a small horde of enthusiastic male fans.

As we reached the doors two girls - Lexi and Kori, from our marketing and communications departments - passed by us; they were coming out to manage the press. I brought Mr. Miller into the huge new atrium. He immediately gasped. That towering statue at the far end of the lobby is quite the sight, haha. The poor man's skin, already pale, went completely white and he froze. It was then that I noticed the dark circles hanging under his eyes and the rumpled state of his clothing; it was obvious that he had not slept in days. Where before, his gaze may have been skittishly jumping back and forth, drawn in to any woman he passed, now he could only look up and up…and up.

He was struck, dumbfounded. We had been told to expect that kind of reaction from Melissa’s new followers. And it was explained to us that it was, despite appearances, not a statue of Melissa.

Sure.

“Come along,” I instructed, and beckoned him deeper into the building, “The equipment is ready, and we do not want to keep anyone waiting.”

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