Angel Investors - Follow-Up to The Designer Male

Everything changed for Michelle Becker seven years ago. That was when she, along with Tiffany Furrow, had founded Biosync International – then a tiny startup, now a corporate powerhouse at the cutting edge of applied genetics and related research. While Tiffany was very much the public face of the company, it was Michelle, as head of genetic research, who’d done the scientific heavy lifting. But as brilliant and creative as Michelle was, she’d had outside help, and after all these years she was beginning to question it.

Currently, she was driving on the interstate, heading toward the outskirts of the city. She followed the chirping and strange lights of her device—the device they gave her seven years ago. It was technologically advanced, more so than anything she’d ever seen before. The ‘angel investors’ usually only communicated through it, a crisp, female voice. But this time they wanted to meet. Michelle was following a strange, digital haze produced by the device. She was certain no one outside the car could see it.

Just then, her phone rang. She tapped her earpiece.

“Do you realize what today is?” said Tiffany. Michelle glanced at her watch but couldn’t come up with any significant date. But Tiffany hardly waited for an answer. She was jubilant this morning. “It’s the fifth-year anniversary of the day we envisioned the Designer Male.

The fifth-year anniversary of me planting the idea in your head, she thought but did not say. The strange, wavy line led her off the interstate and down a service road.

“That’s right. Did you ever think you’d move from being the CEO of a biogenetics company to the CEO of a glorified sextoy company?”

“Funny,” she said, and then she tried to hide a moan. She dipped into her own product quite a bit. It was hard to believe that Dyson was still around. “So where are you, anyway? Are you coming in today?”

Michelle pulled into a parking lot just outside a warehouse on the east end of the Jefferson lot. From here she could see the upper decks of ships as they moved in and out of harbor. This place wasn’t well-lit, and it certainly didn’t help that the rain was pouring down, casting a somber, cloudy morning into a dark and dismal one. She didn’t like being here, but hopefully her benefactors wouldn’t want to talk long. The green light had settled on the warehouse doors.

“I’m at the airport,” she said. “Going to visit my mom for a few days. She’s been sick.”

“Oh,” said Tiffany, voice dropping. And it was the perfect cover story because they rarely talked about their families. In five years, they’d developed little more than their carnal feelings. “When will you be back?”

“Hopefully next Wednesday.”

“But we’re launching the two-third scale on Tuesday.”

Their company, which dealt in cloned males who were then shrunken down for sexual purposes, was about to release a larger male, perfect for the lady who wanted someone small—but not too small—to boss around. Neither Tiffany nor Michelle expected them to perform well, as the marketing analysis suggested ladies liked men between three and twenty-four inches tall. Still, this would ease tension with investors and get them off their backs for a while.

But if Michelle had it her way, she wouldn’t need to deal with the company ever again.

“I’m sorry, love. You know it’s going to be a dud. If anyone asks, you tell them that your lead designer is busy working on a new product that’s going to blow their minds.”

“And is my lead designer really working on a new product that’s going to blow their minds?”

Michelle could hear the smile in her voice and she said, “maybe,” but both knew it was a lie.

Just then, she saw one of the warehouse doors slide open through the sheets of rain. It was completely black on the other side. Then, an elegant woman stepped into the doorway. She was wearing a tight, sleek skirt and a grey blouse. On her feet were heels that forced her weight onto her toes and made her calves ripple. Dark, sheer hose covered every inch of her lovely legs. Her hair was so blond that it was almost white, and from this distance, through the rain, it melted against her bright skin in a way that made her look bald. She held up a hand and motioned for Michelle to join her.

“You still there?” said Tiffany. “You went really quiet.”

“S-sorry,” said Michelle. “I was listening to the P.A. system. I’m about to board my flight. Talk soon?”

“Yes, ma’am. Tell your mother hello for me.”

“I will. Love you, girl,” and then she hung up without even getting a response.

She sprouted her umbrella out the door, then stepped out. There were no others around—this dock was empty on the weekends and that’s why her benefactor had chosen it. These people were so secretive, like spies in a paperback thriller.

At the door, the woman appeared taller than she’d seemed when Michelle was in the car. She was also far more beautiful, as she wasn’t bald-looking as first thought, but keeping her long, straight locks pulled back in a tight knot. The skirt and blouse did little to accentuate her magnificent body, but she wasn’t shy to show off her toned, ballet dancer’s legs.

“Michelle? Good to meet you at long last.”

Kara, she called herself. Michelle had spoken with her on the phone many times in the last seven years she’d known her. Kara had swooped in as an angel investor and saved Biosync International. It was Kara’s genetic coding that made shrinking possible. Michelle was a hack, but no one knew that. She had a decidedly unequal relationship with her angel investor and she knew the day would come when it would all need to be repaid. Apparently today was that day.

“Good to meet you, too. So what are we doing here?” She stepped just inside the warehouse so that she was out of the rain and could close her umbrella.

Kara appraised her for a moment, her blue eyes almost glowing in the low light. She smiled and it was off-putting because Michelle realized no one knew she was here. This woman could pull out a gun and splatter her brains and there wouldn’t be anyone to find her. But that seemed preposterous after the seven-year relationship they had.

“We are going for a little journey. Follow me.”

She turned and headed deeper into the dark warehouse, heels clicking on the stone floor. Michelle wondered if this woman—or whatever she could be called—had better vision for seeing in the dark. But as soon as the heels stopped clicking, Michelle came to a sudden halt at her back. There was a door in the center of the massive, empty warehouse.

Michelle moved around it—there was no room on the other side. It connected to nothing. How odd to see just a wooden door standing upright in the middle of a warehouse. But when Kara opened it, the world filled with light. She stepped aside and said, “After you.”

Michelle stared into the light. There were no shapes, no evidence of a room or people. It was just a swirling vortex of pretty colors. She could’ve stared at it for hours but knew she needed to get this meeting underway. Rather than face the strange portal head on, she rested her chin on her chest, clamped her eyes tight, then rushed through.

A cold chill hit her face, as if she’d just stepped into a walk-in freezer. But that sensation passed and now she was feeling as comfortable as if she were on a beach, or nestled by a cozy fire. Her immediate reaction was that she was in a teahouse—paper walls, teak wood, boxy, candlelit chandeliers. The only marked difference was the size and scale. It was so much larger than any room she’d ever been in. Even the cathedral of St. Mary that she visited while vacationing in Ireland was nowhere as big.

And there were people everywhere.

Most of them were women, towering, elegant and beautiful. Michelle felt her blood go cold because the only experience she had with shrinking technology was permanent, and here she was—the smallest in the room. Even the few men running about were larger than her, and that notion made her sick.

Most of the big women were being pampered. This was some sort of cosmic spa and Michelle loved the idea of it, but she wanted to be a little further from the ground. Not all women here were created equal, as some were small, half-sized to their biggest counterparts. Their roles were also varied—while all men were servants, so too were a few of the women. Michelle watched a pair of half-sized women tending to a larger, executive-looking boss’s feet.

The ground thudded as a giant pair of heels flanked her. Michelle looked up, eyes running the full length of the stockinged legs and to the blackness beneath the skirt. She didn’t need to see the face to know that this was Kara, now appearing as large as sixty feet tall. The giantess took a few steps forward, the pointy heel of her shoe coming down dangerously close to the shrunken woman. Then, a loud screech as Kara turned around and faced her.

“Like what you see?”

“Did you . . . shrink me? Or is everyone else giant?”

“It really doesn’t work that way. We’re in a dimensional pocket between worlds. Things like size and space are relative here. But if it helps you cope better, you can pretend we’re all giant and you’re still the same size.”

That didn’t help her cope at all. Dimensional pocket? Size and space? Who were these people? Michelle was starting to believe that they weren’t people at all, that they came from somewhere far, far away.

“Can I get big again? Please? This is demeaning. Women aren’t supposed to be small.”

She cackled and it made her breasts bounce, small and round as they were. Kara put a hand on her hip and appraised the tiny woman with a look somewhere between adoration and surprise. “Your race has enjoyed the fairer sex for a long time. But where I come from . . . where we come from, there is still a social order amongst women.”

“And where is it you come from?”

Again, the perfect smile as if the gears in her head were turning. “We come from a place where civilization is old as time. You . . . you are just starting out. The cradle of life here still has a fresh coat of paint on it.”

Michelle didn’t know what that meant, and she assumed this girl was going to talk in riddles without providing any real information. She locked her leg and crossed her arms, feeling silly to make a stand at such a small size.

“Why did you call me here?” she asked.

“I have a task for you,” said the giantess. And then she placed a hand in the air, palm facing Michelle. A tiny pinprick of light appeared, then swelled into a mass that covered her entire arm. Before Michelle could question it, she felt an odd sensation in her stomach, like a tugging at her navel.

The world began to shrink. If any of those around cared or noticed, they didn’t show it. They simply continued on serving the giant women. Michelle was envious of them, even though it seemed she was getting her size back—or perhaps she was already normal, as Kara suggested—and was now growing into a true giantess. While helping to align the code for shrinking cloned males, she never considered the idea of an enlarged female.

But she wasn’t truly meant to be an enlarged female even now. When she reached Kara’s belt—a nice, golden clasp that reflected like a headlamp—she stopped growing. Relative to the giantess, she felt no more than three feet tall. Michelle turned her hands over and inspected them as if something had gone wrong. Then she stared up at a smiling, jubilant Kara.

“What happened?”

“You have to earn Vixen size,” said the woman. “And you’ve done no such thing. But you may. Come with me.”

Her shoulders slumped, defeated. She followed Kara—or more precisely Kara’s ass—around a corner where more women were being pampered by smaller servants. There was no one bigger than Kara but there were quite a few the same size as Michelle. They were all set up around a central dais, the only purpose it seemed, to service large women.

She counted at least five women, all sized similar to Kara, wearing business suits. These looked like normal girls Michelle had seen around college in upstate New York—the kind of women who talked a mile a minute, didn’t see those around her, and walked with purpose. If not for their purplish eyes and oddly shaped facial features, Michelle would’ve thought they were normal. But nothing about this was normal.

“So you’re aliens,” she said, wondering if Kara could hear her with such a fast gait across the room. But then the giantess stopped suddenly and Michelle plowed into her backside, smelling the fine perfume on her skin, and the soft, expensive fabric on her body. She turned around, peered down at the smaller woman, and smiled.

“We have been watching your species for a long time. And now it’s time you know about us. We have already implemented phase one. Now we’re ready for phase two.”

“Phase one?” asked Michelle. “You mean giving us the shrinking technology.”

Kara laughed, and from this close, Michelle could see the roof of her mouth. She shook her head. “No, sweetheart. That was merely a bonus. Phase one was getting rid of all the men. Urging you toward a perfect genetic code for women. I think it’s worked out marvelously.”

“So . . . you killed the men? The virus was you?”

She nodded.

It was long ago when all the men died. The world was rocked by such changes but women were resilient. They figured out how to do all the things men left behind. And because of their duty to each other and their species, women excelled and carried themselves forward. No one today would care how or why the virus happened, but Michelle did find it rather jarring. If a race of aliens could so easily wipe out half the population, what else where they capable of doing?

“And phase two?”

“Soon. Right now, I want to show you something.” She stepped in front of a lounge chair and sat, then slid up until her whole body was on it. She kicked out of her shoes, the heels clattering to the floor. Just before Michelle could say anything, a pair of tiny men, but knee-high to the already small girl, came running from an oval hole on the wall. Each grabbed a shoe and began dragging it back to where they emerged, a door swishing shut behind them.

Kara’s large feet were hanging directly in front of Michelle’s face. The soles were exquisite, shrouded by a barely-there ‘mist’ of sheer fabric that adhered to her contours perfectly. She spread her toes, pulling the taut fabric until it was lighter, then snapped them back together. Michelle, unsure why, reached out and put her hand across the sole. She told herself it was the fabric that attracted her, and perhaps that was the truth, but it wasn’t the only truth.

“Go on. Rub them,” she said, placing her arms to her sides. A tiny remote appeared at her side and she dialed in a few numbers before it melted away, like iron shavings falling off. Then, a tiny ramp appeared at her thigh, swinging down from a box along the ceiling. Three tiny men came walking down. They hopped onto Kara’s thigh and then the ramp vanished. Michelle watched in fascination as they each began to massage a part of her body—two of them taking a thigh and one of them, now stripped down to nothing, disappearing between her legs.

Michelle wasn’t sure what came over her. All she cared about was the pair of feet in front of her, and the woman attached to them. She knew little of Kara, but knew enough that she wanted to please her, to leave her satisfied. The small woman leaned in, burying her face against the sole, feeling the heat rolling off it. She wrapped her arms around it and hugged it like a small person before pulling back and pushing her hands against it.

All around the room, other women were enjoying the same pleasures. This hub seemed to cater to females of all species—Michelle was certain none of them were human, although they shared several characteristics. Just this morning she assumed the universe was empty except her own floating space rock. But that wasn’t true at all—there was a vast world out there and they all seemed united in their carnal desires.

“Do you understand what’s happening right now?” asked Kara, her voice light and breezy as the men got to work.

“No.”

“My pheromones are making you more susceptible. It’s a gift of my kind. One of many, actually. How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” she said, and although Kara’s words would be lost to the back of her brain in only a matter of seconds, she still understood what was happening. Regardless of their superior technology, these women, who could control the sexual wiles of others with such ease, were certainly a force to be reckoned with.

“Then go on, and if you do a good job, I may tell you your role in all this.”

The forbidden knowledge was secondary in that moment, for all she wanted to do was a good job. She used her fingers, normally small and stubby but now the perfect size to hook into claws and massage. Kara’s entire body relaxed, and when she spread her legs just right, Michelle could see the tiny feet of the man hanging from the darkness beyond her skirt.

Kara redirected her attention by pushing her foot against Michelle’s face. The tinier woman went back to work, massaging the sole, moving her hands flat along the smooth surface of the hose. She didn’t understand this fabric—it felt so odd, almost like living water. She was quite certain nothing like it existed on earth—a fact that should’ve been stranger than she originally thought.

“Do you give good pedicures?” asked the giantess.

“How would I even know?” Michelle answered. “I pay someone to do that.”

And then she thought she was growing. But it wasn’t that—it was a platform rising out of the floor beneath her. She rose a few feet into the air so that Kara’s large feet were in a better position. With a tap at her kneecap, the hose turned to liquid and then ran off the sides of her legs. But that wasn’t quite right, either. This ‘liquid’ left no wetness behind. Michelle wasn’t much into science fiction, but she was certain this was some sort of advanced nanotech hosiery.

A table sprouted from the floor, rising high enough for Michelle to reach. On it were several bottles of oversized nail polish, a file, stripper, and toe spreaders. She looked at the assortment with a mix of offense and anger. When she stared at Kara, wondering why she was forced to do something so beneath her, a shimmering wall appeared between them. It was pink and it dissipated as quickly as it had come. And then, her annoyance and rejection melted away. She picked up the file and went to work.

Kara had exquisite feet—they reminded her of Tiffany’s, only Tiffany’s weren’t twenty inches long. These had slender toes and high arches—what Michelle considered the perfect shape for a woman’s foot. Her toenails were slightly longer than would be expected of a woman so steeped in a corporate aesthetic, but Michelle found this alluring—part of her alien charm. The giantess’ satin skin emitted something floral—either some exotic perfume or maybe her natural scent. Michelle chose to believe the latter, as the girl’s pheromones were off the chart the moment the hose melted away.

An hour later and she was sweating. More giant ladies strolled into the spa, took their turn in the seats, and then left. She was distracted for a moment by a twelve-foot-tall woman who stripped naked, then lay on her stomach. After that, a spout appeared behind her and a torrent of tiny men and women tumbled out, landing on her back. Each of them began to march on her tense flesh while she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes.

When Michelle was finished and she was placing the lid back on the nail polish—a pretty blue that matched the giantess’s eyes—she turned her attention to the next task. She wasn’t sure what it would be, but that’s when Kara slid her feet back, knees bent, and inspected the work. She seemed pleased, which pleased Michelle.

“These males have shortcomings, no?” said the giantess, and she reached beneath her skirt and pulled out the tiny man who’d been between her legs. He went to work over an hour ago and Michelle had forgotten all about him. He was drenched, his little chest heaving in and out as he grappled for breath. Kara held him up by his ankle and tossed him into a receptacle bin that appeared and just as quickly vanished. “I think I need a proper send-off to go with this wonderful pedicure. What do you say?” She spread her toes and squeezed them, perhaps admiring her reflection in the glossy paint.

“I suppose,” she said, and the platform moved a little higher and then merged with the edge of the lounge chair, as if it were two puddles of water converging into one. All of Michelle’s sexual encounters were with women, with the exception of shrunken man playtime. But to please a giant woman—that would be an entirely new venture . . .

Michelle looked down and all of her clothes were gone. She didn’t even feel them slide off, nor turn insubstantial the way matter seemed to behave in this world. It was all so odd, so disconcerting, yet invigorating at the same time. She loved the idea that every aspect of an environment could be controlled. And she was going to do whatever she could to learn the ways of these women . . .

The smaller girl felt no shame or embarrassment as she climbed atop the lounge chair, positioning herself between Kara’s legs. She braced herself on the woman’s knees for support, then used her hands to push the legs further apart. The pair of tiny men who’d been massaging the giantess’s lower half moved to the edge of the lounge chair and then hopped off. They ran through a door along the bottom of the wall.

And like her own clothes, Kara’s also vanished. It was so quick, without any sort of sound or visual cue to warn her. It was as if these women could shut off whatever part of reality they wanted. With the giantess completely nude, Michelle took a moment to drink in her body—her shaved pussy, the long, swollen lips. She had no belly button, but it didn’t matter anyway because her stomach was lost in a ripple of muscles. She had smaller breasts but her areolas were large and dark. The nipples stood tall, waiting to be touched. A bright red had risen to Kara’s cheeks as the giantess awaited her little playmate.

“Start with the clit, would ya? A man has no clue what to do with one of those.”

She wanted to say that Eugene, her personal tiny man, knew exactly what to do. But that was only because he—like all his sextoy brethren—had been modified to know. But she didn’t say that at all. She just smiled and licked her lips and began kissing up the massive length of thigh.

Goosebumps spread under her tongue as she tasted the giantess’s skin. This woman was such an odd, alluring mix of alien and human! Her body responded to pleasure, her scents and tastes were familiar. But each time Michelle made the mistake of comparing her to a human, she was quickly reminded that she wasn’t that at all. Kara’s voice had an odd treble to it that made it sound like she was singing. Her brilliant eyes bored right into Michelle’s soul. And the pheromones left the tiny woman feeling light and free. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say these women were bred for seduction and pleasure . . .

Her lips glided across the thighs, picking up no trace of stubble, which Michelle assumed would be there given the size difference. But this woman’s flesh, aside from the goosebumps, was as smooth as a length of silk. The tiny woman licked the rest of the way, glancing her tongue across the pink, swollen labia that had already seen an hour’s worth of action from the tiny man. Kara giggled in response, then dropped a hand across Michelle’s head.

The small lady moved up to the clit, feeling it throb under her tongue. Kara’s body went rigid, half from anticipation and half from enjoyment. Michelle shouldered her way up until she was positioned directly over the swollen member, then leaned forward on her elbows. She rested her forearms along the girl’s lower stomach, rubbing gently while she buried her face. Kara fought the urge to buck off the lounger but she managed to remain perfectly still. One of her large hands draped over Michelle’s back while the other went unseen by her body, perhaps clutching the edge of the chair.

Michelle was used to doing this particular activity, although a clit the size of a golf ball was a new venture. She still treated it as she would Tiffany’s own engorged member, licking it, kissing it, sucking, and finally gently grabbing it with her teeth. This was a fun and naughty way to build trust, and it only served to make Kara shake. Michelle considered it a win if she could bring her to such trembling.

Now to get her off . . .

Michelle eased her hand up, rubbed along her slit, then gently pushed her fingers in. at this size, her whole hand could serve the same function as a dick, although Kara had probably never experienced one. Right now, she was trying to buck again, but was winning the fight. Michelle kept easing in until her entire forearm was gone. Then, she went back to work on the clit, using her tongue to stimulate one pleasure zone, and her fingers to stimulate another. The result was a howling Kara.

The wetness blossomed around her arm and then gushed out. Michelle withdrew her fingers and fell back on the lounger between her legs. Kara was panting heavily, one hand draped lazily across her stomach and the other testing the sensitivity of her satisfied pussy. She gave the tinier woman a brief smile and sat up.

“Let’s get you dressed and a little bigger . . .”

***

Ten minutes later, both women were clean and fully dressed. The same technology that whisked away clothing could also take away wetness. In addition, Kara made Michelle swell to equal height, and now she felt the same as the Vixens—powerful and in-charge. She reminded herself that such power could be taken away quite quickly.

“We are ready to start phase two and you are going to help roll that out,” said Kara. “Sit.” She pushed Michelle into the lounger where she’d just been serviced and held her down with a firm hand. That’s when Michelle noticed another woman, equally beautiful and unique as all the rest. She was holding a platter, and upon the platter was a menacing looking jet injector filled with a clear solution.

“Wait, what’s that?” Michelle asked, feeling her heart sink. She tried to sit up but Kara held her down with seemingly superhuman strength.

“Something to make you powerful. You’ll love it.”

At the mention of power, Michelle relaxed. In the next moment, a searing pain struck her neck, followed by an intense heat that made her cry out. Her eyes became watery and her senses went haywire, but soon after it all settled again, and she looked back at Kara with wide, questioning eyes.

“I don’t . . . feel any different.”

“And you won’t for a few days. But then you’ll notice. Come, let’s get you back to your car.”

“That’s it?” Michelle said, sliding off the lounger. She was rubbing her sore neck. The tingling was still there, like little fire ants boring into her skin. “You arranged a meeting so I could pleasure you and get jabbed in the neck?”

“I arranged a meeting to see what you were like in person, and to see if you’d suit our needs. Lucky for you, you’re perfect.”

They walked past the salon where a pair of high-level ladies (now of equal size) were having their hair done by teams of tiny men. Some of them used combs and brushes as long as their whole bodies. This place was decadent, and Michelle was a little sad to be leaving it. Perhaps she’d get to come back.

“Just tell me what you want me to do,” she said, a little tired and defeated.

Kara stopped at the doorway that would lead back to the warehouse. She said, “Your people are going to build these all over your planet.” She raised her hand and a strange box appeared—but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a box at all. It was a building with a pair of smokestacks rising from the top.

“What is it?”

“It’s a blueprint for a terraforming machine. Your planet’s conditions aren’t optimal for my kind.”

“So you want me to kill my people to make room for yours?”

Kara looked stunned and she quickly pulled the blueprint away. “I want no such thing. The changes won’t be drastic. Your people will live just fine. But we will promote cellular growth, and in the years to come . . . you’ll all be giants. Which is exactly what we want.”

“I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay. You don’t need all the answers. Just use Biosync’s influence to build our terraformers.”

“What makes you think they’re going to listen to me? I represent only half of this company. My . . . friend, may not see it the same way.”

Kara crept close enough to kiss, her vibrant eyes sparkling. She raised a hand, then used her finger to stroke the sore spot on Michelle’s neck. She tapped the lump that was forming beneath the skin—something was embedded in there. “With this, they’ll do anything you want . . .”

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