Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Her body was too well developed. That bulge of breast as she lay there, the breadth of her hips.

-“The Shrinking Man”, by Richard Matheson

Chad ran toward a looming wall of fabric. He saw a dark gap underneath, nearly as high as he was tall. Moving quickly, he ducked under the curtain of cloth as though he were running backstage at a theatre. In the shadowy room there wasn’t much Chad could see. It was almost pitch black at first, before his eyes began to adjust. Chad swatted at cobwebs that clung to his face, disgustingly thick and sticky, coated in dust. For a brief second, Chad’s mind leapt to the disturbing thought of how big a spider would be in comparison to him now. But he pushed the image aside. He had bigger and more pressing worries.

Chad could hear Ms. Belmont’s footsteps, but they were surprisingly quiet considering how big she was compared to him now. She was walking around her apartment in her stockinged feet and didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry. Chad heard her sigh in annoyance.

“Come on, Chadwick.” Ms. Belmont’s voice carried down the hallway. “I had a long day and so did you. Do you really want to make me angry?”

Chad stepped further back into the darkness.

“Fine,” Ms. Belmont said. Her voice was closer now. “If that’s the way you want it.”

Chad saw a light snap on in the hall. He heard steps and the sound of rummaging in the distance. Then the light went off. Chad felt himself shaking. He was hiding like some mouse from his fempowerment-obsessed boss. Even in his worst nightmares, he hadn’t imagined something like this could be possible. Chad longed for the days when all he had to contend with was the snickering of Vicki at the office or the frustration of lower pay.

The silhouette of two ankles came into view. A light suddenly filled the room Chad was hiding in, illuminating a long horizontal gap where he’d run under. Ruffled purple fabric lined the top of the gap. Chad was hidden far back in the shadows across a plain of dust-bunnies. He realized suddenly that he was hiding in under a bed. He’d hidden in an incredibly cliché and obvious spot.

Ms. Belmont moved into the room and she shut the door. Chad watched her walk across the floor and he heard the sound of drawers opening and various items being pushed around. A shadow grew around Ms. Belmont’s two stockinged feet as she shifted into a crouch. Suddenly, her face dropped into view. An intense light blinded Chad as Ms. Belmont used her phone’s flashlight-mode to light up the shadows under the bed. Chad held a hand over his face against the brightness of the LED.

“There you are!” Ms. Belmont said. She reached out toward him with one hand, but Chad ran from her grasping fingers. He scurried along the baseboards at the back of the bed and out from underneath, barely avoiding Ms. Belmont’s palm as it slammed into the floor beside him.

“Get the fuck back here, you little toy!” Ms. Belmont roared. “Ugh, there’s so much dust under there. The Nexifem cleaning-boy they send over seriously needs a pay cut!”

Chad ran toward the door, but it was closed and loomed above him like the blank face of some towering apartment building. He panicked and whirled about.

Ms. Belmont stood up and pivoted in a surprisingly quick motion, slamming her foot down just as Chad moved out of the way. Her stocking-clad toes impacted the floor a fraction of a second after he moved aside. He could see her toe nails under the sheer nylon, painted a pastel shade of pink. Her pretty delicate toes were now each close to the size of his calf, at the minimum. Chad screamed in terror and tried to run, but Ms. Belmont’s other foot hit him in the back and sent him sprawling across the floor. She crouched down and covered Chad’s small body with her hand, pinning him to the floor. Chad felt Ms. Belmont’s fingers curl around his waist, squeezing tight in a grip from just under his armpits down past his hips. Chad kicked his tiny legs the air as Ms. Belmont stood up with him in her firm grip.

She brought him up to her face, her eyes glittering with displeasure. “You think you can run from what’s happening in the world? Hmm?” She hissed.

Chad stared in fear at Ms. Belmont’s curled upper lip and her wet white teeth. Her hot breath surrounded him. Ms. Belmont clearly understood that he wasn’t just fleeing from her. She cut right to his feelings and the deeper reasons why he’d run.

“You can’t get away from it, or from me,” Ms. Belmont said, squeezing Chad until he was uncomfortable. “But the fact that you think you can is reason enough to make you even smaller.”

“NOOO!!” Chad screamed. His tiny voice coming out in as much force as he could muster.

“Oh yes,” Ms. Belmont said, her voice resonating over Chad’s. She had begun to walk. “But first, you need to be washed off. You’re disgusting.”

Ms. Belmont entered a brightly lit bathroom and turned on the hand sink tap. She unceremoniously shoved Chad under the water, plunging him into an icy cascade. He gasped at the coldness of the water, sputtering under the strong flow. The temperature slowly began to rise to a comfortable warmth as Ms. Belmont pumped lavender-scented hand-soap with her free hand. She rubbed soap over Chad’s squirming frame, lathering his entire body up and pushing him back under the faucet. She did this repeatedly. Chad quickly learned to close his eyes when she applied the soap and his mouth when he was shoved under the water.

Chad coughed and inhaled deeply as Ms. Belmont pulled him from the sink and set him down with surprising gentleness on the counter. She pulled a hand-towel from the closet and patted his body down, just enough to be somewhat dry.

“There, much better,” Ms. Belmont said. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at Chad as he stood on her bathroom cabinet next to the sink. The water gurgled softly as it drained.

“You know, I would like to take a shower myself,” Ms. Belmont mused.

She tilted her head, thinking, then her hand came behind Chad and prodded him toward the edge of the counter. Chad scrambled in fear backward into Ms. Belmont’s palm. “Hey, what are you doing? Stop it! I’ll fall,” he cried.

Ms. Belmont stopped as suddenly as she’d started. “Good. Remember that. I’m going to take a shower, but if you try to escape, you’ll fall…or worse.”

Ms. Belmont closed the bathroom door and pulled her top off over her head, revealing her black satin brassiere. Her full yet shapely breasts were barely contained in the expensive well-fitting lingerie. Her creamy cleavage threatened to burst from the shiny cups of her bra. The sight reminded Chad of the bewildering experience he’d had when he’d been sent lingerie-shopping for Ms. Belmont. It happened weeks ago, but felt like another life time. Now, all he could do was gawk up at the sight, fighting his own biological urges.

Chad stepped back further from the edge of the counter as Ms. Belmont reached behind herself and pulled on a clasp, shifting her hips and letting her skirt slip down over them until it fell to the floor. The counter was not very high and Ms. Belmont’s voluptupram habit had clearly made her taller than anyone the apartment’s original designers had planned for. As the skirt fell away, Chad was confronted with the looming shape of Ms. Belmont’s black panties. Her crotch was nearly level with the counter. Chad stared at the wet camel-toe shape, feeling a mix of deep primal desire and gnawing intimidation.

Ms. Belmont bent over and peeled down her stockings, one at a time, kicking them off her toes. Then she hooked her thumbs under her panty waistband and unceremoniously pulled her underwear down over her bottom. This wasn’t a strip-tease. It was a woman completely comfortable in her own home getting naked before a shower. But Chad couldn’t help but feel aroused at the sight of such beautiful naked fertile womanhood. Ms. Belmont opened the shower door and turned on the water, adjusting it to get the heat right, before stepping in. Chad had little choice but to watch the water spray over her curves. He felt his member stiffening, against his better intentions. He looked down at his toes and tried not to watch, trapped on the top of the bathroom cabinet.

Ms. Belmont sighed in relief as the shower water ran over her. The scents of her soap, shampoo, and conditioner filled the steamy air as she lathered up her body and thick mane of blonde hair. Chad tried to think. He needed to get away some how, before Ms. Belmont could follow through on her threat to shrink him even further.

Chad crept to the edge of the counter and peered down, forcing himself to the edge despite his fears. Down on the floor in a pile were Ms. Belmont’s discarded clothes. Her panties lay in a twisted shape on top, wet with her juices from the car ride home. Perhaps he could jump and the pile of soft clothes would cushion his fall.

But what would be the point? The door was closed.

“If you jump, I’ll fucking flush you,” Ms. Belmont said. Chad looked up. She was staring at him through the wet drops that coated the steamy glass shower.

Chad stepped back from the edge of the counter, horrified by the idea of being flushed. He glanced at the closed-lid of the toilet. Was he small enough to be flushed?

“That’s right,” Ms. Belmont said. “You stay right there like a good boy.”

Chad watched thick soapy lather wash over Ms. Belmont’s breasts from her hair. She moaned softly and scrubbed her body, cleaning herself thoroughly.

Chad stood beside the bottle of lavender hand soap. Its pump-action top was just below his shoulder. Chad looked at the translucent white plastic it was made of and felt a moment of disbelief wash over him. His mind was still struggling to deal with how small he was. Everyday objects had taken on a whole new dimension and detail. He’d been pushing through the days through sheer will and had had little chance to assess just what it meant to be a 12” tall man now. Meanwhile, the world was changing just as rapidly, as seen on TV.

In his imagination, Chad could see himself fighting the whirlpool of the toilet as he went around and around, Ms. Belmont grinning overhead, before he was flushed away like excrement.

He choked back a surge of panic. He hadn’t thought of Kelly for several hours. Would she come for him? Would she even be angry that Ms. Belmont had abducted him like this? Would she listen to what Chad had to say about it?

The shower water turned off and Ms. Belmont stepped out, grabbing a thick bath towel to dry herself off with. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” She said, stepping up to the edge of the counter. Her trimmed pubic hairs formed a narrow triangular strip that brushed the edge of the marble.

Chad forced his eyes upward, looking up at the plump undersides of Ms. Belmont’s naked breasts, her pink perky nipples, and her smirking face. Wet blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. “You’re asking yourself, ‘Could she really flush me?’” Ms. Belmont said.

Chad hung his head and Ms. Belmont chuckled. “I’m not a cold-blooded murderer,” she said. “Although I won’t say I wasn’t tempted to just stomp you earlier.”

She bent down and scooped up her dirty clothes and dumped them into a laundry bin. Her voluptuous butt briefly loomed in Chad’s view as she did this, making his member stiffen once again.

“And Christine would probably kill me,” Ms. Belmont continued. “Not to mention Ms. Payne. There will be other men. There is an endless supply of you little morons.”

Ms. Belmont scooped Chad up in her hand, gripping him around the torso. She smelled clean and perfumed, fresh from the shower. She lifted him to her blue eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have other ideas for you,” she whispered. The scent of rosé still lingered on her breath. “Something I’ve known was your destiny since I first laid eyes on you.”

Chad squirmed weakly in Ms. Belmont’s fingers and she smiled. “Yesssss,” she said softly. “You just need to be smaller.”

Ms. Belmont walked out of the bathroom into the cool air of the hallway. Her nipples perked up as she walked back into the living room, completely naked. She stopped at an expensive mahogany cabinet and pulled open a drawer. “One thing is for sure. After watching the news tonight, I think I still need to get a bit taller,” Ms. Belmont mused. “I don’t want to get surrounded by a bunch of little whiney insecure men in a protest who think I would make a could target. I was on that talk-show with you. You’re not the only one who got famous today.”

Chad watched as Ms. Belmont pulled out a brightly labelled bottle. The label read: “Voluptupram Pro-Health: Nexifem’s latest formula!”

Chad squirmed in Ms. Belmont’s hand as she set him down on a glass dining table. She uncapped the bottle and drank from it, tilting her head back as she swallowed down mouthfuls. Chad watched as Ms. Belmont wiped her lower lip and re-capped the bottle. “Now that things have kicked up a notch with the protests, I feel more free to be myself in public,” she said. “I really should look the role.”

He shook his head as the effects of the dosage began to take effect almost immediately. This wasn’t some early version or the voluptupram that Nexifem sold to the masses at a highly marked up price. This was cutting edge formula straight from the labs of Ms. Everhart. Chad watched Ms. Belmont’s body begin to swell. Her head began to rise higher under the loft ceiling of the penthouse apartment. Her large breasts seemed to swell outward, nipples thickening and seeming to puff up. Her hips widened at the edge of the glass table, broadening and growing more full. Ms. Belmont’s pussy rose higher, above the height of the table, her thighs gaining mass and looking more strong and silky. Chad cried out in horror as Ms. Belmont moaned. Her pussy flexed and he watched her kegel muscles cause the lips of her vagina to pulse. Her vulva loomed at the edge of the glass plain he stood on, angled downward toward him, just higher than his head, and as long from her clitoris hood to base as his knee to his hip.

Ms. Belmont moaned louder and looked down at the tiny man on her dining room table. “Oh my gawd, that felt so good,” she said. “No wonder Selina is hooked on the stuff.”

Chad’s penis stood out from his body, erect. But he felt terrified, staring up agog at his boss. Her vagina pulsed again, flexing as she looked down at him.

“Shrink,” Ms. Belmont said, her voice low and threatening.

“Wh…what?” Chad said.

“I said, shrink,” she repeated. “I know whatever they did to you has an emotion cue, especially connected to women using voluptupram. We’ve seen it before, you and I. Well now I want it to happen again. Shrink.”

“N…No!” Chad’s tiny voice came out.

“What did you say? Don’t ever say no to me! Look at me. Look how I compare to you, a fitting example of the future of men. Shrink! You’re too big still, trying to run away from me. Ruining my nice wine and television relaxation time. Shrink smaller!”

Chad felt a slow tingling in his toes, starting to rise up his calves.

“No no no!” He cried. “Stop saying that!”

“Mmm…feel it, feel the future coming for you,” Ms. Belmont said. “Your so-called girlfriend hasn’t even called me yet. I bet she doesn’t even care about you.”

“NOOO!” Chad wailed. The tingling was washing over his pelvis and chest now. He clutched his hands over his ears, but it did nothing. Ms. Belmont’s voice vibrated through through his tiny doll hands.

“Yes, she’s too busy partying and celebrating her newfound fame and money. You’re mine now and I think you need to shrink.”

Chad cried out in a small squeak as he finally began to shrink. Ms. Belmont’s words were working, having the effect she wanted in his Adtenuo-warped mind and nervous system. The glass table seemed to expand around him, the edges drawing further away slowly, stretching out like some surreal translucent plain. Ms. Belmont began to loom larger and larger at the edge of the table, as his body dwindled in size, slipping under 12 inches in height. She was unrelenting, staring down at him with a hungry expression.

“Shrink down smaller. Oh fuck yes, it’s happening! That’s it. Feel it. Men are seriously done, especially after today. It’s officially a woman’s world now. You can’t undo what we’ve achieved at Nexifem. You helped make it all happen.”

Ms. Belmont reached out and began tapping, prodding him with her fingers, causing Chad to stumble closer to her on the table. He kept shrinking as she talked.

“There’s no going back,” she said. “I mean, technically I even have a claim to you in the courts. It’s still in dispute, but whatever. Oh wow, look at you, are you even eight inches tall now? Fucking shrink more, loser! You’ll never run off from me again.”

Chad stumbled forward. Ms. Belmont’s vulva loomed over him like some obscene altar, seemingly growing bigger before his eyes. Chad screamed in fear as Ms. Belmont user her other hand to pull her pussy lips open, revealing a glistening pink tunnel that flexed and pulsed.

“NOOO!!!!” He screamed and struggled as Ms. Belmont’s fingers curled around his body, engulfing him. She shuddered and Chad saw her hips inch wider. This wasn’t just him shrinking, the voluptupram was still working its way through her system.

“Look at it!” Ms. Belmont commanded. “You’re so small, you can fit now. Finally. I’ve waited so long for this. Keep shrinking Chadwick. Make it even easier for me.”

Chad kicked in Ms. Belmont’s hand, but he was so small now that she barely seemed to notice. Ms. Belmont angled Chad, pointing his head toward her parted labia. Chad could feel the heat radiating from her sex.

Ms. Belmont seemed to consider a moment and then twisted her wrist, pointing Chad’s feet toward her pussy. “I want to feel those little kicks,” she said. “Your head is too small to serve as a cock-head now anyway.”

Her words were searingly humiliating. Ms Belmont pushed Chad’s feet into her open pussy lips, holding his thighs together so he went in how she wanted. Chad felt his feet and ankles sink into hot slippery wetness as Ms. Belmont pushed, wedging him inside of her sex. She pushed him in to his knees and then drew him out, then in again, causing her natural lubricant to run down his freshly washed body. Them Ms. Belmont pushed him in and held him in her, index and middle-finger resting on his shoulders, and took a step over to her sofa.

Chad kicked and tried to shove against Ms. Belmont’s manicured nails. But when he kicked, he saw her entire body shiver and shudder above him. “Ohhhh, fuck,” Ms. Belmont moaned. “That’s even better than I imagined it would be.”

She pushed on his shoulders and Chad felt his feet sink deeper into the wet slippery depths. Ms. Belmont’s pussy lips slipped up past his knees. She had taken a seat on her sofa, her thighs parted. Ms. Belmont gently pushed on Chad’s shoulders with two fingers and with the other she stroked her pussy lips, occasionally making small spirals around her clitoris hood as she masturbated herself using an entire man. The television was still playing in the background, but the volume was turned down.

“Shrink down even more, Chadwick. You should be better suited for my vagina,” Ms. Belmont said. “It’s your purpose now. You can’t help me in the office anyway. So shrink. Think about it, about what happened today.”

Chad cried out as he felt himself shrinking, despite himself. A wave of tingling washed over him and Ms. Belmont’s pussy seemed to expand, her swelling lips seemed to thicken. Her pussy muscles flexed in response to Chad’s changing dimensions and he was sucked inward up to his hips.

“Ohhhhh,” Ms. Belmont moaned softly. “There we goooo.” Her pussy flexed again and Chad sunk deeper. Her honey-toned pubic hairs raised around him, seeming almost ropey. Droplets of arousal clung in them as Chad felt the lips of Ms. Belmont’s labia squeezing against his waist, wrapped around him as though he was a penis or dildo.

She pulled a hand away, taking the pressure from his shoulders. Her fingers continued to stroke her folds. Chad kicked, pushing his knee into the inner wall of Ms. Belmont’s labia while reaching out with his hands to try and grab a handful of pubic hairs, to get some sort of leverage.

Ms. Belmont let out a gasping squeal and her thighs twitched and shivered on either side of Chad’s head. Voices from the TV talked on about a new permanent citywide curfew for all men, with exemptions only for specific cases.

Chad’s hands slid along the slippery public hairs. They were coasted in juices and almost impossible to hold on to.

“Ugh…that feels so fucking good,” Ms. Belmont said. “I knew you’d be perfect for this since the first day I saw you after the second Adtenuo test. You’re suited to it. Your resume was so pathetic. You were a fucking pity-hire, but you served all our purposes. I just remember thinking, ‘He’d be so nice inside my vagina.’ I knew you’d be no match me, for my pussy.”

Her pussy squeezed Chad and held him as he struggled in the grip of the wet folds and muscles.

“Oh come on,” Ms. Belmont sneered. “Just shrink down more. I can take men your size…well, dicks your size. But I prefer ones that fit a bit better. I like to swallow dicks right up to the base. Get inside my pussy. SHRINK to show me you belong there.”

Chad felt himself shrinking again. He kicked and squirmed as his body got slightly smaller, betraying him just like his penis. But the implications of any loss of size now was even more horrifying. Ms. Belmont’s pussy lips pulled him inward greedily as he got smaller, sucking him into them up to his armpits.

“Good boy!” Ms. Belmont cooed, her voice sliding into a moan of pleasure. “You’re doing it! You’re becoming a man who is truly useful.”

Wet viscous juices spurted and oozed out around him from Ms. Belmont’s hot slit as he slipped in, coating his shoulders and face. Pubic hairs brushed his head, sticking slippery to his cheeks.

“Help me!!” Chad screamed. Sheer fear clawed at him now. He’d felt this fear weeks ago, when Ms. Belmont had managed to push his entire head inside. He’d been living in fear of being humiliated, used like a dildo, but it had been a fear of being used. A deeper fear now bloomed, returning inside him: A fear of the dark wet depths of Ms. Belmont’s vagina, of being swallowed right up by her ambition and sexual needs.

“Someone! Please!!” Chad cried out, coughing on pussy juices. “This can’t be happening!”

Ms. Belmont moaned deeply, the sound like some force of nature in Chad’s puny ears.

“SHRINK.”

Chad felt his body immediately comply this time, adjusting itself for Ms. Belmont’s voluptupram swollen vagina. He sink down into her pussy, the lips pulsing and parting to accept his body, before squeezing and sucking, swallowing Chad up like a sex toy or dick. His head sunk down into the puffy pink valley of her parted labia, juices running over the small part of him still exposed to the outside world. Chad struggled to see over the edge of her pussy lips. Ms. Belmont’s swollen clitoris bulged out from under its hood near his head. Her fingers rubbed it as he began to sink. His small feet kicking in the slick depths.

He sunk further down, in…sucked in with a squishing wet sound. Chad desperately twisted his face toward a narrow pulsing slit of light that was so close, the outside world now separated from him - a different place than where he was. He could see the television beyond Ms. Belmont’s knees. A late-night advertisement for a male escort service played on the screen. Young men in tight underwear danced as a female narrator talked about “young men with good vulni-chic attitudes” for hire.

Chad forced his hands up toward the light, his fingers slipping on the inner lips of Ms. Belmont’s labia, from inside of her, trying to reach for a way to pull himself out. But Ms. Belmont’s lips were easing closed, oozing with wetness, lazily closing up on him. His fingers slipped on the lubricated folds. Her muscles flexed around him in response to the stimulation, and Chad’s tiny fingers slipped on the slick inner folds and walls. He couldn’t reach. Curly pubic hairs obscured the dwindling slit of light. It was as though he was being removed from the world, being absorbed so fully into the intentions of a woman that he was being forgotten, reduced to a masturbatory tool for a vagina.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Chad screamed in abject dismay. Of all the things that could have happened. He regretted ever trusting Kelly, ever agreeing to the Adtenuo Tests, ever signing the contract to work at Nexifem, ever applying for the job. He regretted not applying himself in school or trying to work harder in the jobs he’d had.

“Please, someone! Let me out of here!”

But no one could hear him. He was drowning in pussy. The last dim light disappeared as Ms. Belmont’s pussy lips touched together, closing up on Chad. As they closed, he could hear her moaning and gasping in pleasure, using him like a living sex toy. Her pussy rippled and Chad sunk deeper, moving further inside of his arrogant man-hating boss.

“Ungh….more….yes…fucking SHRINK.”

Chad heard Ms. Belmont’s voice coming through her body. It was some horrible final insult to him. Wasn’t he small enough?! He kicked and squirmed as he sunk deeper. Her vaginal tunnel seemed to widen around him, able to accommodate him much deeper now. His body penetrating deep inside her love tunnel. Ms. Belmont shuddered around him over and over, moaning. Her inner walls were so slippery and yet strong. Chad was sucked and squeezed inside Ms. Belmont’s vagina, buried in the inmost depths between her thick wide hips, inside of her.

Ms. Belmont had gotten exactly what she’d wanted. Nexifem was getting exactly what it wanted. Chad felt a massive sense of despair and drowsiness wash over him. It was too much. He couldn’t fight anymore.

Chad felt much as he had in the Adtenuo Tank, seemingly so long ago, wrapped up in warm thick fluids, with no way out, as women decided his entire future, his sense of self.

“SHRINK.”

He drifted off and lost consciousness.