Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

‘Look, Sponge, look!’

‘What’s the matter with you?’ Aunt Sponge demanded.

‘It’s growing!’ Aunt Spiker cried. ‘It’s getting bigger and bigger!’

‘What is?’

‘The peach, of course!’

‘You’re joking!’

‘Well, look for yourself!’

‘Great heavens alive!’ Aunt Spiker yelled. ‘I can actually see the thing bulging and swelling before my very eyes!’

-“James and the Giant Peach”, by Roald Dahl

There was no avoiding it. Ms. Belmont was determined that Chad would resume life as a wage labourer as soon as possible. Chad had tried to stall, and explained that his work with Miss Everhart required him to approach his job differently. He even inquired to see if he could work from home, but it fell on deaf ears. Ms. Belmont didn’t care about his misgivings or “vague excuses”, as she called them. Her intentions were made very clear in the curt demanding emails she sent, which were always CC’ed to HR. Chad didn’t have any support from management. Every inquiry he made to HR simply got re-directed back with the same basic advice: “Speak with your supervisor/department head.”

The only real concession he’d gotten was a promise from Ms. Everhart to provide a company car to take him to work and back, so that he wouldn’t attract attention on his commute. Although the decision took away a large portion of Chad’s worries, it wasn’t like he was totally free from curious eyes.

Chad knew how eager Ms. Belmont was to see his new size. He could never forget his last conversation with her, or the sound of her laugh when she saw the fear in his eyes. Chad also knew that there were more Nexifem executives influencing the decision to recall him to the office than just Ms. Belmont. Ms. Everhart had likely seen the emails, along with Ms. Pratt and maybe even Ms. Tait. He was a Nexifem employee and now also a Nexifem corporate asset. They wanted him back in the office tower as soon as possible now that he was up and about.

Chad’s car pulled up in front of Nexifem headquarters and he swallowed back his feelings. The broad sidewalk was fairly busy this close to the downtown core, and there was no way he could get from the car into the office tower without being exposed to onlookers. Just before Chad opened his door, a tall security guard in a dark blue uniform stepped out of the lobby. The woman had a thick mane of brown hair pulled back into a neat bun and pinned out of the way. She filled out her uniform with a powerful cross-fit honed body. Chad hesitated as the guard stepped confidently up to his car and opened his door. “Good morning,” she said brightly. “I was told to help you to the elevators.”

“Oh, um…thanks,” Chad said. He stepped out of the car and peered up at his corporate protector. She closed the car door behind Chad and stayed beside him as he walked into the Nexifem lobby. Several passing pedestrians turned their heads to gawk at Chad, but he maintained a steady pace. He tried to act as if he was unfazed, to project some sort of calm confidence, even as his palms grew moist with nervous sweat.

Once they were in the building Chad felt weirdly safer. Even if he knew that Nexifem wasn’t some warm sanctuary, it was familiar. The security guard stayed with him, pressing the button to call the elevator. She even shooed away several women in business attire who were walking by and tried to take photos of Chad with their phones. As the elevator arrived, its doors slid open and revealed a perky-looking Ms. Tait. She was wearing a set of blue trousers and a matching business jacket with a white button-down top. Ms. Tait’s blonde bob was shiny and healthy. She immediately spotted Chad as she stepped out into the lobby.

“Chad!” Ms. Tait exclaimed. Once, Chad had easily reached Ms. Tait’s chin in height, even when she wore heels. But now he found himself eye-level with her slender waist. Ms. Tait didn’t seem to have been taking Voluptupram, or at least not very much of it. But this only meant that Chad was just able to clear her navel-level by several inches in height. A small victory.

“You’re…you’re so small!” Ms. Tait said, an ecstatic grin spreading across her face. She leaned back slightly and peered down at Chad, gripping a computer tablet in one hand. She had clearly been on her way to some task in her work as an HR employee. “I heard gossip about your last um…big change, but this is so adorable!”

“Excuse me, Nicole, but I was told I am to get Chadwick to Ms. Belmont’s department promptly,” the security guard interjected. She stood close behind Chad, holding the elevator doors open with one hand.

“Oh, yes. Of course,” Ms. Tait said. “I understand, Gianna. I just…he’s so small. It’s amazing. He looks like a doll-version of a man.” Nicole Tait began to titter in laughter as she finished speaking.

“Bye Ms. Tait,” Chad said. He could feel the blush in his cheeks as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the fourth floor repeatedly, desperate to escape Ms. Tait’s gaze and bubbling delighted laughs. The last thing he saw as the doors closed was the towering amazonian security guard, whose face bore a slight smirk. Elegantly dressed Ms. Tait, whose head was tilted slightly to one side, smiled wide and waved goodbye to him.

“Bye Chad! See you around the building I hope!” She said. “I’ll tell Ms. Pratt you said hi!”

The doors chimed in closing and Chad felt the elevator begin to rise. He had a brief moment alone. No music was being piped in today. Chad closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

You can do this, he told himself. And it was true. He needed this job. Maybe once the women on the admin floor got over his size, they would be able to calm down. Maybe Nexifem would be pleased with him and regrow him later once they finished their research with what they’d gleaned from him the last time.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened on the Floor 4 - Admin. Chad struck out for his workspace with a quick gait. As he approached, it was apparent that some changes had been made. The desks had been re-arranged, and two unfamiliar women were seated next to Vicki. One of the women was seated at his former desk, which had been pushed closer to a window and completely re-decorated with photos, a plant, and a different mousepad.

Chad slowed as he approached his old work area. The woman at his old desk looked quite young, maybe 22 at most. But she was staring at him with large brown eyes that had already gone wide in surprise. Chad ignored the young woman’s stares as he walked up. “Um, I’m back,” Chad said. “Hi Vicki.”

Vicki swivelled her office chair from her desk. The moment she saw Chad, she lifted a manicured hand to her mouth to cover a huge grin. Chad was actually surprised. The last time he’d been shrunk, Vicki and Tiffany had made quite the scene. They been shocked and ecstatic. Now, Vicki seemed deeply amused, but not surprised.

“Oh fuck, Stacy was right,” she said slowly. “I owe her a bottle of wine.”

“That’s some greeting,” Chad said in a dry tone. It felt like he was missing some joke, like he’d walked up to a clique of arrogant girls in high school.

Vicki stood up out of her chair and Chad gaped in shock. Vicki had clearly been taking Voluptupram. There was no way he had shrunk so much in comparison to his co-worker. Her slim belt was nearly level with his eyes, and her breasts swelled out well above the level of Chad’s head. Vicki put her hands on her hips, looking down at Chad, and seemed to be sizing him up as well, as they stood a few paces apart.

“Oh, you want a welcome back party?” Vicki asked, a snide tone in her voice. “I thought you quit or something. Stacy just said you’d been transferred to another department, like Hank. But then later she said you’d been sent for more…procedures or whatever, up in R&D. And now you show up, like, what size? Are you even up to my butt? And you want me to greet you like some old friend or something?”

The young woman who was seated at Chad’s desk giggled at Vicki’s words, which only made Vicki grin. She kept talking, and another woman with half-asian features who was seated at Tiffany’s old desk began to watch and listen as well. “Well? Are you?” Vicki pressed.

“I….I don’t know,” Chad said. “Come on Vicki, I didn’t have any choice.”

Vicki rolled her eyes and brushed her long blonde bangs back behind her ears. “Whatever. I mean, this is not a bad thing,” she said. “It’s just that you cost me a bottle of wine. I made a bet with Stacy. Plus, you’re acting like you’re equal to me still.”

“What do you mean?” Chad asked, feeling nervous. “Where’s Tiffany?”

“What do I mean? Look around Chaaaaad,” Vicki said, emphasizing his name with a slow drawn-out mocking tone. “You’ve been replaced. We hired a college intern to do your job. Tiffany was promoted to HR. She works with Nicole now. I’m still stuck down here though, but Stacy made me an assistant manager in admin. So technically, I’m now your boss, well one of your bosses.”

Chad swallowed. “Oh…” he said, at a loss for words. While he’d been shrinking, his coworkers had been climbing the corporate ladder.

Vicki stepped forward, peering down at Chad with a smug expression. “Yeah,” she said. “So welcome back, secretary boy. By the way, you will address me as Ms. Waters from now on.”

Chad could practically feel the satisfaction dripping from Vicki’s voice. Tiffany would normally have been around to step in and temper Vicki’s acerbic nature. But she was gone, and Chad felt himself struggling against the hormones and new urges that his last Adtenuo treatment had cultivated. He felt frustration deep inside, but also a sense of smallness. “But…I….”

Vicki inhaled, her eyes flashing a challenge as she looked down at Chad.

“Yes, Ms. Waters,” Chad said, quickly backing down.

“That’s better,” Ms. Waters said. She turned around, facing away from Chad. Her round fit bottom was inches from Chad’s chest and shoulders, as she pushed it out toward him slightly. “So? Is he up to my butt Klara?”

The young intern nodded. “Oh yes, he’s just a bit taller that your butt!” She said, sizing Chad up with her eyes. “But not by much. I’ve never seen a man that small. I can’t believe Ms. Belmont was right!”

Vicki Waters turned around to face Chad again. “Yup, she called it,” Ms. Waters said. “You should probably go see her Chad. She has the stuff from your desk, and a new job for you to do around here I think.”

“You mean I’m not working with you anymore?” Chad asked.

All three of the women laughed at his question, at him. Chad felt like an idiot.

“Oh, weren’t you listening?” Ms. Waters laughed. “How could you work with us? Look at you! You’re too small to reach the keyboard, and besides, you’ve been gone so long. We have new tasks. No, go talk to Stacy. Later we can all take selfies!”

The interned cooed and nodded at the idea.

“Okay Vic…I mean Ms. Waters,” Chad said.

Ms. Waters sat down at her desk again and crossed her legs. She made a shooing motion with one hand and turned back to her computer.

Chad felt out of place and humiliated as he walked to Ms. Belmont’s office. Every woman who he passed smiled down at him with approval. The women in admin were less shocked than they were deeply pleased with his presence. Some women clearly wanted to talk to him, but he made certain to look busy with work. Chad had dressed in business attire, and he did look like an office worker - just one that had been scaled down considerably.

As Chad approached the door of Ms. Belmont’s office, he felt a growing apprehension. All her blinds were drawn, and he couldn’t see inside. He had dreaded this moment for weeks, but he needed to keep his job. He also needed to get more Voluptrupram or Selina would pay him another visit. Chad had no desire to end up like Hank, to have to flee to some dreary snow-covered work-camp run by Antarctica Advanced Mining and Smelting. He would just have to man up and keep doing his job.

Chad knocked on the door. He heard Ms. Belmont’s voice from inside say, “Come in.”

Chad twisted the handle, struggling a little with the smooth machined metal in his small hand. After a moment or two, he was able to push the door open and step inside. Ms. Belmont was waiting for him, seated behind her desk with her fingers laced. She watched him enter, her pale blue eyes behind her stylish glasses. Her lips turned up in a slight smile, deep red lipstick making it impossible to miss. “Have a little trouble with the door?” She asked.

Chad nodded, embarrassed. “It’s slippery, the knob,” he explained. Something was wrong. Ms. Belmont’s desk seemed bigger, and not just from his shrunken perspective. Everything about the office seemed more oppressive. His boss seemed like a stronger presence than before, if that was possible.

“Not really,” said Ms. Belmont. “Do you think there might be another reason you struggled to open my door?”

Chad met Ms. Belmont’s eyes and he could see her restrained glee, a light in her gaze as she stared at the small man standing before her. “Well,” Chad offered. “I guess my hands are smaller now too.”

Ms. Belmont nodded. “There you go,” she said. “That’s the real reason. You’re becoming too small to open doors easily. How metaphorical. Doors are literally closing for you.”

Chad shook his head, but was unable to summon up the words he might have once used to retort Ms. Belmont’s claims.

“Oh yes,” Ms. Belmont pressed. “I assume you’ve talked to Vicki already. Your newest boss. I suspect that young intern, Klara, will probably rise above you soon enough. You’re just not up to Nexifem standards, or mine. Especially now.”

“But that’s not fair,” Chad finally blurted out, emotion choking his voice. It felt like Ms. Belmont was baiting him, but he could only take so much of her arrogance and insults, a fire he thought he’d lost was flickering up in his chest. “I did everything you all asked of me!”

Ms. Belmont stood from her chair and stepped around her desk in a smooth motion. Chad’s eyes went wide in shock, a silent scream in his mind, as the womanly figure behind the desk loomed bigger than he could have thought possible. Something had seemed off about her from the moment he’d entered her office, as though her presence had expanded to fill more of the available space, and now he saw that it was more literal than he’d realized. Ms. Belmont had gotten considerably taller and thicker. As she stepped around her desk, Chad saw that she was also wearing a pair of expensive black five-inch heels. Sheer nylon stockings gave her calves and thighs a glossy sheen, their elastic tops hidden under a short but formal black skirt. Ms. Belmont’s hips had widened out in a deeply sensual way. Her thighs had also thickened and her thin brassiere strained inside her tight top. She towered over Chad in her personal office, making a mockery of his feeble masculine form, and in an indirect way, all men. He struggled to keep his eye-level above the hem of Ms. Belmont’s skirt, desperately trying not to glimpse the lacy tops of her stockings.

Chad’s misandrist boss peered down at him over a tight silver stretchy top. Ms. Belmont’s height easily rivalled Selina’s, likely even surpassing it. She had clearly been indulging in a massive amount of Voluptupram, and was probably more than 7” tall in her heels.

Chad gawked up at his boss, his small mouth open in shock.

“Not fair!” Ms. Belmont said, mimicking Chad’s smaller, reduced voice. “Look at you, telling me what’s fair. Still…STILL trying to correct and back-talk women. You barely reach the height of my vagina with the top of your head - and just how big is your head anyway? Is it even the size of a cantaloupe? Fuck, my thigh is thicker than you, and you want to tell me about fairness and your work performance? You haven’t even been in my office for weeks, months, and then you tried to talk your way out of coming back in and doing real work. You’re just like all the other men I’ve fired: lazy, incompetent, and frankly - dumb.”

Ms. Belmont’s words slammed into Chad’s fragile ego. The work of the Adtenuo Tank had made him far more vulnerable to women’s opinions, and Ms. Belmont was not hiding hers at all. Her thighs flexed as she shifted her weight. Chad stuttered, trying to control himself, “You…you’re not….you can’t tell me….I mean I’m not….”

“You are,” Ms. Belmont cut him off. “You just don’t measure up. You can’t do the work. So, I have a new role for you in the office. You’ll be my desk boy, an office gofer boy. You will do chores for me: fetch coffee, photocopy documents, pick up my lunch, buy me nylons if mine have a run, get me pantyliners if it’s that time of the month, go deliver items to other departments, whatever I need or want.”

Chad was horrified. Pantyliners? He stood on his toes, trying to be taller, to measure up, but Ms. Belmont’s wide voluptuous hips were still higher than his shoulders. “Please, don’t do this,” Chad begged. “I can still do my old job.”

“No,” Ms. Belmont said. “And your pay will be cut by half to reflect your new role. I’ve already talked to HR and they’ve agreed.”

Chad gasped. This couldn’t be happening, after all he’d done for the company, for Nexifem, for Ms. Everhart and Ms. Belmont. He shook his head, hot tears starting to leak down his vulni cheeks.

Ms. Belmont put her hand on Chad’s head, her palm pressing down on the top of it, pushing him down to the flats of his feet again, and then forcing him into a slight stoop. The angle gave him a view of her stocking tops and inner thighs, a waft of pussy entered his nose, a strong unique aroma that lingered richly in his more sensitive nose.

“I can’t believe you’re practically crying over this,” Ms. Belmont said. Her voice became ice-cold. “I thought you said you were up to being one of my admin people. But they don’t cry. Wimpy office boys cry. Seriously, I’m going to fucking make sure you are shrunk again. You still back-talk me. Still think you deserve some sort of ‘fair’ special role in my department. Your clearly not up to the job.”

“No, please,” Chad said, his eyes widen in horror. “Please, don’t do that. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, I made a mistake.” He tried to use his legs to push himself back to his 3’10” height, but Ms. Belmont’s hand was holding him a few inches lower in a stooped position. He felt her grip on his skull, her nails biting into his temples.

“You ARE crying,” Ms. Belmont said. “Oh my gawd, this is amazing. Talk about a pleasant role-reversal. Do you know what those tears are? They’re toxic masculinity leaving your body. I can see it in you, Chadwick. You’re softer, cuter, vulni…Christine’s team did an amazing job this time around.”

Chad hated himself for tearing-up in front of Ms. Belmont like this, for being so vulni, just as she said. He wanted to fight back, to argue, but he was just too small. The scent of Ms. Belmont’s sex hung, cloying in the air. This was clearly arousing her.

“And I don’t know why you’re so upset,” Ms. Belmont continued. “You really should be smaller. Even your doll-head could stand to be a bit reduced. Men don’t really need a big brain anymore, not for what you’ll be doing. You might as well get a bit smaller. Your head should be smaller in relation to a vagina anyway, it’d be better for cunnilingus, for bringing a woman pleasure.”

Chad’s eyes widened and he tried to back away from Ms. Belmont, but her grip was as tight as ever. “Where do you think you’re going?” His boss asked. She looked down, studying his expression.

“Ohhhh… I forgot how being pussy-level frightened you so much. And now look!” Ms. Belmont abruptly pulled the front of her skirt up, revealing a shiny black panty with embroidered roses embossed into the fabric. Her crotch was slightly higher than Chad’s view, and the lips of her sex were clearly puffed out, her trimmed pubic hair adding volume to form a lurid womanly mound in her panties. Chad put his small hands on Ms. Belmont’s thick thighs and pushed against them, trying to step backward, but his small fingers just sunk into the creamy pale skin above her stockings. Chad stared at his boss’ panties in shock, struggling to understand why he felt such a mix of intimidation and desire. The sight of her mound so close, so much bigger, made the experience wholly different. It was like his encounter with Selina all over again, but worse. Ms. Belmont was even thicker, smarter, more ambitious, had real power over him, and held him in total scorn. Chad struggled against the chemical and neurological tweaks Ms. Everhart’s team had made in his brain.

“Look at it,” Ms. Belmont said. “You’re not going anywhere. You work for me directly now, office boy. You’re can stay right here all morning for all I care. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve let a man this close to me? Look at my panties. My pussy is practically higher than your fucking face! Now do you see what I mean? Your head should be smaller.”

Ms. Belmont flexed her grip on Chad’s head, her nails biting into his skin, almost cutting. “Then my pussy would be even bigger in comparison to your cute face.” As she said this, Chad watched Ms. Belmont’s panties, wedged tight against her sex and between her thighs, suck ever so slightly inward and push out as she flexed her vaginal muscles inches from his face.

Something snapped in Chad, the sight and words breaking something inside him, unleashing weeks and months of pent up suppressed feelings.

“Noooo!” Chad finally cried out. “I don’t want to shrink smaller! I’m scared! I’m scared to be smaller! I’m scared of…of…” The emotions poured from him as he expressed his deep fear of shrinking, of Ms. Belmont’s pussy.

“Of my CUNT?!” Ms. Belmont exclaimed, her tone incredulous and ecstatic. “MMMMMmmmm, YES. Oh…this is so perfect, so much better than anything that was normal before. You’re afraid of my pussy, my vagina!?”

Chad tried to nod, his head held tight. He whimpered submissively, and Ms. Belmont’s pussy visibly flexed again, and then again, constrained by her undersized underwear. Chad felt her grip on his head tighten even more. It was starting to hurt the bones of his temples as her fingers pressed into his skull with surprising strength.

Ms. Belmont began to orgasm, right in her office. Chad saw wet viscous and clear whitish goo begin to flood into her panties, a wet spot spreading and running down her thighs. It was possible that whatever Ms. Everhart’s team had done to him, it was also having a reciprocal feedback for Ms. Belmont, or maybe it was all just unexplained, a part of her personal desires and dreams.

Ms. Belmont shifted her grip on Chad’s head and pulled him closer to her soaking wet panty. “Look at it, errand boy,” she commanded. “You say no, that you don’t want to be small? You tell me you don’t want to shrink smaller? Well you’re…”

Ms. Belmont trailed off as Chad moaned in shrill discomfort. He felt pins and needles wash over his body with a rush of near-pain. His submission and fear welling up with the peculiar physical sensation. Chad’s eye-level began to creep lower, a sinking sensation mingling with pain and tingling that only gradually grew apparent. From his perspective, it seemed like Ms. Belmont was looming larger, like her hips were broadening and her prodigious breasts were rising even higher above him. Chad felt Ms. Belmont’s fingers move, as she automatically adjusted her grip, feeling his head’s diameter reduce in her grip. She was better able to hold on to his head now, just as she had claimed she wanted. In the same way, Ms. Belmont’s vagina seemed to expand from Chad’s viewpoint, growing in size relative to him, the imprint of her lips against the wet satin more distinctive and viewed from a lower angle.

“Oh my gawd,” whispered Ms. Belmont.

“Oh no…no this can’t be happening,” Chad stuttered, horrified. “I wasn’t even in the tank. No…no, no, no…”

“Don’t you see?” Ms. Belmont said, cutting his panicked words off. Her voice had become intense. “This is supposed to happen. I’ve been on a fuck-load of Voluptupram for months, and you…you’ve been on gel-packs of…that new stuff they’ve been working on.”

Chad felt a cold spike of dismayed terror as he realized what Ms. Belmont was saying. This was intentional, real. It wasn’t a bad dream or accident. He’d been slurping back Nexifem R&D substances for days and days, eagerly ingesting the synthetic nutrients without question.

The gel-packs. Ms. Everhart’s team had obviously found a way to make a man shrink due to environmental factors. Was it the supplements, the emotion, the pussy juices, the changes in his biochemistry, all of it together? Chad had no idea. He didn’t understand these science things. But it didn’t matter now. It was done. He had shrunk even smaller, become slimmer and softer. He had no choice but to watch as Ms. Belmont began to peel her sopping wet panties away from her sex, revealing droplets in her trimmed blonde bush, and the slick glistening folds of her swollen pussy.

Chad was trying to speak, to summon up some word of protest, of understanding, but he couldn’t.

“Well, now that you’re even smaller, I think this isn’t unreasonable anymore,” Ms. Belmont said, stepping closer, bringing her sex slightly over Chad’s head. The heat of it was intense near his forehead. Her inner thighs pressed against his shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since you first walked into my office, but I never imagined it would be quite like this. This changes everything.”

Chad put his small hands on Ms. Belmont’s inner thighs, but they slipped on her sheer stockings, sliding over curved walls of leg muscle on either side of him.

“Mmm…that’s nice,” Ms. Belmont said. The sound of her arousal was terrible, smug and bitchy, arrogant in its very tone. “But I want something more direct, boy. I want you to fulfill your purpose. I want you to prove that you should exist in a woman’s world.”

Chad looked up slightly as Ms. Belmont’s vagina flexed again, her lips subtly sucking inward and puffing out, so close to his face. Moments ago her kegels had seemed intimidating, but now her vulva was even bigger compared to his face. “M…Ms. Belmont…” Chad said, his voice small and lost between his bosses wet inner thighs.

“Just shut the fuck up and eat me, boytoy,” Ms. Belmont said, before pushing her sex against Chad’s face. Her hand on his head held him in place, angling his face so his nose sunk into his boss’s wet slippery vulva. He felt her lips spread on his face, as she wedged it further in. Ms. Belmont rocked her strong hips, humping her office boy’s face, feeing his head press against her opening. Ms. Belmont moaned out, breathily.

“Almost. Your head is almost small enough,” she moaned, rocking her hips and grinding against Chad’s face. Unlike Selina, who had pressed Chad to lick her. Ms. Belmont seemed more interested in feeling how his face and head rubbed and pressed against her labia and clitoris. She slid herself up and pushed herself against her office boy’s face and head. “Just a bit smaller head and it would start to push like a fat dick. It feels like I’m humping a warm soft bumpy round ball.”

Chad caught some of Ms. Belmont’s words, muffled by her thighs, which kept pressing against his head when she arched up at the top of her rocking humping motion. He squirmed at her words, trying to push away, confused between a heady delirious desire for her sensual sexual wetness, and a deeper realization of what was happening, of the seismic change in his existence this moment meant.

Ms. Belmont laughed and laughed as she felt Chad struggle, his hands on her legs. He felt weak to her, like he was playing hard to get, trying to make her feel even more powerful. “Ohhh, are you scared by that idea too?” Ms. Belmont said. “I still can’t believe you just…shrunk, right in my office. I’ve had daydreams about that happening to so many loser bosses and coworkers. It’s like your body was trying to accommodate itself to my wants, my needs.”

Ms. Belmont shuddered above him, orgasming with a hissing intake of breath and a slight squeal. Chad felt a warm gush of wetness soak his face, and his nose sunk into her lubed up folds a bit deeper. Ms. Belmont’s clitoris mashed, hard and painful into Chad’s forehead as she pushed on the back of his head, angling his chin up an against the base of her slit. She was trying to wedge his chin inside her, her fingers digging into the nape of Chad’s neck, just under his occipital bone. Chad struggled, frightened as he felt Ms. Belmont’s labia pulse and her vaginal muscles squeeze, trying to grip his nose and face, like they were the a cock-head.

Chad’s mind reeled at what his boss was trying to do. Where her mind had gone, want she wanted in this moment. The more he struggled, the more it seemed to turn Ms. Belmont on.

After another quaking orgasm, Ms. Belmont finally released Chad, letting him fall to his knees between her expensive heels as she leaned back against her desk, her full ass resting on the top of it. The desk creaked slightly under the weight of such a sizeable woman.

Chad coughed and sucked in mouthfuls of cool conditioned office air. He could hear Ms. Belmont panting too, but in a more relaxed, satisfied way.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to shrink anymore today,” Ms. Belmont said. “Too bad. But your little face sure feels nice in my pussy. Every time you opened that little mouth of yours to scream into my folds, it rubbed me and felt so good. And I am very sensitive in my legs. Your hands felt nice, so cute, with your little struggles. It’s like you didn’t even want to please me, but I know better. I know how men think, and what Christine’s research has helped bring out in you.”

A string of drool, mixed with pussy juice slowly descended from Chad’s mouth, and landed on his knee. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. This was not how he thought his day was going to go.

“Do you really think you can just, do this, to me? To an employee?” Chad said, summoning all his flickering courage.

Ms. Belmont scoffed above him, nudging his leg with a high heel that was frighteningly large in comparison to his body. “Of course.” She said. “Are you going to complain to HR? Do you really think they’ll take your side? You clearly wanted this, wanted to shrink, to fill this role. I can see the bulge in your pants, and I’ve seen how you stared at my tits when you were bigger. This is your purpose. This was a major part in the entire Nexifem mission. Sure, some women want to have happy little boring vanilla relationships, with maybe a little vulni-chic edge. They don’t like the fempowerment side of the new normal. But I’ve been waiting for this kind of a change for years and years. You are future, office boy. I really didn’t expect what happened here today, but it’s for the best really. Now it will be less awkward for you to buy me fresh nylons or other things. You can even come into the loo with me and hold my wash towel.”

Ms. Belmont laughed at the idea, while Chad struggled to his feet. His boss cupped his head in her hand as he stood, looking down into his eyes. “So, are you going to stay on as my gofer boy, or should I call security and have you thrown out on the street covered in pussy juice?”

Chad met Ms. Belmont’s blue eyes for a moment, and then looked down, shy and humiliated. “I’ll work for you Ms. Belmont,” he said.

“That’s it. That’s the right attitude. You’ll work for me as my little office boy,” she added. “And my special pussy-licker too - your newest duty, and to be honest, your most important one.”

Chad could smell the aroma of Ms. Belmont’s body and sex all over him. For the second time in a week, he’d been used as a cunnilingus toy by a towering demanding amazon. Maybe Ms. Belmont was right about his purpose. Maybe he was better off just obeying her. Chad fought a war inside himself, the same as when he’d licked Selina to orgasmic release, giving in to his submissive feelings. Ms. Belmont had smashed something inside him, permanently imprinting a sense of intimidation and inferiority toward her, and the shape of her womanhood.

For the moment, Chad was able to tamp down his unbridled fear at getting smaller. He kept his eyes away from Ms. Belmont’s sex, trying not to think about his lurking fears and intimidated submissive urges. Chad needed to talk to Ms. Everhart about what had happened, but he didn’t want to explain how it had happened - what had triggered his mini-shrinking episode. How tall was he now, 3’8”, smaller? Chad needed to find out.

“Yes, Ms. Belmont,” Chad said.

“That’s a good boy,” Ms. Belmont said. She stood up and pulled her panties back into place. Lowering her skirt. “I’m a mess. You need to go buy me a new pair of panties. Tell the security guards that you’ll need an escort to the store. I’ll send you my size and preferred brands on your phone later. You might as well pick up some nylons too. Oh, and some coffee for the whole floor while you’re at it.”

“What about my clothes Ms. Belmont? Do I get a desk?”

Ms. Belmont shook her head. “A desk? Why would you need one? I’d need to have some primary school desk brought in.” This idea made her laugh. “Oh yeah, can you imagine? Don’t tempt me, Chadwick. Now go. I’m all messy. I don’t really care about your clothes though. Tell people you spilled something on yourself, whatever.”

“Oh…I guess I never thought of that,” Chad said. He shut his mouth, worried about giving Ms. Belmont new ideas to make a mockery of him and of men in general.

Chad looked down at the stains forming on his shirt. He rubbed his fingers over his hair, feeling a residue in the soft strands. Chad absent-mindedly sniffed his hand.

“Look at you, smelling the scent of me on your body,” Ms. Belmont said. She walked back around her desk and sat down in her chair, picking up a pen. “You know you’re meant for this, right? I’m going to make you into a better and better example of a good man, a useful boy. Now go, get your nice lady-boss a new pair of panties.”

“Yes Ms. Belmont,” Chad said. He tried to straighten his shirt and slacks before he opened the door.

Ms. Belmont leaned forward slightly. “If you get any shorter, I won’t be able to see you standing over there when you approach close to my desk,” she added. “I’ll have to say, speak up office boy!”

Chad left Ms. Belmont’s office, letting the door close on her laughter.

Chad looked around at a world that was now even bigger than when he’d gone into his boss’ office. One meeting with Stacy Belmont, and he’d become a smaller more unimportant man. A woman walked past in a trim black skirt and jacket, with pretty hoop earrings. Chad felt her footsteps vibrate the floor slightly as she passed by. “Hi little guy,” the woman said.

“Um, hi,” Chad replied.

He walked toward the elevators. A sudden longing to be in Kelly’s protective embrace welled up inside of him. He missed Kelly. He wanted to hug her thigh and bury his face against her hip. Chad knew that he couldn’t live on his own for much longer, not with the salary cut.

He turned his mind toward the task at hand: Panties, nylons, and coffee.