Growing into the Job, Post 448: Gala, p6

The physician - disgraced, some would say - ran clumsily through the darkened back hallways of the new wing of the medical facility, while a grand-opening gala grew ever-more celebratory in the building’s soaring main atrium. He’d worked here for much of his adult life but these new corridors were like mazes to him. The sensation of his oversized, flaccid penis hanging out of the fly of his rented suit pants rhythmically slapping against his thigh barely registered to him. His mind was a haphazard maelstrom as memories of the last - ten minutes? hour? - began to slowly slip through his fingers. Lost in the confusion, he tried desperately to handle them and come to grips with what had just happened.

That was Olivia, wasn’t it?? his addled brain vaguely rationalized. The woman who’d just been speaking to him had loomed large in his mind, but his recent recollections of her were starting to dissipate like smoke. Is she back from Japan?? What was she telling me??

That some strange eldritch manipulation had cursed him with a brain worm was lost on him. As it bored into him it made him doubt his rudder, that which he had come to rely on as the most stable thing in his otherwise disintegrating life, his relationship with his Office Manager, Melissa. She was tall, strong, the most utterly gorgeous woman he’d ever seen - but the more he thought about how beautiful she was, the more he questioned his intentions..  Was he actually in love with her? She was undereducated, possibly psychologically unstable, and a terrible speller. Maybe it was true, what they - who were they again? - had told him just a few minutes ago…or was it a few hours? Maybe all he did see in Melissa was-

Right or left here?!? Right or Left?!!!?

His brain was jolted back to reality as it was suddenly forced to make the decision. He took off stumbling down the right hallway; it was better lit. 

If it wasn’t love, though, between he and Melissa - if all he was interested in was her tits - why was it her that he felt he needed to find, in this moment of panic? What was it that he needed??

And why had that tall red-headed lady - Olivia, right? - come to me with all that? He was starting to forget the actual conversation, though could still feel a tongue in his ear. Was it because she was medical director here and the relationship between he, as  a physician, and Melissa, as a staff member, was unprofessional and inappropriate? Did she not want them together? Was it because she was Sheryl’s friend? Was it Sheryl's idea? Or was Olivia acting in his ex-wife’s best interest, in her defense?

Sheryl! I remember her! There had been the infidelities, the monster of a boner that controlled so much of his life and wrecked his marriage. Was it still governing his actions, pulling all his strings? Was it the only reason he was with this overgrown girl, Melissa, like it had been with the trysts before her? He wanted to say he loved her but now - was he really so sure? 

This was what Olivia and her triumvirate of arcane charges wanted; their spell had already burrowed deep. They sent it to gnaw at his hypothalamus and metamorphosize into doubts and insecurities about his love for Melissa. If Olivia knew anything about Melissa - and she felt she knew her better than anyone, like Frankenstein felt he understood his monster - the young girl would react to the insult by likewise hardening her feelings for him. 

That will bring us back onto the rails, Olivia had thought, sensing already how compromised his confidence had become as she’d allowed the mouse of a man to scurry his escape from them and back through the facility. 

Through the hallways Dr. J ran past office after office after office, door after door after door. Signs for clinics, signs for labs. Signs on offices belonging to new Evolution Pharmaceutical executives that would be sent to work under the same roof as him, but in this secret, secured wing to which he shouldn’t have access, their newest foothold. In his confused haste, though, he was blind to all the signs, fumbling right by even the one of particular note. On a nondescript plaque on a similarly nondescript door read the name and title of the office’s new occupant:

The name would have rung some bells, but that was neither here nor there. 

What was important, right now, was that he was getting cold, and he was starting to feel sick. This wing, of course, was isolated from the HVAC system that circulated the artificial pheromones upon which he’d become so utterly dependent. Evolution did not want the new researchers and executives that would have offices here regularly exposed to Subject MM-1A’s pheromones, artificial or otherwise. For him, though, being isolated from them, or her, or her worker bees that released similar perfumes was beginning to have deleterious effects, even after this short a period of time. He knew he needed to get back, to get out of here, back where it was warm and safe, near her, or them. Otherwise, he would start retching soon.

He also knew that the hallway likely wasn’t really that cold. The recent reduction in his physical mass made his body less able to stay warm by itself, and being alone only seemed to amplify that effect. He had gotten used to finding warmth from Melissa’s body and his mind soon began to wander to her again, her comforts, her skin and scent. Suddenly he ached for the soft blanket of her hair, the bed of her embrace, the pillow of her bosom. He felt the familiar yearning to snuggle up against her for warmth and protection. 

How do I really feel about her, though? How does she feel about me? Between us, is it love, is it lust, or is it something else? All these doubts rattled him as he looked for escape. 

Ahead of him, he saw the exit. 

But she’s been so good to me, so understanding! When she learned I had this…this shrinking condition, instead of turning her away from me, she’s stayed. She wants to help me. In fact it's kind of…turned her on.

What sort of woman is like that?

He staggered to the door which would lead back to the atrium, the party, and hopefully her. His stomach was in knots. 

And I’m just going to be getting smaller, he admitted to himself, and she knows it. It hadn’t scared her away, and that encouraged him. In fact, the look she gets on her face…like, she’s concerned, yes. She loves me, right? She wants to be there for me! There was, though, something else there that he’d see in her eyes. An excitement. She wants me to get smaller! She wants me to wither away! He involuntarily throbbed at the thought. That’s…that’s not love, is it?!? Women these days seemed possessed by their attractions to all things small, weak and male. Was it just this new drive fueling this magnetism, her towards him?

He reached the door, closed. No handle, no knob. There must be a…a button or something somewh-where…uggghhhh. His nausea had overtaken him, and he fell to his knees at the door. Air came into his throat in big, gasping breaths, his lungs desperate for her perfumes. His hands hit the floor, he shook and prepared to get sick. 

She’s going to look so huge. My god, what’s it going to be like when I…when I lose another foot?? When I shrink under four feet…under three…and…and…

The door, above him, slid open into the wall. The din of music and crowds poured in. He looked up. Standing in their dresses were Josie and Lakshmi, suddenly right there. 

“Dr J!!” Lakshmi exclaimed, “How did you get in here??”

His next breath, a deep inhale, made his eyes flutter and bones shudder. Ahhhhhhh…! The new air was filled with pheromones, from the atrium and from the two girls who now stepped through the doorway to rescue him. Immediately they each crouched, took hold of him under the arms, and stood him up. 

The door slid back shut behind them. 

“We were looking for youuuuuuu….” drawled Josie. 

“MmmmHMMMM everyone misses you, Doctor,” added Lakshmi. Unconsciously, her body began producing more perfumes for him. As did Josie’s.

“The party’s so ffffun…”

“So many good drinks and, fooooods…” Lakshmi continued, “such nice people.”

Had they noticed his cock hanging out of his pants?

“One of them has a company, they make pillows,” Josie gushed, “and they want to make one shaped like Kiki’s BUTT!!!”

Josie laughed, Lakshmi blushed but smiled. Both girls, Dr. J quickly realized, were drunk. Or high. Or maybe both. Energy was up. 

“Josie’s had one of those BOOMpops,” Lakshmi confirmed, as if apologizing for her friend. She was trying to get Dr. J steady on his feet, but was wobbly herself. 

“And you’ve had like twenty ama…ama…”

“Amaretto souuurs,” Lakshmi substantiated, “and it hasn’t been twenty-”

“I WANT A PILLOW SHAPED LIKE LAKSHMI’S BUTT,” Josie suddenly yelled, laughing, and grabbed Dr. J by the shoulders. The effects of the “Cloud Nine” BOOMpop had peaked. Her eyes, as he looked up into them, were glazed. She was swimming in some la-la land. “And I want…THIS!!”

Josie’s hand, without warning, grabbed Dr. J’s cock. The hand that remained on his shoulder held him in place. 

“Omigod Josie!” Lakshmi laughed, “His penis!”

“Yeah is that why you disappeared? Did you go looking for a private place to make this feel better?” Josie scolded, even as her hand’s grip began to- 

“N-no I-“ Dr. J stammered, vision swimming again as immediately blood was rushing from brain to cock, “I came here f-for…”

Why had I come here?

“Randi sent us looking for you,” Lakshmi began dreamily, her big brown eyes wide now as she watched the arousal take over his face. It was fascinating, witnessing a man melt like this. 

“Yeah they need someone to christen the statue…” Josie continued. Both girls were head-and-shoulders taller than the small man, their shapely bosoms right in his face. Josie’s demeanor, with her hand now wrapped around a near-full erection, had become more serious. Her eyes, though, still swam under the effects of the infused candy. “…but you look upset. You need us to relieve you. Kiki, let’s sit him on your lap. Go sit over there.”

“Haha okayyyy,” Lakshmi giggled, looking behind herself and stepping backwards until she could lower her enormous rear end onto the soft cushion of a chair. Under her weight the bones of it groaned, but it held. 

He hadn’t really realized it before, but they were in a waiting area of sorts, admittance for Evolution’s private wing. An elegant entrance desk stood at one end, its dark wood gleaming under the soft lighting. Chairs and two small couches ringed the room, upholstered in plush fabrics that invited relaxation. Several tall, potted plants softened the space, adding a touch of natural beauty to the otherwise sterile environment.

He held back a gasp as she released his boner and pushed him back onto Lakshmi’s lap. Immediately the soft brown girl reached around and took hold of his erection, gripping it and purring as she gave it her first, slow, bone-tingling tug. 

“Dr. J, Lakshmi’s drunk and I’m really high,” Josie spoke, stepping in close. She took a deep breath as she pulled her shoulders back and leaned forward towards him. “And - see..?"

Holy shit.

“…I’m getting too big for my dress.” Her large breasts had burst from her top, nipples over the hem of her bodice causing his eyes to goggle. 

“Oh, Josie,” Lakshmi breathed behind him, “your breasts are beautiful…”

“Yeah Dr. J they’re so big, and you need them,” Josie purred, her left hand reaching out to slide behind his head as the other tugged her top down, now fully off her left breast. “Can you suck my nipple please?”

“You need us, Doctor J,” Lakshmi sighed from behind him as Josie urged him forward, pushing  herself into his face, “You’re upset, something happened to you. Let us take care of you.” Both girls were preternaturally sensitive to him, knowing something was wrong even in their inebriation. And both felt the bit of resistance he offered, as weak as it was. 

“Awww c'mon…please? Just for a little while, while Lakshmi jerks you off. Some dry-nursing while you sit on Kiki’s lap and she keeps you warm. It’ll make you feel so much better.”

“mmmph…!” he blurted, even as his mouth instinctively took her in. His eyes fluttered, and suddenly he knew: this feels right. As abrupt as this moment was, as drunk as these girls may be - compared to whatever had happened just a little while earlier, with those other women - this was what he was supposed to be doing. 

“There you go, Doctor J,” Lakshmi cooed, her soft hands now stroking him up and down in gentle rhythm as she felt his bones relax and melt back into her, “you just latch.”

“That’s right, suck,” Josie purred, as her hair slowly came to life, its tendrils slithering around to embrace his head. She readjusted her breast, hefting it up to him, and held him tighter with hair and hand. “Nobody will miss us, it’ll just be a few minutes…”

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thanks to elephantporn for the original Josie image