GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval,p5

“Okay Laura,” Rina said with a laugh, swiping out of the call from Ashleigh and putting down her phone, “we have to stop Dinara before she eats the poor guy. He’s going to get suspicious if this goes on much longer.”

“Yah, mate,” the pretty Australian with the rainbow hair agreed, “She looks like she hasn’t seen a man in months.” The three of them had been watching the new Head of Security on the camera feed from the lab atrium, listening in on what she’d been saying to the inspector sent by the FDA. They all knew she’d been taking it too far, but were fascinated, transfixed by the conversation, how she was absolutely dominating the poor little thing.

“Pretty close,” Rina confirmed, “I don’t think they’ve let her out since she got here…”

“She’s a trip, huh?” Sheryl, the Attorney and soon-to-be-ex-wife of Rina’s old fling commented, herself watching the mountain of a woman tower over the shorter guy onscreen, “It reminds me a bit of that old Looney Toons cartoon, of the giant? ‘I'm gonna hug him and squeeze him and love him-“

“...and call him George,” Rina said, turning to meet Sheryl’s own gaze. The two, somehow, had found their paths crossed, and despite Sheryl’s absolute authority to fucking hate her, Rina was constantly surprised at just how civil and nice the older woman was being to her.

“Yeah!” Laura laughed, remembering the cartoon herself, “while you hear bones creaking and eyes like popping? Maybe at some point we need to get  Dinara her own little pet, calm her down a bit?”

“Well, she can’t have him, not just yet,” Sheryl said, making a quick note in the folio that never seemed to leave her grip.

“Yeah, he’s too important, at the moment,” Rina added, “we can’t have him all busted before he gets his reports in. Laura, call off She-Hulk, will you?”

At that, the young woman clicked through a command on her laptop and then spoke into its microphone: ”Dinara, girl, I think he’s had enough. The poor thing’s about to melt. Pull away...”

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Sam Packer, seeing Dinara tap at what he now saw as an earpiece in her left ear, breathed a silent sigh of relief as the big woman stepped back away from him. She was obviously being called away, probably for something official and necessary. He’d been feeling cowed by Evolution Pharmaceutical’s Head of Security and despite the illicit excitement and submissive arousal she’d stirred up in him, the whole conversation was making him really nervous and it was probably better that it ended this way...and not with her picking him up and-

“Maybe before you done with inspection, little man,” Dinara said as she turned to leave, the massive swells of her gluteus swaying her hips in  “you and me have date. I show you gym we have here, show you good stuff.”

“Haha o-okay!” Sam stammered, waving awkwardly at the giant woman as she left, speaking what sounded like Russian in hushed tones into her comm and leaving Sam with images of being curled like a dumbbell in her mighty hands.

With an unmistakable relief herself, Ashleigh smiled, and glanced up at the security camera. “Thank You!” she mouthed silently behind Sam’s back, knowing they were being watched. When Sam turned finally towards her, his face still a bit adorably ashen, she straightened her back, jumping quickly again into the bubbly persona that was so far working perfectly. “So, hey,” she smiled, “wanna see something? Dr. Kristina is about to examine a trial subject next door. A girl from our Development Team, taking the supplements. We can watch from the observation room.”

“Absolutely!” Sam replied, feeling like this was probably a good way to get back on track, do something official. He even got out his pad, checked on his pen as Ashleigh - wow, haha, that feels nice - took his hand and led him to a door. With a swipe of her ID they were in, a small darkened room where two other women stood in front of a large window looking into an adjoining room. Both in short lab jackets, they turned to the entering pair and nodded in greeting. One tapped an earpiece, the other leaned over to switch on some piece of equipment on a portable cart aside her, but then both went back to what they were watching through the window. He also noticed two cameras in the upper corner of the room, which swiveled to train themselves on him. That makes sense, he thought, they want to keep tabs on Ashleigh and me, make sure we’re okay.

“Wow, a two-way mirror,” Sam said, obviously impressed, as he followed Ashleigh’s lead and stepped up to the window. In the next room, a tall brunette in a long lab jacket (who he thought he’d seen before in the hallways) was ushering an even taller redhead (who he knew he’d seen before, when he was first coming into the building...there was no forgetting her) to stand up against a wall. “Hey, that’s Bianca, right?” Sam asked. He’d always been pretty good with names, and this one was impossible to forget. He remembered those hips in that tight white skirt, that purr of a voice, and the enchanting perfume she’d left in her wake after he’d held the front door open for her. And though the skirt had been replaced by what looked like a thin patient’s gown, there was no mistaking the knockout figure beneath, and it was short enough to show off a pair of long, shapely gams. Of course he couldn’t appreciate the perfume, being separated from her by the glass, but he could hear everything through speakers in the room, including her alluring voice as she responded to the directions of the brunette.

“Of course, Dr. Zhestakova,” Sam heard Bianca reply, as the redhead stood up stock-straight, back against the far wall. He tried to keep from staring, but her obviously large breasts were hard to ignore. As was her height, which, against the measured height-marks on the wall, seemed to read as-

“Five-foot eleven inches,” the doctor read off, making notes on a clipboard. Her accent was strong, vaguely Eastern European, and to Sam she seemed like she was all business. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and Sam could appreciate that this g-...this woman, this professional doctor-person...was no slouch in the figure department, either. Hidden, of course, by the lab jacket, but she looked really nicely curvy and full in the bust as well.

Wow, Sam marveled, I can see why they don’t hire guys to work here. Too much scenery. They’d never get anything done!

“Hey, Marcia,” Ashleigh asked, “Do you have the “Before’ pictures for Bianca on you?”

One of the two technicians, standing at the left end of the window-wall, spoke something in acknowledgment and began to swipe into the tablet she held. Sam noticed that the instrument on the cart had begun to flash, rhythmically, a small green light.

“Bianca, please remove your robe,” the doctor instructed, and - with what Sam could only peg as a satisfied smile - seemed to look right into the mirror and, as she unsnapped her gown...make eye contact with him.

This is a two-way mirror, right? Sam worried, privately, She can’t see us, can shhhhwwwhoOOAAAHHhhh…???

Sam’s mind stopped, and his heart nearly followed suit, as Bianca, a mere fifteen feet away, dropped her thin gown to the ground, to pool around her thin ankles. She stood straight, posture perfect, full chest high and proud. Wearing nothing but plain, high-waisted panties and a matching bikini-style bra, her proportions were magnificent, legs long and strong, waist thin with belled, womanly hips. Her abs stood out in washboard perfection, musculature athletic but insanely feminine. As if on cue, she shook out her mane of long, thick, auburn hair and smiled again, thinly, as if aware of her own flawlessness.

“Jeeeeeezus…” Sam said, aloud, and then winced, suddenly catching himself with a contrite “...sorry” to the ladies in the room. Where are your manners, you idiot! he scolded himself, You can’t go blurting things like that out, even if she is built like a...a-

“Goddess, huh?” Ashleigh remarked, a crooked smile belying her amusement at his predictable reaction. Sam, of course, was responding exactly the way he was supposed to when presented with a woman of Bianca’s appearance, her proportions, her scientifically-engineered perfection and beauty. Bianca was soon to be placed on assignment in their new clinical trial site in town, supposedly for the benefit of the male chief investigator, Sheryl’s estranged husband, in fact, the one with the wandering eye. I’m sure she’ll be a huge hit, Ashleigh thought, impressed herself with what they’ve done with Bianca’s figure. Though, she thought, there are a lot of goddesses walking the halls out there in Building Zero.  “The Progr-,,,uh...the “Product”, works wonders, huh?”

At that, Ashleigh took the tablet from the technician to her left.

Sam seemed speechless.

“Here, take a look at her “Before’ pictures,” Ashleigh said, offering the tablet to Sam, who was able to peel his eyes away from the Bianca in the other room to the Bianca in the pictures. A redhead, yes. But the old Bianca was both thin and somehow pudgy, her hair straight and lifeless. Her face was shapeless, her eyes without the gleam that was still fixed on him now. The same woman, sure. But...what a transformation!

“What a transformation!” he gushed in amazement, astonished by the obvious change in this woman over only-

“Six months,” Ashleigh said, “It’s been six months since those pictures were taken. Bianca’s obviously been doing a lot of dieting and exercise, but the Product has really helped!”

“Yeah, it’s, uh, amazing,” Sam spoke, still incredulous as he handed back the tablet and returned his gaze to the exam room, where the doctor was opening up a measuring tape. “Her, uh, muscles, her skin, hair. She’s, lost weight?”

“Gained it, actually,” one of the technicians interjected, eyes never leaving the tablet screen upon which she now tap-tap-tapped.

“...In all the right places,” Ashleigh added, watching Sam gapingly stare at the proceedings in the other room, dumbstruck  “The Product really does what you need it to. Improve fitness, help mental clarity. Immune system, complexion, hair. Even her ti-”

“Forty-Four inches,” came the doctor’s voice, through the speakers, as she removed the measuring tape from around Bianca’s impressive, perfectly buoyant bust.

“Haha yeah that…” Ashleigh laughed again, “Some girls experience breast growth, which is never a bad thing…”

“Yeah huh…” Sam mumbled, momentarily lost in the, uh, moment, the spectacle of this uber-woman having her measurements taken, right in front of his very eyes. Jiminy Crickets, he gaped in realization, this thing is going to sell like hotcakes. And it’s OTC??

“Twenty-four inches, waist…” came Dr. Kristina’s voice, “...thirty-six inches, hips…” as the technicians tap-tap-tapped alongside him, and the green light blinked. Every once in a while, they would look up at him, and the cameras would swivel…

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“Pupils dilating, at seven millimeters now,” Laura spoke, reading the figures from the monitor to Rina and Sheryl, “The girls in Building Zero will like to see this. Heart rate up, higher brain functions starting to drop…”

“Oh man,” Sheryl marveled, “they’re all the same…”

The three watched the young FDA inspector over the two security cameras in the observation room and through the feed of biometric data the equipment in the room was sending. Bianca was being put through a purposefully enticing series of exercises all ostensibly to measure such things as her health (pulse, O2 levels), flexibility (those back bends!) and fitness (the bouncing and the jiggling during the jumping jacks were particularly epic, Laura remarked glibly, and could probably be sold on some porn sites for extra cash).

“I’m sure the devushki in the backyard would love to get a look at his vasopressin and oxytocin levels,” Laura remarked, continuing to scroll through numbers, “Maybe we’ll let them try to get one of their nano-tracker things into him at some point…”

“Well, that remote EEG is showing that suggestibility should be up, by now,” Rina noted, reaching over Laura to click through a few of his alpha patterns, just as Bianca was just finishing up some gratuitous hip-rolls that seemed to really light up some neurons. She was sometimes amazed at herself; she’d learned so much, since starting to work here! “Maybe Ash can work on him now a bit, before the bloke goes ahead and creams his pants...”

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Again, it was a palpable relief for Sam as, finally, Dr. Zhestakova was done with her exam of Bianca. The statuesque redhead had slipped back into her gown, the doctor had made her final notes, and the two had left the exam room, shutting down the lights. Likewise, the two technicians in the observation room with Ashleigh and Sam were wordlesslesly exiting, leaving the two of them alone in the near darkness with the blinking green light and two cameras.

“So, whaddja think?” Ashleigh asked, as the door closed after Marcia. She’d gotten a text from Rina, and was in the clear to talk to him a bit about...stuff.

Sam, for himself, was not sure how to feel. He’d just spent the better part of the last half-hour outright ogling possibly the hottest woman he’d ever seen, near-naked, in the presence of three other women. When Bianca got on that treadmill? He felt it: his eyes nearly popped out of his head! Plus, he wasn’t so sure about how great of a two-way mirror this was; throughout the whole thing he kept getting the feeling like Bianca knew she was being watched, and not just by a couple of female technicians. That smile of hers - he felt like a lech! He was sure the three ladies in the room here saw him staring: how would that make them feel? What would they think of him, that he was just some stupid, horny guy? Where he was supposed to be here on official, government duty? There was no amount of apologizing he could do to make it better. But what could anyone expect?? The girl, built like she was, had been in her underwear! He didn’t know anyone could ever look that...magnificent, and he was sure that the awe had been written all over his face. There were boobs and thighs and hair...everywhere! He was still reeling, but knew he needed to be able to speak, salvage some dignity. He looked at the “before” statistics of Bianca’s he’d been given, and then these new results from the exam. “I, uh...yeah. Diet, exercise, sure. But the results are, uh, impressive. I think this product is going to be very...uh…”

“Popular?” snickered Ashleigh, obviously amused by Sam’s consternation.

“Y-y-yeah…” he stammered.

“Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry,” she laughed, “I know you were trying not to stare. Bianca’s had a lot of success, but believe me there are girls with even bigger...results.”

Wow. Bigger? He suddenly had the image of himself green-stamping the final papers, allowing the world access to a product that would...yikes...help women change like this? Girls everywhere with busts growing, becoming so hot…and it’s supposed to also help “mental acuity”? “Focus and concentration” too? Could this be for real? For women? Man, he wanted this to be real...

“But, now, what I heard was that this product was going to be, uh, like, exclusive?” Sam asked. The two of them, previously, had pulled up chairs and taken seats. “Why not make it more, like, available to the public? So more women could have acc-”

“Well, that’s kinda what one of our, uh, international partners is doing. It’s got its own supplements in the works. One of them is their Program that’ll be for a bigger, uh...target market,” Ashleigh explained, “It’s still a little ways off, now, before it’ll be ready. But, did you see the big building, out behind us?”

He thinks he remembers driving up, seeing a looming facility behind the building he was now in. “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

“That’s going to be manufacturing, a big facility for their Program, when it gets approved here in the States,” she said, ”Evolution is just gearing up for it now, but it’ll be...big.”

Sam Packer blinked, thinking, beginning to get a sense of how massive this whole supposedly tiny supplement company actually was. Or, rather, how massive the organization behind it was. Most of that, he figured, didn’t really concern him. He was really just supposed to concentrate on this one product, by this one branch of the parent company.

Watching the poor boy struggle with what was certainly starting to feel overwhelming for him, Asheigh made some decisions, thinking to herself. His suggestibility is up, this room is small, my pheromones are probably working. The others have left. I can be a little more bold...

“Soooo….” she began, swiveling at the hip towards him as she put down her folio, letting her voice take on the purr that was beginning to get a bit more natural for her, “speaking of big, what did you think about Dinara?”

“Oh, uh…” Sam replied, suddenly caught off guard. Dinara? he thought, The giant Security lady? Just picturing her again made the butterflies come back. “She was...really nice.”

“Well, don’t tell anyone I’ve talked to you about this, but she’s kind of the poster child of one of our parent company’s other, like, brands,” Ashleigh continued, “Supplements for muscle growth, just for women. Intense stuff, experimental. Maybe with military uses.” In the semi-darkness, she watched his face. “Overseas they’re really working hard on it.”

“Wow, really…” Sam said, not really knowing how else to respond. Russia? Did she mean Russia? He couldn’t shake the feeling that his mind was being smothered in a nice, warm blanket. It was making it difficult to think, easy to just go along with what Ashleigh was saying, to just smile and nod.

“Yeah, I’ve seen some video. It’s wild,” she said, her voice more intimate as she inched her chair a bit closer to his. She could tell, yes, that the scent coming from her was working, that just her mere presence nice as a woman was bending his wil to hers. She lllloved that, it made her feel so...powerful. She inched in closer still. “Like, imagine lots more women like her. Armies of them. Women that just keep getting bigger and bigger, like Dinara is doing.” She could hear his breathing, felt like she could even maybe hear his heartbeat. “Imagine what they could do.” She was aware, whatever it was, that this seemed to turn him on. .

“Do you like big women?” she asked, suddenly bluntly.

“Oh, uh….” he stammered, feeling hot in the face. How did she…? That recently he’d been…? He was glad it was kinda dark, that hopefully she couldn’t see him flush.

“It’s okay,” she purred, pulling in even closer still to him, placing one hand on his left knee, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots of guys are getting that way, being able to admit it.” She smiled sympathetically at him, threw her mane of curly red hair behind  her shoulder. “I think it’s a natural thing, an instinct. Being drawn to a strong woman, someone bigger and stronger than you, someone that can protect you.” She bit her lower lip, letting her brown eyes pool a bit and allowing him to gaze into them, “Like a, y'know...mother.”

urk.

Despite herself, Ashleigh had felt a familiar rush in her chest. Hold off, hold off, she thought, giggling to herself, remembering how things felt with her thesis advisor and reprimanding herself. No good, and not here!!

Sam, in the meantime, was thinking back on the training session for the sales team meeting that they had peeked in on about an hour ago. He’d met a couple really pretty reps, one of them was named Abby if he remembered. They were watching some new training videos about how to convince doctors that Evolution products were going to be right for them and their patients. “At the, uh, s-sales meeting we saw?” he stuttered,  “I remember thinking it was pretty aggressive...how they wanted to...well, I thought that’s what they meant when they said they were a company focused on growth haha...”

“Oh, that too!” Ashleigh agreed, squeezing his knee and leaning in closer, “We...Evolution...is very focused on growth. On getting bigger...” At that, she leaned back, stretching her arms out wide, emphasizing the magnificent bust squeezed tautly into her tight, ribbed brown turtleneck. “...and bigger!”

Sam’s eyes goggled; he couldn’t help it. Gee willikers this girl had a rack! “That’s, um, that’s great…” he mumbled, finally able to peel his peepers away, cast them down.

“Because the company has very maternal ideals,” she continued, relaxing her posture again, pushing her tortoiseshell glasses up her nose and crossing her hands onto her lap in a practiced move, bulging her big new tits lusciously. She watched his eyes drift back to her. “They think getting bigger will help us be more nurturing, help us encourage our customers in their growth and development,” she said, as she drew in a deep breath, swelling her chest, “Even the doctors we partner with - they could use some guidance too, some..haha...mothering.”

“Y-yeah, haha…” he peeped, feeling bashful.

He was fighting, she could see, he was fighting so hard not to just look down and stare at her chest. Feeling extra bold, and encouraged by his timidity, Ashley took one of his hands in her left one, put her right hand on the back of his neck, and leaned in to him. Her big breasts pressed into his upper arm and shoulder. “And, the bigger we get, the more we know we can help women’s issues in general, help empower women,” she said, smiling as she felt herself fall more and more into this sex-kitten routine she knew he’d like, puffing up his ego so he still thinks he’s in control, even as she basically used her charms to lead him where she wanted like a lost puppy. She heard her voice changing, felt her skin warming, her pheromones flow. She wanted, suddenly, to make him utterly helpless. “It’s very important to us…”

“i-i-it...it is important…” he concurred, sheepishly.

“We’re just so...excited, to watch ourselves grow and grow and grow,” she drawled, pressing herself even more firmly into him, until her tits had basically enveloped the better part of his upper arm, “and we hope you are, too. Excited to watch us grow. See us get…” She squeezed his arm. “... bigger.”

“Y-yeah, sure…” Sam stammered,  at this point, in the darkness of the observation room totally hard in his khakis, “I want you guys to do well…” Ashleigh was being so really, uh...friendly.

“Oh, we’re so happy to hear that..!” Ashleigh cooed, leaning in now so that her lips drifted just outside his ear. She’d dropped her voice to a baby-doll whisper, and spoke softly, intimately into him. “That’s why we need you to be so focused on getting this job done, with great attention to detail...” She breathed into his ear, felt him squirm. “And that’s why I’m here, to help you…every step of the way…”

Sam groaned.

Unseen by him, Ashleigh looked up at one of the cameras above them and - with a smile - winked. She could almost hear them all laughing.

“Sam,” she purred, “you can help us get bigger, and bigger, and bigger…”

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