Growing into the Job, Post 455: Gala, p13

“It was so great to meet you tonight, Rina,” said the soon-to-be new Administrative Director of Far Horizons Evolution Center, which would be opening its doors to the public - eek! - this coming Monday. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wake him up? I’m sure he’d love to say hi.”

“No that’s okay, Melissa,” answered Rina Rubens, the ex-illicit ‘girlfriend’ of the small man that lay softly snoring on the ground below the three women, at the feet of the colossal female statue. Rina had actually considered the idea - somehow the two hadn’t crossed paths all evening, yet she knew the look on his face would be absolutely priceless - but she reconsidered when she thought of her young daughter at home.  “I’ll drop in to see him some time next week. My office’ll be right down the hall in the new wing,” she said, adding, “There’ll be plenty of time to chat.”

“You two are going to have a lot to talk about,” snorted Abby Solowicki, longtime ‘friend’ of Melissa and co-worker of Rina’s at Evolution Pharmaceuticals. All three women were instrumental in getting the Product’s successful clinical trial underway here at Far Horizons. 

"Haha yeah we should get a cup of tea together sometime soon,“ Melissa smiled, already eager to hear Rina’s stories from years ago, her times with Jay. The rumors she’d heard from some of the older employees here, the girls that had worked here before her time, made her bite her lip in anticipation, and she couldn’t help but think about what Rina’s insights could mean for her and Jay’s future. “All the tea you want, my treat!”

“Wanna compare notes? Haha yah sure,” Rina chuckled, gazing down at her ex. Though it shouldn’t have come as that big of a surprise, it boggled her mind to actually see him like this, so shrunken and frail. She recalled how he used to hold her, and she him. She could still remember what he smelled like when they’d had their clandestine Thursday nights together, away from the eye of his now ex-wife Sheryl. They’d meet at her townhouse, or a cheap hotel. She was younger then, and it seemed both ages ago and like it was just yesterday. Though the whole affair had really been a calculated career move on her part - he’d been her boss, and having him in her bed had its advantages - part of her was still mad about the way things ended, part of her still hurt, slighted…even if it was just her pride. The way he’d discarded her back four years ago still rankled her, and made that same prideful part of her want to put her high heel on his sleeping head and crush his little man-child skull. But she knew revenge could be had in other ways, and they could be much sweeter. Rina was okay with the long-game, and looking at him now it was obvious that play was already well underway. “I’d dig giving you some history, and I’d love to hear how he’s doing. Tea sounds awesome.”

“I’d like that!” Melissa smiled. New friends are great!

Rina had been broken away from the last of the lingering guests at the gala by Abby to meet Melissa about a half an hour ago, a reluctant smile on her face as she’d been just about to leave. It had already been a long night, and she had enjoyed herself immensely. The food was delicious, the music enchanting, and the company charming. But as the clock struck midnight, Rina's thoughts turned back to home. She had promised her mother that she would be back by now, and she didn't want to worry her.

“Anyway, I have all Gianna’s equipment packed up. I really need to get home,” Rina finally said. The gala had ended a while ago, and the cleaning crew of those strange men that she was told live downstairs was - wow, very efficient - nearly done. They’d swiftly and silently cleared the atrium of nearly any sign that there’d been a big crowd of people here less than an hour ago. It was a marvel that just a little while ago the place had been teeming with people, music, drinks and food….not to mention the cameras of the press. “I have my mom babysitting but she gets nervous if I’m home too late,” Rina explained.

Hugs were given, and Rina walked off, her heels’ echoes amplified by the stone and glass that made up the all-but-empty space. The sleek lines of the architecture contrasted with the young woman’s sensuous curves as both Melissa and Abby watched her; the two of them could plainly see how Dr. J could have been ensnared by the girl’s shapely silhouette. Big ass, small waist, big tits. His kryptonite. 

Abby Solowicki sipped the last of her red wine once Rina was out of earshot and the big glass front door, entrance to the facility, had sealed behind her. “Well, you two got along surprisingly great, all things considered,” she said to Melissa, the asset she’d been charged with keeping happy and content over this past year or so. And her job, in part, was far from over. “Soooo….you’re not jealous? Having his old girlfriend working here?”

To that, Melissa looked down at the smaller, older woman, as if surprised by the question. She appraised her for a moment. Abby was attractive, sure, and put herself together well. Melissa had known that she’d taken a little bit of that stuff they called “Program” (which she knew these new girls from Coronado were positively bursting with), before the two had ever met. So Abby was well-built, easily kept herself in shape, and maybe a bit above-average in height for a woman. She was, though, when all things were said and done, still just a regular human, so when Melissa took that moment to stand up straight, confidently, pushing out her chest and inflating her powerful torso with a swelling breath, it was apparent that the two women were nearly of different species. Abby was just a human, and so was this Rina person. Melissa looked down and stopped herself from snickering at the silent, awed reaction she got from her friend. She didn’t even have to speak to make her point.

Do you think I have anything to be nervous about? 

”Haha wow I guess the answer’s ‘no’ on the jealousy question,” Abby laughed, taking another sip of Merlot from the dregs of her plastic wine cup. She’d felt her body respond, fight-or-flight, with Melissa’s casual display of size. Standing alongside this woman was beginning to be unnerving, especially knowing what she was capable of, and fearing that one day Melissa might come to realize what Abby’s motivations had been throughout their sham of a friendship. She was starting to agree with some of the higher-ups: something’s gotta be done about this girl. In the meantime, though, she had to continue to play the engaged, invested, close friend. “Actually, I haven’t asked in a while,” Abby began again, “how are you two doing?”

“We’re doing so good!” Melissa beamed, unable to take her eyes off her little suitor, the man at their feet - and at the foot of the magnificent statue. The lights had been brought back on, partially, for the cleaning crew. She remembered the last time she and Abby had really talked, at lunch last week, and the advice she’d been given. Abby, like her friend Shanette, had taken on a very maternal role in her relationship with her boyfriend and had urged Melissa to start doing the same. She had felt herself already rising to the occasion, and felt well prepared for providing him all the warmth, comfort and protection he needed. “I love him so much.”

“You really are looking out for him, aren’t you?” Abby said gently.  “It’s truly been something to see, Tits. Your, like, metamorphosis into a…well, into almost a kind of mother figure for him, and all the girls here.”

“Hahah…uhm…it’s sweet of you to say that,” Melissa chuckled, quietly considering her place in all this. Below her, Jay slumbered. “I know I need to be strong for him, and get stronger. Because he needs me. He doesn’t have a family, never really had a mom. He needs a mother figure to love him, and take care of him, and feed him, and, like…and take away his fear and his anxiety. That’s what I’m here to do now, Abby.”

“And you’re sure it doesn’t make you feel…I dunno. Burdened?” asked Abby. The power-that-be were fine with MM-1A smothering the man’s independence, infantilizing him. It was this “love” stuff that bothered them. It was clouding Melissa’s judgment already, and threatened to veer her away from her primary purpose. 

“‘Burdened’? Oh no!” Melissa replied immediately, with a wide-eyed fervor. “Abby, you know, actually…and please don’t, like, tell him I said this, I know it would hurt him to know it. But…seeing how needy he is, seeing how small and helpless he’s becoming? I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s just…making me love him even more.”

Abby nodded, sipped at her now-empty cup of Merlot. This would have to go into her report.

“I’ve just completely fallen in love with how tiny he is to me,” Melissa continued.  “How sweet and cute and helpless. I can’t get mad at him when he can’t reach something, or struggles to do normal stuff. I…I actually like it, and he’s just too precious. If he keeps getting smaller, he'll hardly be able to do anything a normal person could do anymore, and…” She stopped herself, for a moment, gathered her breath. “I know this sounds wrong of me to say, but I love it.  I love how helpless he is. I think it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, just watching him walk around, watching him stare up at his big mommy-girlfriend as I do everything for him.  And Abby…I…I sometimes actually have to watch myself.”

Melissa knew she was blabbering, but Abby still seemed to be listening. People tended to listen to her these days. So she continued:

“I mean, my drive to, like, do better for him, protect him, keep him warm and safe, has really rubbed off on me. It’s made me a better manager. It’s made me more ambitious. Because I’m not just taking care of myself anymore, right?  I’ve got my tiny little man depending on me for everything, and it just pushes me up and up and up. It’s been amazing, really, having him around, having him need me. I’ve started to change in so many ways.”

“Hm, is that so?” came Aly’s response. She was trying to keep her voice level.

“Omigod totally!” laughed Melissa. “Oh, Abby. You know, right? Every day I wake up and it’s almost like I can do something new, or do something better. I can feel myself getting stronger, I have these abilities that are just like, crazy…”

Of course Abby knew what she was talking about. It was another thing that was making the bosses nervous. 

“And I want more,” Melissa continued, “I want more and more and more abilities, more strength, more size. The bigger and stronger and, like, more powerful I get, the better I can protect him, the better I can love him. And, of course, that’s not even considering how fun it is just to look at him, the bigger and bigger and bigger I get. How small he looks to me! Or how amazing it is to lift him, to carry him, to hold him, the stronger and stronger and stronger I get. It freaked me out a little at first, but I have to say, Abs, that recently I just can’t get enough of just staring at him, lifting him, carrying and holding him.  Like, he’s so light. And have you seen his little hands and feet!? So adorable!”

Abby noticed that Melissa was getting a little worked up. But she knew better than to stop her.

“And the way he just can’t help but gawk up at us all?” the tall young woman continued, “Abby, whenever we’re all around him, the girls and me here?  It’s like we’ve got our own personal little man…a tiny little admirer. You know, between you and me…I honestly think he loves how much tinier he is than us.  Have you seen how he stares up at us!? I think the size difference is emphasizing what was already here before, and he’s finally starting to…I don’t know…just accept his position among us, as the small one, the little one who depends on us women. And on me.”

Melissa was definitely breathing heavy.

“God,” she continued, invoking the name she’d told others to avoid as she ran a hand through her thick mane, “Do men know they’re so fucking delicious when we first start to fuck them? When they let out a groan and a tiny ‘fuck’ at the feeling of our walls wrapping all around them and just begging to be surrounded more by us? ‘Cuz they are. Tiny men are delicious.”

At that, Abby had to chuckle, and stop her asset from going off the rails. “Whoah whoah whoah, Tits,” she laughed, “Let’s stop right there. There’s little ears around.”

The two women glanced around the room. Yes, Dr. J was still sound asleep on the stone floor where Morgan had left him. Melissa’s monkeys, though, maybe only a half dozen of them now, were still puttering, cleaning up. Mostly done, but still within earshot.

Melissa laughed. “Yes yeah yeah, okay!” she agreed, “But, Abby, omigod. We took such a big step today. I tethered him to me, I showed him off like he was…like he was…I dunno. Like I was his owner. And he barely complained at all. And now we have our first appointment in the Regression Clinic next week. I can’t…I can’t wait.”

“It’ll be a good next step, I’m sure of it,” Abby smiled. The hopes were, from on high, that the therapist and her team would be able to get Melissa and her relationship with her target back on track. But she agreed: tonight was a good step for Melissa, the bosses would basically like her report. MM-1A was able to exert dominance, publicly, over the man, which is what they wanted to see. And I’m sure they’d like to see what’s about to happen here, she thought, sensing Melissa’s hormone levels skyrocketing, once I leave these two alone. She figured she should just let them get right to it.  “In the meantime, I’m going to leave you two,” Abby said. Looking up at the bigger woman, who was looking down at the small, sleeping man with a poorly disguised, hungry intent, she had an idea what would be going on soon between them. “Just don’t break the poor boy…”

Melissa’s answer was a smile that could only be called rapacious, huge and wide enough to nearly stretch ear-to-ear and a giggled little reply.  “I promise…”

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thanks again to RiF for his help in editing