What´s More Convenient? - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

They needed a plan, a way to create something, a test or paper, that proves he´s not carrying a contagious disease. That he won´t spread a virus, that he´s not going to make everyone shrink here at the office.

“Let´s discuss this at my office.” Mrs. Sinclair said.

“Sure… maybe after lunch? I…” He doesn´t feel really sure this is a good idea. With the rumors of them hooking up, it´ll be for the best not to be spotted making their way to her office.

“Right now.” She declared.

“How about later?” He insisted, not meaning to waste a lot of her time giving explanations. He knows she won´t take a no for an answer, why is he even trying to persuade her? Maybe he thinks there´s a chance? That she´ll have some sort of care for him or what he says? The answer´s…

“No, right now.” She declared, a bit upset to repeat herself.

“I…” when she realized he was hesitating, and more important, not moving, she made him.

“Come, you´re wasting my time.” And so, the amazon grabbed his hand and pulled him.

How easy is it for a 6´8” woman to move a 5´6” man? Well, when the woman´s as thick and curvaceous as Mrs. Sinclair, that would make her twice his weight; her growth being the result of a beautification spell, it means she´s firm, tight, her muscles grow as well, and there´s not much fat in her body. Therefore, she´s much stronger too, even if she´s not built as a bodybuilder.

She easily dragged him, he had to rush his feet not to lose balance and fall to the floor. This wasn´t very kind of hers, but what was he expecting? When she wants something, anything, she wants it right now.

—

A moment later, he was sitting in front of her boss´s desk. It was hard not to notice how sensuous her body had become.

He was sitting on a chair, right in front of her desk, and she was sitting on top of her desk. Her big butt, spread juicily on top of it, taking up over half the space on the desk. Her thighs,so thick, so plump, they were right at his eye level, it was hard to ignore their size; and it was hard to ignore the way her pants just seem so tight, she fills them up quite nicely, and he can see how she struggled a bit to cross those thick legs.

On top, he´s checking out her top. Her bosom. Her boobs, which are almost overspilling her blouse, jiggle when she moves, they go up and down when she takes a breath. And he wonders, how tall was she again?

It was hard for him to admit that such a big woman turns him on. All of those ideas, all of those thoughts he had on size, on height, they didn´t seem so accurate now. Jealousy was the main reason why he didn´t date a woman taller than him, and what society thinks, how they will compare him to her, that was another. And now, he´s lusting after the biggest amazon of a woman he´s seen.

Mrs. Sinclair was a thick, curvaceous, and sexy amazon woman, standing at 6´8” and with the shape of a muse. Of course, she didn´t make it all the way here without him.

“Ok, I´ve been thinking on our situation…” She started, looking down at him from above her desk.

Our situation? He wondered. Does she mean their relationship? Could she be thinking on making things official between them? No way, right? And, why would he care? Why is he now eager to listen to her words, her opinion on the relationship they now have. whether it is professional or not, if it´s love or not. Maybe he wants to know if she actually likes him and if she´s not just using him?

“We need to create some sort of proof, some piece of paper, that ensures you´re a normal person. Well, as normal as you can be.” She added, and what´s not normal about him? As always, she´s just trying to demean him and declare herself as someone superior. She´s “normal”, whatever he meant by that.

“Will you… write it? I mean, will you prepare all that documentation?” He asked.

Mrs. Sinclair giggled, and then she frowned. “If I could, do you think I´ll need you here? Don´t be dumb, Kyle. I can´t be the one making the papers, we need someone else, a professional, to check on you. And then, to make those papers, and finally, I´ll sign them… no wonder why you´re not getting a promotion, of course you don´t know how things work.” That was offensive, slightly true, but there´s no need to call him an idiot while explaining.

“Oh… ok.” He simply said, what else was he supposed to do? Insult her back? She´s the boss, plus, she knows she can shrink him, so he won´t poke the bear. She´s got too much power right now.

“I know someone who can help us. She´s the director at a hospital. You and I will be heading there as soon as my shift is done.” she declared.

That sounds like a good plan, but… isn´t her shift over a lot later than his? She doesn´t work from Nine-to-Five like he does, she stays late, he´s unsure if her shift is Nine-to-Six, or if she just stays for longer, sometimes he´s been told she stays until the late night!

“But, Mrs. Sinclair, isn´t your shift over like… a lot later than mine?” He asked. 

“So? Can´t you wait?” She complaint.

“I mean… I could, but I´m not sure if it´ll be a good idea…” he wanted to ask her for how long he´ll wait, but he doesn´t want to piss her off more than she already seems. 

“And why is this not a good idea?” She asked, bending over as she crossed her arms underneath that heavy chest of hers.

He swallowed, why not? What to say that doesn´t make him just seem that he doesn´t feel like waiting hours for her. “Well… I don´t think it´ll be a good idea because… you know, people might see me and… get suspicious. Maybe, it´ll be weird for me to be here at such late hours without a reason?” he asked.

“You could be working extra-hours. It´s as simple as that. But I´m sure that´s not your main concern…” she looked at him closely.

He could feel she was about to say something.

He can´t fool her, she´s wiser than that. And she´s right, work extra-hours, that could be a good explanation. However, it wouldn´t help with the fact that everyone thinks he´s got an affair with the boss.

He seemed nervous, and Mrs. Sinclair was looking directly at him, thinking. It was obvious that he had other reasons, she was looking for the answer. And soon, she found one.

The expression on her face changed, now she was smiling. But it was not a kind smile, it was a smile of victorious arrogance, she had found her answer.

“I think I know the reason…” he swallowed, was she about to call him a lazy piece of trash for not wanting to wait for her? “Everyone will be leaving, and the office will be alone… you´re scared someone takes that as a chance to come find you, aren´t you?” What?

Was she talking about Brad? Does she think he´s scared he´s going to go all the way to his desk and try to get him back?

“I… what… scared of being alone?” He started.

“I got you, don´t try to pretend. You feel vulnerable, without all witnesses around you.” She declared.

“I´m not… scared? Me?” Only because he´s been shrunken down to 5´6”, that doesn´t mean he´s scared of someone else.

“Aww, you are scared. Don´t lie. If you´re scared of being alone, then come to my office. As soon as you´re done, come here and… I can take care of you.” she declared.

Great, now she thinks he needs protection. This was so annoying, but… did she say take care?

Is she showing a kinder side of hers? Caring, attentive. Was this a way for her to show a more gentle side? An excuse to be nicer?

“I should come?” He asked, wanting to prove the true meaning of her words.

“Mhmm, you can come here. No one will mess with you if you´re at my office.” she nodded.

“That´s, uhm, nice of you.” Is she actually being kind?

“That´s right,” she continued. “In fact, just to make sure you´re safer, why don´t you sit on my lap.” He quivered a bit, did she just say sit on her lap?

And then, she just kept going. “You can come sit on mommy´s lap, where she´ll protect you from those mean people. My little, scaredy, weak worker. Of course I´ll take care of you…” she was just teasing him.

He could see her evil grin as she spoke. This was all in order to humiliate him, and why did she say mommy again? Was that only to humiliate him further?

“Thank you, but I can take care of myself.” He declared, annoyed.

His annoyance only made her smile grow wider. She hit him right where it hurts, his pride. Of course he´s an independent man, and what does that kind of men hate? Dependency. What a better way to tease him than to say she´s his boss-mommy? Plus, she knows her size only makes this far more humiliating to him.

“Aww, sugar, don´t be so upset. Mommy´s just trying to help.” she added, giggling a bit.

“Can you, please, stop with that? I don´t like it.” He declared.

“Aww, are your feelings hurt? Hmm? Am I too mean?” She doesn´t care, she´s just doing this to annoy him more.

She had her laugh, now it was time to get serious and tell him how things will work.

“We´ll go meet my friend once I´m done here. As soon as your shift is over, you can do whatever, I just want you here, at my office, before mine ends, so we can go to my car and drive there.” She said.

“Ok, and… at what time are you normally over?” he asked. Not really hoping for an answer.

“Well, I don´t have much to do so… I think I´ll be leaving my office by 6:00 pm.” An hour? Ok, that´s a reasonable amount of time.

And so, the plan was to be at her office by 6, what will he do during that hour? It´s not like it´s much time either, right?

—

When his shift was over, he just sat on his chair for a moment, looking at the ceiling, wondering what exactly will happen.

Were they going to walk into the clinic, give the lady his information, and then walk out with the papers? It´ll be simple, it´ll be quick. After all, efficiency is what Mrs. Sinclair always wants, things done properly and fast.

As he waited, he noticed how people were leaving. Not everyone leaves as soon as the clock reads 5:00 pm. However, by 5:10, he was alone. Everyone at his area was gone.

Ten minutes had passed, what should he do? Go get dinner? Well, she didn´t say he couldn´t leave the building, only to be at her office before 6:00 pm. However, he didn´t have much time left before that, not enough to go get some dinner and come back.

He decided to get some water. He picked up his stuff and went to the vending machine. 

A bottle of water, that´ll be more than enough for now. After all, he always has dinner at 7:00 pm or so. If they leave by 6:00, then, they should be there somewhere close to 6:30, and finally, get done by 7:00. If Mrs. Sinclair is nice, she can take him to dinner. It won´t help with all those rumors of them having an affair, but who´ll know?

He spend some time walking around, most of the building was empty. He could see a janitor or two cleaning the space. Maybe one or two people working some extra time, as Mrs. Sinclair said.

By 5:30, he was out of ideas on what to do. Should he get to her office? Or would this be too soon?

He decided to go find a sit and waste some time on his phone. Scrolling through social media, maybe there´s a funny video he can watch, or a couple of them.

But that wouldn´t last for long. He was already tired of working on his screen, spending more time at his phone only made his eyes sleepy. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

He doesn´t like the new perspective, as he looks at himself in the mirror, as he notices the level of the sink, there´s a lot of difference between 5´11” and 5´6”, he used to be five-inches taller, and now… 

After all those things he did, he realized it was still a quarter before six. How can time go this slow? He really had nothing else to do, so he decided to go to his boss´s office. Maybe she´ll leave earlier? It´ll be a good idea to be at her office slightly early.

He knocked at her door, at 5:55 pm, and the walked in.

“Hello, Mrs. Sinclair.” He said.

She rose her eyes from the computer, “Hello.” and then turned back at it.

She seems busy, maybe they won´t be leaving within five minutes. Or maybe they will. He´s unsure.

“I´ll have a sit here…” he said, going to a couch that was located at the corner of the room.

“Mhmm…” was all she said, not paying much attention.

In his mind, the main question was, how much longer will he have to wait? Maybe it would´ve beena  better idea for her to give him the address of the hospital, and the name of her friend; he could´ve gone there by himself, and probably be done by the time they will leave.

—

How long will he wait? He thought five more minutes were too short. Then, ten went by. Then fifteen, by the time he checked on his phone, it was 6:30 pm, and Mrs. Stalwart was still locked on her computer.

He was bored, he knows he should not speak, he wouldn´t want to distract her. And he wondered, how much longer?

Of course, she can´t wait for anyone, but everyone should always wait for her. That´s how it works, her time´s the one that actually matters, her delays are justified, as they always will be. Why? Because she´s doing “more important” things.

Kyle was tired, he was looking at the ceiling, it was close to 7:00 pm now, and with all the boredom, his mind had little things to care for. He was tired of thinking about this shrinking curse, he didn´t feel like checking out his boss´s body. He was just trying not to think and for time to fly.

But his body had other plans. What does it need right now? His brain was checking. Water? He already drank. Bathroom? He´s good. Now, what else? What time is it? Well, his brain knows it´s dinner time…

growwlll…

Was that his stomach? He could feel it, sure he was hungry, he´s been doing nothing for two hours, it´s about time to get something to eat. But there´s no chance.

He should´ve asked her, maybe he could´ve gone to a nearby restaurant, but he didn´t. And now, he was stuck here.

Hopefully, she didn´t hear it. However, it didn´t stop here…

groooowwwwwlll Again

GRRROooooOOOoWWlll AGAIN!

GRRRROOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!! AGAIN!!!

And that last time was the last!

“Oh my god! Can you stop with that already! It´s hard to focus with all that churning of your stomach!” She complaint.

Kyle was aware of his hunger, but he was not aware the sound of his stomach would be that loud. Well, let´s keep in mind that they are alone at her office, a quiet office, any sound makes more noise than it would in a crowded room. Everything was so serene, and then, his stomach decides to make some noise.

The first time, it was unnoticed by her, but the second one, she hear it and tried to understand what it was. It didn´t help that the sound became louder and louder, when she out her finger on it, she was upset. She got distracted by his growling stomach? How upsetting.

“Sorry, but I can´t help it. I´m hungry…” he replied.

“Unbelievable…” she rolled her eyes.

“I could´ve picked some dinner… but I thought we were going to be at your friends place by now…” He´s not totally saying she´s delaying this, but that´s kind of a fact.

“You´re lucky, if I didn´t need you to maintain that size until the papers are done, you´d be microscopic by now.” She grunted. And then, she had an idea.

Mrs. Sinclair smiled, a bit wickedly, he deserves a punishment, but she cannot do it on the usual way, without people suspecting, however, there´s a little something he hates…

“Listen, I got half a lasagna from my lunch. If you´re so hungry, you can have it.” She said, pulling a topper from the cabinet behind her.

“It´s…” he didn´t seem so sure. How long has it been there?

“Relax, it´s from today. I brough two large pieces, you know since I´m a bigger lady, but two were a bit too much… Half is yours, to appease your hunger.” She declared, stretching her arm.

He was unsure, but it´ll be better to eat than to hold back his hunger. He stood up, took the topper and thanked her.

“There´s a microwave over there, you can heat it up, it´s a bit cold.” He looked at her in confusion, a microwave at her office? “What? Do you think I have the time to reheat my meals at the cafeteria? Go on. There´s also a fork over there.”

Well, that was suspiciously kind, where´s the punishment? How will she annoy him?

As soon as he took one bite, she asked. “Is it good?” 

Kyle nodded, it was quite delicious. The sauce was amazing, the cheese was so creamy and tasty, and the meat tasted like paradise.

Now, time for her tease. “Aww, I´m glad you liked mommy´s lasagna. Ish my whittle employee shatishfied?” He almost chokes with those words of hers. 

“Stop it!” She laughed for an entire minute, a bit longer. He would´ve stopped eating, but he was hungrier than he was upset.

He let it be, after all, they still have who knows how much longer left before they go meet her doctor friend, and then, who knows how much before they get a proper solution.

this will be a long night, that´s for sure…