What´s More Convenient? - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Kyle didn´t want anyone to see him like this. He didn´t want any unnecessary questions made about his condition. How can he explain?

He doesn’t even feel like explaining this, to anyone! The frustration, the annoyance, this is admitting he´s shorter, and he hates it!

Unfortunately, he´s forced to explain this. There´s people he has to explain this to, because he meets them on a daily basis. There´s no chance, not even a point, on postponing this for long.

However, there´s people he would prefer not to explain this, people he´d rather not even meet while this is going on.

Will there be a point when this ends? Will things get back to normal eventually? He´s looking forward to it.

One of these days, this will only be a memory in his brain, one of these days he´ll be back to normal. At least he hopes so.

There was no point on hiding it, people will know. Even when he wore heels, even when he learned how to hide them, someone will notice.

He´s shrinking proportionally, which means, his arms are also getting shorter. Everything in him is. Arms, legs, the size of his head. His waist, which also reminds him, his pants are starting to feel lose.

5´6” is not 5´11”, there´s plenty of differences between people who are five-inches apart when it comes to height.

Eventually, everyone will know. The gossip around the office flies. Mostly because everyone´s so bored that anything sounds better than paying attention at work. Now, how about hearing of a shrinking man?

Some will feel pity for the shrinking man. For Kyle. His condition was nothing anyone´s ever heard about before. Everyone who cares will wonder, does it hurt? Is he ok? Is he under any treatment? Are they already checking how this is evolving?

There are also other questions that can come out of this. Questions coming from those who see him more as an infected man rather than an ill one. Questions such as, is this contagious? What assures them there won´t be an epidemic of shrinking men?

There´s also others who won´t care, but Brad´s not amongst them. To Brad, this will be a joke, a reason to mock Kyle. An excuse to tease him, the perfect reason why to tease him!

The last person he wanted to tell anything about this was Brad. And now, he´s right before him.

Brad´s looking at Kyle from above. There was something about him Brad couldn´t quite point out. Something different about him.

Let´s be real, how come he can´t notice? It was obvious. An inch isn’t a noticeable difference, at least not when there´s someone you don´t see every day. However, five-inches? That´s a whole world of difference in height.

A difference that drives you from average, to VERY tall. A difference that takes you from being just someone else, to being THE tall guy in the room.

But there´s also a different side of this. It could also work the other way around, taking you away from average and dropping you on the short-man-realm. Making you THE shortest man in the room. And now, Kyle´s the short one here.

“Well, look who we´ve got here. Kyle…” Brad stated.

The other two guys behind Brad were now looking at Kyle. Which was great! Now they can help him finding out what´s wrong with him. To assist him in finding out he´s shorter. This was, of course, sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah. Congratulations, you can remember a name…” Kyle said, trying to look for a way out of this.

Kyle hated Brad, mostly because he was tall. 6´2”, but that was just a reason why to dislike him. As if he hated everyone above six-foot only because they were above the six-foot-mark and he wasn´t.

No, even if it was a reason why to think Brad was one of those tall guys who get all of the attention because they are tall, there was another reason why to dislike him. To hate him, actually.

And he hates Brad, not because of his height, but because of how much of a deuce he is.

“Bro, chill, there´s no need to rush.” Brad said while Kyle was trying to escape this awkward situation.

The tall guy took him by the shoulders and stopped him. Before, Kyle would´ve put a bit more of a fight, however, Brad was much taller than before. He had three-inches on Kyle, before, and now he´s got eight-inches. Brad´s a full head taller.

“Hey! What the…!” How can Kyle get out of this? When did Brad get so strong? And… will he find out?

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The height difference not only made Kyle shorter, but weaker. Smaller bones, smaller muscle, a lighter weight. Kyle´s not just down in size, but in strength.

And now, the annoying Brad became a bigger annoyance.

“Calm down, bro! No one´s trying to hurt you.” Brad said. And sure, he won´t hurt him, physically, but he´ll surely tease him.

“I´m calm! Now, get your… fucking hands off me!” Kyle pushed both his hands off of him.

Brad won´t manhandle him, they are at the office. He´ll get a warning for harassment, however, now that he´s got a chance to see Kyle some more…

“Wow, chill! But… Kyle, why do you want to leave? Is there something you don´t want us to know? Hmm? You know, I´ve seen you coming to the boss´s office pretty often these days…” he has?

Fuck, Kyle´s screwed! Well, maybe Kyle can come up with any lie, right? There´s a lot of reasons why anyone would come to the boss´s office.

“So? I´m just trying to fix some vacations. You know, work on how to schedule that and…” Kyle was trying to lie.

“What? That´s down with H.R. Don´t lie bro. Listen, I don´t know what you´re doing here, and I honestly don´t care. Whether you´ll get fired or you´re fucking her, that´s none of my business. However, there´s something about you, something different…” Brad was looking at him with close attention.

But not because he was trying to find out what was wrong, he already knew. Now, he was just trying to confirm it.

Looking at Kyle, from head to toes, Brad already knew what was going on.

Kyle could see it; it was easy to notice it. How can he turn the conversation somewhere else? How can he make Brad forget about this? Besides, the fact that he said he was having sex with the boss, well, he wasn´t so wrong about it, which made him quiver a bit.

“There´s nothing different!” Kyle said, trying to walk away, but Brad stopped him with a few words.

“For real? You think I´m stupid enough not to notice you´re shorter?” Kyle stopped; he froze.

Now what? To explain? To deny it? What can guarantee this conversation will be over faster?

“Well, yeah, you´ve noticed. So…” To admit it and walk away seemed as an easy way out.

“Ha! It suits you. You know, with all you´ve been saying, all that shit you´ve been talking about. So focused on everyone´s height. I knew it wasn´t good for you. And now… you´re losing the height you so much complaint about.” A wide grin was drawn on Brad´s face, meanwhile, both the guys behind him chuckled a little.

“I´ve never complaint… about wanting… about my height… why the fuck would I want to be shorter?” Kyle declared.

“Oh, it´s not a matter of what you wanted or not. I mean, I´m sure you wanted to be taller, you made sure everyone here knew that. No, this must be some sort of karma. As If the universe was trying to teach you a lesson. You shall not be so stressed about height. And you shall not be a pest about it for those others who are tall.” Well, he was wrong, and at the same time he wasn´t.

Yes, this was a lesson, but not coming from the universe, but from a lady. A witch. Something he won´t say.

“What? You believe in all that… cosmic bullshit? That we´re all somehow connected to the universe or some shit?” Kyle grunted.

“No,” Came Brad´s words, with an arrogant smile on his face. “It´s not bullshit. I do believe there´s someone out there watching us. And you, haha, you are clearly on their naughty list.”

“Whatever, think whatever you want. I´ll get going.” Brad´s got his laugh out of Kyle, now it´s time to go.

Before Kyle could walk out of there, Brad stopped him once again. It seems he can´t get out of there yet, he´s still got some dignity that must be shattered.

“Hold your horses, shortie…” Brad said, now standing before him and cutting his way.

“Fuck, now what?!” Kyle rose his voice, he was tired! All Brad wants is to tease him, this is just a waste of time.

“Heard that, guys? He seems to have a HUGE temper… quite a contrast to his size, don´t you think?” Those two just agreed with Brad.

Of course they would, these three will just agree with each other as long as they can have some fun with it.

“Get off the way.” Kyle declared.

“Or what? Hmm? I know what happened to you, but I think you owe an explanation, right?” He turned at his two friends, and Kyle could listen to the yes´s behind him. “Now… did you eat the piece of cake that will make you shrink? Hmm? Drank from the wrong bottle? What´s going on here?”

“Didn´t you just say that the universe was the one to blame?” Kyle frowned at him, Brad was supposed to have his answer already.

“Well… the universe only puts things together. I´m sure that, whatever that happened to you, you caused it. Now, speak…” He wasn´t so wrong.

Kyle did cause this to himself. He messed with the wrong woman. A woman who turned out to be a witch.

It´ll be easy to explain, probably Brad will believe him, if he believes in the whole universe magic stuff, why not sorcery? 

But Kyle´s not in the mood to explain him, he´s upset. Mad at this tall deuce.

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For a moment, Kyle looked up at Brad. He wanted to shatter his face, punch him right on that arrogant smile of his.

Was he strong enough to pick on a fight with such a big guy? Brad´s not just tall, he´s buffed! Probably around 220-pounds or so, of muscle of course.

Brad knew he had the upper hand, he was looking down at Kyle with such an arrogant smile. As if he was saying: “What? You´re not going anywhere until you explain…” Kyle won´t give him anything!

This idiot deserves no explanation.

“Why don´t you get the fuck off my face!!!” Kyle screamed.

He was tired, he was frustrated. He just wanted to get out of there and give no explanations.

Brad gave one step forward, closer to Kyle, trying to intimidate him just with his height. But then, a voice came from behind him. An even louder, and more upset voice.

“What´s going on in here?! I can´t focus with all this yelling!” That was Mrs. Sinclair.

Brad´s eyes went wide as soon as he spotted her. It´s been a while since he´s seen the boss in person, and she wasn´t a 6´8” amazon the last time he saw her.

Brad recalls Mrs. Sinclair standing somewhere between 5´6” and 5´9”, probably with heels, however, she was never taller than him. Much less by six-inches!

Kyle swallowed, he was the one who yelled, will this cost him some inches? Hopefully not.

Meanwhile, Brad gave a couple steps forward. He looked at Mrs. Sinclair from head to toes. She was huge! How? And, does this have anything to do with Kyle?

Brad and the other two idiots were looking at Mrs. Sinclair with a stupid look on their faces. Not only because she was the boss and she was mad, but because she was HUGE!

How? Everyone knew she wasn´t a tall woman, maybe above average, but nothing this drastic! Besides, does she look different? Other than the height, doesn´t she look hotter?

No one would dare take a look so abruptly at her body, but they can surely tell her boobs are bigger. And that her body´s now a sensuous hourglass one, with thick, fleshy hips.

“I don´t know what´s going on here, and I don´t care! Whatever the problem is, take it somewhere else. In fact, don´t! Keep it to yourselves, this is a work place, not a place to yell. Now, everyone, get back to work.” She didn´t even stop to look at Kyle.

Maybe she didn´t even notice he was there. Mrs. Sinclair´s not the kind of lady who´ll be nice enough to come and save your ass from this kind of situation.

She´s clearly upset because of all the noise. Angry because she cannot focus on her work.

Brad moved, about to walk away, but before, he turned at Kyle, bent over and whispered to his ear:

“I don´t know what´s going on here, but you´re shorter, and she´s definitely taller, I´ll get to the end of it…” he whispered to his ear, so bluntly.

“No more chatting! Didn´t you hear me, Bradley? I gave you an order, I gave ALL of you an order. Now, get out of my sight…” Time to go.

Brad frowned, things were out of his control, but one of these days, he´ll get to know what´s happening.

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Brad and the other guys walked away, Kyle just stood there, waiting for them to leave. The last thing he wants is for them to follow him and get the truth out of him. That´s something Mrs. Sinclair wouldn´t want either. Right?

Kyle was looking away when he heard Mrs. Sinclair´s heavy steps approaching him from behind.

She bent, holding her hands behind her back, pushing her juicy butt back as she now whispered:

“Didn´t you hear? That includes you, Kyle. Get back to work.” She commanded, gently, but still a command.

“S-sorry! I will.” He said as he turned.

“Didn´t I tell you before to get back to work? Hmm? You´ve been out of my office for a while. You´re not just slacking around, are you?” What? This is on him now?

He must be true to her, after all, she´s the boss. Besides, she might understand.

“Sorry, but… it´s his fault!” great, that sounded as if he was putting the blame for some mistake of his on someone else. “I was on my way. I wanted to get out of here. But that… he stopped me! Brad was on my way and… he also wanted to, you know, find out about my shrinking. And now… it seems he´s also suspicious on your growth.” He said, a bit lower as he said the last few words.

Mrs. Sinclair looked at him, unamazed by his words. “So? Don´t tell him anything. It´s as simple as that.”

“Well… easy for you to say. Did you see how tall he is?!” Kyle said, meaning he´ll get the truth out of him one way or another.

“He seems pretty short to me. But I´m sure he´s much bigger for someone like you. sigh But I guess you´re right…” Now, this sounds as something Mrs. Sinclair will have to fix.

“Here.” Mrs. Sinclair said as she handed him a card.

“What is it?” Kyle asked.

“My number. If he doesn´t take a no for an answer, I´ll fix it.” She was willing to help?

“Wow! Thanks!” This was not something common, he was waiting for her to tell him to figure this on his own. But this? It was of great help!

Kyle looked at help, with hope in his eyes. She was looking back, and then, as she was, she smiled. Then, Mrs. Sinclair couldn´t help but to chuckle.

“What?” Kyle asked, this sudden laugh was suspicious. “This is your real number, right?” He turned at the card, her name was written, and it seems to be a real business card.

“Of course. I was just… it´s nothing.” Mrs. Sinclair said.

“What is it? It doesn´t seem like “nothing”.” Kyle complaint, she can´t just laugh of him.

Maybe he was being to bold to demand an answer, but Mrs. Sinclair seems to be in a good mood now.

“You really want to know? Fine.” She rose her arm slowly.

Kyle was worried, maybe he shouldn´t have asked. Maybe she´ll shrink him! He didn´t follow her orders before, and now he was demanding an answer? Stupid Brad was right, he was causing this to himself!

There was a reason why this seemed so funny to Mrs. Sinclair. She was literally offering her protection from Brad. Protection from someone bigger, someone who made him feel puny and weak. And this drove her mind to think on something.

As he stood there, straight and looking at her, he could feel her hand close to his face. Suddenly, her hand touched his cheek, and in an instant, her index finger and thumb pinched his cheek.

It wasn´t a quick pinch, she pinched him and jerked his face a little, moving him gently, at least as gently as an amazon can be. He had no idea, as she chuckled and pinched his cheek, she added:

“Well, if you need help, just call me. Mommy will go there to rescue her wittle baby…” she chuckled more.

She was making fun of him, if it wasn’t already enough with Brad, now she was making fun of him.

“Hey! I´m not… you´re not…” what did she just say? Did she actually say it?

“You were the one who asked. I just told you to let things go. Relax, it was just an idea, I didn´t mean it.” However, it was funny to see him getting mad for this, so she made one last joke. “So, please, don´t throw a tantrum right now, mommy´s busy and she has to get back to work.” She giggled as she bent and placed both hands on her knees.

The sweet tone, the gentle smile, she just wanted to make things awkward for him.

“Stop! Please! It´s not funny!” 

“I don´t know, it makes me laugh. But, seriously, that´s my personal number. So don´t lose it, and don´t give it away. Or I´ll have to take a few inches from you…” she whispered at last.

He swallowed, those words were dead-serious, her tone changed as she said them.

She just stood back up and walked away. Bet he would´ve preferred the sweeter version of hers now.

But there´s something worse now. Brad´s aware that something´s wrong with him, and that it´s linked to his boss. This is bad, this kind of things spread fast around the office.

Way too fast…