Measuring: Her (Post 154)“You know what we’re trying to do here, Miss, right? The final goal?” Abby
Measuring: Her (Post 154)“You know what we’re trying to do here, Miss, right? The final goal?” Abby had said to her, on the phone, just a little while ago in her office. Right now she was back in the breakroom, alone, staring at the wall aside the vending machine, now covered in the marked-off heights of her friends, co-workers…and him. Right after measuring him, when they’d been interrupted by Randi and Amelia, Melissa had hurriedly left the breakroom to call Abby, agitated, both shocked and excited at what was happening. He wasn’t just slowly getting shorter, he was shrinking…fast!“But…but..is it me that’s doing this to him?” she’d asked, feeling the rush of electricity that shot through her as she spoke those words, thought that thought, considering in new awe the pheromones that wafted - stronger every day - from her pores. It made her pulse quicken, her face flush. “I mean…I feel…I feel-”“Missy, we talked about this. You know what you’re doing to him,” Abby had said, as gently as she could. She knew Melissa’s tendencies, her instabilities. She’d been over her psych profile countless times. But Melissa could handle this, now. “Evolution just thought this was a good idea, a good time to introduce the Accelerant. See how it works. Move things along. Vida will be giving it to hi-”“His vitamins? That’s where this is coming from??” Melissa had suddenly deduced, still confused but starting to get a better picture. She…she didn’t know how to feel about all this. Part of her felt bad for him, felt the urge to protect him from these…these scientists, these executives, these lawyers and politicians. But part of her…part of her felt…nnnngh.“Yeah, Missy, isn’t it great?” Abby had continued, knowing she had to present this in the right light, “This way you can watch everything, supervise. You can be there to make sure he does alright…”On the other side of the phone, silence, Melissa listening. Abby had sensed she was getting the reaction she needed. She proceeded.“You get to take care of him, and he’ll need you more and more,” she had continued, “as he gets smaller, less able to do things for himself, he’s going to rely on you.” Abby waited for Melissa to respond, so she could hear her voice, gauge how she was receiving this. She knew, after viral exposure, that this would be powerful counsel. Heck, she felt it herself, the attraction to smaller men, the dominant inclinations coalescing more day-by-day. But with Melissa’s ever-changing tendencies and internal urges towards him, driven by her evolving genetics, the idea was going to be intoxicating, formidable.“Y-yeah…he will,” Melissa had replied, the arousal in her voice becoming more obvious. What was it?!? she had thought, What was it that was making me feel this way?? It felt so good, so right, to imagine him…getting smaller. Needing me. Rushing to my leg and hugging my thigh. “He’s going to get even more helpless…”Hearing what she wanted, Abby had decided to step further.“You’re going to be so much bigger than him,” she had said categorically, “You’re going to keep growing, and growing. And he’s going to keep shrinking.”“Oh my god…” Melissa breathed, suddenly overcome, the words releasing a floodgate, warming her chest with burgeoned heat and wetting her electrically between the thighs. She put one hand on her desk for support, and nearly had to sit.As one of her handlers, Abby knew now how Melissa worked, she understood which buttons did what. But these were buttons that so far had been left unpushed. Now was the time though, she knew, to set more gears in motion.“We were watching you, Missy, in the breakroom,” Abby had continued, “while you were making his coffee. What did that make you feel like?”Melissa had summoned the moment, the scene, just a bit earlier this morning, when she had him pinned against the counter - this one, the one she stood near now, tracing her finger across its surface, where his hands, his hips had been. She was remembering it now, licking her fingertip, neurons firing as she could taste him. She recalled how thrilling it was to be bigger than him, bigger than a man. To be a woman that’s outgrown him, that’s begun to dwarf him. He was so…adorable. So…vulnerable. She remembered how exciting it was to make him feel small. Her hand - it was so much bigger than his. Her arm, so much larger and stronger. Everything about her was bigger, everything about him was smaller. She had barely been able to control herself, hold herself back.That feeling had drawn her back to breakroom, back now to his measurement on the wall. She was here alone, but she was afraid of letting her urges flow. The mark on the wall - his mark - was now made permanent by black marker. The other girls had been here, had measured themselves. Randi, Amelia, Marisela and Josie. They were - god, her girls - all taller than him. Even Lakshmi, little Aubrey, they were only several inches shorter. Surrounded by them, he would disappear.She nearly groaned, picturing it.And then there was her. What would she look like, among them all, next to him? Melissa realized that she had gone a little red in the face, just thinking about how tiny and skinny he would look if he were standing here next to her, or among all them, doing comparisons. The other girls would be taller than him, but she, Melissa? She would dwarf him. The thought, the image, the idea made her shiver.Her measuring tape, the marker. They were still on the table.Without barely a thought, without even thinking, Melissa had slipped out of her heels was soon back-to-the-wall, Sharpie in hand, sliding the felt tip of the pen across the paint of the wall, marking her own height along with those of the other girls, and his. Heart racing, pulse pounding, she stretched out the measuring tape, and wrote her name next to the figure: Melissa. 6’3” …and the date.She stepped in close, and looked down at his. Dr. J. 5’5”She dated his.Five-foot five. FIve-foot five. He’s so small, he’s so short. If I keep growing, and he keeps - omigod - shrinking, it’s not going to be long. I’m going to be more than a foot taller than him.Her heels went back on.She stepped in closer, inches away now. The swell of her huge right breast scant millimeters from..His face would be right…there.Melissa glanced behind herself, looked to the door, making stock sure that she was still alone.She inched in closer, and with a turn of her shoulder pressed her breast into the wall.She sighed, eyes fluttering, as the shape of her tit, soft in its sweater but heavy in its mass and firmth, plastered itself over him. She watched as ‘Dr J - 5’5”’ disappeared, was lost, eclipsed by her tit. Her breast was mashed into the wall, flattened in its rondure. She pictured him there, head sandwiched, looking so small, and that was it.“Oh my god…” she groaned, and squashed now her entire chest onto him, onto his name, onto where he would be. She crushed the vision of him with new purpose, growling his name…“Come on, baby,” she breathed, just above a whisper, “come to mama…”=================================Next post (#155) and bonus stuff up at my Patreon -- source link