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GITJ Post 443: Gala, p1
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 20:00:04 +0000 UTC
The string quartet had just come back from their first break when Abby Solowicki, sales rep for Evolution Pharm, watched him trying to step unnoticed into the huge, crowded atrium. Sneaking, slinking, skulking - those would probably have been more appropriate ways to describe it.
At first she could barely believe her eyes: yes, she’d read the Evolution reports and still frequently talked to Subject MM-1A under the veiled charade of friendship, but to see it in person was striking. The guy was so farking small. This was the same physician she’d met with? The one she helped convince to allow the Product study to set up in his practice? He’d absolutely Shrunk with a capital ‘S’. He might be small enough, actually, that he might be able to hide himself behind that potted plant he quickly seemed to be gunning for.
Right behind him, though, was Lexi Samuels. Lexi was a good friend of Abby’s. She’d transferred here from Evolution’s Marketing department and was made into - like Abby - an Agent. It looked like she was not about to let him sneak, slink or skulk in without a little fanfare.
“Ladies..!!” Lexi announced, over the first few bars of Mendelsohn’s (Fanny’s, not Felix’s) String Quartet #1, “the man you’ve all been waiting for!!!”
Already Lexi’s hand was on his right shoulder and Katie O’Rouke - who’d come in right behind her through the inauspicious side door that led to the old geriatrics practice - had her hand on his left. Flashbulbs went off immediately; this place was heavy with press. Abby hadn’t seen Katie in a while; the blonde had put on at least four inches and though she’d had implants before, her chest was now undoubtedly even bigger. Both her and Lexi looked gorgeous in their red dresses, and - with him now down to almost 4’6”, they towered over him by more than a foot-and-a-half in their heels as he cowered away from all the press of people and attention of the cameras, and backed into them.
Truth be told though, Abby knew, more than half the crowd was beneficiaries of Program (like herself), MM-1A’s pheromonal influence (like Katie), or to some extent both (Lexi). So, just about everyone here was preternaturally impressive and unnaturally tall.
Well, nearly everyone. There were a smattering of hapless males, most on the arm of a woman. They were still, for now, at their given heights. A shame really, but at least they were made to look smaller by the tall women surrounding them. Even the ones that were still taller than their escorts seemed pale, confused and out of their element. The poor pathetic creatures looked like wilted flowers among the resplendent bounty of their partners. Likewise, aside from the Program and Product girls, there were still some “naturals”, invitees from the outside: women from the mayor’s office, female business leaders, etc. They were all done up in their party best and had been successful, to varying degrees, in not being completely overshadowed, no small feat among the Enhanced. In fact, Abby prided herself on her appearance and hadn’t had much more than the smallest dose of Program; there was a general policy at Evolution that its employees were not to be put on the full regimen. Though she had been given her dose above board, she knew many had dabbled in “Program Lite”, as they liked to call it, sneaking in a couple diluted doses swiped from the clinic in the rear building. The administrative agents planted here, too, had been given some limited access to Program so they - like Abby - would be mostly resistant to MM-1A’s influences. And then there were those like Bianca Beres from Development, or the other ladies that had just come in from Coronado: full Program and with the towering, hyper-feminine figures to prove it.
Anyway, all eyes - enhanced or not - shot to Dr. J as he was presented to the crowd by Lexi and Katie. MM-1A - or, “Tits”, Abby’s playful nickname for her asset - hadn’t arrived yet. She’d told Abby that - ever the bimbo - she was still busy finishing up her hair. Abby, though, understood Monroe well enough by this point to guess that the girl likely wanted to make a dramatic entrance herself, and she wanted him to see the fanfare. Otherwise Dr. J could very well have made his appearance carried on her hip.
In the end, Abby felt proud as she stood in the heart of the breathtaking atrium, a towering sanctuary dedicated to the evolution of the female race. Every inch of the grand space exuded a sense of pride and accomplishment, and Abby couldn't help but feel it wash over her. The soaring entrance, during the day bathed in natural light but now lit elegantly by the soft glow of sconces and subtle fixtures, served as a majestic gateway into this architectural marvel. It called to mind a Greek or Roman temple, modernized for a new age, w. The centerpiece of the space, of course, was the awe-inspiring thirty-five-foot-tall statue looming over them all. symbolizing the indomitable spirit of women and completing the effect. The colossus, sculpted with intricate detail in a synthetic, adaptive material which mimicked marble in appearance, depicted a powerful, ideally feminine figure, shapely to the extreme. It stood with one arm outstretched with courage and grace to point toward the far horizon. The statue, emblematic in so many ways, was a testament to the countless women who had not only fought tirelessly for equality, justice, and empowerment, but now strived for something beyond mere parity, goals even more profound: primacy, superiority, dominion. Towering high, it served as a constant reminder to anyone standing below it of the unwavering determination and resilience of women throughout history, as well as a promise of their ascendancy in the future. As Abby gazed at the statue, she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to all the women who had come before her, and to those who would come after. In that moment, she knew that the facility, and very soon others like it, would be a beacon of hope and inspiration for generations to come.
And if the stories she heard were true, the males that worked and lived in the basement here had started to come up to jerk off to it at night, in tribute to their Office Manager. Melissa, it seemed, was developing a following.
Abby felt at home among this gathering of powerful women. Though she knew it was a team effort, she knew she had a key part in turning the sad little geriatrics practice into the facility it was today, and she had done her job well. Her assignment had been to befriend Melissa, and over the course of many months gain her trust. That had allowed her the inroad to Far Horizons, under the guise of a Sales Rep, and the rest was history. The “research study”, now in the directorial hands of Gianna, had blossomed and allowed for the sham, fast-track FDA approval and, well…all this. New clinics were soon to be popping up in the Midwest, across the country and, if plans went well, around the world. She understood that there were tensions behind the scenes, that many thought the Product might be turning out to be too effective. Abby knew that rather than merely being a stepping stone in establishing a hierarchy for the new world, some feared they were creating women that could start ascending in similar ways to MM-1A, and scarier still that Monroe might have influence over some sort of new pantheon. A race of goddesses might sound great on paper, but it could prove hard to manage a world whose top deity had the IQ and education of a Hooters waitress.
Speaking of, now was a good time. Before Melissa arrived and claimed him, Abby wanted a moment to catch up with the doctor, see how he was doing. Other girls were already starting to descend on him, from across the room. So now was her chance…
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Thank you to ElephantPorn for the image, and RiF for the edits
