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GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p14
🕑 Added 2022-03-06 02:00:00 +0000 UTC“Yes, yes, for sure,” Rina was saying, phone to her ear but waving at Ashleigh and her little charge as they stood expectant in the doorway of her office, “he’s totally like that.” She’d been at her desk, on the phone nearly a half-hour now with the new Office Manager at the upcoming clinical site, who had called to officially invite Rina and the Compliance Team at Evolution to a party tonight. It was a last-minute thing arranged by a sales-rep for the Product. Abby, her name was. “If J’s being a brat - sounds like he is - just stick a nipple in his mouth,” Rina was saying, bring an audible laugh from the girl on the other side of the phone, “it always worked for me.”
Sam Packer was not nearly as shocked as he maybe should be, hearing what Ms. Rubens was saying. As Junior Investigator for the FDA’s Second Division of the Office of Non-Prescription Drugs, he’d learned - among a lot of other things here on assignment at Evolution Pharmaceuticals - not to be surprised by much. He could not honestly believe the two weeks he’d had, especially this last one. This must all be a dream, he rationalized to himself, even as he felt the solidity of Ashleigh’s hand on his back, guiding him through the door which led him into Rina’s office. He’d had fewer and fewer of these moments of clarity as this final week of his assignment had went on - was it Friday already? - and took the moment to wonder as he looked around Ms. Rubens’ office: Why am I being brought here again?
“But, yeah, I should go,” Rina was saying, smiling up at Ashleigh as the tall, curly-haired redhead directed the little man from behind, both of them approaching her desk. She could not believe, still, what had become of these two since last week. “That might work out great….I’d love to be at the office again, involved in the study,” Rina said, the unlikely pair now standing in front of her, “in fact, the FDA guy’s here right now, to finish off paperwork. Looks like we’re all set.” She was just wrapping up on the phone, nodding, listening. A single chair sat aside Ashleigh and Sam. “Mm hm. I’ll tell Gianna. Nice to talk to you too, Melissa,” Rina concluded, “I can’t wait to finally meet you…”
Rina Rubens hung up the phone and pushed the handset away, sliding it across her desk. Smiling, she looked up at Ashleigh, and then down at Sam. After dropping from his original 5’6” to 5’1” over last weekend, he’d continued to slowly dwindle and just yesterday was measured at the clinic at 4’10”; having spent the morning with Ashleigh he was probably now smaller still. It was a little freaky, but Rina couldn’t help but marvel: Ash’s witchy size-stealing game is stronnnng “Hey we just got invited to a party..!” Rina finally said, brightly, admiring just how adorable Sam looked in his oversized clothes with Ashleigh and her new, even-bigger, porn-star tits in her green, low-cut dress swelling up behind his head, “tonight, downtown.”
“A party? Ooooo…!” Ashleigh cooed, taking a moment to cup Sam’s chest with her big, splayed hand and pull him gently back into her plush bosom, “We like parties, don’t we Sammy?”
Urk.
Not that he realized it, of course, but Ash had just used a trigger word, and both women grinned at Sam’s reaction. A litany of them had been implanted last week in the hypnosis session. Rina smiled watching, in his eyes, as she grew to be an even stronger mother-figure to him. This was a crucial day and they wanted him as pliable as humanly possible while still able to form basic words - and use a pen. On that note, Rina sat up straight, adjusting the hip-line of the fashionable black corset she was wearing over her crisp white blouse. Ashleigh herself had dressed up, too. Her dress was short, and cut higher still over her long, pale but newly shapely legs. Her gigantic breasts were bulging from the top, whose buttons strained to contain her new proportions. The size she’d stolen from poor Sam here had gone to all the right places, as far as she was concerned. At the very least it would make this task, their final one of his assignment here, all the much easier.
“What’s the party for?” Ashleigh asked, stroking Sam’s thin chest through his loose, thin polo shirt, “Is it a going away party for our little man here?”
“Haha no but we can think of it that way…” Rina explained, biting her lower lips and crossing her thighs as she felt a warmth growing between them. Just the sight of his little head sinking into Ash’s big white tits was getting her going. Goddamn this prion thing, she laughed to herself, thinking that if there were just a couple more buttons undone, his head would start to disappear. “Really, it’s something Evolution is throwing, last minute, for the practice that’s going to be the clinical trial site,” Rina continued, “they asked if the compliance team wanted to come, anyone really, who wants.”
“Oh, Sammmmmmy you’ll love that…” Ashleigh purred again, breathing deep to sink the back of his head softly further between the swells of her breasts. She could tell his mind was racing with the confused, fractured memories of last weekend, when she and her sorority sisters had taken him out, brought him to their after-hours. “Another Friday night surrounded by pretty girls? That sound nice?” The little shudders that riddled through his bones made Ashleigh shiver as well. She could feel his size still draining, albeit so very slowly, into her. She needed to pull away a bit, again, like she’d been told…though all her instincts were telling her to keep feeding, her breasts would haha just eat him alive, if they weregiven the chance, it seemed. She’d just this past Wednesday been allowed back in the building again, having finally gotten her pheromones under some semblance of control after her last ascension. “Why don’t you go sit on Auntie Rina’s lap, hm?” Ash purred, exerting as much self control as she had, and directing him by the shoulders to step to the side. Rina looked at him and smiled, rolling her seat back a bit and patting her bare, tan, skater’s thighs in invitation. The skirt she wore today was short, black, tight…perfect for a little lap-sitting session to get this done.
“Yeah, my legs are nice and warm for you,” Rina cooed, “so you can be nice and comfy while you sign our papers…”
Oh yeah…Sam remembered, that’s why I’m here.
Sam Packer, who had come to his first solo assignment here at Evolution Pharmaceuticals less than two weeks ago as a fit ex-athlete brimming with confidence and his own brand of optimistic zeal, had been since shrunk and mind-melted into whatever sort of infantile manlet was now stepping around to sit in the lap of this young junior executive. He’d gone from where he started, a government official on a mission to insure the safety and efficacy of this company’s new product, to now being treated like less than an employee here, an assistant, an obsequious thrall. His sense of independence, as his faculties and physical strength had left him, had all but vaporized. He was cold all the time, and always most comfortable sitting as close to possible to Ashleigh, or Rina, Sometimes Laura in IT. Once he’d been dropped off at the front reception desk for a couple hours of “babysitting” with …what was her name again? Kristi?
Anyway, he’d sort of forgotten how to use his laptop, so it was great the girls were always there to help, completing his work for him. They’d get his lunch, feed it to him when he needed, like starting yesterday. Ashleigh even haha chewed his carrot sticks for him earlier when he found them just too crunchy.
He’d been losing weight, the ladies told him - though they insisted he looked so cute, being so weak and skinny! - so of course they wanted him checked every day at Evolution’s internal clinic. Blood samples, urine samples, semen samples (to help with that one he’d been given porn that seemed weird to him at first - big big women, giantess mommies - but now was very very exciting). All in all he was always assured that he was fit as a fiddle but he couldn’t help but think, when he'd hand in his collection vial: is it normal to make this much?
“Here’s a pen, sweetie,” Rina offered, handing him a ballpoint and then - upsie daisy! - helping him up onto her lap.
“Gosh, thanks,” he peeped, regarding the black pen with keen interest, “It’s nice…”
“Omigod your little voice is going to make me ovulate,” Rina giggled, settling him onto her strong thighs, facing in to the desk and rolling back in tight so she could get him to address the small sheaf of papers she’d prepared for him. With Ashleigh’s help, she got them all set, right in front of him.
“These are the approval certificates, from your office,” Rina began, “along with everything Sheryl and our attorneys needs you to sign..”
Sherylllsheryl…blond, pretty…
“Once you sign here, and, uh…here…” she continued, pointing to two signature lines on the first form, “We’ll be able to go ahead with the clinical trials at the outside site.”
“Start getting our Product out to the people who need it,” Ashleigh added, doing her best to hide the excitement in her voice: finally.
He’d read these before, he knew he had. They were super important! Everything about his job over the last two weeks was to come down to this. Had he really done everything he needed to, to insure the, um, safeness and usefulness and uh…everything, everything…of the, uhm…product. The pen was between his fingers, held awkwardly, feeling foreign. His hand wavered, and he didn’t know exactly what he should do. He knew Dir…Dir…M-Mercedes wanted him to sign them. He knew everyone here wanted him to sign them. But…but-t-t…something nagged at him, deep inside.
“M-Miss Rubens…” he began, his show of respect making Rina squirm under him and nearly sigh. He turned his head, best he could, to try to look back and up at her; he felt he needed to vocalize these…these…concerns her had. “Sh-shouldn't, b-before I do th-”
“Shhh,” Rina stopped him, using the sternest voice she could allow, taking his chin firmly in her hand, “Stop being bad.” She turned his head back, tilting his gaze back across the desk. “Honey, sweetie,” he now heard Rina say, from behind him, “Look at Ashleigh…”
He was met with a mind-numbing display of her co-worker's burgeoned cleavage. Seated now in the chair opposite him, Ashleigh was leaned in slightly, her hands were down between her legs, and her arms squeezed the giant pillows of her chest out towards him. His jaw dropped, his eyes fixed, and parts of his mind just turned the fuck off. Others lit up. The bodice of her dress was swooped low, and she’d undone a new button for him.
“There you go,” one of them cooed, “just do that, just look at Ashleigh’s nice, big boobies for a while. Then you can come back up, sign some papers for us…”
How much time he spent, staring, staring at Ashleigh’s tits he couldn’t say. He did know that in the meantime he could feel Rina’s hand’s on his own waist, his hips, steadying him. Her torso behind his, also support, pressing him in towards the desk on which his own arms rested. Good thing she was there! He might otherwise fall right overrr haha.
Eventually he felt Rina’s right hand come up to gently take hold of his wrist, from behind. She helped him get a better grip on the pen, guide him to the first signature line. He was failing, he knew she and Ashleigh could both plainly see, to muster the simple motor skills to sign his name, or understand the written cursive he’d need. “Gosh, what’s wrong with me?” he asked, as he regarded the pen again, this time with a plain look of confusion, if not a bit of fear.
Both their hearts fluttered with the female need to mollify, to nurture, to help. Both their chests swelled with the promise of a moment like this, imagining all the world’s men reduced to such…simple creatures. Good lord what is this?? Rina’s inner voice marveled, even as her thighs warmed some more, I feel like I’m getting bigger.
“Don’t worry, Rina can help you,” Ashleigh purred, as if on cue Rina’s hand had fully taken his own, and had brought the tip of the pen to the proper position. She began to help him, to help him write his own name, sign his signature, exactly where it should go. “Good boyyyy….” Ashleigh cooed, and Rina clucked along, moving his hand down to the next signature, realizing another trigger had just been used.
“Th-thank you…” he mumbled, watching Rina’s strong hand escort his through the next signature: ‘Samuel Packer’ She even spelled it right.
“You’re welcome, honey,” she purred from behind him, and he felt her kiss his neck, down where it met his left shoulder. His skin tingled; it felt nice. Then she kissed him again, as they moved one paper aside for the next. His eyes roamed across the desk back into Ashleigh’s deep cleavage, which still rose in gentle swells with each breath she took. Her skin was soft, smooth, young, perfect, stretched taut over the ripe flesh of her blossoming chest. It was mesmerizing, really, and along with the warmth and soft strength of Rina’s body Sam was lost in pleasure, felt protected. No matter that his hand was being conducted, now, through line after line - three on this page. No worries that he might as well be a puppet, signing his authority away, with no regards to what he was now initialing as he moved from FDA certificates to internal Evolution documents, statements, affidavits and testimonies. Rina’s kisses had moved up his neck to his cheek, which she now anointed, tenderly, sweetly, affectionately. “Good boyyyy….” she whispered in his ear, the crisp crack in her smile like a sudden peal of thunder.that made his heart stop.
Sam’s erection was, of course, at full brutal strength and straining against the leg of his khakis. He was trying to ignore it but now with Rina speaking softly in his ear it surged anew, made his vision swim. It had grown, this week, while his body had dwindled. Eight inches of it was hot on his thigh.
“You’re doing such a good job, little man,” Rina cooed, her words sliding right through his little eardrums into his soft little brain. She pressed her big breasts into his upper back. “You realize what you’re doing, right, Sam?” she asked, moving his hand over the next page, “Here, read this…you’ll be allowing Evolution to ‘design, market and sell any alterations, adaptations of the product’. We can ‘develop and distribute new products based on this one without review or further approval’…”
“Thank you so much, sweetie,” he heard Ashleigh begin, “you making your recommendations as a government official, protecting Evolution from further inquiries, giving us easier paths to new products…” Even as an intern, she seemed to know a lot. “Just imagine…”
“So sexy…” Rina growled, into his ear.
Sam had begun to shake.
“The girls will all be so happy with you…” Ashleigh continued, blooming her big breasts fuller, outward, higher up towards her own throat, “now that we can make medicines to help girls everywhere get so busty. Get so tall. Get so smart. And we’re allll going to want to show you how appreciative we are…”
“This party tonight…” came Rina’s purr, as she moved his pen to the last page, helped him sign his name for the last time.
“...we can celebrate you, celebrate today, celebrate what it all means for the future,” said Ashleigh, “perfect timing, approval for clinical trials now, available for widespread use a couple months after the elections…”
At this point Sam didn’t really know what this meant, understand it’s implications, or feel the fear that should be wracking his bones and making him call in the authorities, but he did know something was touching him, between his legs. He was so hard, for that hand.
“Oh sweetie you poor thing…” Rina cooed, amazed herself at the girth of what she was feeling. He was shivering under her touch, now; this would be quick. He was done, haha, with the papers - Omigod I can’t believe it, finally - and she took the pen from him.
“He looks all tuckered out,” Ashleigh said, “after all that I’ll bet he needs a bottle…”
“...a bottle and a nap…”
“A-a-a nap..?” Sam peeped, causing both girls to squeal and coo. Despite their giggles, despite their attentions, despite this - oh, boy - hand on his erection, Sam felt he should contact someone, call someone, reach out to…who? He was a thralled creature, a beast already broken to the bit and bridle, but still tossing its head out of instinct. “B-but I sh-should-”
“Shhhhh…” Rina whispered, as Ashleigh drew in a nice deep breath and Sam’s gaze again. She could use a trigger to put him to sleep…but there were other ways to make him drowsy, too.
“Just let Rina rock you…” Ashleigh purred, as Rina drew his head back to her breast, and between his legs began to squeeze…
“O-okay, sure,” he murmured, and let himself be transported, once again.
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