GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p13

Sam Packer woke again, into afternoon light with something warm under his head, staring up at the ceiling and the underside of a woman’s big bosom in a tight white blouse.

“Oh, heyyyy….” Rina cooed, putting aside the tablet from which she was sending out some emails, “you’re awake…” She felt it, the jolt that went through his body. He knew right away this was a position a bit too intimate for a junior FDA inspector and an employee of the company whose product he was investigating. He shouldn’t be here, he was thinking. It was her job, this early afternoon, to show him otherwise. “How are you feeling?”

“Uhhh…” he began. Feeling her hand come to his chest, keeping him from suddenly sitting up, Sam turned his head to look around, figure out where he was. He was in Rina’s office, laid out on her little couch, his head on her lap. She had been given a nice office: not huge, but well-lit. It had a big window.

“Keeley at reception said you weren’t feeling well, that you had wanted to see a doctor,” Rina said, petting his head, feeling the strength in her thick, figure-skater’s thighs, “All done! Right?”

“Yeah, uh, right…” Sam began, “but…wh-what happened?”

“You fainted, in the conference room,” Rina explained, tolerantly, “don’t you remember?”

Yes, right. “Oh, uh, yeah…” He’d passed out, gotten a nosebleed; that much he recalled. And the bandages on his arms confirmed his vague recollections of waking up in the clinic, being poked and prodded, blood drawn, vitals measured. He was sore between his legs. “I feel like I’ve been-”

“Shhh, relax…” she hushed him.

Wow, Ms. Rubens is being pretty affectionate, Sam thought, shivering in secret delight as her fingers ran through his hair, she’s so nice. He was glad that Rina was there to reassure him, after whatever had just happened, get him back on his feet and clear his head. This wasn’t part of her job, for sure! She was, he remembers her telling him, a former medical assistant and mom, so maybe this just kinda came natural to her.

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed, allowing her to mollify him, help him recover. Still, though, he had concerns, not only about this episode but about how he’d been feeling, how he felt…smaller. “But,” he spoke up, trying to keep his eyes on Rina’s face and not plastered on the undershelf of her big tits, “I kinda wanted to talk to a doctor…”

“Oh, really? Why? Tell me about it?” Rina insisted, gently.  She knew what had happened over the weekend, what Ashleigh had exposed him to here at the office on Friday evening (the subliminal hypnotherapy neuroadjustment marketing stuff), and what her little coven had apparently done to him that night (the fucking spells). It was all reckless, she’d thought, but decisions like that were above her pay grade. She did have to admit, though, that it’d all probably make her job of getting this product through the half-sham approval process of the FDA a shitload easier. From the beginning she knew she may need to manipulate this little inspector-man to get what she needed done. She was good at that sort of thing when she needed to be, she thought to herself with pride, and now apparently he was like putty. “Tell me what’s been bothering you?”

Head still on Rina’s warm lap, Sam took a deep breath and figured he should just cut to the chase.  ”I...I think I might be getting smaller.”

“Smaller?” Rina exclaimed, in mock confusion, feeling a surprising jolt of excitement at his words, a sudden warmth between her legs. This pathogen, its effects on the limbic system, was no joke. The idea of him, a man, shrinking? Nnnngh…that lit up some neurons. She knew exactly what he was implying (and of course it was true and soooo hot) but she needed to act oblivious. “What do you mean?”

“I m-mean,” Sam began again, trying to keep his voice from cracking in the ignominy of the whole thing, “I think I may be shorter than I was, last week.”

To that, Rina began to coo and cluck, giggling. “Oooo haha that’s silly!” she avouched, feeling the heat redouble between her thighs, a tingle at her breast, “‘Shorter’? C’mon…you’re joking, right?” There was supposed to be some sort of amnesiac effect to all the mind-fucks to which Ashleigh had subjected him on Friday, and she’d been  promised he wouldn’t remember the spells from that sorority witch-house...but apparently there was still a little convincing she had to do. Fine.

“N-n-no I’m serious!” Sam whined, almost trying to sit again, but still held firm by RIna’s strong hand, “S-something happened to me this weekend!” In his distress, his voice had raised, and he felt strangely bad about it, embarrassed. “S-s-sorry…” he apologized.

“It's okay, hun, you’ve had a hard day,” she replied, fighting back the thin smile that saw just how submissive - how respectful of women - this guy had been made. Rather than needing to force her will on Sam to get what she wanted, he was already so acceptant, suggestible. “And you know, sweetie, people don’t just get smaller. You’re, uh…here. I’m sure they measured you earlier this morning, in the clinic. Let’s look it up on your chart...” she offered, reaching for the tablet she’d just laid down, pulled up his vitals, “...5’1”, I’m sure like you’ve always b-”

“Five ONE!?!” Sam exclaimed, “WHAT?!? I was...I was always...uh…” Wait, what? Now he...he couldn’t remember. How tall was he, back...then? When he was...like...

“Yes..?” Rina asked, patiently, eyebrow cocked and dimpled smile just ready to crack. Oh shit this is incredible…according to this the guy’s lost five inches and doesn’t even know it.

“Well, I, uh, d-don’t know exactly,” he stammered, “but I wasn’t ever Five...uh, five…”

“Five one?”

“Yeah..!!”

“Are you sure…” she began, suddenly remembering one of the triggers on the list from the weekend memo, “...Sammy?” She felt it, she felt him again: stiffening, on her lap, reacting to the trigger. If there was any doubt before, that he - as a slightly younger guy, dealing with a woman with some authority here at the company - saw Rina Rubens as a bit of a mother-figure…well, now we can be sure of it.

“Uh…” his voice trailed off. Did I pass out before? Was I, like, dehydrated? And who is…? Sam looked up at Rina, peering down at him over her bust. Mommy? “S-sorry...I’m kinda confused…”

“Do you know how much you weighed before?” Rina asked, probing, wondering out of her own voyeuristic self-interest: How far gone was he?

“I, uh…” he tried, knowing this is something he should know - how much do I weigh?? He racked his brain, tried to remember. He’d been an athlete, once, a gymnast...right? Shouldn’t this be important? For the life of him, though, he couldn’t recall the last time he weighed himself. “...n-no, sorry…”

“Well, let’s check,” she offered, consulting the tablet, her heart fluttering again as she found the measurement from this morning and considered it, secretly….that’s like 45 pounds less than me. She shivered in excitement. Oh Jesus what’s haha...what’s wrong with me? Why do I want to be so much heavier than him, than a man? She knew she’d put on some weight recently, in her hips and thighs, and it felt good. A place for him to rest his head, a seat of her strength. “109 pounds. Does that sound right?”

“One-oh-oh-nine?” Sam asked, the number - his weight? - bouncing in and out of his head. That sounded…that sounded…r-really small. “I guess..?”

“Well, the ladies around here all think you’re too skinny,” she stated, with mock concern, pouting and pushing some hair from his forehead, “you need to eat more, sweetie. When was the last time you had a good meal?”

“Um, uh,” Sam began, thinking back. His last full meal? It was pretty vague. There were...sandwiches? Last week? At the conference table with Ashleigh? He could recall trying that hot pocket last night, when he couldn’t figure out the microwave in his hotel room. He’d given up on it quickly, nibbling the frozen end of it. It tasted like cardboard. He also remembered trying some peach yogurt this morning, at the hotel’s continental breakfast. It was better, soft, but in the end he couldn’t stomach it. So, yeah, he realized it now he hadn’t been eating. He should be famished.

“It’s been a while, huh?” Rina cooed, sensing herself that her voice was having the exact effect that the treatments and triggers meant to manifest. She was an authority figure to him, now, more than ever. Only a handful of years older than him but she was a woman he would listen to, heed, trust. It stirred her, excited her, feeling this maternal strength grow inside her chest. She couldn’t help but play into it, embellish it. “You poor baby you're working sooo hard…” she cooed, “If you can’t find time to eat, if you can’t take care of yourself you’re going to need to let us all here help you. We’re your friends now. We just want you to be happy…”

For himself, Sam was speechless. His heart was thumping in his chest and he suddenly realized that he was hard. Hard and oh my god he was still wearing a hospital gown. He flushed in shame; has she seen it?? His boner - garb dangit I’ve got a boner, for sure! - must be tenting it and as he glanced down at himself oh gosh no there it was rising huge. In fact - oh my god why does it look so big!?!

Rina wriggled a bit in her seat, on the couch cushion. There was the sight of his erection, which she was trying to pretend to ignore and would have once found silly, but today it stirred something in her. Plus there was the little surprise, the package she was hiding between her thighs, warming it under herself like a mother hen. For that she suddenly couldn’t wait. Damn this little prion thing! she mused, almost chuckling to herself. “Come here let mama help you…” she ventured, feeling bolder and bolder by the minute, “You’re a lucky boy, having an experienced mommy like me to help you, make sure you’re not working yourself to death, you poor thing.”

gahhhhh….

Sam almost started garbling, but stayed quiet as he knew he wouldn’t be able to put two coherent words together. What on God’s green earth is happening??!? he thought in private panic, Rina is starting to treat me like a freakin’ infant and holy monkeys I...I...I kinda like it.

“So,” she began again, “Ashleigh tells me how hard it’s been for you, growing up, coming from a one-parent home…” She looked down at him, with as tender a smile as she could muster, but honestly had to keep from scoffing. Is that the worst of it? she mused, considering her own upbringing, what she’d seen her father do in the years before he’d left them, she and her mother, on the “wrong side of the tracks”. “It’s tough, having no one around when you need them,” she continued, “That’s sad. You deserve to have someone to take care of you, to make things easier for you…”

Rina thought briefly, then, of her own daughter. Four years old, the world in which she’d grow up would be so different.

“B-b-but…” Sam began to stammer, feeling confused. Again: what was happening?! This woman...these women. They...they were...they weren’t his friends, were they? Or his family? They...they just worked for this company, this one whose product he was investigating. They had their own motivations, jobs to do. But they all seemed so nice, like they cared about him so much. He liked to think of it, it made him feel good, imagining a whole house of them coddling him like their own little child. “B-but…”

“But what, sweetie?” RIna cooed, redoubling the maternal lilt to her voice, “Shhhh, don’t worry, Sammy. Let me help you. I’m good at this...I’m a mommy.”

Briefly, Rina began thinking about her frustrations, about not being able to be on Product, the treatment (whose technology she was still having trouble grasping...science, witchcraft, some weird amalgam of the two, playing off the genetics of that new girl from Far Horizons). She understood, of course, why it was being kept from her and most everyone here at Evolution. They couldn't have a building full of Queen Bees; there needed to be just one whose goals, motivations and will was ruling the roost…or, yeah, it’d be a shitshow. Ashleigh was just an intern but one of the few lucky ones on Product. She had been kept mostly off-site at the sorority, tasked with cleaning out the University of the last bits of male authority, or sealed into that little glass conference room with little Sam here, mostly HVAC isolated from the rest. But still - the witches are funny, and always seemed to get special treatment.

And then there were women like Mercedes Arroyo, Sam’s director at the FDA, who had a fortunate position, in the government. She was on both Program AND Product and god knows what she would be ascending to soon. But people like me, Rina considered, we have to bootstrap it, rise through our own hard work. She realized that from the beginning, from when she was first contacted by Evolution and offered the job, and never shied away from hard work. And recently she’d begun to hope that maybe, if she proved herself by getting this part of the FDA approval process through, that one day she’d have a hive assignment of her own, be a Queen in this new society.

But she knew what she’d been asked to do here, and haha it was her pleasure.

“So, sweetie, are you hungry?” Rina purred, petting her little charge on the temples again, and then a subtle trace of a circle on his forehead, “do you want num-nums?” She watched as, suddenly at her suggestion (and haha that trigger on his forehead), he became hungry. She watched it bud into a quick, flowering pain in his stomach and then his eyes become glued to her right breast. His lips were nearly dry-sucking the air already out of instinct, and Rina did all she could to keep from laughing as she felt her nipples harden; god this might be harder than I thought haha!

Instead, she would give him what he wanted. She began lifting him, gently, behind the neck and shoulders to retrieve what was between her thighs. A bottle, a baby’s bottle, whose milky contents had long defrosted and were now nice and warm at her body temperature. She nearly giggled again at his expression when he saw it; his frightened reaction was no surprise.

“W-w-whhhhhu….” he stammered, in shock, eyes goggling at the full glass bottle, at its rubbery nipple. Does she expect me to drink that?? From the bottle?? And...is that just plain old milk or formula or whatever or is it…?!?!?!? “R-Rina I, uh…” he began, as she shifted the cradle on his head in her right hand, began to offer the bottle with her left. His eyes widened further.

“Would you like it?” she cooed, in a baby-doll voice she hadn’t used since she herself was nursing, weaning her daughter, or babying her old boss at her breast. Even with everything Sam had been through, the idea of drinking from a bottle was shocking to him. She knew this guy, as broken as he was, would resist at first, but she could soothe the fear out of him.

“n-n-n-no...it’s, o-o-ohkay…” he blabbered, predictably.

And she had other triggers to use, for sure.

“Oooo gah gahhh…” she began, invoking yet another of the implanted phrases that would unlock new behaviors in Sam, loosen his inhibitions, push his will aside. “...I’ve got your milkies!”

Someone has a sense of humor, Rina chuckled to herself, recalling the social-media trend from a few years’ past and how it had recently resurfaced in popularity. If it wasn’t a tool of psychological warfare in the battle of the sexes before - used by girlfriends and wives everywhere on their secretly infantile partners - it certainly was now. Sam for sure was helpless to it, to the hypnosis he’d undergone, and she watched as his eyes fluttered and he groaned, suddenly overcome not just by hunger but the undeniable need to suck, to nurse, to breastfeed.

She could do her best haha

“There you go….” Rina cooed, teasingly rubbing the bottle’s nipple, with a little milk, onto his upper lip. That way he could feel it, its warmth, and smell it, with all it’s bioactive ingredients - proteins, sugars, fats - within. And, after what Ashleigh had done to it, likely some darker ingredients as well.

If he only knew where it was from.

“Open up for Mommy,” she purred, and then Rina just watched, watched his simple little struggle and waited patiently for his mouth to open. A small part of him was fighting it but the instinct was now too strong, and as soon as his lips parted for the nipple - aha! - Rina shoved it in and he could do nothing but latch right on.

“Mmmm...gooooood..!” she sang, seeing Sam immediately take to the bottle, start to suck. Rina watched, giddy in the moment and at the same time feeling her own urges growing, feeling a build up of pressure behind her own nipples. She’d weaned her daughter years ago, and she was a professional, in her office, at her place of employment. But gahhhhhhahaha..omigod..! She almost laughed at the sensation, the instinct, how she physically just wanted to stuff one of her own huge, quickly swelling nipples into his mouth. She suddenly wanted her milk back and craved a let down, to be able to fill him to bursting like she used to with her own baby. If only..!

Settle down Rina haha! She needed to be calm.

“Does that taste good, honey?” Sam heard Rina coo, though now the world sounded far away, muffled. Partly it was his own hearing - Rina had smushed the left side of his head into her big, firm chest and his ear was covered as he fed. But something else was happening too. He felt his world closing in, becoming smaller, like all that existed was this bottle, this sweet milk and the warmth of Rina’s embrace. Her strong arm, her wide lap, her breast. Part of him could not believe what he was doing, drinking warm milk from a bottle in the arms of a woman he barely knew. But part of him felt that this was so right.

Milk, warmth, breast. Perfume, sweet, soft. Sam was surrounded by feminine comforts, his consciousness and will brought to heel, swaddled. Everything was here, all around him, the outside world disappearing...all sounds, all worries fading...and then there she was…

Hiiii Sammy, came a voice in his head, gentle, one he heard as clear as day, Nice to see you...you’re being such a good boy...

Ashleigh, Sam immediately recognized, that’s Ashleigh’s voice. And then her felt it: her hands around his brain.

Nnnnnnghhhh…

The warmth of Rina’s lap and breast were one thing, but this was something else entirely. He felt his whole being, his whole mind being gently cupped in Ashleigh’s phantom hands. How does that feel, Sam? It was ethereal, amazingly comforting, and made him groan.

“Oh ho ho...you like that, do you?” Rina asked, from above him, seeing the strange green light flicker in his eyes. She’d been told to expect this. “Is that Ashleigh, saying hello?’

Rina knew, she’d been told, that Ashleigh and her witchy sisters had set Sam with a connection, some sort of arcane conduit that would allow Ashleigh, somehow, into his mind. So weird, Rina thought, but the things she’d seen over this past year or so had taught her that nearly nothing was impossible.

Is it okay, baby, that I’m here? Ashleigh asked, Is it okay that I watch?

In his mind, Sam tried to speak, he tried to answer, he tried to scream. But he was muted, held dumb; even his thoughts were leashed and muzzled and he could do nothing but listen and feel and suck. But as Ashleigh’s hands massaged his mind, for some reason he was not as afraid, not as terrified as he probably should be. They were here. Ashleigh was here, Rina was here, and -  somehow - he felt that Mercedes was here.

You’re right, sweetie, Ashleigh answered, hearing his thoughts, she is here. This is her milk, baby, Mamacita’s first milk…

Sam could have sworn he heard her giggle, like silver ripples through his mind. She knew about he and M-M-M-?!?

“Let’s get Mercedes on the line,” he then heard Rina say, her voice rumbling through her chest, into his left ear. Sam felt her - while never removing the bottle from his mouth, or releasing his head - pull out something, maybe her phone.

A pause, as Rina dialed.

Oooooo here she comes, Ashleigh spoke, here comes Mommy. The voice, Ashleigh’s words in his head, was like an eldritch song. He clung to the words, even as Rina cradled him in her lap. She’s going to be so happy to see you, so happy to see you drinking her milk, drinking her milk like a big boy.

Ashleigh, from where she sat in her room at the sorority house, on her bed with her grandmother’s ancient, enchanted hand mirror, nearly giggled. She could barely believe she was speaking to a grown man like this, but it was so fucking fun. The cooler of Mercedes Arroyo’s milk, including this first one, her first lactation, had arrived over the weekend. It had been shipped to Ashleigh for her hexes and then to feed him, get him ready, get him to acquire the taste and an addiction to her milk. Rina would be getting Mercedes on the phone because it’d be important for him to hear her voice. And, of course, Mercedes wanted to watch.

Sam’s eyes goggled, hearing Mercedes begin to speak.

“Ohhhh, look at this,” came her voice, over Rina’s speakerphone, “Who’s my good boy? Who’s mommy’s good boy?”

The three women - Mercedes on the phone, Rina above him, and Ash in his head - giggled. Sam was completely surrounded by women and their laughter.

“Look at you…” she continued, “You’re in Rina’s arms, my voice is in your ears, Ashleigh’s in your head…”

Good boy, Ashleigh said.

“Good boy,” cooed Rina.

“I’m so glad you have two mommies there to help you, while you’re away from me,” Mercedes continued, her voice that of an indulgent mother to her baby son. Rina, with Sam’s head still in her lap and holding the bottle to his mouth, brought the phone down so Sam could see. Mercedes’s face, olive skin, dark of eyes, makeup and hair, filled the screen. “Soon you’ll be back with me but for now, sweetie, I want you to drink your bottle all up…”

Suck, Ashleigh spoke, as other, darker words hissed sibilantly behind. She could feel his pleasure as Rina’s breast pressed more firmly into the left side of his face. This incantation is one of the last, she thought, the spell finally, nearly done.

“Even though I can’t feed you myself,” Mercedes continued, as the image of her face on Rina’s phone slowly disappeared off the top of the screen and her cleavage began to fill the view,  “I was so happy to be able to pump for you, collect it, send it to you…”

“FedEx ships anything these days haha,” Rina tittered, unable to keep herself from rubbing her nipple into his cheek, noticing his hands clenching, shaking. His cock still lewdly tented his thin gown, and could be seen twitching and pulsing. “And I warmed it up for you…”

First Milk is sacred, Ashleigh purred, binds you to her…

“The milk is mine,” Mercedes said, able to watch her shrunken charge suckle, goggle at her tits as she unbuttoned another button, “The spell is Ashleigh’s, the warmth is Rina’s…”

“You’re so spoiled,” Rina cooed.

Spoiled little baby, came Ashleigh’s tease.

“But it’s so nice…”

“...being taken care of like this.” Rina saw him starting to squirm in the hips.

Suck…

“All these mommies…”

“Soon men like you won’t have to worry about things so much,” Mercedes spoke, coddling him with her voice, “you’ll  be pampered and warm, nothing to think about alllll day…”

We’ll take care of everything…

At that Sam groaned, his hips now writhing. He was showing surprising will, not reaching for himself yet. Rina turned her phone, showed Mercedes his erection.

“Ohhhh you poor thing…” purred Director Arroyo, of the FDA’s Second Division of the Office of Non-Prescription Drugs, allowing herself a little chuckle. Haha men and their boners…

You want to touch it so bad, Ashleigh suggested.

Yessssss… he groaned, in his mind. Into the nipple of the bottle it sounded like a feeble grunt.

“That’s okay you can touch, “ Mercedes said, as Rina turned the phone back to face him, so she could see him, so he could see her tits. “Is that okay, Rina?” she asked.

“Ssssure,” Rina complied, smiling, “I’d love to watch.”

There you go, Ashleigh praised, as Sam’s hand shot to grab himself, wrap itself around his throbbing shaft through the thin cotton of his clinic gown. Immediately she felt his arousal crest, his pleasure peak. It took all but two strokes before…

“MMmmmmm….” Mercedes beamed, seeing it in his face already..

“Ahhhhh….haha…” Rina chuckled, as she felt his shoulders, his back and body tense and then spasm, collapse.

Come for mommy... the crystal voice of Ashleigh sang, as his climax blew, as his hips thrust, as wet sperm shot from his cock and began to soak his gown.

“Ohhhhh….goooood boy…!” Rina cheered, her voice adoring and warm, “There it is…” She watched as Sam Packer, junior inspector for the FDA and one of the first males to shrink, a early herald of the New Society, jerked himself off in her lap, sucking a baby’s bottle and soiling himself like a cretin. “I hope you’re screen-capping this…” she said to Mercedes, lifting her phone aloft to afford her a better view.

Come for mommy...

“Haha of course,” Mercedes laughed. Her own smile was wide and white and brilliant and she felt the strength inside her redouble, tenfold. He was nearly done with his bottle, and his offering today would be just another nail in his coffin. The boy was hers, hers, hers.

Come for mommy...

“Jesus…” Rina marveled, watching Sam finishing himself off, gracelessly flagellating, beating his cock through his gown. The puddled mess had spread, and he’d gone sloppy. Milk ran down his chin, his eyes were now clamped shut. This is what men have to look forward to?

Come for mommy…

He still sucked, though more gutterally now, his rhythm failing. He was falling, losing. Ashleigh could see him fading, Rina felt him start to wilt. His hand, still wrapped around his messy cock, had fallen to just squeezing now, squeezing.

“Awwww…” Mercedes cooed, “are you almost done?”

“You look like you’re getting tired…” Rina said. He looked up at her, ashamed and incredulous, scared and humiliated. He knew she’d have to clean this up…

Sleep… Ashleigh said, Mommy’s got you...

Heavy, suddenly, were his lids, and his mouth went slack.

Sleep, she commanded, and the smile inside her grew.

“Sleep,” Rina whispered, taking the empty bottle from his mouth.

“Sleep,” Mercedes finished, her face now back on screen, watching him fade, “I’ll be with you soon…”

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