Post 208: Let's Go Get Him, p2

“Dr J where arrre youuuuuu…?” I heard one of them call, as they came up the stairway outside my apartment.

And then there was laughing, right outside my doorway, and a bunch of knocks,

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” sang another, through the thin door.

“Or we’ll huff…” That sounds like Randi.

There were three of them; I could hear the alcohol in their voices.

“...And we’ll puff…” Marisela.

“...And we’ll kick your goddamn door in,” said the last - Amelia. “Now open the fuck up.”

More laughing.

My heart - my heart was racing. My mind - it tripped over itself in panic. Why was I feeling this way? This was my place, my practice, my apartment. In fact these were my employees!! So why did I feel like a fear-stricken rodent, cornered in its hole? These were just girls, young women who’d been hanging around the office on a Saturday after a meeting, relaxing. Maybe they’d had a few too many drinks. That was no big deal, right? That shouldn’t bother me, sitting up in my bare little apartment all by myself. But ever since I’d hung up the phone with Melissa, I’d been getting more and more nervous, hearing them downstairs.

Of course, if I knew then what I know now I’d understand: I’d been reprogrammed for this. Aggressive female sexuality, these days, was slowly getting frightening, intimidating to the newly infected male race. We were becoming passive, timid, less sure of ourselves. We were, as the days went on, more and more in awe of the other, increasingly confident gender.

And Jesus Christ: these girls were bigger than me now.

“Wh-who is it?” I asked, finding myself already at the door, opposite them. I was trying to sound casual, surprised to have visitors.

The door handle jiggled, startling me.

“It’s your giiiirls,” Randi drawled, in her smoky voice, “we want to seeee you…”

“We’re having drinks downstairs…”

“We’re here to get you.”

“Don’t you want to have a drink with us?”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Just you and your girls.”

“C’mon.”

“Open upppp…”

“Are you scared of us?”

The handle jiggled again.

“Okay, I uh…” I began, sweating as my hand reached for the knob.

I unlocked it, and as I cracked the door open I was suddenly assaulted by the coos, giggles and wide eyes of three gorgeous women, looking down on me. At five-four, I was a good two inches shorter than Marisela, and at least six inches smaller than Amelia…and neither of them were in heels. In a big pair of clogs, Randi stood as tall as the statuesque blond, beaming in a tight grey sweater and short-shorts. Marisela wore a revealing purple top and ripped jeans, biting her bottom lip. Amelia, bursting at the seams of a white long-sleeve tee and black leggings, was dressed casually for a weekend and - whoah! - grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the door...

Booze. I smelled booze. And mischief.

“You’re coming with us,” Amelia announced, dryly. The other two girls giggled, and the door shut behind me. Though I was in a tee-shirt and cotton shorts, I felt nearly naked.

“Hey w-wait stop I-“ I stammered, planting my feet after being dragged three steps out into the hallway by the surprisingly strong blonde, “Haha very funny but I don’t th-“

“Omigod he’s so adorable!” Randi laughed, taking my other hand, “thinking he has a choice!” She was - in fact, all three of them were - obviously inebriated, giddy and playful. Unpredictable. Each girl had a clear plastic cup - I recognized them from the type we stocked in the breakroom - filled with something pinkish, very little ice. Suddenly one was at my lips.

Cranberry, but mostly vodka.

“We’re gonna get you sooooo drunk,” Marisela said as she forced a gulp of her drink on me, even as Amelia and Randi began dragging me towards the stairs. “Whoopsie..!” she snorted, as a bit splashed out, dribbled down my chin onto my grey Amherst t-shirt.

“Mmm y-yeah thanks,” I sputtered, after swallowing the harsh cocktail, “d-d-delicious. But I-“

I tried to stop them, pull against them.

“Marisela, help us out, he’s...haha...he’s planting his feet”

Randi put down her drink.

“Grab wunna those chicken legs of his...”

I yelped as I felt the ticklish brush of Marisela’s hand, reaching around my legs and - erp!  The trio were now holding me aloft, my arms corralled by Amelia and Randi with Marisela at my legs.

“Girls! No! Haha uh…What are you doing!!” I finally managed. They had picked me up!!

“Let’s bring him to the waiting room - we can turn on the music there...”

“And dance!”

“Girls! Please!” I pleaded, trying to laugh, to sound less panicked than I actually was.

“Awww...don’t you want to dance with us??”

They laughed, they laughed and laughed and laughed as they began carrying me down the stairs. It was tight, a temporary spiral staircase set up during construction, leading down to Melissa’s office. But we squeezed down it, the four of us, despite all my protests as they carried me. Before I knew it we were through the office and in the waiting room with music throbbing from the speakers that typically soothed my patients with smooth jazz as they waited for their appointments. Someone had opened a new liter of vodka and I had a cup of it in my hand. I was struggling, putting on as brave a face as I could as the three girls danced with each other, laughing. I smiled, leaned back against a wall, awkwardly pretending to have fun but being just passive, watching the three tall, ludicrously well-built girls move. They did most all of the talking, boisterous among themselves. I gazed, at times, into my cup, watching the three lonely ice cubes melt. Apparently, though, I had their eye. I guess wasn’t drinking fast enough...

…so soon they started feeding me from the bottle.

“Drink up Dr Jjjjjjjjjjjj….!” Marisela cawed, as she tipped the bottle into my mouth, forcing me another shot as her two friends laughed and cheered. I’d never seen her like this - she was typically serious, acerbic, incisive and sardonic. Dark goth makeup and a dry attitude to match. But tonight her smile was wide and dangerously beautiful, teeth flashing, lips glossy and lurid. Her bright but darkly kohl-lined eyes were lit with drunken, feminine fire and as I coughed with the burn of the liquor, they met mine.

She leaned in and kissed me.

“Woooo hoooo!” the other girls immediately hooted, laughing and watching as Marisela held me, hand behind my head, mouth planted onto mine as I stood stiffened in shock.

“Kiss her back!” someone called, and as if on command I opened my jaw, tentatively, into the kiss. Immediately Marisela’s strong tongue thrust into me, filling my mouth. I heard her groan as it overpowered mine and she pulled me tighter to her, strong fingers cupping my skull, long nails digging into my scalp. I felt my knees go weak; I’d had too much to drink already, too quickly, and I began to wobble. I half-sat on the armrest of a chair. She’d released me from our kiss, but her intense eyes still burned down into my watery ones.

“OOOooooOOoo...someone’s got a new girlfriend…” Randi sang.

“Does your wife know about this?” asked Amelia.

The two of them laughed. As they gathered behind her, Marisela just stared into me, right hand still behind my head, petting my hair, peering down at me. Everyone was quiet, for a moment.

“You like Marisela, hm, Dr. J?” Randi finally asked, her voice dropping a bit, “You remember when you hired her? What was it? Five years ago?”

“MmmHm,” Marisela purred, not taking her eyes off me, “Five.”

“She started out, just an untrained assistant,” Randi continued, “now look at her-”

Amelia moved to stand alongside me where I half-sat, her hand coming up behind my head as well. “I’ve got him,” she told Marisela, who removed her hand and straightened her shoulders, pushing out her surprisingly impressive chest.

“You’d never really realized, back then, how gorgeous she is, had you?” Randi continued, “How smart and capable?”

“I...I don’t know w-what...you’re t-talking about…” I blurted lamely, stiffening in sudden surprise, feeling Amelia’s hands now on either side of my head.  Her hands massaged my scalp, easing the irritation from where Marisela’s nails had dug in and scratched.  I turned to try to look up at her but her grip tightened, holding me, forcing me to look at Marisela. Or, rather, at Marisela’s tits.

Confused and now a bit scared, I looked up at Marisela above me. As much as I could, I tried to focus on her grinning face, and not the big swell of breasts below it. But it was hard, my gaze seemed drawn there by some familiar perfume. ”I mean, look at her. You hired her for her d-cups but she tells us she’s put on fifteen pounds and two-”

“Three…” Marisela interrupted her, swelling her pale bosom even more, “it’s three cup sizes.”

“haha ok...three cup sizes,” conceded Randi, “And she’s grown two inches taller. She’s becoming a fucking goddess, Dr J…”

“I like the sound of that…” purred Marisela, “…goddess.”

My vision had started to swim - had I really drank that much?? - and the girls’ voices began to swirl around me, blending together. I couldn’t, now, peel my eyes off of Marisela’s chest..

The girls closed in around me, tighter.

“It’s not just Marisela that’s growing Dr. J...it’s fucking all of us. We’ve all started getting taller, stronger...”

...who was saying that? I couldn’t tell. I was...

“And look at our tits...”

“…they’re…”

“...huge…”

“It happens, around Melissa haha,” someone said, cryptically, “girls get bigger. But not you, huh? No…now you’re one of the shortest ones here, Dr J…”

“And you’ve been getting smaller, haven’t you Dr J?”

“Yeah we heard that, we’re so sorry…<giggle!>”

Jesus look at her tits. They’re fucking incredible.

“Do you see how much bigger we are than you already? Here, hold up your hand, compare it to Marisela’s…”

“Ooooo…”

“So much bigger…”

“So much bigger than yours.”

“Are you still shrinking? Melissa said you were shrinking...”

wh-whuttt…?

“I’m not...uh…’sh-shrinking’”

“Oh but what if you are?”

“Soon you'll be just a sweet, miniature little doll of a thing, for us girls to play with <giggle!>...”

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credit to jayjay88 for the boob morph in the Amelia image, and CaptainAmbiguous for help with the copy.