Growing into the Job, Post 529: Retail Therapy, p3

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The little private fitting room they’d herded me into was a good bit bigger than I expected - not the claustrophobic booths I was used to at regular department stores. No, here it was spacious and softly lit, with low benches for resting and full-length mirrors that somehow made the space feel even more exposed.

Maybe it was just me. Or maybe it was the way all three girls stood over me like a trio of excited stylists, smiles bright, eyes sparkling, hands constantly tugging, smoothing, adjusting my clothes like I was their shared little dress-up doll. My legs were still wobbling after the hand-job Josie and the girls had just treated me to, before I’d even put on my first outfit in the sudden privacy of the changing room:

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“Did you hear all those numbers, when the salesgirl was measuring you?” Josie had been breathing in my ear, pumping my erect nine-plus inches with her strong hand as Lakshmi and Aubrey watched. They had just stripped me of my scrubs - hurriedly. “You’re so much smaller than us…”

“So little, Dr. J,” Aubrey had whispered, eyes intent on my naked body. We were both already shaking. 

“So light and weak and needy,” Lakshmi had moaned, kneeling down in front of me.

“But look at those veins on him,” Aubrey moaned, “so thick, like snakes…”

“Yeah you have a beautiful, enormous cock, Dr. J…” praised Josie. 

I was helpless, yes, had been unable to resist their affectionate gropings as my clothes came off. But I think they were even more aroused than I was, after the comparison of our sizes. It seemed to light some female, domineering fire in each of them, and they’d been overcome with it as they hurriedly picked outfits from the racks for me, eager to get me back here alone. I’d put up little fight, though, and came fast. Josie pumped me into Lakshmi’s mouth.

“Good boyyyy…” cooed Aubrey and Josie both. 

Now, though, I stood there, heat prickling my cheeks and, like I said, legs still wobbly. This was the third outfit they’d put me in. I tugged awkwardly at the charcoal slacks they’d picked - tiny, but somehow still needing a belt cinched tight to keep them from slipping down my hips.

The white dress shirt was crisp and clean, tucked neatly (by Lakshmi’s careful hands) into my waistband. The navy blazer was almost comical - too broad in the shoulders, drooping down past my fingertips - but judging by the way Josie clasped her hands under her chin when she saw me, you’d think I was a debutante.

And then Aubrey, crouched beside me, leaned in to gently straighten the clip-on navy bow tie under my chin.

“There,” she said warmly, pulling back to admire her work. Her voice was that same slow, thick honey one would use when comforting patients at the desk - or a puppy in one’s arms. 

“Oh my god,” Josie breathed, stepping around behind me and laying her hands on my narrow shoulders, her palms easily spanning from seam to seam. “Look at him. Look at him.”

Lakshmi, standing with arms crossed, gave a small, helpless shake of her head - the faintest smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Watch your language, please, Josie,” she said, “but yeah…it is pretty cute.”

“Cute? Just cute? He looks…” Aubrey began softly, still crouched near my knees like she didn’t want to stand up yet, her wide blue eyes gazing up at me almost reverently, “like he needs to be carried everywhere.”

I flushed hotter. I tried not to meet any of their eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror instead.

Big mistake.

The boy in the mirror - because that’s what I looked like, not a man, not even close - was dwarfed by the simple outfit. A child playing dress-up. And yet the girls’ faces, their body language, the collective cooing and low murmurs of approval - it wasn’t mockery. It wasn’t even laughter. It was affection, pride.

“Just precious,” Josie said, cupping the back of my head gently, her long fingers threading into my hair for a second before releasing me.

Lakshmi finally pushing off the wall against which she was leaning, stepped forward with a sigh. She reached down, tsking at the crooked cuffs of my blazer, and rolled them up for me carefully - exposing my tiny wrists - while she worked with a clinical, maternal focus.

“You are so small, Dr. J,” she murmured, her tone unreadable. Then, as if to confirm it to herself, she gently encircled my wrist with her thumb and forefinger, her dark eyes flicking up to meet mine for a brief, scorching second.

Her fingers easily overlapped.

Aubrey giggled softly, almost apologetically. “You’re smaller than any of the other guys here…” she said, “and they’re all so Vulni.”

“And you’re way cuter, too,” Josie added, without missing a beat.

They made me turn around once, slowly - full-circle, like I was on a lazy Susan, their hands steering me with feather-light touches. Each of them admired a different thing: how the blazer nearly swallowed me, how the bow tie made me look ’so responsible and serious’, and how the slacks needed so much belting. 

And despite the roaring in my ears, the gut-deep shame of being handled and displayed like this, something else was budding inside me: a fierce, helpless bloom of belonging. Of being wanted. If the hand-job earlier hadn’t been enough to prove it, their doting attentions now were. Before meeting Melissa, before settling into my new place among all these women with whom I worked, I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been looked at as adoringly as this - like a man to be cherished, to be tended to and protected, and maybe even loved.

Josie clapped her hands once, sharply, drawing all our attention. “Alright, ladies!” she chirped, bouncing slightly on her heels, her straight hair swinging behind her, “Next outfit! I want to see the joggers on him.”

“Wait wait wait,” Aubrey said, reaching behind herself and pulling a hanger off a hook, her cheeks pink. “Before those…can we do the pajama set?”

“Yessss,” Josie and Lakshmi said in perfect unison, laughing.

And as they bustled around, laughing and teasing, preparing the next little outfit they’d found and handing it to me - I stood there. I felt like I was drowning, drowning in affection I wasn’t sure I deserved. Drowning in a world that kept getting bigger around me, and in girls that just kept getting taller, stronger, and somehow more beautiful and capable.

If I was drowning, though, I was not entirely sure I wanted to be saved. Me electing to not keep my doctor’s appointment earlier today was proof positive of that, and the girls seemed more than eager to catch me in my fall, pull me warmly into their depths. 

I must’ve looked stricken because Aubrey, now sitting on a little bench, tilted her head and gave a warm, coaxing smile.

“You can just change right here, if you want,” she said gently. “We don’t mind.”

In some weird demonstration of modesty, I'd elected to try my earlier outfits on myself, behind the changing room’s curtain. 

But Josie and Lakshmi chimed in immediately, Josie laughing, “Yeah, it’s not like we haven’t seen everything already, right?”

Lakshmi added with a chuckle, “We are all professionals here, right?.”

My mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

And then, in a strangled little voice I didn’t even recognize as my own, I managed to squeak out, “I think I’ll…um… behind the curtain, again?”

Josie pouted dramatically, like I’d just told her Christmas was canceled. Aubrey’s face was sweetly sympathetic. Lakshmi just smirked and crossed her arms again - but none of them argued. Instead, they waved me off with a chorus of teasing, exaggerated sighs and good-natured clucking.

“Fine, Doctor,” Josie teased, emphasizing my title like it was an adorable joke, “Go hide from your loving girlfriends.”

I ducked behind the little cloth curtain at the side of the fitting area, heart pounding ridiculously fast. It wasn’t much privacy -  I could still hear every giggle, every whispered comment, and they could see my socked feet below the curtain and when I dropped my pants.

“You saw how his little boxers have cartoon dinosaurs?” Josie said with a laugh.

Yes. Melissa had bought them for me. As a joke!

“Be nice,” Aubrey scolded, though she was giggling too.

“Hey, I’m being supportive,” Josie protested. “I think that’s adorable.”

Behind the curtain I fumbled with the buttons on the too-large blazer, my fingers clumsy. When I was finally stripped down and pulled the pajamas from their bag - a soft, pale blue two-piece set with little cloud patterns across them -  my heart almost stopped. They looked even smaller than the suit.

I tugged the fabric over my body, the pants draping around my too-thin legs, the shirt bagging slightly at the wrists but clinging around the shoulders and chest.

My reflection - a little boy in sleepytime clothes - stared back at me in the mirror. This felt certainly more exposing than the first outfit.

“Socks off too this time!” Josie called in. 

I complied, awkwardly peeling off my tube socks. I stood, swallowed hard, then stepped out, bracing for impact. 

The reaction was immediate.

There was a shared intake of breath, like a trio of mothers seeing their collective newborn for the first time. Aubrey, hands clapped to her big chest, actually squealed softly. Josie dropped her phone onto the bench with a thud. Lakshmi - usually so composed - actually bent slightly at the waist, covering her mouth with one hand.

And then came the cooing.

“Awwwww!” “OHHHH Doctor!” “Look at our little guy!!”

“You’re so tiny in those,” Josie finally managed to say, her voice high and thick with giddy awe. “You’re like…like a little bedtime cupcake.”

I felt myself flush to the tips of my ears. I shifted awkwardly on my bare feet. I suddenly felt smaller than I ever had - the pajama fabric whispering around my legs, the waistband sitting low on my hips, the sleeves needing to be rolled just once to fit right.

Lakshmi approached slowly, crouching down so her face was almost level with my bellybutton. “You are adorable,” she said seriously, tucking a little fold of the pajama top into place.

“And lucky you,” Josie added brightly, stepping around to stand behind me and gently fluff my hair, “these are definitely coming home with us.”

I couldn’t think or breathe properly. My whole body was humming - embarrassment, pleasure, confusion, submission -  all tangled up in a big, dizzying mess. And it was only getting harder to remember why I had ever resisted this, why this didn’t feel right.

“Thank you so much,” I said, dropping my eyes to the floor. 

I didn’t think they could coo any more than they already had, but I was wrong.

Aubrey stood, Lakshmi moved in closer to me, Josie clapped her hands together. “He’s so cuddly!” Josie squealed, “Oh my gosh. Like a little bedtime bunny!”

Lakshmi, running a careful hand over the soft pajama sleeve, grinned and said, “We are all going to be so jealous of Melissa, hm girls? Having this little teddy bear at home to snuggle every night?”

“Teddy bear…” Aubrey echoed softly, a note of inspiration lighting in her voice.

Her brows lifted. Her whole posture straightened, brightened.

“Wait here! And get him out of those!” she chirped, stepping back quickly and practically dashing from the fitting area. “I saw something!”

I blinked after her, stunned. The other two girls didn’t miss a beat.

Josie exchanged a sly look with Lakshmi, then turned on me with a mock-serious face. “Okay, pajama boy. Off with these, I guess.”

I backed up instinctively, holding the too-long sleeves around myself. “W-wait-”

“Orders are orders,” Josie declared.

Lakshmi just shrugged, stepping forward. “You heard her.”

And before I could properly protest, they were gently but firmly peeling the soft pajama top over my head, Josie giggling and Lakshmi smirking the whole time.

I stumbled a little, trying to hold onto the pants, but Lakshmi was faster - she knelt and tugged them down around my ankles with almost effortless precision.

“Oh come on,” Josie teased, laughing as I stood there, bare except for my tiny boxer-briefs, blushing furiously. “Nothing we haven’t seen before.”

“Yea we were saying before that we liked your dino undies, but these are starting to look big on you” Lakshmi pouted. 

I gasped as she rearranged my half-turgid cock.

“We can buy him some smaller underpants, too,” Josie giggled, “maybe we should take those off again-

A second later, though, Aubrey returned, beaming. In her hands: a tiny brown something. It looked like another pajama, but a one-piece…a onesie, footsie pajamas. But this - oh no, I lamented as she opened it up, held it up for our approval -

“Look at those cute little ears!” Josie exclaimed. It had soft fuzzy ears stitched onto the hood. 

“And the belly!” Lakshmi laughed. And a little round belly patch of cream-colored fabric.

It was a miniature teddy bear costume.

“I saw it on one of the mannequins!” Aubrey said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “I asked the salesgirl - it’s just a display piece. But she said we could buy it!”

Josie gave a full-throated laugh. “Oh my god yes!”

Lakshmi grinned down at me. “C’mon, little guy. One more outfit.”

“I– I don’t-” I stammered, eyes wide. “There’s no way that will fit.”

But it didn’t matter, they were already moving. Aubrey had unzipped the back of the onesie, Lakshmi crouched to help steer my legs, Josie cooed encouraging words, like I was some stubborn toddler at a photoshoot.

“Almost there, pumpkin,” Aubrey giggled. 

It took all three of them - gently tugging and wrangling - to get me even just half-squeezed inside the ridiculously small garment. It was way more than just a tight fit - far too snug across my hips, completely bunched at my shoulders, unable to be zipped up my chest. I couldn’t even get the hood all the way up. It was obviously made for someone even smaller than myself. But that didn’t deter these girls, nope. They did their best to get it on me and when they finally stepped back to admire their handiwork, the reaction was…well, predictable.

A collective, awestruck: “Awwwwwwww.”

Josie had both hands over her mouth. Aubrey was actually bouncing on her toes. Lakshmi just shook her head slowly, a warm, indulgent smile curling her lips.

“So close,” Aubrey sighed wistfully. 

“You need to shrink more, Dr. J,” Josie posited, “so we can get you into this.”

“We have got,” Lakshmi said, pulling out her phone from a pocket in her scrubs, “to send a picture to Melissa.”

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It was off already. I barely managed to smile. 

“Oh my word you are so cute,” Josie gushed. 

“So, so cute,” Aubrey added. 

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Melissa’s tone. She got the picture. 

“What’d she say. Kiki?”

She showed us all the phone, Melissa’s reply to seeing me in this thing:

OMG I think I just got pregnant haha.

“That seals the deal,” Josie said brightly, picking up the floppy bear ears dangling over my forehead and tweaking them playfully. “It may be too small but we’ll still buy it. It’ll fit soon enough.”

I was standing there - in a too-small bear onesie, ears flopping, cheeks burning - and another alert from Melissa came through: 

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Kiss him for me. 

In a flash, the onesie was off - and kiss me they did. 

And all I could think, with a groan, as the three girls covered me with their mouths - chest and face, arms and legs, in my ears and around my cock - was what Josie had implied-

‘Soon enough’.

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