Growing into the Job, Post 528: Retail Therapy, p2

At  first, they indulged me.

“Go on, Dr. J,” Josie said brightly, hands on her racehorse hips, watching me like an affectionate big sister. “Go pick something out! Anything you want!”

“We’ll just be riiiiight here,” Aubrey sang sweetly, making a show of sitting herself down - demurely despite her long shapely legs, wasplike waist and big bosom - on a little, cream-colored ottoman. It nearly matched her dress, and the sight actually made me pause. 

Lakshmi, hands folded calmly behind her back, gave me a slight nod of encouragement. “Come on, Dr. J, no worries. It is our pleasure to treat you to some clothes.” Her dark eyes were already scanning the racks, sizing up options.

I wandered stiffly toward a few displays, knowing full well their eyes were on me, feeling ridiculously small under the high ceilings and the gorgeous women everywhere. Shirts, sweaters, pants. Belts, vests…more pants. I generally neve liked shopping, and these days - looking at my options for clothes, at my height - the experience was even less pleasant. As I browsed, I caught the eye of another guy. He was a bit younger than me, bearded, about a foot taller than me - which still made him pretty short, and probably this place’s target customer. A woman, not super tall but certainly taller than him - his wife, I’m guessing - held several shirts on hangers, and was behind him thumbing through a rack, shopping for him. He and I shared a wan smile of - what? Camaraderie? Brotherly understanding? Resignation? - before I went back to my browsing. 

I fingered a tiny pale-blue button-up shirt, one that looked roughly my size. The tag read:

‘Size: Vulni 3’

I looked up. There was a chart mounted on the rack above me with a weird sizing chart…

‘Vulni 3’ was one of the smallest listed. 4’3”–4’1”. - but <gulp> certainly not the smallest. What sort of world did this crazy shop think we were living in? Or - the thought which really gave me pause - what was it planning for??

Jesus.

I turned slightly and caught Josie and Aubrey leaning together, both seated now, whispering behind their hands and smiling. Lakshmi, behind them, was pretending to casually straighten a stack of folded sweaters - but I could feel her attention locked on me like a hawk.

“Find anything?” Josie asked, standing up and skipping over in two easy strides, leaning down at the waist behind me, and peeking over my shoulder.

I held up the blue shirt lamely.

She wrinkled her nose adorably. “Mmmm…no. Too nerdy, so old. You can do better, Dr. J.”

Before I could defend myself and my sense of fashion, Lakshmi and Aubrey had joined her. Then it all became a whirlwind.

Lakshmi grabbed a cream sweater that was - honestly - really soft, would probably feel great. Aubrey plucked a cool pair of navy joggers from a nearby table. Josie found a blazer in dove-gray with tiny silver buttons.

“Ohhh you’d look so precious in this,” she crowed, holding it against me.

“But - wait, I-” I tried to stammer, but it was useless. I was drowning in tall, determined, affectionate young women, and there was no lifeboat in sight.

A staff member - a slender brunette in sharp black slacks and a crisp gray blouse, a tasteful piercing through her nose - appeared almost instantly at the girls’ subtle beckoning. Her short hair was done in several big, retro curls.  “Would you like me to measure him for you?” she asked smoothly, already pulling a fabric measuring tape from her pocket.

Josie and Aubrey both lit up. “Yes please!” they chirped in unison.

Before I knew it, I was standing on a small padded platform - blushing furiously - while the employee knelt before me, measuring tape in hand, and the girls crowded around to watch like it was a sporting event.

The tape whispered over me.

“First,” the girl with the nose piercing said, “let’s do his height.” She made a tiny humming sound as she stretched the tape from the floor to the top of my head.

“Four-foot two inches,” she said aloud, scribbling it onto a clipboard, adding, “You’re a little one, aren’t you?”

Josie awww’d softly, almost under her breath. Lakshmi and Aubrey both sighed. 

For myself, I felt the blood in my cheeks rise - both in embarrassment and alarm. “Four-foot two and a half, right?” I asked. I just got measured last night. There’s no way I-

“No, sir, sorry,” the young saleswoman replied, plainly, “Four-two even.”

“Did you shrink from just yesterday?” Josie marveled. 

I closed my eyes, disbelieving what was happening. I could, though, sense the change in energy of the girls nearby. They were buzzing. I heard Josie speak up:

“How tall are you, Kiki?”

“I was 5’11” yesterday.”

“I’m 6’0” even,” Josie replied. I could hear how breathless she sounded. 

“I’m 6’1””, added Aubrey. 

“Six-one?” Josie exclaimed, “That’s almost two feet taller than you, Dr. J.”

Eyes still clamped shut, I felt a deep shiver run through my body. And something happening down my leg. 

“And we are all still growing,” said Lakshmi. 

There was a pause in conversation. Tentatively, I cracked open my lids. The four women were all looking at me, the salesgirl right into my eyes: 

“And you’re getting smaller, aren’t you?” she asked.  

I…I…

She cast me with a crooked, appraising eye. “Now, chest,” she instructed, as she stretched the measuring tape out again and told me to raise my arms. Apparently she was letting me off the hook from admitting who I was - the kinda-famous ‘Dr. Vulni’. 

I tried to square my shoulders, but the woman calmly pressed me still and wrapped the tape around my ribs.

“Twenty-five and a quarter inches,” she said, writing it down. “Waist….” She came closer. “Relax, sir,” she said kindly, as I’d tensed.

Relax?  I tried, but the tape circled my narrow middle - and her hands were close, intimate. I willed my already half-thickening cock not to respond, and miraculously found some success. In my thin scrubs, any reaction would be plain to see. 

“Nineteen and a half inches,” came the report.

Josie squealed quietly. “His waist? That’s like Kiki’s thigh!”

“It is a lot less than my thigh…” Lakshmi clarified, dry but clearly interested, even pleased. 

“Her thigh is thicker than your waist?” Aubrey marveled. 

“Inseam…”

Softly, she lifted one of my ankles, guiding me to step slightly apart, and ran the tape up my inside leg.

I thought I might die. 

Aubrey cooed from the sidelines. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered.

Oh crap. Her coo shot a jolt through my loins. I started to thicken. 

“Seventeen inches,” the woman said, glancing up at me with a professional smile but a little glint in her steel blue eyes. She saw what was happening in my pants. 

Attractive as she is, and working with male customers, I hoped against hope, hopefully she’s used to this reaction. 

”And now his weight…”

“Do I-?”

“No, stay right there, hun,” the girl instructed me, pausing me with a violet-nailed hand to my chest. “It’ll do it right here.” She pressed something on the side of the thing on which I was standing. 

There was, I guess, a sleek little digital scale built into the platform. I felt it beep under my feet.

The woman checked her clipboard.

“Sixty-two point-four pounds,” she said neatly.

Also less than yesterday. I wanted to melt through the floor.

“So light,” Josie breathed, “so skinny and little.”

“You are so perfect,” I heard Lakshmi say softly behind me, her voice warm and sure.

“He is,” agreed Aubrey, “He really is.”

The woman straightened, tearing the top sheet off the pad on her clipboard and giving it to Josie - who eagerly snatched it and beamed as the salesgirl began to move away.

I had also just started to try to step down from the little padded platform - both Lakshmi and Aubrey coming to my sides to help - when Josie piped up.

“Wait!” she said, stopping the salesgirl in her tracks, “Can you, um…measure some other stuff too?” She knew she’d said it way too fast, cheeks pinkening adorably.

Aside me, Aubrey and Lakshmi looked to each other, then gave little nods, as if this was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask.

The saleswoman blinked once, as if understanding something unspoken - they like this. A lot - then she smiled. “Of course.” She accepted the piece of notepaper with my measures on it back again, from Josie. She pulled her pencil back out from behind her ear. 

I stood frozen, heat rising in me.

Josie, emboldened, said quickly, “His neck! What about his neck?”

The saleswoman stepped forward again. With me on this platform, we were basically eye to eye. She gave me a private smile, a little curl to her deep red, Cupid-bow lips. Looping the soft measuring tape around the base of my throat, her eyes stayed on mine, and she fought back a wider smile. Her fingers were cool and professional. .

“Ten inches,” she reported.

Josie let out a very tiny, very quiet squeal. “His neck is ten inches around??”

Lakshmi cleared her throat, busying herself by picking imaginary lint off her own sleeve - but I could see this had piqued her interest further. “Pencil neck…” I heard her murmur, under her breath, almost shyly. 

“Biceps!” Aubrey burst out suddenly, clasping her hands in front of her big chest. “Um, I mean - his arms? Can you measure them too?”

The saleswoman gave a little laugh but obliged. She lifted one of my arms gently, wrapping the tape around my bare upper arm. “Seven inches,” she said.

“That’s, like, probably the s-same as my wrist,” Aubrey whispered. 

The salesgirl’s smile curled a bit more and, without a word, held the tape out towards Audrey. Audrey placed her wrist on it, the salesgirl wrapped the tape around. 

“Seven and a half inches,” she stated in comparison, “your wrist is thicker than his bicep.”

Josie visibly squirmed in place. Aubrey looked like she was about to melt. Lakshmi was still pretending that she wasn’t fascinated - and seemed to be holding back from saying something. The next request, though, caught her attention:

“And…thighs?” Josie said, in a high voice that definitely didn’t sound casual. 

Without missing a beat, the woman crouched down again, lifting the tape up my upper leg, just under the hem of my scrubs. I blushed a bit, knowing how close she was to my, um- 

“Just under twelve inches,” she said.

Josie’s eyes sparkled wickedly. “Under twelve inches? Not even a foot?” she gushed, “Wait. Now measure Lakshmi’s thigh!”

Lakshmi blinked. “What?” she asked, as if surprised by Josie’s request. The glint in her eyes, though, seemed to hint that she’d been hoping someone would suggest just that. “No…we shouldn’t…”

“Just for fun!” Josie chirped. “C’mon, Kiki. Pleeeease?”

The saleswoman, chuckling, turned obediently to Lakshmi - who, after a second of false mortification, shook her head and laughed low under her breath.

“Okay. Fine.”

Lakshmi stuck one long, heavily-shaped leg out slightly. She’d always been thick in the legs and butt, had become a gym-bunny with Josie to put on more muscle, and had recently grown to epic size courtesy of “The Melissssy Effect” if that was to be believed. So this was sure to be a big number. 

The saleslady crouched. The tape spiraled around Lakshmi’s mid-thigh.

“Thirty and a half inches,” the saleswoman said.

Josie clapped her hands together once. Aubrey giggled. Even Lakshmi smiled tightly.

Me? I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. The numbers were horrifying. Embarrassing. And somehow…weirdly intoxicating. It was thicker than my waist, thicker than my chest. Compared to Lakshmi’s thigh alone, I was a dwarf. 

“Omigod Keeks you’re so huge!” Josie marveled, “So much bigger than him!”

“Oh Dr. J,” Aubrey cooed, inching a bit closer to me, “How does that make you feel?”

“He certainly is a perfect ‘Vulni’ man…” the salesgirl offered dreamily. 

The way they were all looking at me -  it wasn’t ridicule. It was something hotter. Something heavier. I tried to stammer a reply to Aubrey, but couldn’t. 

The saleswoman stood up, brushing down her skirt, looking again professionally unbothered. “Well, there you go,” she said, handing the measurements again to Josie, “Anything else?”

The three girls shook their heads hurriedly.

“No, no -  thank you!!” Josie gushed, practically bouncing.

“Yeah, thanks!” Aubrey squeaked, her cheeks now fully pink, “Now we know how perfectly small he is.”

Lakshmi simply nodded, but her face had the serene glow of someone deeply, privately pleased.

As the saleswoman wandered away, tucking her pencil again behind her ear, the girls all clustered around me once more - giggling, whispering. I could feel the heat of their attention like a warm blanket.

“Dr J you’re so tiny.”

“You need our protection so bad.”

“We need to dress you up like our little doll.”

I was so screwed.

=========================================