Growing into the Job, Post 487: Lunch Meeting, p5 (or...Shrinking into the Job)

The hip, Middle-Eastern restaurant, awash with midday sunlight,  hummed with the quiet ambiance of clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, and the occasional soft laughter from other lunchtime diners. But at the windowside table at the front of the bistro, where a small, middle-aged physician sat across from two towering, dark haired beauties, an unspoken tension rippled and crackled through the air. Moments ago, he had signed a new employment contract with a new employer, his hand trembling slightly as he scrawled his name at the end of a document that effectively stripped him of most of his autonomy, professionally and personally.  And now, something was happening. Something impossible.

Dr. J blinked, his hand still loosely clutching the pen, its metallic coolness now feeling unnaturally heavy in his grasp. A sensation began deep in his core - an unsettling, unfamiliar tremor that seemed to vibrate through his bones.

This isn’t right…this is weird… His thoughts came to him as if through a fog. A darkly pink fog.

It started subtly, a faint pressure in his joints, like a soft twisting. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the sensation, but it intensified. His shoes, snug against his feet moments ago, had begun to feel loose. His khakis, already burdened by the damp, sticky stain of his earlier humiliation, began to pool awkwardly around his legs.

This isn’t right…! This is weird!!! He dropped pen, pen fell to table. 

Across the table, Melissa Monroe and Randi Mongillo exchanged glances, their expressions first a blend of curiosity, then becoming realization and disbelief, and finally dark excitement. Melissa leaned in slightly, her wide, watchful eyes darting between his face and his shoulders, his chest, his arms. Her lips parted, and a faint gasp escaped them, though her dimples deepened as if she were suppressing a smile. He had, scant minutes ago, suggested the possibility that - not happy with the terms of his new contract - he might look for a job somewhere else. Melissa hadn’t liked that one bit, and it had awakened something dark inside her. 

“Missy,” Randi whispered, her tone equal parts disbelief and awe, “he’s…he’s really doing it. Like, right here, right now.”

Dr. J tried to sit upright, gripping the edge of the table as if anchoring himself would stop whatever was happening. The feeling in his bones intensified, a deep ache that wasn’t exactly painful but was profoundly unsettling. His torso seemed to compress, the fabric of his soft weave, long-sleeve polo shirt beginning to subtly sag around his shoulders.

Oh no…oh no no no no no!

He looked down at his hands - this is not good, no fuck, no not at all! - hands that now seemed visibly smaller, his fingers trembling slightly as he flexed them. A wave of dizziness swept over him, as though the restaurant itself were swelling around him. He could feel the weight leaving him, a loss of mass, the subtle recalibration of his body. His thighs no longer reached the edge of the chair, and his feet, already dangling slightly, now didn’t even brush the floor.

What the fuck NOOO!!

Melissa, unable to help herself, reached across the table, her manicured fingers taking his smaller ones. “Jay…” she said softly, her voice on the surface awash with concern for his ever-more terrified expression, though something else lurked behind it, “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

She knew exactly what was going on, and she fought back a smile.

She loved how he looked up at her, his face pale, beads of sweat gathering at his temples. She heard his breath come in shallow gasps as he tried to comprehend the surreal, horrifying reality of what was happening. He opened his mouth to speak, and she heard his voice crack.

“N-no, nothing’s h-happening..! I’m f-Fine!” he managed, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Randi tilted her head, her dark eyes gleaming with something akin to amusement as she watched the bizarre transformation play out. “Fine, huh?” she said, her tone teasing but tinged with genuine fascination. “You don’t look fine, Squirt. You look like you’re getting…smaller.”

Around them, the quiet murmurs of the restaurant had begun to shift. Other diners, sensing the strange energy at the windowside  table up front, were sneaking glances. A few smartphones were raised discreetly, cameras capturing the bizarre scene of a man subtly, but still visibly and acutely diminishing in size, seated across from two strikingly tall and commanding women.

For Dr. J, the humiliation of being on display only heightened the surrealism of the moment. He tried to steady his breathing, tried to sit taller, but it was impossible to ignore the way the chair seemed to engulf him now, the table slowly looming higher and higher above his chest.

His emotions churned in a chaotic storm - fear, confusion, and the familiar, shameful flicker of arousal. He had been shrinking, yes, getting shorter and thinner and weaker for months now - gradually, slowly, almost imperceptibly day-to-day. That was beyond upsetting. But this…this was something else. It was only an inch, or two, maybe nearly three, but the sensation of shrinking, acutely, right here? Of being physically diminished in the presence of these women? It was undeniably horrifying to the core. What is happening?!? his stricken mind scrambled, WHY is this happening?!? Yet, the dark, primal thrill of losing size, of being rendered smaller and more helpless was like another voice in his head. It whispered insidiously into his mind:

Shrink. Shrink. Shrink.

Across the table, Melissa’s heart raced, but it pumped more exhilaration than concern through her blood. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, from the sight of his shrinking chest, his quivering hands, the way his now smaller shoulders slumped in his too-large shirt. She felt a deep, maternal urge to protect him, to cradle his fragile form. But that wasn’t all. She felt more, she felt more dominant than ever. She could make it so he’d never leave her and she wanted to - NNNNGHH!!

Her big, soft chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, breasts bulging above the overmatched v-neckline of her top. Her pupils dilated as a new, heady rush of power coursed through her. Watching him diminish - her one-time boss and current lover - was sending a distinct shiver of pleasure down her spine. She pressed a hand to her chest, her fingers lightly grazing the swell of her big breasts as if to calm the growing heat within her. “Wow, oh g-d, Jay,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she fought to maintain her composure, “I can’t believe I’m d-…I can’t believe…”

Randi smirked, leaning forward in her seat as well with an air of confidence that only heightened the disparity between she and Melissa’s towering presences and Dr. J’s smaller - and shrinking - one. “Believe it, Missy,” she said, pressing her own full chest onto the table as she watched, “I think signing that contract did something to him. He’s really becoming your little man now. He’s fucking shrinking.”

Dr. J’s head snapped up, his face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I’m n-NotT-” he started to protest, but his voice cracked, higher, in his distress, and he fell mute. He was confused: that couldn’t be! Signing a piece of paper can’t make somebody shrink!!

“I think it’s the humiliation,” Randi posited, eyes wide, watching him, “He’s embarrassed, and he’s shrinking.”

Melissa reached out again, her hand covering his smaller one completely. It's not just the humiliation. It’s not just the contract. It’s me. “Shh, sweetheart,” she soothed, her tone warm and indulgent but her eyes coldly aflame with something that looked - hungry. “It’s okay. Just let it happen. W-we’re here. I’m here.” Her voice had cracked as well - but in excitement, one she was obviously trying to contain. “It’ll be…omig-d…okay…”

Her words should have been comforting - they were, for the most part, meant that way - but they carried a weight that sharply deepened his new sense of helplessness. His gaze moved from her face down to her hand, which now newly dwarfed his. She had just signed a contract which would put her leaps and bounds above him on the corporate ladder, on the salary scale. Melissa, this young woman, would be a giant compared to him. 

“Missy may be growing into her new job,” Randi continued, still unable to take her eyes off of him, “but, Squirt, I think you’re shrinking into yours.”

Melissa nodded. Her eyes stayed locked on him; she was too excited for words. Her pupils dilated further as she took in the sight of her shrinking lover, her lips parted in a mix of awe and disbelief. “I…I mean,” she finally stammered, her usual composure faltering as she sat back, her fingers pressing lightly against her chest. “Jay, I know you’ve been getting smaller these last couple of months, but oh my goodness! I didn’t, like…think this was possible!” 

Randi, still leaning forward with her elbows on the table, smirked. Her voice was low, rich with bemusement. “Missy, face it. Around you, anything’s possible.”

“Haha I guess so…” Melissa agreed, as if half in a dream, considering what she’d just done. What else am I capable of?

The sensation Dr. J felt in his body, then, stopped, just as suddenly as it had begun. He drew in a sharp, rattling breath, feeling himself left raw and unsettled. His lungs allowed him only short, uneven gasps, and a clammy sweat clung to his brow. He glanced down at himself, the oversized folds of his long sleeved polo shirt pooling awkwardly around his shoulders and chest. His khakis, already stained and embarrassing, now bunched around his hips and thighs like hand-me-downs from a larger man - or a bigger child.

His hands trembled as he raised them to his face, staring at his fingers as if to confirm they were truly his. His body, likewise, trembled along with them, shorter legs dangling feet just above the floor. Though he’d lost at most several inches, he felt weightless, untethered, as though more than just his height and weight were slipping through his fingers.

What…what just happened to me?!?

The restaurant was still blurred around him, voices and clinking plates a distant hum in the back of his mind. He turned his wide, frightened eyes to Melissa - she was the only thing clear. He searched her face for an explanation, for some kind of reassurance that this wasn’t real.

“Melissa,” he croaked, his voice thin and higher-pitched than before. He barely recognized it, as little as he recognized the grown man looking for the solace of answers in the eyes of the huge, shockingly young, bosomy but undereducated and unsophisticated woman across from him. “What…what’s happening to me? What’s wrong with me?!”

Melissa's gaze fixed on him, wide and gleaming with an energy that she wasn't even trying to hide anymore. Her breathing quickened again, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that mirrored the erratic thrum of his own pulse. "Jay," she breathed, her voice rich and heady, "you...you just...Randi’s right. You're smaller. Oh my gosh, you…shrunk!"

Her words hit him like a slap, and he looked up at her, desperate for an answer, a lifeline, anything to make sense of what was happening. "Melissa," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper, "th-this is impossible.”

She barely seemed to hear him. She leaned forward, her manicured hands pressing flat against the table as her glimmering eyes roamed over him. Her lips parted, and a slow, radiant smile spread across her face, dimples deepening as a shiver visibly ran through her. "Oh my god," she said again, her voice low but trembling with excitement, "it’s not impossible, but it is incredible. I grew, and now you...you shrank! Right here! Right in front of me!"

Her words sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over him, but she either didn't seem to notice, didn’t care or…worse, enjoyed it. Putting her hands in her lap she straightened in her seat, purposefully making her towering figure loom larger as she did, and pressed her giant boobs together between her arms. Her breasts, which strained against the neckline of her top and up to her collarbone, had obviously grown along with her. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed, her voice dripping with a mixture of maternal affection and barely-contained arousal, "I can't believe it. You look so small to me now."

“He is small, Missy,” Randi chided with a crooked smirk, “Smaller than ever.”

Dr. J shrank back in his seat, his face burning with a mix of fear and embarrassment. His eyes pleaded for Melissa’s help. Meanwhile, Melissa had barely glanced at her friend, her focus locked entirely on him. She now reached across the table, her hand enveloping his much smaller one in a firm, possessive grip.

"Shh, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice low and soothing, though the glint in her eyes was anything but, "You're okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

Her words should have been comforting, but the way she said them - slow, deliberate, dripping with a strange hunger - sent a chill down his spine. He looked at her, at the way her lips curled into a smile that was both warm and predatory, and his breath hitched.

Melissa leaned in closer, her hand tightening around his, and her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You don't have to worry about anything, Jay," she said, her eyes glittering with barely-contained excitement. "Not anymore. Mommy's got you."

Randi chuckled again. “Yeah, Mommy’s got you.”

The words had hit him like a freight train, and he recoiled slightly, his face flushing a deeper red. This wasn’t just some mommy-baby play in bed! They were…at lunch! In public! And he’d…he’d just shrank!!

He tried to pull his hand away, but Melissa’s grip held firm."M-Melissa," he stammered, his voice trembling, "I'm not...you can't just..."

"Shh," she said again, her free hand rising to cup his cheek. Her touch was soft, but there was an undeniable weight to it, a strength that made him feel even smaller. It was as if she was testing the new size of his face in hand. "You're fine, sweetheart. You're just...adjusting. We both are."

“A-a-ADJjusting??” he stammered, voice cracking again, “Wh-whut do you m-??”

“Adjusting, to the new way things are,” she said, “You with your new job…me with mine. It’s fitting, right?” Her dimples deepened as her smile grew, and her thumb brushed lightly against his cheek. "And, anyway…I like it. You're so adorable like this.”

“But - Melissa!” he blurted, “W-we…I…I have to find a way to…to f-fix this!”

“Fix it?” Randi purred, casually taking a sip of water.

“Oh, sweetie," Melissa said softly, almost to herself, looking him over with eager eyes, "I don’t want to fix this. I want to just...keep you like this forever."

“Melissa!”

“In fact, pumpkin,” she purred, “That was so great. Maybe you can…can you do that again??”

Randi snorted, her eyes darting between them, watching his face contort into an expression of even greater terror. "Careful, Missy," she teased, though her voice held an undercurrent of concern itself, "You're gonna scare him off."

Melissa laughed, the sound rich and throaty, sending a shiver down both Randi and Dr. J's spine. "Oh, Randi," she said, her eyes never leaving his, "can’t you see? He's not going anywhere now. Are you, baby?"

Dr. J opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. His head spun with conflicting emotions-fear, confusion, and the dark, shameful thrill that he couldn't quite suppress."I…” he began, his voice faltering. What is she saying?!?

Melissa leaned in closer, her face so near to his now that he could feel the warmth of her breath. Her perfume enveloped him, a heady, intoxicating cloud that made his thoughts blur and his heart race. "You know what I’m saying," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You can’t leave me, Jay. You need me to make sure nothing ever happens to you.”

Her words sent a jolt through him, and he shivered, the weight of her presence and everything else pressing down on him like a physical force. He was trapped, overwhelmed, utterly at the mercy of Melissa, her friends, indeed all the women in his life. He was hers, and she knew how truly small and weak and pathetic he was feeling. Pretty women always made him feel small, she knew. But this? This was a whole new level. 

“And, don’t worry, sweetie,” Melissa continued, her smile betraying all the possibilities she was considering, the futures she saw, “I’ll never leave you…”

“As long as he’s a good boy, right?" Randi added.

“Oh, of course!” Melissa giggled, a weird lilt to her laugh that made her sound just a little less than sane, “But he’ll always be my good boy, even if he keeps getting smaller and smaller and smaller….and I keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger.” She cocked her head, watching him coming to terms with what was happening. “You’ll always be good for mommy...won’t you, sweetie?”

Dr. J’s face flushed deeply at Melissa’s words, her teasing voice ringing in his ears but not mustering any protest from him. Smaller and smaller… He squirmed in his seat, unsure whether to respond or remain silent. His mind raced, a chaotic mix of humiliation, fear, and that strange, dark thrill that had taken root inside him ever since this impossible transformation began.

He did stammer something, his voice barely audible and lost in the quiet clamor of the restaurant. He couldn’t, though, even meet Melissa’s gaze as her eyes sparkled with both amusement and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name.

“That’s right honey,” Melissa purred, “You’ll always be Mommy’s good boy.”

He tried to stammer again, but before he could gather his thoughts, Randi leaned in, her mischievous grin cutting through the tension purposefully. “Missy, after all this there’s something I’m dying to know,” she said, her smoky voice lilting with mock curiosity. She’d gathered the papers already, efficiently, and put them back in their folders, and knew she needed to guide her giant friend. Times like this, Melissa could be unpredictable. It was best to give her something to do. “What do you think, Miss,” she offered, “How do the two of you look standing next to one another now?”

Melissa’s eyes widened, and her dimples deepened as her lips spread into a delighted smile. “Oh my gosh, you’re right!” she exclaimed, the excitement in her voice drawing more of the attention of nearby diners. Her laughter bubbled out, and she shook her head of hair as if marveling at the idea. “We should totally check!”

Dr. J’s heart dropped. He started to open his mouth, a feeble protest forming - no, wait..! - but his giant girlfriend and erstwhile employee was already in motion.

Melissa paused, smiled, and drew in a deep breath as if she were gearing up for a grand performance. She placed her hands flat on the edge of the table, delicate silver bracelets on her wrists glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. She paused again, to let the moment build and then, with deliberate grace, she began to rise.

The motion was fluid, arrestingly hypnotic, as Melissa unfolded her towering frame. Inch by inch, her long legs extended, her shapely thighs brushing against the underside of the table as she stood to her full height. The restaurant seemed to still, the quiet hum of conversations fading into an almost reverent silence as she stretched upward. Once she rose to her full height - nearing seven and a half feet in her heels - her pose was natural, yet undeniably commanding. She let her hands rest on her hips, subtly cocking one to the side as her posture straightened further, her spine perfectly aligned. Her shoulders rolled back, lifting her newly massive chest even higher, and her chin tilted slightly upward, as if surveying her surroundings from a vantage point far above.

“Oh my god Missy,” Randi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but brimming with awe. She knew Missy didn’t like that word, but it had slipped out. 

Melissa glanced down at her friend with a crook in her smile. Say it like that, she thought, and I’ll allow it.

Dr. J could do nothing but stare, his mouth dry, his heart pounding in his chest. One would think that, by now, he would be used to moments like this - but still they took away his breath. Melissa, above them all, seemed impossibly statuesque, a goddess towering above mere mortals, curves accentuated by the skin-tight fit of her pink v-neck top and the way her jeans strained to contain her hips and thighs

She knew that the sunlight streaming through the windows behind her would, for all the onlookers in the restaurant, cast a dramatic silhouette of her heroically impossible figure and put him, sitting below her, completely in her shadow. She looked down at him cowering in her darkness; he was nearly gibbering, overcome with her beauty as the beams of sun ran through her hair, the glossy, chestnut waves spilling over her shoulders like a shimmering cascade. Her skin glowed with vitality and every detail of her form seemed exaggerated, magnified; her very presence demanded the attention of the room as they struggled to comprehend the sheer scale of the new, improved Melissa Monroe.

Melissa turned her head slowly, around the room, her dimples deepening as her lips curved into a radiant smile. She acknowledged the stares of the other diners with an air of casual confidence, as if she were used to commanding a room. For a brief moment, she adjusted the waistband of her jeans, tugging it slightly where it had begun to stretch against her fuller hips. “Looks like these might not fit for much longer,” she said, half to herself, half to Randi, and with a soft chuckle, “and I’ve got to get out of these shoes.”

She glanced down at the towering stilettos that had been straining to contain her feet since her recent growth spurt. With a fluid motion, she leaned down and underneath the table slipped them off, the action highlighting an astonishing flexibility for a woman of her stature.  “I guess I’ll need a new pair of these now,” she said, laughing, holding them in her hand to examine before placing them gently on the table beside her. They were huge, despite now being too small for her. She straightened fully once more, and again surveyed the scene. Though removing her shoes took six inches off her height, the fact that she was now standing there in her bare feet and still towering over everything was astonishing.

Melissa now moved. She rounded the table, into the room, each step a soft, commanding thump against the wooden floor. The restaurant seemed to quiet as more and more diners turned their attention to the scene unfolding at the front table. The ground, many thought, seemed to tremble beneath her, though it was likely their imagination - or was it? Could this woman actually shake the earth? 

She came to a stop directly behind him, where he sat, her shadow still falling over his seated form and making him feel absolutely tiny. She ran a finger through the side of his hair and then gestured to him with a playful flourish. “Come on, sweetie,” she cooed, her voice softly amused, “Let’s stand up together. Everyone’s watching. We should give them a show.”

No no no..! he screamed inside himself, I c-can’t! His loss of height, and the stain on his pants-

Suddenly, Melissa cast out a hand and knocked over his water glass, pulling it towards herself and spilling it into his lap. He gasped, and looked down. The spilled water darkened his khakis from waist to thigh, hiding the stain of orgasm

There, honey? she thought down to him, Is that better? 

“Okay now, Jay,” Melissa said, her voice honey-sweet but tinged with command, “come on. Stand up. I want to see how we compare now.” She took a deliberate step back from the table, making enough room for him to push out his seat and rise, but scant enough that he would still be trapped in. 

Dr. J’s stomach twisted in knots. He hesitated, and wanted to protest, to tell her no, but the weight of her presence behind him - and the prying eyes of the restaurant - left him feeling that there was no escaping this moment. Slowly, reluctantly, he slid off his chair and stood, between it and the table. His knees wobbled, his legs unsteady. He stood to his full height but - holy shit -  he could feel it himself, even without turning around. He barely reached her waist, the top of his head level with her navel.

Melissa pushed his chair out of the way and stepped closer in behind him, her bare toes almost touching the back of  his shoes. The disparity between them was staggering, her long legs alone accounting for nearly his entire height. Her towering form now entirely engulfed his, her wide hips hiding him completely from anyone seated behind them. 

Melissa, sensing all the attention, took full advantage of the moment.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasped, brimming her voice with wonder as she gazed down at him, smiling privately as she felt cameras going off behind her. “Jay, you’re so…tiny. Look at this!” She placed a hand gently on the top of his head, her manicured fingers brushing against his hair, then stretched her palm out straight, measuring the difference between their heights. “You barely come up to…here,” she said, giggling and using her thumb to point to her navel, “my belly button. And I’m not even in my heels. I mean…wow, Jay, wow. You’re even smaller than I thought!”

Randi, who had been watching with a grin that only grew wider, leaned back in her chair with her phone in hand, chuckling darkly. “What do you mean, Missy? You can’t even see him over your boobs,” she quipped, her tone sharp and sly with amusement.

Melissa tilted her head thoughtfully, then leaned forward slightly, her enormous bust coming into his view as he cast his eyes above himself. She adjusted her stance, trying to angle her gaze, but giggled. “Not really,” she admitted. “He’s so far down there, and all I see is…” She gestured vaguely to her chest, laughing again. “...these. Poor baby. They must make you feel so small.”

“Well, I can see him just fine, from where I’m sitting,” Randi said to her friend, her eyes meeting his and flashing in delight, “and he looks like he wants to go crawl into a hole like a little mouse.”

Melissa glanced down, shifting her shoulders, her massive chest looming above him like twin mountains. “Oh, you poor thing!” she laughed, her voice rising in pitch with excitement. She leaned forward slightly more, her enormous bust casting a shadow over his upturned face. “What do you see when you look up at me, sweetie?”

Randi grinned wickedly, tilting her head as she studied him. “Yeah, you must have a great view from down there,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Dr. J’s cheeks burned as he heard Melissa giggling behind him. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of how utterly dwarfed he must look aside the woman who now loomed over him. Around them, the quiet hum of the restaurant had given way to a more noticeable buzz. Diners whispered to one another, their eyes glued to the strange, surreal spectacle. A few phones were raised, snapping photos or recording videos, the quiet clicks of shutters adding to his growing sense of humiliation.  And no matter how much he craned his neck, all he could see was the underside of her bust, the curve of her breasts stretching her too-tight top to its limits.

Aware of his struggle, Melissa’s laughter turned into a delighted squeal. “Oh my gosh, that’s adorable!” she exclaimed, bringing a hand to her chest as she could no longer contain her joy. Then, clearly basking in the attention, she stood back straight again and stepped even closer. He was overshadowed by the shelf of her bosom. She looked up, put her hands on her hips, and let the crowd take their pictures. 

Randi snapped a few, too, for the company’s social media feeds - this stuff was gold. “Omigod Jay you look even more like a little kid,” she said to him, recording a short video, “skinnier and smaller every day.”

“S-s-stop…” he protested, weakly. Was it the photos? Was it the jibe? Was it that she’d called him ‘Jay’ again?

”Oh shush, you little shit! Look how lucky you are!” Randi announced, for the room, for the video’s viewers, “You’ve got the biggest, prettiest mommy in the world!”

To that, Melissa laughed. “That’s right! And, she’s going to be rich!” she declared, laughing again at her own boast. Her dimples deepened, and she placed both hands on his shoulders. She felt how the weight of her touch almost caused his knees to buckle. “Don’t worry, Jay, this is all for fun,” she said, now softly to him, to soothe him with her voice, “I won’t let anyone here hurt you. I promise.”

She glanced back at Randi, who was still grinning from ear to ear. He really is my little man now, huh? said Melissa’s gaze, not needing words.

Randi laughed, nodding. Oh, he definitely is, Missy. No question about that.

The moment between them hung in the air, charged with an energy that was thrilling. That’s new, huh?

“Why don’t you turn around, Missy?” Randi suggested, aloud now, still recording, “And go back-to-back? So we can really see the difference between you two.”

“Oh, yes, good idea!” Melissa declared, her voice bursting with excitement as she spun around eagerly, with a playful swish of her hips that sent her curves rippling and bouncing in her well-worn, overmatched jeans. She positioned herself back-to-back with Dr. J.

The difference was immediate and shocking. The top of his head didn’t even reach the small of her back, landing instead just at her waistline and aside the bulbous behemoth of her rear end. His small frame seemed utterly dwarfed by her towering bod, her broad shoulders far above him, her hourglass figure casting a shadow over him.

Randi couldn’t contain her laughter, holding up her phone to snap a few more photos and record the moment. “Omigod, Missy,” she said through her giggles, “he makes your ass in those jeans look enormous! You won’t believe this!”

Melissa craned her neck to glance down over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of her butt from above, appreciating its size with the little man aside it. “Aww, Jay-Jay,” she teased, “you do look so tiny back there next to me! Are you sure you’re still standing?”

For Dr. J, the humiliation was all-encompassing. He could feel the warm press of Melissa’s backside as she slowly pushed it into the back of his head, her softly overwhelming curves enveloping him, pushing his head forward, and down. The scent of her perfume mingled with the faint sweetness of her shampoo that came down on him from on high, assaulting his remaining senses and leaving him lightheaded.

Her enormous rear seemed to dominate the world, and the disparity in their sizes was laid bare in the most literal sense. His cheeks burned as he tried to keep himself steady, the warmth of her body still radiating against him.

“Missy, give him a little bump!” Randi encouraged, her mischievous grin widening, still filming.

Melissa giggled, giving her hips a playful wiggle before popping her rear firmly against the back of his head. It was only a gentle but deliberate nudge, but it sent him stumbling forward.

“Oops!” Melissa exclaimed, feigning innocence as Dr. J toppled forward, his smaller frame folding awkwardly over the table. His face smushed against the cool surface, his arms flailing briefly before settling limply aside himself, splayed onto the tabletop. 

Randi leaned forward, her face now mere inches from his as he lay sprawled across the table. Her dark eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Hi, squirt,” she said quietly. 

Melissa giggled, playing the ditzy siren, and backed up a step, effectively trapping him against their table. “Oh no!” she said in mock alarm, scanning the room in front of herself dramatically, while he still lay folded over the tabletop behind her, ”Where did my boyfriend go? I've lost him!” She squinted her eyes, as if oblivious to all her onlookers. “Randi, do you see him anywhere?” she continued, pouting prettily, “Maybe he went out to look for another job, like he said he would?”

Randi smirked, still locking eyes with Dr. J’s squashed and blushing face. “Nope,” she replied, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “He’s definitely not down here. He’s completely disappeared.”

Melissa let out a playful sigh, her dimples deepening as she added, “Well, I guess I’ll just sit down here and wait for him to come back…”

Before Dr. J could protest, Melissa lowered herself onto him, settling her full, voluptuous weight onto his back. The soft yet unrelenting mass of her enormous rear pressed down on him, pinning him firmly onto the table.

“Ahh, there,” Melissa said, letting out a contented sigh as she adjusted her position slightly, shifting her hips to ensure maximum contact. Her curves seemed to envelop him entirely, her hundreds of pounds of womanly softness squashing him into the tabletop from waist to head. 

For Dr. J, the sensation was overwhelming. The sheer pressure of her weight pushed the breath from his lungs, and every movement she made sent a wave of warmth and heavy softness cascading over him. The table beneath him groaned faintly under the combined pressure, and he let out a faint, breathless whine.

Randi leaned in closer, her grin widening as she watched his face, pressed now firmly into the tabletop. “It doesn’t get any better than this, does it, Squirt?” she teased, her voice smoky and mocking.

Dr. J tried to respond, but his muffled protests were barely audible beneath the massive weight of his girlfriend’s ass pressing down on him.

“Aww, poor baby,” Randi cooed, her tone dripping with false sympathy, “Don’t worry - she’s just making sure you stay exactly where you belong.” She had, at some point, stopped filming. This was just too fun. 

Melissa shifted again, settling even more of her weight onto him and letting out a satisfied hum. “This is so comfy,” she purred, glancing back over her shoulder and down towards him - though she could barely see him. “I could just sit here all day.”

The restaurant’s diners, already captivated by the bizarre spectacle, murmured and snapped photos, their fascination evident. A tiny man being sandwiched beneath the gargantuan rear end of a beautiful woman? This was high entertainment, and it had them rapt. For Melissa and Randi, the attention of the crowd only added to their enjoyment, while for Dr. J, it deepened the humiliation of his predicament.

Randi locked eyes with him again, with her friend still sitting in him. “Well, well,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “we all know that ever since you split up with Sheryl, you’ve been looking for an assertive and confident woman to fill her place. A woman in power.”

She tilted her head, her gaze flicking briefly up to Melissa, who had turned her head to look down over her shoulder at them, hands crossed demurely in front of herself. “Well, look at you now, Squirt. You’re surrounded by us. And Melissa? She’s not just a woman in power now - she’s the woman in power.”

Melissa giggled, and wiggled herself on top of him a bit. 

“Do you feel overpowered, Squirt?”

“urrk..!” came his only reply, in a whine.

Randi looked up at her friend, and their gazes met. “Do you think he was a little upset that he’ll be reporting to you?” she asked Melissa, plainly. 

“Oh, I dunno…” Melissa mused, regarding the situation beneath her with not a small bit of thoughtfulness, “He’s like all guys these days, looking for a strong female figure.” She wriggled herself again, shifting hips seismically, making sure he felt her weight. “I think I can be that.”

Randi smiled, and glanced out across the room. There were a lot of guys here, and they all watched Melissa with awe. 

For all of them? Randi wondered.

To that, Melissa giggled. 

“Maybe.”

Melissa wiggled slightly, adjusting her position on her boyfriend as if testing how comfortable he was as a makeshift seat. She giggled and complimented him on the job he was doing. "You know, sweetie, you make such a cute little cushion,” she praised, “Maybe this could be in your new job description - Miss Monroe’s personal seat cushion!”

Randi joined in, laughing. “Then he wouldn’t need a desk anymore,” she proposed, “He could just live under yours.”

Melissa laughed along, tossing her huge mane of luxurious hair and giving an ebullient smile to the cameras of the crowd, which had grown more bold in snapping their pics, filming their clips. “Ooo that would be nice,” she agreed. A couple people, she could feel from the attention, were streaming this. Melissa couldn’t help but revel in the way the cameras followed her, remained focused on her. This was a new sort of power, and she - haha - was starting to feel giddy, drunk on it.

She tossed her hair again, set her shoulders for the best profile, to emphasize her bust, her narrow waist.

They like big things.

“Missy, inch backwards a little,” Randi suggested, looking down at the poor shrunken man under her friend’s mountainous bottom. His torso was covered but…

“Really?” Melissa asked.

“Yeah,” Randi replied, “There’s too much of his head still showing.”

Melissa giggled again and then did just that, lifted her weight up a bit, shifted her stance and then - oof! - sat right back down on him, pushing his head down fully now, so that his cheek met the tabletop.

“There you go,” Randi encouraged her, watching Dr J’s eyes, nose, and mouth nearly disappear under Melissa’s big bubble butt, “really squash his face, make sure he knows his place - nice and flat under the new Administrative Director.”

“Wow are you - the lady that’s going to be running the new women’s medical clinic?” came a voice from the crowd.

“I am!” Melissa called out.

“And that’s…Dr. Vulni?” came another, “That you’re, like…”

“Sitting on?” she replied, “Yep! Say ‘Hi’, Dr. Vulni!”

At that Melissa shifted her weight slightly, ostensibly giving him the chance to speak - only to press down harder on Dr. J’s back, instead making him just barely able to squeak in protest. She could feel his little skull beneath her, and knew he felt the crushing weight of her soft curves pressing down harder. His humiliation burned, but so did that dark, confusing thrill that twisted in his gut. She giggled and playfully leaned forward, putting her hands on the edge of the table. “Oh, Dr. Vulni, I’m sorry,” she cooed, “am I too heavy?”

No response from him. Just a few giggles from the crowd - the women, mostly. 

“JayJay…? Are you still down there?”” she sang, lifting her weight again momentarily - just enough to be able to see him gasp for breath under her. “Oh! Peekaboo! There you are!” She then lowered herself again, teasing him with more giggles and an even heavier squash to his face. 

Randi, by this point, had all but doubled over with laughter. In the meantime, several servers had joined the crowd and had been watching from a few yards away. Melissa recognized their waitress, who held a bill-wallet.

“Is that ours?” Melissa asked, motioning the waitress closer.

Hesitating at first -  obviously unaccustomed to seeing one of her customers seated upon another - the server came over with the check. The look on her face was priceless.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Melissa said with a wave of her hand, her tone nonchalant. “He’s fine. I’ll take that. I am, after all, the big earner now. Isn’t that right, Jay?” 

Melissa, playful and teasing, shifted her weight slightly on his back as she took the check, making him squirm and gasp for air. In his desperation, this time he managed to whimper, and he certainly wasn’t insisting to pay for lunch. Instead, it sounded like he was begging for his life. “P-please, Melissa…p-please stop…”

Melissa had known he wouldn’t like this, being humiliated in public, in front of a crowd. She was making him look small, and weak, and helpless under her mighty weight. Even though he must realize by now that he’d spoken out of place, earlier, by saying he might ‘look for another job’ - ooooo that made me so mad!!! - she expected him to bristle. But the tone of his voice, the little mouse-peep that just came from him, wasn’t one of defiance. It was pleading, it was submissive, and it was laced with an undertone of yearning. She liked that so much. And even better, even here, even from beneath her big butt in front of a crowd of strangers she could tell - he liked this too. He wanted her to do this, she thought, and maybe more. And so, hearing him plea for her mercy, Melissa’s eyes widened and a wide grin spread across her face. She looked down, as well she could, over her shoulder to him. She spoke softly. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I like hearing you speak to me like that. Do it again. Beg me to stop.”

His return could not have been more perfect. Beyond flustered, beyond overwhelmed, the little man beneath her massive ass blurted out his plea:

“Melissa, you’re too big! You’re too heavy! I’m too little and small!” he cried, “Please Mommy let me up!”

The words hung in the air for a moment, quieting the room before it came to life again with Melissa’s laughter - a deep, throaty chuckle of pure satisfaction, laced with its own sense of surprise. He just used my new name in public! I like that. In fact, her super-sensitive hearing picked up the goggle-eyed crowd‘s  murmurs:

“Did you hear that? He just called her ‘Mommy’,” was the general, astounded reaction. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Melissa now purred, her eyes sparkling with triumph as she quickly signed the check and handed it back to the server, “That does it. Now you’ve really flipped Mommy’s switch. She’s making her first executive decision…”

At that, she abruptly stood, revealing his little body and allowing him air. But even before he could take his first real breath, or turn himself over on the table to look up at her, he felt her huge hands come to grip around his torso. 

”…I’m picking you up and taking you home.”

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