GITJ Tangent Story: SheVantage PR, by AgeoftheGiantess - Chapter 1

As our story at For Horizons continues in 'the modern day', we're going to take a step of indeterminate time backwards to look again at some of the behind-the-scenes machinations that led us to the world of 'Growing into the Job'. We here at theBasic are excited to give to you "SheVantage PR", which will be released in five planned posts over the next couple weeks here and at AgeoftheGiantess' DeviantArt - be sure to follow him there.

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SheVantage PR  by AgeoftheGiantess

Chapter 1: An Exciting New Project

About a year - maybe more? - before our story at Far Horizons began…

The newly remodeled boardroom was professional, yet undeniably lavish. Gone were the fluorescent overhead lights, replaced by a modern chandelier and delicate sconces that cast a warm glow over the polished mahogany table that stretched the length of the room like a runway.

Six women, each exuding an aura of power and confidence, sat around the table in plush leather chairs. At the far end of the table, a young, freckledm college-age intern with glasses sat nervously on the edge of her seat, clutching a tablet and trying to look casual.

At the head of the table was Ms. Alexandra Milan, her silver hair swept into an elegant updo. To her right sat a tall blonde woman, absently tapping manicured nails on a stack of reports. Across from her, the VP of Tech and IT, a sharp looking dark-skinned woman. The other seats were occupied by equally formidable women - leaders at SheVantage PR firm and the other entities that would be assisting on this project.

Ms.Milan glanced around the room, silently counting that everyone was there. She tapped her knuckles on the table, the sound echoing in the hushed room. "Ladies, shall we begin?” 

Enthusiastic nods and murmurs of agreement come back to her from the table.

"Our mission," Ms. Milan continued, her voice rich with authority, "is to help usher in a new era of male representation in the public eye." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room, meeting each woman's eyes in turn. "We're going to redefine what it means to be a ‘male role model’ in today's society. And we're not alone in this endeavor." Her lips curved into a confident smile. "We have some powerful players backing us, ladies. The kind of support and capital that makes even the most ambitious dreams a very real possibility."

Several of the women, sitting in the meeting and representing players that were funding this new endeavor, nodded in acknowledgment. At least one of them was Russian and not a native English speaker, and had an earbud in for translation.

Alexandra Milan paused for dramatic effect, letting her colleagues soak in her message . "For too long, male figures have dominated the spotlight, and it’s now time we change the narrative. Our goal isn’t to take the spotlight off these men, no no. We want the full public attention on them as we bring them to their knees. We want to publicly diminish them, to expose their true nature. We want to show the young men who look up to these figures, ‘Look upon your idols, and see what’s in their hearts.’ Seeing their role models fully embrace the strength of womankind will inspire a new generation of men, with new values more aligned to our long term goals.” The women in the room were clearly enthusiastic about this project, the boardroom was all exuberant smiles and nods.

Ms. Milan gestured to the woman to her right. “Ilsa, take it away… what do you have from the Psych Team?”

Ilsa, a statuesque blonde with legs that seemed to stretch for miles, leaned forward, her blue eyes glinting with excitement. "Thank you, Ms. Milan," she began, her voice melodic with a hint of a northern European accent. "Our Psych Team has been working tirelessly on this project, and the results are... fascinating."

She tapped her tablet, and a screen at the front of the room flickered to life. Detailed scientific graphs and charts were on display.

"We've identified key sociological triggers that make prominent men vulnerable to public... let's call it, 'redefinition,'" Ilsa explained, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Our research shows that the most effective way to 'redefine' these men is to target what the public perceives as their greatest strengths," Ilsa explained, her voice rich with enthusiasm. "For instance, take this chart here." She pointed to a graph. "This represents the public approval rating of a prominent male athlete after we orchestrated a series of events that challenged his physical prowess."

The women around the table leaned in, captivated by Ilsa's presentation.

"We arranged for him to be repeatedly outperformed by female athletes in his own sport. Each time, we ensured maximum media coverage. The result?" Ilsa's eyes sparkled, she clicked again and the new graph showed a sharply descending line. "His fanbase began to question his strength. While more positively viewing the strength of his female counterpart.”

Ilsa paused, letting the implications of her words sink in. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she continued, "But ladies, to truly challenge these men's public personas, we need to get close. Intimately close. Our research indicates that the most effective way to get close enough to challenge public perception is through romantic interest," Ilsa explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "These men, accustomed to adoration and power, are particularly vulnerable to the attentions of beautiful women. We propose a multi-pronged approach, using skilled operatives to initiate seemingly chance encounters."

"First and foremost, we're targeting their egos. These men have built their entire identities around being perceived as strong, masculine figures. Irresistible to beautiful women. This creates ‘blindspots’, particularly in romantic encounters, in their ability to recognize threats. Once we get close to them, we can systematically challenge their perception in the public eye, we create cognitive dissonance that's difficult for the public to reconcile.”

Ilsa's perfectly manicured finger traced a line across one of the graphs. "Next, we target the public’s sense of their masculinity. By subtly challenging their strength, physical, mental, emotional, and professional, we create a fracture in their self-image.”

Ilsa walked back to her chair, sitting down and elegantly crossing her long legs as she continued her presentation. "But ladies, the most crucial aspect of our strategy is visibility. These men's fall from grace must be seen, witnessed, and internalized by their young male admirers."

She sat back down and clicked to the next slide, revealing images of popular male celebrities, athletes, and politicians. "We're not just dismantling their public personas. We're creating a spectacle, a transformation that will captivate and educate in equal measure."

Her emerald eyes sparkled with intensity as she elaborated, "Imagine a world-renowned athlete, known for his strength and dominance, publicly fumbling in a mixed-gender competition against one of our chosen female champions. Picture a celebrated male CEO stuttering and sweating as he's outmaneuvered in a televised debate by a brilliant businesswoman from our ranks. Imagine a teenage boy watching his favorite action star, known for his machismo and bravado, reduced to a blushing, stammering mess in the presence of a confident, assertive woman at an award show. Every demise becomes a popular topic for water-cooler conversations. Now, consider the message this sends to young men watching these events unfold. They see their idols, men they've been taught to emulate, being outperformed and outclassed by women in every arena."

“These young men will witness their heroes stumbling, struggling, and ultimately submitting to female superiority. We're creating a tapestry of experiences that will reshape their worldview.” Ilsa's long legs crossed and uncrossed as she spoke, her body language exuding casual confidence. "We'll use every platform at our disposal - social media, traditional news outlets, even carefully curated 'leaked' videos and scandals - to ensure that our targets are publicly exposed." Ilsa gestured back to the head of the table. “Ms. Milan has already secured some strategic partnership with the media division. So our message will surely reach our target audiences.”

Ms. Milan nodded. “Thanks Ilsa. Tell your team they did great work.” Ilsa beamed at her praise. Ms. Milan motioned towards the dark-skinned woman to her left. “Now, Kira, tell us about the ingenious selection process that IT has orchestrated.”

Kira, the VP of Tech and IT, stood up, her sleek black dress hugging her waist as she moved to the front of the room. She adjusted her glasses, before starting.

"Thank you," Kira began, her voice smooth and confident. "Our IT team has been working overtime to create a digital ecosystem that will not only support our mission but actively draw men into our web of influence."

With a flick of her wrist, she brought up a series of websites on the large screen. "We've developed a network of interconnected platforms, each designed to cater to different aspects of men's submissive natures. These sites appear innocuous at first glance, but they're carefully crafted to guide users down a digital pathway of increasing submission."

Kira clicked through the sites, explaining each one in detail. "Take this fitness blog, for instance," she said, pointing to the screen. "On the surface, it appears to offer workout tips and techniques. But as users delve deeper into the content, they'll come across photos and articles that redefine gendered views of strength. We show men as slender and flexible.” A man doing yoga flashes across the screen. “Women are portrayed as strong and powerful.” A muscular woman bench pressing an insane bar is displayed.

She clicked to the next site, a fashion and lifestyle blog. "Here, we showcase successful business women and entrepreneurs who embrace their femininity and incorporate it into their personal style," Kira explained. The screen shows a woman in a revealing power suit sitting in front of male on-lookers.

"But our biggest hit," Kira continued, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "was the cam girl network."

She clicked to a new slide, revealing a collage of webcam screenshots featuring curvaceous women in various stages of undress. "We've created an extensive network of cam sites, all staffed by our most alluring and dominant female operatives. These women are experts at teasing and indulging men's deepest fantasies while subtly reshaping their perceptions of power dynamics."

Kira zoomed in on one particular screenshot, showing a busty blonde woman in a silk blouse, her lips curved in a knowing smirk. "Take Celeste here. She specializes in financial domination. Men come to her seeking the thrill of submission, but she weaves in messages about female superiority in the workplace, encouraging her followers to seek out and support female leadership. She gets them to, um, pleasure themselves to these ideas, all while giving her money. She’s earned almost a half million in the last six months.”

A few clicks on the tablet and video of Celeste is playing, her voice soft and velvety. “"Why don't you send me a little tribute, sweetie?" Celeste purred, her ruby lips curving into a sultry smile. "You know how much I love gifts." Celeste leaned back in her plush office chair, slowly unbuttoning her silk blouse to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace and cleavage. “That's right, darling. Open that wallet for me," Vanessa cooed. "Don't you want to make me happy? I know you do. Send me $500 right now and I might just give you a special show.” A “+$500” notification popped up on the bottom left of the screen. “Good boy. Now, do you want to see my breasts? Well, pull out your phone, and text your boss. That's right, I want to see it. Tell her that it was your secretary who did all the work on the last project. Tell your boss that she deserves a promotion. Yes, that's it…."

“And this,” Kira continues, interrupting the video. Another click, and the screen shows a brunette with her massive chest straining against a floral satin robe. “This is Nora. She calls herself a ‘MommyDom’.”

The intern at the end of the table snorted, then flushed.

Kira paused, her eyebrow arching as she glanced at the young intern. "Something to add, Sarah?"

The intern's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "I-I'm so sorry, Ms. Kira. I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just..." She hesitated, biting her lip nervously. "That sounds like something my boyfriend would be into."

A knowing smile spread across Kira's face. "No need to apologize, Sarah. In fact, your input is quite valuable. Would you care to elaborate?"

Sarah squirmed in her seat, all eyes now on her. "Well, um, Jake – that's my boyfriend – I looked at his browsing history, he’s been reading all these…umm..stories… with, like Mommy figures and stuff. I called him ‘baby” the other day and he almost melted.”

Kira smiled at the intern's story. "That’s right. MommyDom is a powerful concept, even if it sounds amusing at first." She zoomed in on Nora's image, revealing a woman who embodied matriarchal perfection. Her chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated both nurturing warmth and undeniable authority. Her pouty rose lips and dramatic makeup only highlighted her aura.

"Nora here has perfected the art of maternal domination. She doesn't strip or engage in explicit acts. Instead, she taps into deep-seated needs for nurturing and guidance."

Kira's fingers danced across her tablet, bringing up a video clip. Nora's soothing voice filled the room: "That's right, sweetie. Mommy's so proud of you for quitting your job. It was so hard, wasn’t it? Having to go to work each day. This is so much easier and better, isn't it? Now you can just stay home with Mommy Nora. You're such a good boy, you’ll have no problem finding a new job soon."

"As you can see," Kira continued, "Nora creates a safe space where men can explore their desire for acquiescence, to indulge in the thrill of letting go. She praises them for deferring to women, for being gentle and supportive rather than aggressive.”

Kira clicked through a series of screenshots, showing increasingly slumped male viewers, their eyes glazed over, some of their arms pumping away below the screen. "The men don't even realize what's happening," Kira explained. "They're so entranced by these gorgeous women that they'll do anything for their attention and approval."

"Ladies, we're not just providing fleeting entertainment. We're manipulating their brains on a fundamental level, essentially rewriting their Pavlovian pleasure response pathways."

Kira's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued her presentation. "Originally, the cam network's purpose was straight-forward - to siphon money away from men and funnel it directly into our cause. Simple, easy."

“I’ll be the first to admit, it wasn’t very ambitious.. the financial extraction. But then I had an idea. Didn’t we collect IT information for every viewer? Didn’t we have a potential list of men who were already under the spell of dominant females? Men who craved subjugation, men who already sought it out? Men who pleasured themselves to our message… and paid for it, even?!”

“When Ms. Milan told me about our project, I knew I could find the perfect targets.”

“From our IT lists, I pulled 3 men for the beta test of our operations. Three prominent men who had visited our cam network when they thought they were alone.”

Kira's fingers danced across her tablet, and suddenly the screen was filled with the image of a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. His muscular physique was evident even through his tailored suit.

"Ladies, I present to you our first target: Cameron Quinn, star quarterback for the New York Titans," Kira announced, her voice brimming with excitement. "Mr. Quinn here has quite the reputation both on and off the field. He's known for his powerful throwing arm, and quick thinking under pressure. He is almost universally beloved by his teammates and fans.”

The room filled with knowing chuckles and raised eyebrows. Kira continued, "Cameron's public persona is that of the quintessential alpha male - strong, dominant, and irresistible to women. But behind closed doors, on his laptop, he has shown us a different side of himself.”

Kira tapped her tablet, and the screen flickered to life with a new video. The image showed Cameron Quinn, the epitome of masculine athleticism, hunched over his laptop in what appeared to be a luxurious hotel room. His chiseled features were bathed in the blue glow of the screen, his eyes wide and transfixed.

On his laptop, a video played of a statuesque woman. She wore a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to hint at her ample cleavage, and a form-fitting pencil skirt that accentuated her curves. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, emphasizing her sharp cheekbones and piercing gaze.

"That's right, little man," the woman on the screen purred, her voice dripping with authority. "You may be big and strong on the field, but in here, I’m in charge.”

More smirks from the room. "You see," Kira explained, her voice rich with amusement, "our star quarterback here has quite the appetite for powerful, authoritative women. He's particularly drawn to our 'Corporate Mistress' series."

Kira swiped her tablet again, and the image on the screen changed. A distinguished-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp green eyes appeared, his intelligent gaze peering out from behind stylish glasses.

"Our second target, ladies, is none other than Thomas K. Halloway," Kira announced, her voice tinged with excitement. "For those unfamiliar, Mr. Halloway is a renowned intellectual, author, and public speaker. He's become something of a hero in certain circles, particularly among young men seeking guidance in today's changing social landscape."

The room filled with murmurs of recognition. Kira fingers dancing across her tablet to bring up more information.

"Halloway's books on human nature, social structures, and morality have topped bestseller lists. His lectures sell out auditoriums, and his podcast draws millions of listeners each week. He's a perfect target, firmly in the public eye despite his somewhat scholarly reputation.”

Another swipe of the tablet. Half of the screen shows the famed author, his eyes bulging. The other half showed a young woman, no older than her early twenties, lounging on a plush pink bed. Her voluptuous figure was barely contained by a frilly babydoll nightie in a soft shade of bubblegum pink. Long, golden curls cascaded over her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face with pouty lips and wide, innocent eyes. "Oh, Daddy," the young woman cooed, her voice high-pitched and breathy. "Tell me again about that fancy book you wrote. The one about... um... society and stuff?" She batted her eyelashes, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. "You know how much it turns me on when you use those big words."

Kira's words dripped with amusement as she continued, "This young woman, who goes by 'Candy' in their sessions, is far from the ditzy airhead she portrays. In fact, she holds a Masters Degree in Psychology from Stanford University, specializing in cognitive behavioral therapy."

The women around the table leaned in, clearly intrigued by this revelation. She gestured back to the screen and the women’s heads turned in unison.

Thomas swallowed hard, but no words came out. "Oh, Sweetie," the young woman cooed, "It must be so hard, being smart all the time. Always thinking those big thoughts." She stretched languidly on the bed, her nightie riding up to reveal more of her creamy thighs. "Why don't you turn that big brain off for a while." she suggested, her finger tracing circles on her collarbone, her large pale breasts now prominent in the shot. "You don't need to think during our special time together. Just relax and let me take care of everything." Her hand drifted lower, toying with the lace edge of her nightie. "Wouldn't that feel nice?”

The room watched in fascinated silence as Halloway's eyes widened, a visible shudder running through his body. His usually composed demeanor crumbled as he leaned closer to his screen, hanging on her every word.

Kira's eyes twinkled as she swiped to the next slide. "And now, ladies, for our final target - a rising star in the world of youtubers and social media influencers."

The screen flickered to life, revealing a young man with tousled brown hair and an easy, carefree smile. He was lounging on a colorful bean bag chair, flashing a peace sign at the camera.

"Meet DylanChillin', the self-proclaimed 'King of Chill' on TikTok and YouTube," Kira announced, her voice lilting with amusement. "At just 25 years old, he's amassed a following of over 100 million across his platforms, primarily consisting of young men and boys who idolize his laid-back lifestyle and goofy antics. His pranks and reviews are now staples of the online media landscape."

Kira looked over the table as she continued, "Now, Dylan got his start doing video game reviews. Silly, over-the-top reactions to jump scares, dramatic rage-quits, the usual fare that draws in young male viewers. But recently, we sent him a special little gift - a new game that's been... shall we say, tailor-made for our purposes."

She tapped her tablet, and a video began to play on the screen. It showed Dylan in his typical streaming setup, surrounded by neon lights and gaming posters. But something was different. His usually animated face was slack, his eyes wide and unfocused as he stared at his monitor.

"Ladies, I present to you 'Goddess Empire: Rise of the Matriarchy'," Kira announced with a flourish. "On the surface, it appears to be a standard empire-building game. But what Dylan doesn't know is that we've added a special feature just for him - the ability to create and manage an all-female society."

The screen showed Dylan's avatar in the game, surrounded by female characters who were all dressed in skimpy outfits and calling him 'my king'. As he clicked around, building structures and assigning tasks, his character was showered with compliments and adoration.

As the video continued, the women in the boardroom watched with growing interest as Dylan's eyes glazed over, his fingers moving mechanically across the keyboard. The game world on his screen began to evolve rapidly.

"Look at how the female avatars change as he progresses," Kira pointed out, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

Indeed, with each task Dylan completed, the digital women grew more voluptuous. Their breasts swelled, straining against increasingly revealing outfits. Hips widened, creating hourglass figures that defied reality. What began as modest tunics morphed into barely-there scraps of cloth that left little to the imagination.

A particularly well-endowed sorceress, her robes now little more than gossamer strips, cooed, "Your greatness makes us stronger, my liege!"

"Oh, my king," purred a voluptuous warrior as Dylan upgraded her armor, "you've made me so strong. How can I ever repay you?"

"With each task completed, each quest finished, Dylan receives an overwhelming flood of adoration from these digital women. Their praise is coupled with visual rewards - the avatars' bodies becoming more exaggerated, more tantalizing. It's a potent combination. Soon, he doesn’t care about points, or his own character’s growth. Soon, he is just clicking frantically, chasing the next hit of feminine approval.”

"Ladies, what we're witnessing here is the creation of a powerful psychological trigger in Dylan's mind - a praise kink, if you will." She tapped her tablet, bringing up a series of brain scans. "Each time Dylan receives praise or adoration from these digital women, there's a significant spike in dopamine production," Kira explained, pointing to a particular area of the brain scan that lit up like a Christmas tree. "It's the same response we see in addicts when they get their fix.”

“Soon," Kira continued, her voice low and intense, "a woman's praise will be Dylan's only motivation to complete even the simplest of tasks. This young man, once the epitome of carefree masculinity, reduced to a praise-hungry puppy."

Kira smiled at the room, thanking them and closing her presentation.

Ilsa leaned forward, her emerald eyes gleaming with excitement. "Excellent work, Kira. Now, let me share how we've tailored our approach for each target based on their psychological profiles." She tapped her tablet again, bringing up a series of detailed psychological profiles on the screen.

"Ladies, our Psych Team has been working tirelessly to create comprehensive psychological profiles for each of our targets," Ilsa began. "We've analyzed their public personas, their private online behaviors, and everything in between to craft strategies tailored to each man's unique vulnerabilities."

“Let me introduce Director of Field Operation, Serena Moldovich,” she gestured at the tall, no-nonsense looking woman across the table. “She is a seasoned Recruitment and Training Specialist who has dedicated her career to identifying, developing, and guiding the next generation of Agents. We’ve asked her to hand-select agents perfect for each of our targets.”

Serena didn’t stand up, but straightened, her imposing figure still commanding attention as she smoothed her tailored blazer. Her dark eyes scanned the room, a steely hint of satisfaction in her gaze.

"Thank you." Serena began, her voice calm and authoritative. "As you mentioned, I've carefully selected agents who are not just physically appealing to our targets, but who also possess the personality traits to exploit their deepest desires and insecurities. From my team of operatives, I’ve selected three outstanding candidates, one for each assignment. We intend to give them all the tools they need… Weaponized pheromones, hypno-therapy training, audio triggers developed by the ECC, cognitive behavioral practices, figure enhancements and makeovers.” She paused and gestured to Kira. “Although, as Kira mentioned, these men are already so susceptible to our mission none of these things may end up being necessary. Our ladies might just waltz into our targets’ lives and bat their eyelashes and be all set. But we’ll leave nothing to chance. All this, coupled with the financial support and the intel they need to accomplish their tasks without any hiccups.”

Ms. Milan rose from her seat, her silver hair catching the light as she moved. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on her commanding presence.

"Ladies," she finally said, her voice rich with authority and just a hint of amusement, "I must say, I'm thoroughly impressed with the work you've all done. The level of detail, the psychological insights, the technological innovations - it's all quite remarkable."

The room basked in Ms. Milan’s praise. She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room, meeting each woman's eyes in turn. "What we're embarking on here is revolutionary. We're not just targeting these three men; we're laying the groundwork for a complete societal shift."

Ms. Milan began to pace slowly around the table, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. "These men, - they're just the first dominos to fall.”

Ms. Milan's eyes gleamed with fierce determination as she continued her speech. "Ladies, what we're doing here is just the beginning. In five years' time, I envision us conducting operations like this on a global scale, targeting not just three men, but hundreds."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in. The room was filled with an electric anticipation.

"Imagine it," Ms. Milan said, her voice low and intense. "Our digital network expanded tenfold, reaching into every corner of the globe. Millions of men, from CEOs to politicians to celebrities, all secretly addicted to our carefully crafted content." She gestured to the screen, where images of their current targets still lingered. "We'll have profiles on every man of influence, every rising star.” 

Her voice was alight with possibility. "And with that intel, we’ll redefine every man of interest in the public eye. CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, deferring to their female colleagues in board meetings. Hollywood heartthrobs, fumbling their lines when faced with strong female co-stars. World leaders, visibly flustered during debates with their female counterparts. Imagine the world it could create… high school boys, once rowdy and disrespectful, now eagerly volunteering to take notes for the girls in class. College fraternities transforming into support groups for female empowerment."

Ms. Milan took a deep breath, steadying herself. “But I’m getting ahead of myself, I apologize. Listen ladies, let's break for lunch. When we get back, we’ll get the agents on a call to discuss strategy.”

Ilsa leaned forward, her gray-blue eyes gleaming with intensity. "Ms. Milan, if I may... I think we're all too …energized… to break now. Perhaps we can continue and have lunch brought in?"

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. Kira’s fingers were already dancing across her tablet. The young intern, Sarah, was practically beaming as she nodded overly enthusiastically.

Ms. Milan paused, taking in the eager faces around her. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Very well, ladies. Your enthusiasm is... commendable. Let’s get to work..."

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