GITJ Post 442: GRWM Dr. J, p3

“Katie, he’s looking at your butt. And he’s getting hard again.”

“Omigod.”

The dark haired Lexi was crouched next to me, having just finished cleaning me off with a wet cloth. The mirror was still a slimy mess, though, my goo dribbling down it in humbling rivulets as she’d slipped me into the pair of child-sized underwear they’d found in my cheap chest of drawers. A rented suit hung on the rack in my small closet and I found myself unable to look away from Katie strutting over to retrieve it and my shoes. In her red sheath dress her prominent rear was the bulge of a perfect heart, making my breath catch in my throat as the blonde bombshell bent over.

It was impossible for Katie not to giggle as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Yes: though I’d just climaxed under the two girls’ ministrations only a few minutes before, she saw how my cock was beginning to swell itself again in the front of my briefs, and how I shuddered as Lexi’s dutiful hands attempted to rearrange my discomfort. Katie gave me another moment to take in her rear view before she stood up again. “Come on. Focus. Everyone’s downstairs already and we need to get you dressed,” Katie said, “The girls picked up this nice suit for you.”

Pulling it out of the closet, and holding it up on its hanger for my inspection, Katie showed me the suit. A well-pressed two piece of navy blue and, much like the rest of my wardrobe, probably also made for a young kid. I now stood at  just over four-and-a-half feet tall and I had long lost the ability to shop in the Men’s Department. 

Katie held up a tie, admiring it, a swirl of deep pinks. “You’re going to match her outfit,” she said, as I nodded in timid approval and trying my best to ignore Lexi’s adjustments.

“Her dress is really so beautiful,” Lexi commented, “I saw it earlier.”

“And a well-groomed boyfriend is the best accessory,” finished Katie, as she stepped towards me with my suit…and so my dressing began.

Coos and clucks and directions - ‘step here’, ‘arms up’, ‘spread your legs’ - came from them both as they tended to me. As ignominious as the moment was, before I knew it the girls had me in my pants, a crisp white button-down and a suit jacket. Socks, shoes, even a little pocket square of matching magenta appeared on me, all perfectly fitting my diminished frame. They shooed my hands away and dutifully tied my tie for me as apparently I’d forgotten how. Finally, Katie pulled something out of her purse.

“What’s that?” I asked, as she leaned down to affix something - it looked like some sort of large pin - to my lapel. 

“You’ll see,” she answered, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Lexi giggling behind her, “It’s very fashionable.” 

“It looks like a…ring?” I commented. That’s exactly what it was: a metal hoop, a loop of gold or maybe bronze, an inch or two in diameter and hanging from a little hinge that attached it to the pin and, therefore, to my suit jacket’s lapel. Sturdy, but unadorned with any detail, simple. Strange…but who was I to judge fashion?

“Melissa will love it,” Lexi beamed, a devious sparkle in her own eyes. 

“And you want to keep Melissa happy, don’t you little guy?”  Katie added, now standing behind me in the mirror again...

I nodded, maybe a little more enthusiastically than I should have.

“Good boy,” they both cooed in unison, making me shiver.

“Well, I know all this shrinking you’ve been doing has made her very happy,” Katie continued, playing a bit with the new pin on my suit with a hand over my shoulder, “She’s got a thing for little men, skinny men, weak men…”

“We all kinda do, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do,” Katie agreed.

“But, for you…what’s it been like?” Lexi asked.

“Yeah,” Katie chimed, her other hand coming around my other shoulder, “Has it been stressful, scary?”

“‘Scary’?” I repeated, watching as Katie straightened my tie, “Well, yes, I guess. It was kinda alarming…” I paused, considering things, remembering how I’d felt weeks ago….and now realizing how my feelings had changed. “…at first.”

Lexi, still in her crouch beside me, picked up on my tone and reached out a gentle hand to cup my chin and study my face. Something in my expression seemed to intrigue her. “And now?” she prompted, wanting to hear more, “Do you feel different about it now?”

“I…I think I do,” I admitted. My previous life as a taller man, as I tried to think back, was starting to feel less than real. I realized, in fact, that it seemed less and less like a memory and more and more like a dream. Had there been days where I could look down at my wife? Or pick her up? Pin her down when we made love? How long ago was that? If times like that had ever existed, and my recollections of them were real, they felt bizarre now. Wrong. It made me vaguely uneasy just thinking about them, queerly nauseous. “I don’t think I was ever supposed to be that big,” I found myself saying, “I think I’m supposed to be smaller than women.”

Wait? What was I saying?? What was I telling these girls?!?

“Yeah, it’s silly, men being bigger than us,” Lexi offered, “isn’t it, Katie?”

Behind me, in the mirror, the blonde towered. “Mmmhm,” she mused, looking down at me and standing straight. She was likely nearly six feet in height, well over that in her heels. Most men would be shorter than her. I was dwarfed. “This seems so much more…natural.”

“Your world, Dr. J, is now one of giant women, isn’t it?” Lexi said, shifting from her crouch and now slowly standing, looking down at me as she rose to loom over me, “And it’s getting harder and harder to believe, hm? That there’d ever been anything else?”

I looked up at Lexi, from below the shelf of her impressive breasts, and then back at Katie. She also peered down at me over the swell of a mighty bosom. . 

“C’mon shorty,” the blonde then said, linking one finger into the ring of my lapel and slinging her bag up onto her shoulder, “let’s go...”

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thx to RiF for edits. Link to doc with uncensored pic (warning: male) here.