Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 26 (Epilogue)

Chapter 26 - Epilogue

It worked! The debigulator worked!

-“The Genesis Tub”, from Treehouse of Horror VII, The Simpsons

Chad’s mind snapped back into a state of consciousness with almost no perception of the passage of time. It felt as if someone had flashed a warm amber light in his face for too long, putting him in a momentary daze. But he knew better. After being suspended in the Adtenuo Stasis Field device multiple times, Chad had learned to be suspicious of his own sensory perceptions and assumptions, especially when ‘waking’ up. The first few times Kelly had used the new device, she’d only suspended him in for a few hours or days. But those stasis periods had soon stretched into much longer units of time, as Kelly grew busier with her new career as the head of marketing at Nexifem. Entire weeks or even months could go by and unless Chad made an effort to find out what date it was, it was often hard to tell how long she’d kept him frozen, ready to be re-animated at her convenience.

Chad’s tiny feet returned to the cool metal surface of the stasis device. He felt his body leaving the state of suspension, of suspended life. The device’s thin metal arms gradually opened like the petals of a flower, the stasis field fading away. Chad lifted his eyes. His entire field of view beyond the veneered top of Kelly’s dresser was filled with the alluring and imposing shape of his giantess girlfriend’s looming hips and tight panties. She had definitely gotten bigger and thicker since the last time he’d been conscious. How long had he been in stasis this time??

“I just love to see you moving about again,” Kelly said. Her voice seemed to vibrate the air a bit, shivering Chad’s tiny eardrums with the sheer power of her vocalizations. “It’s a been a while. You were starting to collect dust! I didn’t mean to leave you in stasis so long, but I’ve been really busy.”

Chad felt his mind sparking back to life as it tried to process various sensory inputs at once after so much time left inert. The tiny blue flower pattern of Kelly’s tight panties were moulded to her curves. The material stretched over her hips and swollen mound, which was nearly level with the top of the dresser. It was an immediately distracting sight. Yet here she was, casually telling Chad that he’d been collecting dust, like some forgotten bauble or knick-knack in her bedroom, shoved behind sticks of lipgloss, a stereotypical Himalayan rock-salt lamp, and a high-end hairdryer. Chad tilted his head back and looked up to see Kelly looking down at him over her naked perky large breasts. Each beautiful mammary was bigger than a car, from Chad’s perspective, and far above him.

She was definitely bigger now.

A wafting scent of Kelly’s sex entered Chad’s nose and he glanced at her panty-clad mound. He knew she was aroused. At his tiny size, he had become very sensitive to such things in his girlfriend, much like how other men became sensitive to changes in the weather.

“Do you remember what we practiced little Chad?” Kelly said.

Chad stepped down off the Adtenuo Stasis Field device and onto the surface of the dresser and began to walk toward Kelly.

“That’s it, my little lover,” Kelly cooed. “We have to keep you safe.”

Chad watched as Kelly pulled the fabric of her panties away from her crotch with her middle finger, stretching the fabric out toward the dresser. This exposed the lips of her vagina. Trimmed pubic hair was visible behind the triangular shape of Kelly’s taut panty crotch. Chad hesitated before stepping across the narrow gap between the dresser and the panty fabric. But he’d been trained well. This was how every waking period had begun for months - perhaps more. He stepped onto the fabric, which slightly resembled a stretched-out, taut, flowery hammock. Chad gave a little jump to get in, before Kelly slowly relaxed her finger, causing the flower-printed crotch of her panties to pull back up snugly into place, drawing Chad against the warm folds of her vulva.

“Therrrre we go, right where you belong little boyfriend,” Kelly moaned. “You’re so perfect.”

Kelly shifted her hips a bit and gently tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling Chad against her pussy lips. Her clitoris began to swell against his cheek as his feet were wedged down near the base of Kelly’s pulsing labia.

Chad felt Kelly pat him on the back with her index and middle fingers, slowly caressing his back through her panty with the tip of her middle finger. The motion gently wedged Chad into Kelly’s swelling eager pussy lips.

“I should have woken you a lot earlier,” Kelly sighed. “I’ve missed this. I’m so glad you’ve learned to adapt to my life more and more over these last few years.”

Years? Chad’s mind tried to estimate how long he’d been in stasis this time, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the humid assertive presence of Kelly’s womanhood.

Kelly began to walk around and get dressed. Chad could feel her moving as she pulled on a pair of business slacks over her underwear. The light filtering through Kelly’s pretty panties darkened and he heard the sound of a zipper closing.

“There’s a big ceremony today and I wanted you with me, even if no one can see you,” Kelly continued. “They’re swearing in the new cabinet. Nexifem is basically in control of the government now. Ordinarily having a company get so much influence over the government would not be good, but with Nexifem…I guess things are different. They really are changing the world for the better!”

Chad felt a rising sense of horror. He hadn’t really heard much about the world outside of Kelly’s bedroom in a long time. Nexifem was in control of the entire government? He shoved his hands against the folds of Kelly’s pussy and tried to talk. “No, Kelly, wait!” Chad said.

Kelly’s clitoris swelled from the added stimulation, pulsing against Chad’s head. He heard her moan. “Mmm…exactly little one.”

She hadn’t heard his minuscule voice, which was easily lost beneath the layers of fabric between her legs. Chad balled his tiny fists up and hit at Kelly’s pussy lips in a burst of helpless frustration. If Kelly could just listen to him, she might understand. Instead, her pussy flexed and a trickle of juices ran out over Chad’s small frame, coating him in moisture that soaked slowly into her panty.

“Oh gawd, you always know just how to please me. The ultimate boyfriend. No batteries required!” Kelly said. “You’ve inspired more marketing campaigns than you can know. Thanks to you, my new career at Nexifem has been a serious success.”

Kelly was moving through the world, carrying her toy-sized ‘boyfriend’ along in her panties, wedged up against her moist sex. Chad was swept up in her ambitious lifestyle. His so-called girlfriend’s warm sex pulsed against him. Was this his relationship with women now? Chad didn’t know which was worse - being kept as an inanimate object or being kept as a small vibrator-like pet. Either way, he had been increasingly reduced to a narrow purpose. The process hadn’t stopped ever since his first day on the job at Nexifem. The possibilities of his life had been shrunken and shaped in the same way his physical body. It felt like Nexifem was never completely finished with the corporate imperative to squeeze every ounce of value from him. Now that Kelly was a part of Nexifem’s leadership, the company had gained yet another asset and even greater control over Chad.

Chad’s body was pulled up even tighter against Kelly’s warm sex as she sat down. He heard the faint sounds of a car whirring into motion. For the first time in months or perhaps years - he wasn’t quite sure - Chad was leaving Kelly’s mansion.

———

“So as you can see, our projections show that the latest fempowerment campaigns in our Australian and Pacific Island subsidiary branches have been extremely successful. The effort to turn the vulni-chic lifestyle into a global phenomenon is succeeding.”

Chad listened as an unfamiliar woman spoke in the outside world. He’d been trapped in Kelly’s panties for hours now. His body was moist, wedged up against her sex as she went about her work-day. Kelly was moving from meeting to meeting with subordinates in the marketing department, with models and influencers, advertising content writers, and other Nexifem staff. She had clearly adapted well to her job. Chad wondered if any of those employees had any clue that Kelly was keeping a tiny man inside her panties as casually as a woman might use a panty liner.

Kelly was evidently part of an ambitious ramped-up project to spread the vulni-chic consumer lifestyle revolution around the world. Chad couldn’t help but listen and think about how he was a major part of why such a project was possible. The executives at Nexifem were trying to eliminate any avenue to undo their achievements. Once every country followed the vulni-chic path, there would be no way for men to reverse things. A whole new world order was emerging.

“Yes, but what about these countries you’ve colour-coded in red?” Kelly asked.

“Ah, well you’ll notice they are largely nations with limited economies and histories of extreme misogyny. In fact, the lack of a consumer culture is the biggest barrier in those cases.”

“That makes sense,” Kelly mused. “They don’t have a developed market. They’re cut off.”

“Well, yes. But our new allies in the government may be able to help us on that front,” the woman replied.

“You mean the peacekeeping mission proposed by our candidates in the election?” Kelly asked.

“Exactly. Once we gain control of these key countries, we can roll out aid packages with all sorts of Nexifem contractors. Of course, we would include certain…products as a part of such aid.”

“Of course!” Kelly exclaimed. “Peace and prosperity will be achieved in those countries once women who understand the future are given support to make needed changes.”

“Spoken just like a member of the new government.” The woman laughed.

“Hopefully it won’t come to violence,” Kelly sighed.

“It seems to be what men almost always resort to. All the more reason for the continued promotion of vulni-chic norms.”

“Well, at least the more reasonable countries are coming around on their own.”

“Oh for sure. Did you see that swim team from Australia? Nexifem custom made those women’s one-piece swimsuits for the FINA World Aquatic Championships. Same with the volleyball team from Brazil when their female team went to the FIVB Beach Volleyball World Championships.”

“Oh my gawd,” Kelly exclaimed. “That swim team was so amazing. I thought the sports reporter beside the one blonde was going to orgasm right on television! He kept staring at her legs the whole interview.”

“Well she was fucking fit, plus they were as thick as his waist. Even I had a bit of a stare.”

Kelly and her co-worker burst into laughter.

“I love it,” Kelly sighed. Chad felt hot juices trickle out of Kelly’s sex. She crossed her legs, forcing him tighter against her sex. “We really are making the world a better place. I’m so glad I can be a part of it.”

“You’ve helped a lot. So has your little boyfriend.”

“You have no idea,” Kelly said.

“I’ve only heard the rumours. I still remember that talk show you did though. That episode changed so many lives. Seeing a man shrink right on air. Seeing how small he was… it made anything seem possible. It created a whole new generation of fempowerment activists and believers.”

“Mmhmm,” Kelly intoned. Chad wanted to scream out, to make himself known. But he was just too small. All he could do was listen to the talk of how he’d helped reduce the status of men around the world, how he’d inspired zeal in millions of women to literally buy into Nexifem’s vision of the good life. He felt torn between the desire to please his beautiful protective girlfriend and a fear at how far Nexifem was willing to go in the pursuit of a new world ruled by ambitious domineering women. While women like Kelly or Tiffany could make the idea of getting smaller almost appealing, it was the women like Ms. Belmont, Ms. Everhart or even Selina who seemed to be benefitting the most in the new order.

“Well, I have to get to another meeting,” Kelly said.

What now? Chad wondered, as he felt his entire body becoming lubricated by Kelly’s arousal.

———

“I want to lead the program,” Ms. Everhart said. Chad knew her voice well, even if he couldn’t see.

“You really want to go to Mars?” Kelly asked.

“Absolutely,” Ms. Everhart answered. “It’s a part of our campaign platform, so it’s going to happen when we win, eventually. I want to head the main settlement mission. I want to help build a whole new world.”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been helping to do here?” Kelly asked, laughing a bit.

“Oh yes, but just think how much further we could go if we start from scratch. Here on Earth we have so many traditions and pre-existing assumptions to overcome. On a new world, we can make all the rules. We will decide who is allowed on Mars and who isn’t. Plus, we have all the Adtenuo advances we’ve made already developed to help us get started.”

“I never thought of that,” Kelly said. “I guess I love beaches and nature too much.”

“I’m pretty happy in my lab, but I understand what you mean. It won’t be easy,” Ms. Everhart said. “I just can’t resist the opportunity. I have so many…ideas.”

Chad listened in horror. Who would be willing to give Ms. Everhart control of an entire world?

“What…kind of ideas?” Kelly asked. The curiosity in her voice was evident.

“Well for one, I intend to design a totally new form of Martian male,” Ms. Everhart said. “Martian men will be totally shaped by me and my team. I plan to grow the first generation in a special lab I will build there. We won’t take any men from earth at all. We’ll take only women with us, and several thousand specially selected sperm samples. The men we grow on Mars will know only what we tell them - only Mars.”

“Oh I never…hmm…I guess you could do that, couldn’t you? If the new government signs off on the project,” Kelly said. “Every man would be kind of made by your team.”

“Exactly! And we will control their education. They will have no contamination from Earth. I’ve definitely taken a healthy sample from Chad already. His genetic stock will be very useful, particularly in its current configuration.”

Chad’s horror spiked. The idea of his genes becoming the foundation for a whole new race of subservient men on a new world both infuriated and terrified him. They couldn’t do this! Chad kicked and pushed against Kelly’s pussy. Her panties stretched slightly behind his back, before settling back against him as he quickly tired. Kelly’s thighs came together slightly. All he’d done was give her a momentarily pleasant sensation. But at least she probably knew he was listening.

“He’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Kelly said softly.

“Absolutely. I did have one final Adtenuo test for him before I am transferred to the Mars Colonization Project.”

“Oh, is that why you asked to meet?” Kelly asked. “It’s been a long day for me. I was planning to watch the inaugurations tonight. So many people we know will be taking up government office. It’s exciting.”

“I just wanted to run the idea past you before the end of the day,” Ms. Everhart said. “Here, take a look at this.”

Chad heard a computer keyboard click as Ms. Everhart typed and brought something up for Kelly to see.

After a few moments, Chad heard Kelly remark, “Oh my gawd, is that…possible? He’d be so tiny!”

“I know, but…he’d also be safe. Maybe even safer than now, since you could have him with you.”

“It’s nice of you to show me. I know you don’t need my permission necessarily,” Kelly said. “I just…know he’ll be scared.”

“You can help him,” Ms. Everhart said. “Just think of the marketing opportunities this could create.”

“Totally!” Kelly said. “But…I would’t really be able to keep him where I do right now…”

“What do you mean?”

A moment of silence passed.

Chad listened and wished he could see the outside world. He was hidden away, but also limited to a world of pussy and panties. It sounded like Ms. Everhart wanted to make him smaller again. Wasn’t he small enough?! Chad screamed into Kelly’s crotch, but he was too small to be noticed. He didn’t know what to do. His mind conjured up the image of Kelly’s pussy growing bigger and bigger in relation to him. Chad felt a looming sense of inferiority mixing with anxiety over his dwindling size. Maybe it really would have been better to just stay in stasis.

“You…you have him in your panties?” Ms. Everhart said. It sounded like she was about to burst into laughter. “How long has he been in there??”

“Shh…not so loud,” Kelly said, letting out a small giggle. “He’s been in there all day. He’s the perfect size for it.”

“Have you been doing this for long?” Ms. Everhart sounded increasingly curious.

“Kind of. I mean it’s safer to keep him in the stasis field, but I missed him. Plus, I talked to Stacy and we kind of mended our relationship. She told me how good it felt when Chad was inside of her and I just couldn’t stop thinking about him being down there. Stacy was right. He’s tougher than he seems. He fits right in there so perfect.”

“Sorry to have to shrink him again,” Ms. Everhart said. “But we really need this data, especially for our new line of Adtenuo products.”

“No, no you can’t let her do this Kelly!” Chad shouted with his tiny voice. But the two women just talked over him. Kelly was walking and talking with Ms. Everhart, actually considering another round of experiments to further Nexifem's radical R&D objectives. Chad’s small male voice was lost as Kelly walked and talked.

———

Chad’s two worlds had officially collided. Kelly stood in the middle of Nexifem’s R&D floor, in the lab complex. She was wearing a white lab coat and peering down at Chad, who was standing in the middle of a petri dish with the lid removed. Chad peered up at Ms. Everhart and Kelly as they looked down at him, towering over the stainless steel table-top.

As if from some deepening nightmare, Chad heard heels clicking and a familiar voice.

“I heard what you have planned and I really didn’t want to miss it.”

Ms. Belmont strode up to the table. She was enormous. Chad screamed as he looked up at his boss. She had to be standing nearly 7’4” - a full head taller than Kelly at the least. Chad felt a fraying and familiar string inside him pop at the sight of Ms. Belmont’s eyes peering down at him.

Kelly smiled and nodded. “I thought you might like to see it, Stacy. I know the effect he has on you, even if I don’t really get all your fetishes and fantasies.”

“You’re going to get even smaller, little Chad,” Ms. Belmont said.

“Ooo,” Kelly sighed. “Okay, that is hot.”

“No, wait,” Chad said, waving his arms, trying to get the women to listen to him. “Can we think about this for a few more days?”

“He’s trying to talk,” Ms. Belmont said. “But his voice is so tiny. I don’t feel like bending down. Do you think he has anything important to say?”

“I doubt it,” Ms. Everhart said. “He spent the whole day in Kelly’s thong. What kind of intellectual point could he have to add?”

Ms. Belmont’s lips widened in a grin and she laughed. “Oh god, he spent so long trying to get away from me, and he’s just ended up back where he started, a woman’s pussy!”

“It’s where he belongs,” Kelly said. “Like, where he fits.”

“It’s where they all belong,” Ms. Everhart said.

“Fuck yeah,” Ms. Belmont nodded. “However you want to interpret that. It’s nice to hear you’re starting to understand. I know I just go a bit…further than you, Kelly.”

“Maybe,” Kelly said. “To each her own.”

“Well anyway, I want to try this thing out. I’ve been waiting for a long time,” Ms. Everhart said.

Chad saw Ms. Everhart raise a device in her hand that looked like some sort of weird gun from a twentieth-century science fiction film. She gripped the device in her manicured hand and aimed the chrome-coated tip at Chad. A red crystal at the tip glowed faintly.

“Good-bye Chad,” Ms. Everhart said. “Or least, this version of you.”

“Time to shrink, little vibrator boy!” Ms. Belmont exclaimed.

“It’ll be okay,” Kelly added, which just made Ms. Belmont laugh.

“NOO!!” Chad screamed and stepped off the petri dish. He started to run across the stainless steel table when he heard an electronic hum following by a crackling sound. A red glow enveloped him from behind and make his hair stand on end. Nausea welled up inside him.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ms. Everhart said.

Chad’s skin began to tingle and he cried out as everything around him began to expand and grow. The Adtenuo Gun was remarkably effective, shrinking Chad with each passing second. He looked over his shoulder only to see the three women looming bigger and bigger in real-time, towering like monuments over the expanding metallic plain of the table. Visible under her unbuttoned lab coat, Ms. Everhart’s thigh seemed to be almost as thick as a small apartment building. Her dusty pink slacks clung to her hips. Ms. Belmont’s laughter seemed to shake the sky.

Chad cried out in horror before the gaze of the goddesses who towered over him. They were the size of skyscrapers, looming over his world.

“Such a mousy squeak! He’s like two inches tall now,” Ms. Belmont said.

“Not small enough,” Ms. Everhart said. Kelly gasped as Ms. Everhart pointed the gun at him and fired again.

“But you’ll shrink him to nothing!” Kelly exclaimed.

Chad felt tingles all over his body and he put his hands on his head, screaming at the discomfort and horror of the sensation as he got even smaller. Ms. Belmont stepped up to the edge of the table. The front of her skirt seemed to form a massive ever-widening wall. Chad could make out individual threads in the navy blue fabric.

“Yessss!” Ms. Belmont said, her voice shaking Chad’s mind. “Nothing but a little bug! And to think you used to talk back to me!”

Ms. Belmont reached out, her hand casting a shadow over Chad. She plucked him up between her index finger and thumb. Lifting him up to her face. Her eyes peered at him behind her stylish glasses. Each wide eye was nearly as tall as Chad’s body.

“He’s barely an inch tall!” she said. “I could swallow him down and it wouldn’t even fill me up as much as a decent chocolate!”

“That’s not funny, Stacy!” Kelly said.

“Well, I think it is,” Ms. Belmont countered.

“Put him back on the petri dish please,” Ms. Everhart said. “We need to take measurements. This is a huge breakthrough. This Adtenuo Gun cost more than than the GDP of several countries to develop.”

Ms. Belmont lowered her hand to the petri dish and dropped Chad back into it. The dish now seemed more like a large stage. Its circular glass lip was as high as Chad’s thighs. He could see Kelly watching him, her face high above in the sky. She was biting her lower lip in a mixture of concern and fascination. Chad wanted to run and hide. He suddenly wanted back inside Kelly’s panties. At least he was safe there. Safe and warm and close to Kelly rather than exposed on a cold metal lab table. Being here brought back memories his first trips into the Adtenuo Tank. It was all starting again.

Lab-coated assistants the size of large buildings milled about the table, taking measurements and typing on computer tablets. The familiar sight of Ms. Young deepened Chad’s remembrance of prior visits to this laboratory - visits he’d assumed were permanently in the past. He recognized her tightly styled bun of auburn hair and her designer glasses. But she had grown larger from Voluptupram. It was hard to tell from Chad’s tiny perspective, but Ms. Young had to be at least six feet tall. She still looked petite next to Kelly, Ms. Everhart, and Ms. Belmont. Her cool detached gaze swept over Chad before she looked away, continuing her work.

“It appears that the Adtenuo Gun reacted as we predicted in tandem with the subject’s pre-existing cellular conditioning,” Ms. Young said.

Ms. Everhart nodded, peering down at Chad from what seemed like hundreds of feet above. She turned back to Ms. Young. “Excellent, and what about the research on its use on unconditioned males?”

“Results are inconclusive to non-existent at present,” Ms. Young said.

“Hmm…” Ms. Everhart said, tapping a finger agains her chin. “All the more reason for you to ramp up our marketing campaigns in untapped markets, Kelly.”

Kelly nodded. She wasn’t even looking at Chad, so engrossed as she was in the professional discussion taking place. Her devotion to her work was real.

Yet Ms. Belmont continued to stare down at Chad with a single-minded gaze. A hungry look glittered in her eyes. Chad remembered how she had stolen him the last time the attention of her co-workers had been wrapped up in their own plans and ambitions. He felt a growing apprehension about being ignored by Kelly for this long while so close to Ms. Belmont.

A strange feeling tugged inside of him as he felt Ms. Belmont’s eyes on his body, an inner hook in his genes that seemed to flow and resonate between Ms. Belmont’s hips, as though her body was pulling him toward her, calling him. Chad remembered how she had shrunk him on her dining room table, almost through a sheer act of desire and will. He stepped backwards, nervously glancing at the looming profile of the womanly giantesses who were determined to reduce him at every stage. Their power was impossible to deny and Chad’s urge to preserve his existence in the world women now ruled made him deeply distrustful of his own desires.

“Do you have the stasis necklace?” Ms. Everhart asked.

Chad had not been paying attention to the ongoing discussion about market penetration and product development initiatives. But the mention of stasis snapped his focus back on the giantesses above.

“It’s right here,” Ms. Young answered. “It should allow Kelly to get Chad back to her place in safety, and it will allow us to test the latest miniaturization of the Adtenuo stasis field technology.

“I guess it’s safer than riding in her panties for him now,” Ms. Belmont said.

Kelly giggled, but Chad could tell she was blushing at Ms. Belmont’s brazen words. Ms. Belmont had guessed immediately how Chad had come to the office. After all, she had first-hand experience in putting Chad in her panties.

“Stacy!” Kelly gasped.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing to be coy about,” Ms. Belmont said, grinning. “It’s where little office boys like him belong.”

No one objected. Chad felt like shouting up in protest at the giantess figures looming over him, when a pair of medical-steel tweezers suddenly gripped him by the torso. Chad was lifted with dizzying swiftness to a frightening height and placed into something resembling a jeweller’s tool - a sort of cupped gem setting in a golden oval pendant.

Ms. Young removed the tweezers and Chad looked up out of the hollow of the pendant at the laboratory ceiling. Kelly, Ms. Belmont, and Ms. Everhart peered down at him, watching.

“Wait! I can stay conscious! Just keep me in a safe spot!” Chad shouted.

“He’s trying to say something,” Kelly said.

“I choose to believe he’s pouring out his adoration toward us,” Ms. Belmont said. “We’re practically goddesses to him now.”

Kelly actually smiled at that idea.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Chad exclaimed. “Use one of the microphones or bend down! Listen to—”

———

Chad blinked. It felt like his mind had bounced off of something, snapping back from some unknown darkness. He was resting in the gold hollow of the pendant, but it had been turned sideways. On either side of his field of view were dark green lacy walls that curved toward him like a deep valley. Chad realized he was in a woman’s cleavage, looking outward at her breasts and bra.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize what Kelly would have done with a ‘stasis necklace’. She’d been wearing him like a piece of jewelry. There was something comforting about knowing that at least he’d been close to Kelly while in stasis rather than collecting dust on her bedroom dresser.

A large television screen was visible beyond the lace and smooth creamy walls of cleavage. It was showing some sort of live news broadcast.

“I thought you might want to see this,” The voice of Ms. Belmont resonated the tiny bones of Chad’s skull and head, reminding him immediately of just how small he was. His stomach dropped in horror to realize that he was not safe in Kelly’s cleavage, but ensconced in between Ms. Belmont’s sizeable breasts instead.

Where was Kelly? How had he ended up back in Ms. Belmont’s possession?

“You might be wondering how long it’s been since you were put in stasis,” Ms. Belmont said. Chad could hear the satisfied smile in her voice.

“It’s been five awesome years,” she said.

“N…no,” Chad whispered. “That can’t be true.”

“Everyone has their price,” Ms. Belmont said. “Kelly has rented you out to dozens of women. You’ve made her a lot of money, getting worn by celebrities at film awards, Nexifem-funded candidates in political debates, as a prop in movies, and even by the marketing department for some recent ads. She claims that she was afraid to take you out of stasis at this size, that you’d be hurt or killed. But I think it was easier to just keep you in stasis the whole time. Especially considering the pose you were in when the stasis field engaged.”

Ms. Belmont laughed. “And so I decided to use some of my funds to rent you myself! Kelly’s busy tonight anyway. You’ll see why.”

Kelly turned up the volume on the TV. Chad sat up and watched. A headline ran across the bottom of the screen: “Nexifem-backed candidates sweep elections. Only two men remain in legislature.”

A live-feed showed Cassandra Payne, CEO of Nexifem, walk out onto a stage in front of the capital buildings to a podium that had the national coat-of-arms emblazoned on it. Her expression was jubilant and ecstatic. Thousands of women cheered in the audience.

“Nexifem has total control of the government now,” Ms. Belmont said, talking over the broadcast as Ms. Payne began her victory speech. “We’ve gained seats in every one of the last three or four elections, but this was the big one. We swept it! After the Pro-Patria riots a couple years ago, the voting laws were changed to only allow men with a clean record to vote. That was the final straw in some ways I think. Those idiots and their campaign just mis-read the public entirely. Violence and insults don’t work for men anymore, especially not from a bunch of four-foot-nothing shrimpy losers. This time the government really cracked down. There were at least four fempowerment-oriented political parties competing in the last legislature, and two weren’t even related to Nexifem’s support! It was easy to make the needed changes.”

Ms. Belmont shook her head. Chad scooted to the edge of the hollow in the stasis pendant. It was a sheer drop from where he was seated into the shadowy depths of Ms. Belmont’s blouse. Yet he had no choice. He had to escape. He couldn’t stand to live like this anymore. What did he have to lose? Chad knew if he didn’t act fast, he’d end up back in stasis or worse, shrunken even smaller.

Chad summoned all his courage and leapt from the golden alcove of the stasis necklace to the side of Ms. Belmont’s large breast. He landed just in reach of her dark green brassiere cup, clinging to the threads of the satin lace bra. Chad began to crawl along the top of the expensive lingerie, using threads of embossed flowers as handholds as he moved around the curved shape of Ms. Belmont’s breast. Chad looked up and then over his shoulder at the enormous television screen.

A new headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen: “Private contractors to help quell unrest abroad.”

“But now…oh yes, see? She’s announcing the plan to send Nexifem Unity Corps into the countries that have been threatening us. Those stupid little peacocking dictators are in for a rude awakening when our elite force of soldiers arrives. The whole rotten patriarchal world order is crumbling now, not just in this country.”

Chad didn’t need to ask. He knew those soldiers would be amazonian women with the latest equipment and weapons - technology he helped make possible. What chance would an opponent have against being shrunk or worse? Chad could only imagine what kind of weapons Ms. Everhart might have cooked up in the last five years.

Chad felt a strange sensation under Ms. Belmont’s bra cup. Like something inside was pushing back against him.

A series of new headlines scrolled under the live feed of Ms. Payne, who continued to talk. Women in pant-suits and professional skirts stood behind her clapping and nodding along to every point she made. Occasionally, a small man would move into frame to hand a woman a bottle of water or snap some quick publicity photos. None of the men on screen seemed to stand higher than the shoulders of the shortest woman. To Chad’s utter dismay, he spotted Kelly in the crowd of high-ranking supporters, clapping with a smile on her face. She looked beautiful and very happy, and totally oblivious to his situation.

Or was she? Didn’t she know what Ms. Belmont was capable of? Chad had the sudden thought that he might not know his girlfriend anymore after five-years in stasis. The world had moved on without him. He’d been used and then cast aside by Nexifem, his value extracted for their greedy ambitions.

The headlines at the bottom of the screen continued to scroll: “Extensive changes to legal code expected. Restructuring of labour, property, and movement rights expected to meet vulni-chic cultural reforms. Mining colonies in Antarctica announce plans to step up recruitment of men who seek to ‘opt-out’ of new normal.”

“Oh yes, this is so amazing,” Ms. Belmont moaned. Chad realized that he was positioned right over top of her nipple. Her nipples and areola were swelling and he was unsure whether it was his actions that had caused it or what was playing out on the news-feed. Maybe it was both. Chad scrambled, feeling the pressure of Ms. Belmont’s expanding nipple pressing against his chest from inside her lacy bra cup. He tried to get into a better position, away from Ms. Belmont’s sensitive nipples. But the television chattered on, pulling his gaze and attention.

Chad trembled as he watched the screen. A man barely up to Ms. Payne’s navel was carrying a bottle of water, weaving between women on the stage behind the newly elected leader, when a tall brunette in the background reached out and grabbed his collar. Chad saw the man struggle, as the woman tugged him to her and petted his head. The man looked up at the woman and then simply smiled and let her pet him as she took the water out of his hands.

This was the world now. Everything had been reshaped by vulni-chic consumerism and then the changes had sunk into the very fabric of society. Women increasingly loomed over men in power and importance with men failing to maintain the status of even being equal persons under the law.

Chad began to notice a dewy musk in the air, a scent thickening with each inhaled breath. He heard a distant wet noise and suddenly realized, as Ms. Belmont’s full bra heaved with a deep sigh, that she was masturbating.

“Look at it Chadwick,” Ms. Belmont gloated. “You can thank your so-called girlfriend for keeping you in the world long enough to witness this, for saving you from my vagina.”

Chad shook his head, clinging to the ridges of satin lace under his hands. Ms. Belmont’s voice was too powerful to shut out. Her arousal invaded his senses. He could only watch as the world shifted further toward her wildest wishes. She had not let him simply live in such a world, but insisted on pursuing him and gloating.

“The only question,” Ms. Belmont moaned. “Is should I push you back inside me? Mmm….I want to so bad.”

Ms. Belmont reached up to her breast and plucked Chad from her bra. For the first time he was able to see her aroused and satisfied face. “It felt nice to have you on my nipple, but you’re just too small to be of use there,” she said. “You should have begged to suck them when you were the right height. Maybe I would have kept you around longer at that size.”

Ms. Belmont lowered Chad down between her legs. Her panties had been pulled to the side and she was stroking her vulva with her other hand. Chad cried out at the size of Ms. Belmont’s sex in comparison to him. Her labia loomed before him as her middle finger sunk between her glistening wet pussy lips. Ms. Belmont’s pussy was several times his height, the parted lips revealing dark wet folds. Chad knew if he was pushed inside, there would be no escape this time.

“But I’d rather you just get even smaller, wouldn’t that be so fucking appropriate? Come on, SHRINK.”

Ms. Belmont’s voice thundered across the heavens and Chad let out a cry of distraught fear. “Oh no, no you can’t! Don’t!” He shrieked.

“SHRINK!” Ms. Belmont continued to rub her clit and lips, causing slick juices to run out onto the chair at Chad’s feet.

Chad felt the tingling rising inside him. “NOOO!!” He squeaked, his voice overpowered by the sounds of squelching wetness as Ms. Belmont masturbated.

“Get SMALLER, come onnnn!”

Chad watched in horror as Ms. Belmont’s pussy seemed to swell and rise bigger and higher before him. He was shrinking and the sight before him seemed like a living representation of his relationship to women. Ms. Belmont’s smooth curvaceous inner thighs on either side of Chad slowly seemed to grow higher and more massive. The sound of masturbation, of her pussy being rubbed and penetrated with lubricated fingers, increased in volume and intensity. The air seemed thick with the smell of pussy. Chad stepped back and fell down in wet pools of goo, strings of pussy juices ran between his hands and body, between his knees. Ms. Belmont’s vagina loomed before him like some towering altar, pulsing and flexing. Her lower ass-cheeks bulged as she rocked her hips in her seat. The nub of Ms. Belmont’s clitoris protruded far above, out of reach.

“Yesssss look. It’s someone you know!” Ms. Belmont said.

Chad turned to look up at a television screen that seemed to take up a section of sky beyond Ms. Belmont’s parted legs. On the screen he saw Selina. She was wearing some sort of skin-tight uniform - a kind of special matching leggings and halter-top combo with a familiar looking weapon in her hand. Selina stood towering over her fellow special forces platoon members. She was enormous, looking like she stood 9’0”, maybe more. Her body was thick and strong, womanly yet immensely powerful. Selina’s curves threatened to practically explode out of the tight blue uniform she wore. Chad wondered if she’d taken a hit of Voluptupram right before going into combat. The camera moved jerkily, carried by a reporter covering the conflict.

Chad saw a man in combat fatigues and a kevlar vest run up to Selina’s unit, screaming as he brandished a knife and hand-gun. Selina stepped forward and pointed her weapon at the man and fired. A bright red ray shot out of the gun and impacted the man, surrounding him in a a red aura. The camera zoomed in slightly on the man, shaking as the operator got into a safer position. Chad watched as the man immediately began to shrink, dwindling in size before Selina until he stood around 2’6” or so. His clothes fell away loosely around him as he stumbled and shrank, struggling to keep hold of his weapons.

Selina laughed and strode forward, stomping down on the man’s shoulder, shoving him backward, before stomping again and smashing her heel down over the man’s tiny bicep, forcing him to drop his knife. He squirmed and struggled under her boot as gunfire broke out. But Chad noticed the bullets seemed to be impacting some sort of invisible field in the air. Light blue ripples flickered around the squad of elite amazonian soldiers and the bullets slowly fell to the ground, harmless.

The camera-person swung around to capture the sight of men running from Selina’s group of soldiers. Selina began laughing and firing at any man she could see, missing some and hitting others. Even a partial hit seemed to shrink a man by as much as 6” in a second or two.

“Oh my gawwwwwwwd,” Ms. Belmont moaned. Chad turned his gaze back to her pussy in time to see a gush of viscous woman-cum flow out of Ms. Belmont’s slit as she rubbed her clitoris. It was too much. The slippery juices squirted over Chad, coating him in goo so that he was coughing and rubbing his eyes, feeling the sting of Ms. Belmont’s wetness. Her sex crept bigger.

She was growing.

Ms. Belmont’s wet finger tapped Chad on his back, connecting the fluid around his body with that on her digit, and suspending him in a droplet of pussy-juice. She lifted her middle finger slowly up to her face, looking at the tiny speck of Chad, held within the surface tension of a single drop of her juices. He was roughly the size of an ant.

“Look at you. You can’t please a woman or help Nexifem. You’re useless! Your services are no longer required,” Ms. Belmont boomed. “You’re fired.”

Lowering her hand, Ms. Belmont brought her finger to her pussy and parted her wet labia. Chad struggled inside the droplet, seeing the distorted shape of Ms. Belmont’s vagina dominate his field of view, his world. He was too small to escape the droplet, too small to do anything to stop what was about to happen. He kept thinking about Selina shooting fleeing men with a shrink-ray, even as Ms. Belmont’s vagina yawned open, ready to swallow him inside.

After all this time, this was his reward for working for Nexifem. He was fired just like all the others who had worked under Ms. Belmont. Chad screamed, his body permeated with pussy juices.

Just when Chad was certain Ms. Belmont was going to shove her finger deep, deep inside her vagina, she pressed the droplet against her clit hood, moaning in satisfaction as she felt Chad’s tiny form on her most sensitive place. Chad was partially suspended on the clit of his former boss, his frantic attempts to break through the surface tension of the droplet around him only seemed to please her more and more.

Ms. Belmont shivered in dark delight and smirked, before turning the volume on her television up.

“Nexifem representatives say they have an ideal DNA set with which they plan to help found a colony on Mars. The first female colonists will be experimenting with human cloning technology using techniques and materials they have been honing for nearly a decade. They are labelling their first genetic base the C.E.1 Version and say that it is named after a Nexifem employee who sacrificed a great deal in the service of the fempowerment and vulni-chic philosophies embraced early-on by the conglomerate’s corporate culture.

Chad screamed in horror as the droplet began to roll down Ms. Belmont’s clitoris, closer and closer to the dark pulsing entrance to her vagina. He was too small to get away, to stop this. He could see her sex flexing and wet, ready.

Ms. Belmont stroked her vulva gently with a finger on each side of her parted opening, shivering and moaning as her clit responded to Chad’s infinitesimal movements, to the pleasant tingle of his tiny struggles. She wondered if Chad could survive her vagina. Either way, R&D would want to know what she’d done.

She picked up her phone and bit her lip, trying to suppress her arousal. She needed to know if Christine wanted Chad put back in stasis. She hoped the answer would be no. There wasn’t much time left for the little bug-man, either way.

Chad felt the liquid around him get warmer and warmer as his fate hung, literally, suspended over a sexual abyss.