GITJ Post 287: A Date at the Movies, p3 (BOOMfood)

“You’ll have to haha put him in diapers for real if he keeps doing this, Missy.”

<giggles>

huh..?

“Yeah the poor thing isn’t potty trained any more!”

<more laughing>

where am I..?

The doctor, a board-certified gerontologist and recent divorcee, began to stir awake. Laying in a booth of bright red pleather, his head on a plush, womanly lap which he immediately knew was that of his new Office Manager, he heard the voices of not only her but several other employees of his. There was also something softly bulky strapped around his waist and hips.

“Well, I can’t stay forever,” said a smoky, female voice he identified easily as Randi Mongillo’s, who worked at his scheduling desk and managed the office’s social media, “I think I finally outgrew this bra tonight. It’s killing me. When are the new ones for us all coming in?”

He squinted against the overhead lights.

“Oh haha I don’t know,” answered Melissa Monroe, indeed the woman in whose now-bare lap he’d apparently been sleeping. Her hand, he felt now, was idly playing itself through his thick hair, “it might be a couple weeks?”

“We’re going to need them quick if you two keep this up!” added who he thought was Josie Jensen, one of his new medical assistants.

“Or if I drink any more of this shake!” quipped Shanette Stevens, over whose lap he now felt his legs and lower body rested.  What was wrapped around his hips?

“They’re so good though!” he heard Stephanie’s voice remark; from his low vantage she sounded like she was sitting across the table, “I don’t know how Bessie’s not five hundred pounds, working here.”

Roused a bit more by his curiosity, and only now starting to remember what had happened earlier this evening at the movie theater, Dr. J began to slowly raise himself up. Where the hell was he?

“Ooooo look who’s awake!” cooed Shanette, immediately shifting herself a bit to allow him to move.

“Oh hi sweetie!” sang Melissa, whose strong arm he felt now come behind him and helping him start to sit up between she and Shanette on the booth’s faux leather bench, “Did you have a nice nap?”

Nap? Oh, jeez, yes… he thought, recalling in a sudden rush of shame how he’d been made to explode in his pants in the theater. He must be a mess of-

“You missed the best parts of the movie!” laughed Josie, who - as he was raised up a bit more -  he now saw was sitting across the table from he and Shanette, squeezed in between Randi and the pretty blonde gym-bunny Stephanie. As she addressed him, he looked around, trying to get his bearings. They were all in some sort of restaurant, brightly lit, furnished and accessorized to look like some retro malt-shop soda-fountain thing.  “She-Hulk got so huge and had this crazy fight with Giant Black Widow before-“

“Hey no spoilers!” called Lakshmi, over her shoulder, “He may want to watch it himself!”

He saw that she had just stepped by their table holding some sort of tall milkshake or smoothie, and was taking a seat on a stool pulled up to a counter along a white, subway-tiled wall with several other girls from the office. He couldn’t help but watch her sit. Good lord look at that, how her ass spreads, how far the seat sinks down and bounces...this is Lakshmi? Amazing…

Still in half-stupor, as he mindlessly marveled at Lakshmi’s rear, Melissa and Shanette continued to help him sit, pivoting his body towards the table. He was coming slowly back to reality, noticing how each girl had their own smoothie in a tall plastic cups, and remembered how he’d borrowed Lakshmi’s hoodie for warmth. She wasn’t wearing it, here. Was it, maybe, what he felt around his wais- ?

“Oh god!” he suddenly blurted, when he finally looked down to see that he’d been wrapped, around his hips and waist, with Lakshmi’s thick white sweatshirt. And not just tied casually around him - it had been put on him like a diaper!! Over his pants, yes, but pulled up around his crotch, secured and looped around his groin, hips, covering some of his upper thighs. It did! It totally looked like a diaper!! “What do you d-?!?” He flushed, blood rushing to his face and head, and in his panic immediately started to try to undo the thing.

“Nuh-uh-uh…!” Melissa quickly stopped him, her hands - and those of her friend Shanette sitting at the end of the booth to his left - grabbing his, gently pulling them away. They didn’t want him to mess with their handiwork. “Shhhhhshhhshhh… we had to,” she continued, “You made such a mess in your khakis. I had to be able to carry you out of the theater without anyone seeing.”

“B-b-but…like this?!?” he stammered, aghast.

“Like what,” Randi snickered, “Like a diaper? What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s humiliating is whAT it is!” he whined, his voice cracking as it tended to do these days, especially when upset. The girls - Shanette and Melissa - still had grasp of his hands, and were now embracing his arms, scooching in to sandwich him.

“Awww but it looks cute on you..!” Josie giggled, leaning in towards him to flaunt a healthy display of cleavage, gently laying her breasts on the table, striking him with the challenge of eye contact.

“Diaper for the little baby-man…” cooed Shanette, turning a bit in her seat to squish and squeeze his thin arm between her big boobs, squashing them around it and then giggling down into his ear. Her coconut scent was strong and sweet, and calmed the protest he was just ready to voice.

“Awww…” returned Stephanie, across from him and to the left, having heard Shanette belittle him without complaint and so diving in herself with a smile on her dimpled cheeks and a filling breath for her shapely chest, “…little man.” She cocked her head, watching for his reaction. He had none, really, no retort. He was cowed, she could see, lost and minimized amidst this strong group of pretty women. It was so cool; this was their boss, and they had him nervous and embarrassed like a little boy, a helpless simp.

“Ooo look at you blushing,” Shanette purred to him.

“Your brain really stops working when we wear revealing clothes, doesn’t it?” Randi quipped, now leaning in herself a presenting her own not-to-be ignored rack. She’d buttoned her black silk top up a bit earlier as the night had become crisp, but to draw his eye she now undid one, then two. “Missy I think you’re getting to be the smart one in this relationship for a change.”

To that Melissa giggled, and felt herself pull in towards him. While Shanette had his skinny little arm between her large breasts, Melissa’s chest seemed to consume his entire shoulder, her cleavage overwhelming his whole right side. “Oh, Randi, be nice,” she finally retorted, “or one of us might fire you.”

“Oh he wouldn’t do that, now, would he?” Stephanie teased, pushing a lock of long blond hair away from the open neckline of her pink spandex top when his eyes drifted to her. She took a sip of her smoothie.

“You two love us too much for that,” Randi confidently jeered.

“We really do..!” Melissa laughed, agreeing. Part of her actually felt a little bad for him, watching the girls play-bully him like this. She cared for him, so much, and could tell he was squirming with the ignominy of their relentless teasing, the poor thing. But she was caught up in it, too: it was just so exciting! Treating boys like this was thrilling, watching them be so helpless. It was only dimly, though, that she realized this about herself, how she acted and even thought a little differently when her friends were around. She was not as protective of him and his feelings as maybe she should be, she was more aggressively dominant. Like, at the movie. What had come over her, jerking him off in his pants right there, in the middle of everyone? She knew that would be humiliating to him, but she felt she was just being playful, and it felt so good to be able to toy with him like that. What she didn’t completely realize was that there was a pheromone feedback loop already deeply connecting her and the other girls. Yes, hers may be affecting them, changing them in actual physical ways, some quite strange…but theirs had their own effects on her, too, making her act and think in ways she otherwise might not. Making her want to, haha, dominate him like the shrunken little subby simp he was becoming for her. Ah it made her need to cross her big legs under the table, just the thought of it!

Yes, she wanted to be the boss, she wanted women to run things. It was - as everyone was saying - their turn. He’d get used to it, he would. And, in the end, she knew she needed to be a good girlfriend for him. It would take him some time, but she could make it so nice.

“Don’t worry,” she cooed, her affection for him bubbling up inside her womanly chest as she took his chin in her right hand and tilted his face and eyes up to meet hers, “I’ll take you home soon and clean you up.” At that she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, causing all the girls around her to squeal in delight and his toes to curl anew, his lids fluttering closed. The kiss was full of both promise and the strawberry taste of her own milkshake, her voice soft and syrupy and disguising still just how exciting this was, watching her little boss-man beau, her heartthrob, be utterly surrounded by her friends. They were, all of them in the booth, leaned into him, encompassing him, with him in the little makeshift diaper they’d put him in. He looked so helpless, so adorable! And when she broke their kiss his eyes opened and looked plaintively up into hers. Omigoddddd…she wanted him again!

“Oh, hey Dr. J, you’re awake. Welcome to BOOMfood..!” they both heard, to their left. He saw Melissa’s eyes look up and she smiled. He turned to see standing at their table one of his new young employees, dressed as a…waitress? Thin, shapely, long brown hair. Simple  girl-next-door gorgeous. Bessie, right? But…what?? What’s she doing here? He blinked, confused, his mouth agape as he was still recovering from Melissa’s devastating kiss.

“Like the uniform?” Bessie giggled down to him, doing a quick pirouette to flaunt her sky blue retro diner-style waitress outfit, short of skirt to show off comely legs, holding a small tablet. “I work here on weekends, still,” she said, beamingly, “it’s fun. And my mom’s a manager.”

“oh…h-hi Bessie,” he finally managed. Had she said ‘BOOMfood’? Is that where they were? He’d heard of the place, vaguely; the girls at work had mentioned it before. A smoothie bar the ladies liked, right?

“You have Bessie to thank for getting you in here,” Randi began, as she pulled her tall drink towards herself and took a long draw through the straw.

“Yeah usually no boys allowed,” Josie nodded. Indeed, looking around - though the place was busy - his was the only male face in the joint.

“But you were passed out…”

“…and Missy was carrying you…”

“…you really did look cute.”

He knew there were more and more businesses like this these days - restaurants, gyms, shopping centers, banks - that catered to a solely female clientele. It made sense, he figured, if women felt more comfortable sometimes just among their own. It was a trend, and BOOMfood was certainly popular. A franchise, he gathered, as he’d heard there were others popping up across the country. He couldn’t help but suddenly feel even more out of place, as he looked around at the various groups of females. There many like their own, young women hanging out in booths and along the counters that lined the walls. Friends on a Saturday night, a group over there that looked like they just came from the gym. Had they, any of the women in the place, noticed him?

“So, can I get you guys anything more? Some refills?” Bessie asked, glancing around at the partly- or half-full smoothie cups on the table.

Only Melissa’s was empty. “Yes!!” she exclaimed, pulling the sole menu on the table away from Josie and towards herself and Dr. J. “What one should I get next?” She directed his attention to the glossy laminated list of BOOMfood’s offerings, of which there were but a few, a simple menu. No food, only smoothies. “Should I get another one of these?” she asked him, pointing a long, elegant finger at the first item on the list.

“The She-Hulk: Get Bigger than Him! Protein to the Max!”

There it was, ‘She-Hulk’ again. He wanly chuckled, but then his brow furrowed as he began to read over the menu, its descriptions.

“Oh, don’t worry, Dr. J,” came Bessie’s words of assurance, “They’re full of good stuff for ladies.”

“Is this all…legal?” he asked, voice suddenly laden with concern as he read through the ingredients in what all these women around him were obviously drinking. The girls across the table had begun to chat a bit amongst themselves.

“Oh for sure don’t worry it’s all legal,” Bessie explained, chipper, “It’s just natural supplements, vitamins, enzymes, hormone enhancers…”

Melissa continued reviewing her choices. Such decisions! “Maybe I should get ‘iCute - IQ Enhancer: Because Brains are Hot!’ Mmm, blueberries. Or….ooooo, haha! Maybe you’d like it if I got this one…

“The MILFshake - Ooooo Gaga…! Become Everything Your Good Boy Needs!”

Yikes, he thought, listen to some of these ingredients…Alfalfa, Milk Thistle, Fennel. To him, a trained physician, it sounded like malarkey. But if he’d paid attention in the lectures in med school about natural supplements, he’d know a little bit about the use of these herbs as galactagogues.

“What’s ‘Shatavari Root’?” Melissa asked, getting a shrug from both the doctor sitting next to her and their young waitress.

“I dunno but it’s really good,” Shanette beamed, “you should totally get the MILF-shake, Missy!”

He continued to read the ingredient list, softly and mostly to himself: “Fennel, Fenugreek, Pueraria mirifica…” It was a long list, and a quick search would find many of them listed as xenoestrogens or domperidone analogs. He, spoke with concern, feeling his voice being ignored. “Dong-quai, meta-zearalenone..?”

Bessie, at least, was paying attention. “Yes! All really healthy, natural stuff. Totally organic,” she lauded, as Stephanie across the table was finishing up her ‘She-Hulk’ with extra branched-chain amino acids smoothie and ordering another. “But my mom says that soon, after the election and when laws get relaxed, they hope to be able to add more, like, special ingredients.”

“Is there anything he can have?” Melissa asked, finally looking up from the menu, “And yeah I’ll have the MILFshake.”

“uhhhh…” he began, surprised and not necessarily confident he wanted anything, “I’m, uh, probably n-“

Bessie wrinkled her brow, prettily, and talked right over him. “The only one they’ll let him get isn’t listed there. It’s only on the takeout menu,” she explained, “But I can get one made up for him. It’s a veggie energy shot for men. It’s got kale, ginkgo, red gins-“

“He’ll take a double…” Randi ordered, dryly.

Before he knew it, Bessie was back with a tray of new “BOOMfood”. His, small and green in a little 6-oz plastic cup, was dwarfed by the extra-large large shakes and smoothies the girls had ordered. While Bessie was away they’d all quickly finished whatever was left of their first drink, and were now eagerly sucking their ways into their second. He marveled a bit at how much these young women could put away; little did he know their bodies were all craving sustenance after their newest post-carnal growth spurt of two hours ago, in the theater. These smoothies, full of protein and calories, were like lifeblood to them, fueling growth, building muscle and fat.

His drink, on the other hand, looked meager, and was placed unceremoniously before him, a small thing, no straw.

“You do it like a shot,” Bessie explained, seeing the distaste on his face.

“C’mon, sweetie, it’s probably really good,” Melissa urged, as already he felt his hand reaching for it. A shot, huh? Randi had jokingly ordered him a double, and it looked too big to take in one swig. This would require some gulping.

“Alright here goes,” he announced, picking up his drink and sloshing as much of it as he could in. As the girls watched, sucking happily on their straws, his mouth was filled with a slimy, slightly salty but somehow sweet…he seemed to recognize that bite…bitterness. He held it in his out-pouched cheeks, and looked down into his cup. He’d taken maybe just-over half of it.

“Time for you to swallow, precious,” cooed Shanette from above.

His eyes were watering a bit, looking up at her. Okay here goes…

<Gulp>

Yuck.

His eyes watered more, and he regarded again the remaining green sludge in his cup. “What do they call this thing?” he asked Bessie, “Does it have a name?”

“Oh, uh, like I said, it’s just listed on the take-out menu…” she said, casually, having started to clear away the old, empty cups, “...it’s called ‘Boner Alert’.”

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Thx to H.G .Wells for the ‘Boomfood’ term; I know it’s been used in other GTS stories before; just thought it fit here nicely.