GITJ Post 432: Ribbon Cutting, p2

By the time we showed up at the entrance for the ribbon-cutting ceremony, it was already in progress. Melissa had come to gather me from my office where I’d hid, killing time and hoping to be forgotten in all the commotion. She’d ushered me out of our wing and into the new atrium, which, aside from the virtual walk-through, I hadn’t even seen yet. Even now, as we exited our area of the building and made our way to the main entrance, we were immediately met with a temporary corridor of sorts. A wall of black sheets was set up to block the view of the atrium. More sheets covered the glass entrance way,  which faced the outside parking lot, where the ribbon-cutting event was already happening. 

I tried my best to stumble after Melissa; my knees were still wobbly. Not three minutes ago I had been erupting in Melissa’s mouth. She’d bent my will to hers easily, hoping to calm my anxieties with a blowjob, and despite how loathe I was to be seen by the public in my shrunken state, here I was trying my best to keep up with her. 

Melissa and I stood by the front door, inside, with the busty blonde Kori from our “Communications Department”. She was waiting for a signal from someone, the right time to let us out and make our proper entrance. She and Melissa were giggling together, Kori still tingling after Bliss and in a better mood than in which I’d last seen her. Something about their giggling made me anxious and I couldn't help but pull one of the curtains back just a fraction, so I could nervously peek outside. I could see our staff from behind,  about four-dozen women all dressed in pink, right outside the door and seated in folding chairs. Like some sort of pink army they sat facing the parking lot, a podium set up between them and a crowd far bigger than a ribbon-cutting for a new set of medical offices should attract. There were at least three news crews, some gathered local dignitaries mingled in with our seated staff, and if I had to guess about two hundred onlookers. Everyone’s eyes were on a man - wow, that’s the Mayor - as he spoke to them from the podium. In the recent elections he’d been voted out of office in favor of his recently appointed female chief-of-police, who promised a new focus on law and order for the city. So, basically, he was currently a lame-duck mayor but they still wheeled him out for this sort of thing, in the closing  months of his final term. From behind the closed front doors of the entrance, I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, though it sounded laudatory. 

“Okay,” Kori announced, interrupting my reverie, settling herself, “it’s time to head out.”

“During the mayor’s speech?” I asked.

“That’s what they want.”

Who ‘they’ were, I didn’t know, but Kori had already opened the door for us. Melissa looked down at me, our eyes met in what was suddenly a charged, portentous moment, and she smiled. “You can do this,” she said, gently, to me. 

I nodded, and took what I hoped was a steeling breath. 

She stepped in front of me, out the door into the sun, and the crowd gasped.

The immediate impact of having such a visually stimulating entrant was immediately apparent. Cameras all swiveled from the Mayor to her. From the podium the Mayor himself had turned at the shoulder, stopped in his speech to see whatever the crowd had onto which apparently now become fixated, and his own jaw dropped. The throng itself had quieted, but when I stepped out behind her, following in the wake of her mighty, rolling hips, it began to buzz. Could they even see me back there, behind her huge hourglass as it casually strutted in long, elegant strides towards the front of the proceeding? If they did, they’d see a little man in rumpled pink scrubs, scurrying like a dog to keep pace.

In truth I trailed several of my small steps behind Melissa on purpose, a not-too-subtle and probably pointless strategy to obscure our height difference from the perspective of the crowd and its cameras. I was now even more conscious of our size disparity, and my face reddened under the scrutiny of the starstruck assembly. They did see me, I could tell, and they loved it. 

There were front-row spots reserved for us to stand near the podium, seats behind that, and a makeshift aisle splitting the group of our staff. We walked down it, me trailing behind, and were about halfway to where we needed to be when Melissa, sensing my retreat into the shadows of her stature, turned her head over her shoulder to look down at me. Her expression was a blend of compassion and firm resolve. She’d stopped, and reached out a hand for me to take.

I paused.

“Please, Jay,” she implored, in a voice that married tenderness and understanding with an unmistakable strength, "don't do this. Don’t hide behind me.”

My face trembled as I looked up at her. Cameras rolled. 

“I want everyone to see,” she continued, her voice stern but soft enough that only I and the few girls seated around us could hear. Still gentle, her demeanor, though it had a new authority to which I was not accustomed. She was here for a purpose, that was suddenly apparent, and growing into a new role. “Stand with me, for now, not behind me."

Her words to me were meant as a beacon, guiding me out of my insecurities, urging me to confront and cast aside the weight of an antiquated society’s expectations. Men don’t have to be taller than women, I told myself. In fact, what was becoming preferred was exactly the opposite. For as much as it chilled me, they wanted this. I could do this.

I took a deep breath, and then her hand, and she smiled again. She pulled me gently yet firmly by the arm to stand beside her. 

“Good boy,” she said. 

As we again stepped, now together, towards the front of the group and the eyes of the crowd, I felt a mix of embarrassment for myself and admiration for her. The woman I loved, I started to realize, possessed a character as formidable as her physical presence. In the eyes of the crowd she had already become much more than Missy Monroe, cute teen turned Hooters girl turned Office Manager of a failing medical practice. She was now something more, and on the cusp of becoming something even greater. I could sense it in her, the budding eagerness and anticipation of the new potentials, all now but inevitabilities, that she saw in herself. 

What the fuck was she going to become?

Her hand was huge around mine as she led me to our spots, the eyes of everyone including the still-stunned and literally speechless mayor. We were to stand in the front alongside some other city officials, executives from Evolution, and my ex-wife Sheryl - who met my gaze for a brief second with a crooked, satisfied smile. She loved seeing me like this. Our seats were behind us. We still held hands. 

It was not only the news teams now focused on Melissa and me and the more than two feet of height that separated us, but hundreds of camera phones as well. Everyone wanted a picture, and I was sure that this spectacle would be all over social media soon. I was doing my best to keep from shaking, and the awkward smile I was attempting must have looked bereft. Melissa’s giant right breast was just to my left, hovering over my head like a pink zeppelin as she stood stock-straight and strong, shoulders back, posing and projecting proudly for her public. They were cheering.  

I glanced up at her, her eyes glimmering with the megawatt smile she was granting the throng. She looked out at them, her chin tilting slightly up, and she waved. 

“Now, get in front of me,” Melissa directed, not taking her eyes off the crowd and the cameras. 

Her hands came to my shoulders, and without a fight I stepped to my left, to stand directly in front of her. In her heels she topped seven feet, while I barely cleared four-and-a-half. I must have looked tiny.

“Wave for them, sweetie,” she next instructed, starting a casual wave again herself with her right hand, her left still possessively on my left shoulder. I imitated her. Halfheated it must have looked, my wave, but new swells of cheers from the crowd came again, nonetheless. I felt so stupid. 

While she waved she began to shift from side to side ever so slightly causing her breasts to rub against the top of my head. This must be quite the sight, I found myself thinking, and then - in a moment of horrid realization - holy shit NO. 

I was starting to get hard again, in my thin scrub pants. 

“Hi Jay,” I suddenly heard, whispered in my left ear. It was Sheryl, my ex-wife and exultant owner of this whole facility, who’d been standing next to us and had now leaned down to speak into my left ear. Her purring voice made my cock surge even stronger. “You’re being so good…”

Holy shit I was going to get a boner in front of the world. 

“How do you like all the attention, hm?” she continued, her whisper deep. Did she know my predicament? Did she know - we were married for years, I’m sure she did - how much a woman’s voice in my ear turned me on? 

I closed my eyes, and tried to will it away. My god I’d just come, in Melissa’s mouth, less than ten minutes ago. This can’t be happening!

It was like I could hear the cameras, all now focused on my dick. And were those laughs, now, from the crowd? 

Sheryl’s mouth had left my ear, leaving me standing and shaking under the mountain range of Melissa’s bust, erection pushing I’m sure against the thigh of my scrubs. I felt Sheryl’s presence move away and I opened my eyes. She’d stepped up behind the mayor, who was preparing to continue his lame-duck speech from the podium, and had a hand on his shoulder.  She was whispering, now, in his ear and he began nodding, and then stepped back obsequiously from the stage. 

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for those words,” Sheryl now spoke, into the microphone which projected her assured voice out to the crowd as the man sank humbled to a seat behind her, “but we ladies will take it from here.”

Another round of cheers came from the crowd, whose assemblage was striking me more now as a combination political rally/religious gathering than the simple civic event it was arranged to be.

Or was this in the plans the whole time? The thought made me shudder, but as I looked to my left, and to my right, to all the faces standing up here in front of the crowd - they were all female. Sheryl, Melissa, the executives from Evolution, the team from the mayor’s office - they were all women. Even the empty nearby chair that I knew had been reserved for Olivia, who hadn’t made it back in time from her travels, it signaled another female presence. 

Sheryl was looking back, now, too, proudly seeing the same thing in the group of us. The smile she wore - she always had a  great smile when she deemed to use it - was pleased, gratified, and magnanimous. Her eyes found me, then, and she placed a hand over the microphone. 

“You too, Jay,” she told me, “Just women up here.”

For direction I looked up and back at Melissa.

“Why don’t you step back now, Jay,” Melissa told me gently, her hands squeezing my shoulders in support, “take a seat behind me.”

Before I knew it, I had joined the pink mass, seated in the front row of folding chairs, squashed in between Randi and Shanette. Despite being sidelined, I felt relieved being a few paces back away from the eyes of the cameras. I must look tiny, still, mushed between these two Amazons but at least now my erection would be easier to hi-

GAH

“Good job, hun,” Shanette purred with a smile into my ear, as her hand gripped my thigh and therefore my swollen boner.

My entire body spasmed, and I did all I could to control it and not slide from my seat. “nnnngh…!” I groaned, under my breath. Shanette no!! There’s cameras!!

With a giggle she released me, and I sat back and clamped my eyes shut again. Breathe, I told myself. I’d nearly just come in my pants, there in front of everyone. Hopefully everyone was watching Sheryl, or Melissa, or anyone else but me.

Sheryl had already begun addressing the crowd, thanking a litany of people whose names I didn’t know whose efforts were behind the creation of this state-of-the-art medical center. She lauded its capabilities, its dedication to the health and growth of women, and espoused its place in the new days of female strength that were dawning everywhere on Earth. In truth, my mind had begun to wander. I’d heard all this before, in one way or another. This was just Sheryl - and whoever she was representing, the obviously powerful group funding this whole thing - announcing it to the local viewing markets and, let’s not mince words, the world.

I’d started glancing around, at the others seated in the front row of us up here. Past Randi on my left, past some pharmaceutical representatives, was the mayor. He looked sweaty, overwrought…and he was staring directly at Melissa’s ass. 

She, alongside some other executives and female officials from the city, was still standing at attention in front of us. The mayor’s eyes - and I can’t blame him, it was glorious - were obviously glued to Melissa’s enormous, shapely rear end. Her long, tight, bodycon black skirt, slitted up the side to reveal one long, strikingly muscular leg, sheathed a lower body that was beyond curvy and approaching mind-blowing. It was only matched on this planet by the world-wonder of her upper torso which, thankfully for me at least, was turned from my view. By itself it was boggling, tremendous, and stuck out from her body, the swooped arch of her lower back, like a shelf. Huge, with a gravity all unto itself that held not only the Mayor’s eyes but now obviously mine too. Jesus it’s gigantic! I marveled, wondering if it alone would outweigh me now. Probably! The huge globes of it were massive mountains of muscle and I pictured if I were stand and try to stretch my arms out to embrace it I’d- 

“Dude remember: you're on camera,” Randi suddenly whispered in my left ear, “you’re staring right at her ass.”

Holy crap you’re right.

“S-s-sorry…” I muttered, my eyes already cast away, to the pavement.

In the meantime, Sheryl had just made some announcement that had brought a new wave of approval, and some cheers, from the crowd. She was speaking of the imminent grand opening of other Far Horizons facilities, much like this one, in the Midwest - and soon across the country. 

Wait did I know about this?? I don’t think I knew about this.

I listened, suddenly, with intent ears, but then Sheryl stopped in her speech.

“Oooo look!” she sang with a pleased smile in her voice, looking up now and over the crowd at a large luxury bus that had just pulled into the parking lot. She motioned to it with an outstretched hand. “Our new friends have arrived!”

It drove towards us, the bus, around the edge of the crowd and the mass of us watched as it pulled up to the curb, maybe fifty yards away.

“Speaking of growth, and development, and the expansion of Far Horizons, this is perfect timing,” Sheryl continued into the microphone, as the bus came to a full stop. Its brakes hissed as it settled. “I’m so glad we’re all here, and we have you to help us welcome our newest sisters, the newest part of the team…”

The door to the bus opened, and the first, high-heeled foot stepped out.

“Let’s give them a big cheer!”

The crowd began to clap, some again actually cheering, as they began to exit the bus. Women, one after the other, each looking out at the assembled herd and waving briefly. Each of them, I quickly noticed, was young. Each of them, I immediately realized, was tall. And they were all, one after the other after the other as they came off the bus and began to walk towards us, to join the pink army behind the podium, absolutely gorgeous. It was like a new wave of Amazons, tall and fit and holy cow all with figures that would rival my current curvy staff and maybe then some. All dressed nicely, of different skin colors and composures, some short of hair some with long flowing locks, brunette and blonde and redhead, but each a veritable bombshell in their own right. This is the new staff?!?! I immediately bemoaned, wide-eyed at the legion of beautiful women as they continued to come off the bus and group among us, standing behind and to the side of my current employees. The new offices, the new departments, I knew, required new staffing - clinical and otherwise. I’d heard they’d been hired en masse from out-of-town, somewhere on the West Coast where Evolution’s partners had headquarters. They were trained already, I’d been told, knowing exactly what they’d need to do, what their responsibilities would be - but did we need this many?!? Along with who we had here already they were…they were…they were a horde! 

As the new women assembled, they maybe spoke and whispered a bit amongst themselves but for the most part they were respectful of the proceedings, knowing that they had basically interrupted it. They had, though, suddenly become the main attraction, standing at attention now - probably about fifty of them - and quieting themselves mannerly, the last of them finally off the bus.

Sheryl had been speaking, welcoming them the whole time, and gradually the attention of the crowd went back to her. I looked at Melissa - and no, thank you very much, not just her ass - and saw how she gazed over at the new women. She seemed to stand even taller knowing that these were now her personnel, that she was now the leader of a female force to be reckoned with….and one that in size had just more than doubled.

I, for one, was shocked. I’d known it was coming, but suddenly to see all these women here was another thing altogether. A hundred of them, basically, each one more incredible of figure than the next. And me, now the size of a midget, dwarfed by each and every one. If there was 80 pounds of me (probably less…) than there was 15,000 pounds of woman (probably more…).

Good god.

Language.

Sorry.

I was pulled from my reverie when it was time, as Sheryl finally announced into the microphone, for the cutting-of-the-ribbon, something that they actually I guess did at these ribbon-cutting ceremonies. I then watched, maybe less enthusiastically than most, as she, along with the mayor and a couple executives from Evolution, walked back to the front doors into the building. Since we’d emerged and been standing/sitting here, someone had placed two temporary posts on either side of the doors, with a giant magenta ribbon stretching between them. There was just enough space for the dignitaries to stand behind it and pose for the onslaught of film crews and cameras that suddenly swarmed up to capture the ceremony. Some chairs had been pulled out of the way, more of the staff was on their feet, and someone had handed Sheryl a ridiculously enormous pair of novelty scissors. She laughed, addressing the cameras, and called out to Melissa, maybe twenty feet away:

“These are more your size, Melissa,” Sheryl joked (no joke), “Why don’t you come up here and do the honors?”

From my seat I turned and looked back at Melissa, who was now behind me. She was beaming, and had already taken her first step towards the assemblage.

On her walk up to the ribbon, she cast me down a quick glance - her million-dollar smile turning a touch more devilish for the briefest of seconds. On the cement walkway she had already made sure that with each step she would flex her leg muscles and drive her heels into the solid concrete with an audible <thud>. Even with the buzz of the crowd one could hear the sound of her thunderous heels being driven into the cement, and the extra sway in her hips punctuated each <slam!>. And, as she walked past me she <slammed!> her foot into the ground extra hard and actually caused my chair to jump. A giggle that was so quiet only I could hear it left her and she gave her hair a big toss.

My heart was pounding, and my eyes were on her rear end again.

When she’d reached the group behind the ribbon, shimmied herself in, with more giggles, to stand at their center, Sheryl handed the cartoonishly enormous scissors to her. With mock ceremony she accepted, and my ex-wife stepped aside. Sheryl had taken the microphone from the stand and now spoke into it for all the crowd to hear:

“Is everyone ready for their SHEvolution?” 

Among cheers, Melissa set the blades to the taut ribbon, and the crowd erupted anew. Everyone smiled for the cameras and she said her first words of the day to the throng and to her public. She closed the blades and as the ribbon snipped she called out, in a voice that boomed, seemed to shake the building and needed no microphone to be heard, seemingly to the ends of the earth:

“Welcome to Far Horizons Evolution Center!”

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thx to J2 for the image