GITJ Post 425: The Big Day, p3

Melissa Monroe and her new-ish boss and even newer lover were in her office. She’d just given him his new phone, compliments of her generosity, and had explained some of its, uh, unique features. It was, yes, she had to admit, a little bit like a super-fancy baby monitor, but in this day and age one couldn’t be too careful with one's shrinking boyfriend.

Said boyfriend was currently looking at his email, a delightfully concerned look on his face. He was still pinned beneath her, as she straddled him on her nice couch of comfy white leather. He was easy to keep in place like this, when she wanted.

“M-Melissa, I don’t understand…” he began, those brows still all knotted-up like a confused little boy’s, “some of these emails are, like, grayed-out, I can’t open them. Some I can open but it won’t let me reply…”

“Yes, sweetie, that’s what it does,” she started, gently explaining what the phone’s AI would do in filtering his email, what it would allow, “it flags some for my review before you can read them, it lets you see others but not reply until we talk about it. We set up the computer in your office to do the same thing…” 

“For real?” he answered, obviously disquieted but, she noticed, not putting up any real argument.

She could see that he didn’t love the sound of all this, and she hadn't even mentioned that there are some filters that won't let you see some emails at all. She looked down at his phone screen, tilting it down towards herself with one finger. “But, hey, look, there’s one from BOOMfood, a coupon for a free smoothie. It let you into that one no problem.”

“I dunno, Melissa, this seems pretty…” his voice trailed off weakly, as he looked at his meager inbox again.

She was confident that he’d finally get used to it, this new arrangement they had for his communications with the outside world. I haven’t even touched on how it’s also filtering his texts, or phone calls, or internet, she mused. His head was spinning, he would need a little more explanation, she could tell; at the very least he deserved a little of that. “We need to make sure no one else is trying to get to you,” she told him, “like those nasty little lawyers.”

He remembered those three guys; just a few days ago they had accosted them all out of the blue. They’d come with writs and warrants and were looking to take him into their own custody. He wasn’t clear as to what was going on with that, or how Sheryl was handling it with her team of attorneys. “Yeah did anything ever happen with them?”

Melissa had to fight back a smile, and was surprised herself with how delighted she felt. Something certainly happened to them. Marisela or…what did they call her in the press? Oh yeah. The Harpy had happened to them. 

“We’re dealing with them,” she answered coyly, petting his cheek tenderly as he continued to scroll through his emails, some of what he’d missed over the course of the past week. 

“So okay, bad lawyers. Girls asking for, uh, DPs. I get it, I don’t need to see those,” he posited, “But what happens to the ones it flags but that I should see? The ones I really need to respond to?”

“Don't you worry about that,” Melissa responded as she gently played with his hair, “We can get them to you if necessary.” She was trying her best to sound smart, and patient, and in control, like she knew about this tech stuff. “We can always talk about it if we need to.”

“M-Melissa, I feel like you’re treating me like a child,” he finally admitted.

Oh stop saying that, she shivered, or I may really start to mommy you. “Honey, don’t say that,” she offered, leaning in so that her hot breath was blowing in his ear. “You know we’re doing this for your own good. Your safety.”

He shuddered; the wind of her words making his toes curl. He needed to focus, though, and understand what was happening with this phone. “O-okay fine but…what about this one,” he challenged, turning the phone so she could look at it, pointing to an email from yesterday, “It’s one from the state medical society. It’s grayed out. I need to read it.”

“Fine, that’s okay, it’s okay baby, see,” she replied, responding by pulling her own phone out from her bosom. A few swipes and she was in his email account, and had approved the message in question. “Easy.”

Immediately it lit up and became accessible on his screen, allowing him to read it. Melissa already knew what it said, and she couldn't help but feel a little bad as she fought back the urge to smile.

He stared at the screen in disbelief. He was upset; she knew he would be. She resisted layering out a new wave of pheromones, a placating blanket of what the girls at Evolution would call 0001.55.6022.cd. There were things, though, she knew, that he should experience the full brunt of, and learn from them, learn to accept what was changing with open eyes. It would make it easier, sure, if she did mollify him with her perfumes, but it was so much better in the long run if once in a while he felt the full wallop of these emotions - sadness, confusion, helplessness, even a little fear -  from time to time. He should work through them; she would be right there to help. 

The email was from the state association of medicine, and it wasn’t good news. For him at least.

“They’re k-k-KICking me out!” he stammered, his voice cracking in the adorable way it had been recently. He was aghast. Obviously this meant something to him, whatever this club of doctors was. She knew he’d already been let go from the attending staff at the hospital, and that had upset him too. This was just another step. She knew he’d be even more worried if he also knew how much danger he was in of losing his medical license. No need to talk about that right now.

Melissa listened carefully as he explained the state association’s reasons to her, and she did her best to look surprised and attentive. She and the girls had read through the email already and it was clear, at least to them, that it wasn’t just him, but many of the male doctors in the state whose memberships were being reviewed by the new, nearly all-female board. “Believe me, you don’t need them, you´ll be better without them,” Melissa offered in comfort, seeing how she could use this as an exercise, something to help him and help them get a little bit closer, “No one understands. No one cares. No one but me and the girls. We’re the only ones who really care about your situation, honey, you know that. If you ask me, you should be with those who care for you...”

He looked up from his new Bebihon phone, his adorably cute lip quivering. He looked like he might cry.

This is exactly what I wanted. 

“...and I care for you.”

His reaction was building. It would be raw, she knew, but that could be good. she She could nearly see his emotions coiling up, getting ready to lash out, and she felt ready for it.

“Are you the kind of woman that likes losers??” he groaned, in a stifled sob as he tried to hold himself together.

“Oh, you’re not a loser!” she immediately replied, a little taken aback by the leap he’d made. He’d just been kicked out of a little club, that’s all. It wasn't really a big deal, was it? She also felt a little shocked by the affront - Me? Dating a loser? Don’t be silly! - but she stopped herself, sensitive to his state of mind. “I love you!”

“But…but…what’s h-HAppening to me?!” His voice broke as he half-raved, “I used to be cool, I used to be respected, and good at my job. But now…now…” He was searching for the right words, something to grasp onto, and he was looking up at her, towering over him in her strength and splendor. The light behind her cast a shimmering halo through her luxurious hair drawing him into her caring eyes. “I’’m becoming so…so inferior!”

Oh my, she shuddered, watch what you’re saying. Talk like that could get you molested.  “Inferior?” she replied, reaching out now with both hands to cup his face, “C’mon baby, shushhh. Yes, you may be inferior to some of us, but you’re not inferior to other men! In fact, you’re the best! You’re perfect, you’re the vulni hunk that every girl wants.”

The thought excited her. She’d grown so big, and him so small - and not just physically. It was true; they were becoming this new world’s perfect couple, the ideal. A man changing into something so needy, something utterly dependent on his wi…ooo haha Missy, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He was everything she could ever want, and shrinking into something even more so every day. 

”I knew people on the board. How could they do that to me?”

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes. He’s still on that?

“Poor Jay,” she purred, “no one but us seems to care enough about you…” She was feeling it, the hormone monster inside her starting to grumble, smelling all the delicious flavors of male weakness and needy submissiveness coming from him. It’d need something soon. Her hand, her large hand was on the back of his neck, and it took quite a bit to not pull him in, to embosom him again. She reined it in but allowed her fingers to gently to caress him as she kept him in place…while kindling the embers growing inside her into cooking flames; she was growing hungry, and just about ready to eat. “All those people out there, people that were supposed to be your friends. And not a single soul seems to care. No one, but me…”

“That´s… that´s not quite… true,” he said, trying to justify things, turn this conversation somewhere else. But…what if she’s right?

“Are you sure, honey? Because, so far, I´ve never heard you tell me about a single one of your friends. You never mention anyone who cares about you. In fact, no one ever calls you, texts you, reaches out. Not a friend, not a relative, no one…” 

Wait. There’s Rich, he remembered, on a desperate attempt to prove to himself that things have not gotten that bad. Rich was an old work buddy, a colleague really, that he’d see at the conference from year-to-year. Rich reached out to me just this Wednesday. If only to protect his own fragile ego he was about to speak up, tell her about him, but then he hesitated. Maybe they didn’t see his email. Maybe they didn’t need to know, for now.  

“Poor Jay….”

He was unsure if it was the tone of her voice, the sweet perfumes coming from her skin, or the softly overwhelming weight of her body, but she´d got him thinking…this was all sort of true. Most of his ‘friends’, when he was married, were his wife Sheryl’s friends - and that chapter of life was certainly over. Would they even recognize him now? Or care? His own family was, well, basically nonexistent, and the few distant relatives he did have he’d allowed himself to drift away from over the years. 

The only person he really talked to, whether about his joys or his sorrows, was her. Melissa. The only one he looked for when he needed comfort was her. Melissa. The only person he really wanted to be around was her. Melissa. Well, Melissa, and to a lesser extent, her friends…she’d like him to call them family. They did, he had to admit, provide him comfort. They offered him their ears, their time and their, uh…company, whenever he needed it. If he came to think about it, he was lonely before Melissa had come into his life. She loved him, now. They all seemed to. And they seemed to love how he was-

“Getting so small…”

The shrinking. Yes, the shrinking. He was still unsure what it was all about, and knew he should be more worried, but he wasn't. Was there even a reason for it? He didn’t understand but being around Melissa made him less concerned. She was supportive, she was there with him as he was-

“Getting so dependent on me…”

That made his heart flutter. He looked up at her, and saw a familiar gleam in her eye. She had appetites, and they were stirring. Though it excited her to give him the gift, this wasn’t just about the new phone, he could tell. There was something else going on. 

“S-so, uh, thank you again for the phone,” he said, clicking it off and handing it to her when she offered an outstretched hand to take it. The sight made him shiver. It looks so small in her hand. “Was that it?”

“No, now that you mention it,” she purred, as she reached to her side to place both their phones on a side table, her large one atop his tiny one. Small white lights on the side of each began to blink in unison, like they were communicating to one another. “I also have some news. I’m getting a promotion. A big one.”

She saw how this made him react. He froze, his eyes stopped moving. Thoughts and emotions ceased for a second, and then slowly came back to him. 

When it returned his voice, she noticed, was smaller than ever. “a-a promotion..?”

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thnks to RiF, editor