Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“…is it not a grievous thing, that either ignorance, or a vain desire to please and to be commended, should be more powerful and effectual than true prudence?”

-“Meditations” (XVI), by Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antonius

Chad stood on his balcony looking down at the street. He was careful to emerge only after dusk, conscious of how his weirdly small stature might attract unwanted attention. Chad stood back from the railing, hoping to avoid the the eye-line of pedestrians below, but he wanted some fresh air and this was the best option short of actually ‘going out’.

Looking out on the the wider world, Chad was reminded that change was continuing beyond the safety and security of his home. Inside his apartment, the changes were all a matter of perception - Chad was smaller so everything was now bigger from his perspective. Outside his apartment, a new world order was taking shape.

For nearly half an hour Chad had watched pedestrians going by, cars arriving with passengers, and various delivery trucks or food couriers coming and going. Trends that had begun months ago were now more entrenched and established. Nearly all the deliveries were made by men in uniforms, who seemed to be in quite a hurry, driven by some expectation of promptness by their employers and customers. They weren’t necessarily small, but Chad noticed that none seemed especially robust either, as they walked quickly past carrying small boxes or bags.

In contrast, many of the women walking by or coming out of the building seemed to possess a certain confidence in their walk and posture. Perhaps his perception was coloured by the stature of the women he’d seen - most looked to be at least 5’10 or more in height. Chad felt grateful he was able to observe all this from above in the safety of his small private balcony. It seemed that the gap in height and physical size between men and women was disappearing. If enough women chose to take advantage of Voluptupram, even men who were not at all into the vulni-chic trend would find that they could no longer look down on most women they came across.

Chad’s mind flitted back to something Ms. Tait had said months ago over a snack in a Nexifem break-room. Even before he’d experienced any Adtenuo processes or shrinking, Chad had never been taller than 5’2”. He had always been a small man. It was a major part of why he’d been hired to Nexifem in the first place, as he’d quickly found out. Chad remembered how Ms. Tait had casually told him that he was "Symbolic of the future Nexifem wants to build”.

Chad never suspected how literal Ms. Tait’s words might be. How far did Nexifem intend to go with their vision of a ‘female-led future’? So far, most of the men Chad could see were normal enough, though more than a few seemed to closer to 5’8” or 5’6”. Was he imagining this distinction or was there more going on? There had obviously been an acceleration of men into service jobs and low-paid temporary work. Most of the women Chad had seen from his balcony were also wearing heels. Maybe that was affecting his perspective.

Chad picked up a cup of strong black tea he had left on a nearby table and took a sip. He held the large cup in both of his small hands - a new necessity. Chad reminded himself to look into purchasing smaller glasses and cups, perhaps some of those small handleless asian teacups. They would certainly fit his hands better. He watched a crow perch on a maple tree close to his balcony. Moments like this helped him feel normal, even if the railing of his balcony sat at eye-level, reminding him of his altered perspective.

That was when he saw Selina walking down the sidewalk across the street from his apartment building. There was no mistaking her. Despite not having seen Selina in the flesh since the fateful night at the Lazy Owl, Chad had not forgotten her imposing and curvaceous appearance.

And now she was even bigger.

Chad stepped backward from the railing of his balcony and clutched his warm teacup. He watched as Selina strode down the sidewalk in heels, her strong thighs carrying her swiftly along. Selina’s wavy mane of glossy black hair bounced in the setting sun as she walked. At one point she passed a male pedestrian, who barely came up to her breasts. The man was average in height, but he looked diminutive next to Selina as he stepped off the sidewalk onto the grass to get out of her way. She made no change in her pace or position in the sidewalk, clearly expecting the man to get out of her path. Chad tried to guess Selina’s height in the heels. She was clearly taller than 6’6” silhouette she’d had when Chad had first encountered her. The heels Selina had on weren’t even as extreme as the boots she’d worn at the pub. Chad felt a looming sense of nervous energy, considering how he might compare to such a woman.

Suddenly, Selina stopped under a cherry tree. She pulled out her phone and began to text on it. Her gaze turned toward Chad’s building and he felt himself pulling behind a corner of the balcony, afraid she might spot him looking down on her.

It had been several days since his first emergence from bed. Each day he had felt a bit better, more able to stomach ‘real’ food, better at maintaining his body core temperature, and less emotionally unstable. He’d held off on reaching out to the world, even to Kelly. Now he regretted his decision to wait so long. The sight of Selina brought reality crashing home to Chad - he was vulnerable. He was literally a ‘vulni-chic’ research project and he couldn’t deny that it made a difference in how he might be able to face up to certain women.

Chad’s phone chirped. He glanced at it with nervous worry. Selina was messaging him, and she was doing so from the sidewalk walk less than a block away.

“Are you home?” Selina’s message appeared on-screen. “I think I know which apartment you live in. Were your lights on last night? We should hang out vulni-boy. I know you have insider access to Voluptupram. I can’t find any at the drugstore because they keep selling out.”

Chad swallowed. He couldn’t ignore Selina’s texts forever. He thought carefully how he might reply, as he peeked out across the street. Selina had shifted her weight to one leg, and was looking her phone. Her tight black jeans seemed molded to her body and Chad couldn’t help but empathize with Hank. He’d been powerless in the face of Selina’s brash dominance and towering beauty.

Chad tapped out a short message, hoping it would buy him some time. “Hello. I am sorry, I have a girlfriend so it wouldn’t be right to hang out with you like that. I’ve already promised her the Voluptupram.” It was a half-truth, but Chad felt the statement was accurate enough in principle.

Selina replied quickly: “So you ARE home.”

Chad saw her gaze lift from her phone to his balcony and for the briefest second their eyes met. She’d spotted him. He pulled back behind the corner, but Chad heard Selina’s voice carry clearly across the street. “Hey Chad! I see you up there!”

“Fuck,” Chad whispered.

He heard Selina’s laughter. She sounded very amused. His phone chirped.

“I seeeeeee you. Come on, are you really that scared of me?”

Chad’s hands were sweating and he had to wipe them on his pants before he tapped out a response. “I’m still recovering from a business trip. I’m not scared, just taking time for myself.”

Selina’s laughter was closer now. She texted Chad back: “What a weak excuse. You can’t even wave to me from your balcony? You’re just as stuck-up as your friend Hank.”

Chad gritted his teeth. He pulled up Kelly’s contact and began to write a text to her: “Hey Kelly. I’m back! Please, I want to hang out but I’m nervous heading out from my place right now. When you see me, you’ll understand. My work trip took a lot out of me, and I missed you so much.”

Another text came from Selina while Chad was messaging Kelly. “I’m going to come up there if you don’t show yourself.”

Chad’s eyes widened. He slowly stepped out from the corner of his balcony and moved up against the railing. Selina had crossed the street and was standing below, looking up at him. The minute Chad appeared, he saw her mouth open in visible shock. Chad felt a brief moment of triumph at surprising such a confident and pushy woman.

The feeling was short-lived. Selina’s shocked expression shifted into one of pure elation. Her open mouthed smile was frightening. “Oh…my gawd,” Selina exclaimed. “You got even smaller. Hank wasn’t making it up!”

Chad shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. I mean I just look this way because—”

“Oh please,” Selina interjected. “I’m not blind. Look at you!”

Chad’s balcony was well above the level of the street, but not quite two floors above the outside ground. Chad had always wished he’d been able to rent a place on the top floor of his low-rise building, rather than the second floor. Now that desire was a desperate need. Selina’s stature meant that the top of her head wasn’t far below the level of his balcony, and Chad irrationally began to imagine her growing big enough to simply pluck him from his apartment like a toy.

Selina was clearly sizing up the situation as well. “Buzz me up,” she said.

“Wh…what?” Chad said. This couldn’t be happening.

“You heard me, vulni-boy,” Selina answered. “Buzz me up or I make a big scene and everyone will learn your little secret. I happen to know that you’re not supposed to tell anyone about what Nexifem has been up to, about how they’ve shrunk you down. Seriously, I can’t believe this is actually true.”

Chad felt his options narrowing. He knew he had no choice. “Don’t do that! My girlfriend—”

“Girlfriend?” Selina laughed. “Where is she? If I had a little vulni-boyfriend who was your size, I wouldn’t let him out of my sight. Buzz me up, now.”

The firmness of Selina’s lightly-accented voice was intimidating. Chad felt a rush of feelings inside him that had been firmly planted in his latest Adtenuo treatment. He swallowed down a heady mix of intimidation and an urge to appease. He surreptitiously pressed ‘send’ on his text message to Kelly, even as he replied to Selina. “Okay,” Chad said. “I need to go inside, before someone notices me."

“Good,” Selina said, before turning and walking off toward the building entrance. Chad leaned over to watch her for a moment, before ducking back inside and glancing at his phone, hoping Kelly would respond to his text very soon. He gulped down mounting anxiety and fear, as the sound of the lobby door buzzer chimed. Chad pressed the appropriate keys, after hesitating for a split-second. He didn’t dare provoke Selina. He knew she wasn’t lying when she said that she’d make a scene. He’d seen her texts to Hank, and what she was capable of.

Chad paced nervously, repeatedly looking at his phone. But it wasn’t long before the sound of knocking filled his apartment.

Selina had arrived.

Chad glanced back at the patio. He could try to run away, but that would only make things worse, and it was a big drop to the ground anyway. Instead, he unlocked his door and opened it gently several inches, peering out cautiously. As the door opened, Chad found himself eye-level with the tight zipper of a woman’s jeans. He was staring right into Selina’s crotch - not even level with it - into the bottom part of her crotch, where it curved inward between her thick thighs. Each thigh was thicker than Chad’s torso, with Selina’s hips hidden by the narrow opening of the doorway.

Selina’s high heel swiftly pushed into the opening of the doorway, bumping Chad’s shin aside as she planted it inside his apartment. She shifted her weight forward and her thigh shoved into the gap between the door and the frame, forcing the door open wider. Chad’s gaze lifted past Selina’s breasts to her haughty expression, framed in the black locks of her mane. She looked down at him with disdain and yet a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Hello little man. You barely reach my crotch!” Selina exclaimed, her voice carrying down the hall. “Let me in so I can get a better look at you.”

Chad had little choice. Selina simply pushed her way in, forcing the door open wider and causing Chad to stumble backward as she walked into his apartment. Selina casually shut the door behind her and put her hands on her hips, looking around. “I thought I’d be in here a long time ago. Most men would have begged for me to come over after the texts I sent you,” Selina said. “But it was worth the wait. This is like something from my kinkiest dreams come true. Even your apartment is small.”

Chad swallowed nervously, stepping back from the towering amazonian figure standing in his apartment. Selina’s head wasn’t far below the height of his ceiling, and her stunning presence made his humble abode appear inadequate - like some hobbit hole or rabbit den.

“You…you’ve thought of men like me before?” Chad asked, surprised by Selina’s words. He was desperate to stall for time, to avoid a situation like the video she’d sent him months ago of her invasion of Hank’s apartment. He needed to buy time until Kelly might be able to help him.

“Oh hell yes,” Selina nodded. “I’ve always been taller than other women, and even compared to many guys. I like being taller, bigger. The whole vulni-chic movement and fempowerment fad has given women like me permission to be more ourselves, to embrace our real urges. I still thought I’d have to tone it back though, and be ‘nice' to my boyfriends. But when I saw you at the Lazy Owl, it reminded me of all my weird teenage dreams. I used to imagine all boys being smaller than me - not just some. And now it feels like it’s coming true! I mean, look at you, you’ve shrunk even smaller than before!”

Selina stepped closer to Chad as she spoke, describing her long-held desires. Chad felt a swell of frustration, that the weird and perverted dreams of such a woman would be granted, that the world was now actually more aligned to Selina’s kinky preferences than his own ‘normal’ ones.

“But…but you know this isn’t natural. It’s part of a crazy experimental research program,” Chad protested. “I was small before too.”

“Not small enough,” Selina said. She bent over slightly, looking at Chad with intense scrutiny as they stood opposite each other in his living room. “I can see that now. This is better, and I could care less if it’s ‘natural’ or ‘normal’ or not. Fuck, I still want to get a bit taller.”

Chad smelt a distinct subtle aroma slowly filling his senses, somewhere underneath the shampoo and tanning lotion scents of Selina’s body. It was unique to Selina’s presence, but also familiar to his newly sensitive nose - the scent of a woman’s arousal, of her sex. It was hardly surprising in some way, since Selina’s zipper was practically molded to her pelvis, and at the same level as his face.

“But you’re already so tall,” Chad said. “I mean look at how high I come up to on you.”

This line of protest was a mistake. Selina’s rose up to her full height and peered down at him arrogantly. “I AM looking at how high you come up to on me,” she said.

Selina stepped forward and closed the distance between them, looming over Chad, her zippered-crotch filling his field of view. “Just up to my pussy,” she said with a cutting, bitchy tone.

The scent was stronger now, and Chad felt deeply intimidated. Nexifem’s machinations were undeniable. He struggled with a deep-seated sense of inferiority and inhaled with a shuddering gasp. Symbolism deepened in his mind, entrenching his perceptions and new feelings.

“Oh,” Chad managed to croak. “This…this is…”

“So fucking good. It’s true, what Hank told me then,” Selina continued, controlling the line of speech. “You basically agreed to get smaller, for your little corporate job at Nexifem, and they used the process to make Voluptupram, and that supplement made me even taller. In other words, you made me this way. You helped make me and other women bigger. You essentially made yourself crotch-height to me. So you want this as much as me, don’t you?”

Chad began to shake his head, desperately trying to deny Selina’s words, the truth in them as well as the unfair connections. Did he want this? It couldn’t be true. “N…no! No, that’s not fair. I didn’t know this would happen,” Chad protested. “I never thought I would be crotch-high to a woman!”

Selina laughed loudly at Chad’s protests with a tone of ecstatic pleasure. “Oh, look how emotional you’re getting! Did I come too close to the truth? Did my texts affect you more than you let on? I know how men think. I knew you perved to my pics, how you deny that you want to put your nose right here.”

Selina drew her index finger slowly up the length of her zipper. She then moved her hand behind Chad’s head and gripped his hair. “Now, see how much power I have, that you’ve given me,” Selina continued. “And you’re going to help me get even bigger."

“But I don’t have any Voluptupram here with me,” Chad stammered, feeling Selina’s grip pulling on his hair, pushing him slightly closer to her.

“But you can hook me up,” Selina said. “You work where it’s made. You told me that you get your pretend girlfriend special amounts.”

Chad swallowed as Selina pulled him in closer, his face nearly brushing her zipper. “Say it,” she commanded. “Say you’ll get me some more Voluptupram. It’s not just for me you know, but my chicas too.”

“Okay!” Chad answered, talking into Selina’s crotch. His hands were on her thick thighs, bracing against her grip in his hair. “I’ll get you some supplements. Just don’t tell anyone you know about this. It’s still top secret and we could get into big trouble.”

Selina’s voice came from above. “I will keep your little secret if you get me the Voluptupram,” she insisted.

Chad’s eyes widened as Selina began to lower her zipper with her free hand, revealing lacy black panties. A waft of healthy moist aroma hit Chad’s brain immediately as he was confronted with the sight of unlocked brass zipper teeth and the distinct shape of a woman’s thinly-covered sex.

“Wait, what are you—”

“You can’t possibly think I don’t want to see how this would work, do you?” Selina said. “Look at my panties, Chad, just like in the picture I sent you months ago, when you were too wimpy to take my offer.”

“I wasn’t wimpy, I told you I have—”

“A girlfriend. Oh, right. Who fucking cares? You little coward,” Selina said. “Now it’s in my hands and I think I’ll make the decisions for you. I decide that you should eat my pussy in a way no man has ever eaten a woman before.”

Chad began to tremble, feeling a mix of desire and reluctance. Selina was right. She was making the decision for him. As she pushed his face into the warm lace of her panties, Chad felt wetness percolate through the fabric onto his nose and cheeks. “Mmmm….” Selina moaned. “Your face’s shape is pushing my lips open. Oh my gawd…”

Selina hooked a thumb under her panty waistband and pushed it down with her jeans over her hips, exposing her trimmed pussy. She adjusted her grip on Chad’s hair, splaying her fingers out behind his head and pulled his face into her vulva, mashing his features against her swollen aroused sex. Chad felt Selina rock her hips against his head, and he gave in to urges inside him. Once he might have screamed or fought more, but now he simply began to lick, feeling a wave of submissiveness, something unexpected. He licked and lapped at Selina’s pussy folds as though this was entirely natural. No foreplay or flirtation had occurred other than Selina’s own lurid arousal at the comparison between his small form and her towering curves. Selina shuddered in response, as Chad’s attentive tongue sent tingles through her hips and up her spine. He was doing exactly what she wanted, too small to whine or blather about ‘normal roles’.

Chad felt Selina’s hand push harder, wedging his face into her wet sex, juices running down his jaw and neck. His smooth and softened features only helping to please her more as she humped his face. One of Chad’s hands meekly pawed at Selina’s thigh, even as he ate her out. Selina stood slightly on the toes of her heels and pushed her squelching labia down on to Chad’s nose, shoving her sex into his face aggressively, using him to get off as she held his head between her voluptuous silky inner thighs. The two contrasting figures stumbled around the room, and Selina’s ass smashed into a bookshelf, sending items falling across the floor. She kicked a lone book across the room, while her hand knocked Chad’s graduation picture off the wall. It cracked and tumbled to the floor while she found balance. Chad could hear Selina panting and moaning while he licked and nuzzled into her sex, giving into the maelstrom of female sexuality in his apartment.

Selina finally came, hard. Moaning loudly as her pussy flexed and squeezed on Chad’s face, gushing juices over his small features. Her clitoris mashed against his forehead. Chad felt her nearly fall down as she rested a hand on his shoulder, nearly collapsing his legs with her weight, before she released his head. Chad swayed back, his face glistening, looking up as Selina sucked on two fingers. She looked lost in a haze of pleasure.

Chad reached into his pants hand began to stroke himself, staring up at the towering amazon who stood over him. He couldn’t help himself, the hot guilt of betraying Kelly bubbling under an overwhelming urge to please the domineering Selina who filled his apartment with her presence.

Selina looked down at Chad, watching him stoke his cock. “That’s it,” she said. “Cum for me. Offer up a tribute to me. Your little cock can’t even reach my pussy. I have to use your cute face to get off, and fuck…it felt soooo good.”

Chad gasped and came quickly, his semen spurting out in hot jets, landing on Selina’s heels and dribbling over the floor.

Selina laughed breathily, watching the small man below her lose control. “I knew you wanted this,” she said. “You little slut. Being that size has helped you learn your role. Now fucking lick it up.”

Chad dropped to his hands and knees. Something deep in him unhinged, pushing him to be obedient before such bossy tones. He would never have done this so readily before, if at all. Nexifem’s experiments had definitely altered him. A small voice inside his mind screamed to stop, to remember who he was. But he ignored it for now, lapping his own semen up from Selina’s expensive shoe, swallowing down the vile salty goo quickly, trying not to think about it. He didn’t dare stand up to a woman this powerful. As he licked up the cum, Selina began to masturbate above him, her fingers sinking into her sex while she watched.

“If this is what making men smaller means, I am for it completely,” Selina said. She kept talking as Chad licked up the last of his cum. “I’m going to get even bigger, and you’re going to help me. In fact, you’re going to help all my chicas get stronger and taller, just like you help your bosses at your big important office tower.”

Chad moved to stand up, but Selina lifted her foot and pushed her high heel down on his shoulder, shoving him back to his knees. “No no, stay down there boy,” Selina chided.

“Now I know you kind of have another woman,” she continued. “And I bet you called someone when you knew I was coming up here, didn’t you?”

Chad nodded, his eyes lowered in shame - shame at himself and shame at his actions being so predictable.

“Fine,” Selina said. “But you’re not going to tell her, or whoever you texted, about what what’s happened here. Are you?”

Chad struggled with his emotions. Kelly was his girlfriend. He wanted to tell her everything, to seek her help, but telling her about this might destroy their fledgling relationship. He didn’t dare refuse Selina, but still he hesitated.

Selina’s heel pushed down on Chad’s shoulder, causing him to nearly fall backward. “Are you??” She repeated.

“No…no Selina,” Chad answered.

“Good,” Selina said. “Give me the key-code to your apartment and I’ll be on my way. I expect some Voluptupram very soon, or I’ll be back with a friend. I’m going to be back for more of your special little licks too. You’re the perfect height for me now and you can practice with me for when your girlfriend is my size. And if she finds out about us and dumps you, the practice will help you in your new life as MY boy…friend? Well, not my boyfriend, but just that - my boy.”

Selina laughed at this thought, even as Chad peered up at her in horror. A streak of wetness ran down Selina’s upper inner thigh, barely visible above her open jeans, pulled down just below her hips. Selina tugged her jeans and panties up snugly over her curves and zipped up. “Too bad you can’t help me clean up properly, but I have a house party to get to,” she said. “I’ll be back soon. Send me your apartment key-code, or I’ll be back later tonight - and I won’t be such in a good mood…or sober.”

“Yes,” Chad said. His voice sounded meek even in his own ears. “Please, I just want to do what makes you want. Don’t get angry like with Hank.”

Selina lowered her foot to the floor and smiled. “Perfect, that’s a very good attitude. You can stand up now,” she said.

Chad rose to his feet, momentarily surprised all over again as he was reminded once more of his true size. Selina patted Chad on the head. “You can be trained, unlike your idiot friend. Clearly he should have been shrunken down as well, for his own good,” Selina said. “This just proves how awesome that shrinking technology will be.”

Chad blushed, knowing how he’d betrayed his one male friend at Nexifem. “I guess…” he said, not daring to directly counter Selina’s words.

Selina’s hand shifted to Chad’s cheek and she used her thumb to smear some of the drying juices on his face further into his soft skin, then lifted her hand and licked her thumb provocatively. “Mmm…yes, you’re starting to see?” Selina said. “You’re going to help me. You want to help me. I know you do. You’re becoming a much better man…well, a better male.”

Selina smiled and opened Chad’s door, exiting promptly. Her words lingered in Chad’s mind, the echo of phrases he’d heard from Ms. Everhart and Ms. Belmont. Chad picked up his phone. There was still no message from Kelly. Selina had been at his apartment for less than two hours, and yet his whole world had changed. He felt trapped, unable to seek help from his girlfriend for fear of Selina telling the world of the Adtenuo experiments, and deeper fear of Kelly dumping him for being with another woman. Chad was hemmed in by secrets and contracts, urges and anxieties.

He tapped out his apartment key-code and sent it to Selina.

“So prompt!” She replied. “Good boy. Much better than the way you treated me before.”

Chad scrolled up to the pictures she’d sent him of her breasts, feeling his member stiffen again. Suddenly, the residue of cunnilingus on his body, the scent of it, seemed like evidence - a sticky reminder of his utility in a woman’s world. Chad dropped his phone to the sofa and walked toward his shower, shedding his clothes as he went. He needed to get clean. But even as he felt the water hit his skin, the image of Selina’s sex loomed in his mind, flashes of camel toe, zipper, and naked pussy lips. Chad gripped his swelling member and masturbated in the shower, cumming again and again to the memory and images in his mind. His sex drive seemed to have been ramped up and re-programmed.

The realization washed over him just like the hot water of the shower. He had liked eating Selina’s pussy as she towered over him. Chad felt peculiar submissive urges welling up, threatening to overwhelm his old persona. Was Selina right? Was Ms. Everhart a genius? Could he trust his own desires?

Chad wondered where Kelly was.

He lathered himself up again. He needed to get clean…