Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“She would sift the generations of men through her sieve, and see if she couldn’t find one who would do.”

-“Lady Chatterley’s Lover”, by D. H. Lawrence

Distress clawed at Chad’s consciousness while his environment sloshed and drained. After so long spent in a half-conscious timeless state, his mind reeled at the sudden jarring change. He felt his body getting sucked downward with the warm fluid around him, before he was spat out onto cold metal grating. Chad’s eyes remained half-closed against the terrible brightness of the outside world. The protective gelatinous blue fluid that had ensconced him for so long was draining away, sloughing off and running downward in viscous trails.

Chad was freezing.

His teeth chattered as he squinted against the light. He tired to understand where he was, what was happening.

A woman’s voice came from somewhere above. “…was inside far longer than we thought would be necessary.”

“Well, that’s why we do these tests,” another woman answered. Chad knew this voice. “He may have been in for longer, but it was still worth it. We were able to keep the extraction process going the whole time. Voluptupram production is above projected yields, not to mention we’ve moved ahead with several new compounds and products.”

It was Ms. Everhart. Chad’s mind began to stabilize. What were they talking about? How long had he been inside the warm liquid place?

“Just look at him,” another woman remarked. “His skin is so smooth and nice - kind of doll-like but not exactly. Not creepy like that. He’s definitely a lot smaller!”

Chad tried to push himself up, to sit up. He felt nauseous and cold. The metal grating under him was rougher against his hands than he expected. He felt mounting anxiety at the trickling perception of a world now more hostile to him, made bigger in comparison to his form. He remembered. They had wanted to shrink him. They had said he needed to become smaller.

“He’s awake!” A woman said. “Should I help him up?”

“Not yet,” Ms. Everhart’s voice came from closer by.“Let’s see if he can do it himself.”

Chad’s arms shook as he rose to his knees.

“Come on Chadwick,” Ms. Everhart said. “You can do it. Stand up for us. We’ve worked long and hard to see the new you.” The grating vibrated under Chad as a pair of heels entered his blurry field of vision. Chad looked upward, but a bright ceiling-mounted light blinded his sensitive vision. The silhouette of a voluptuous woman towered over him.

Chad pushed himself to his feet, and swayed, almost falling down. His balance wavered and his legs felt weak.

“Excellent,” Ms. Everhart said. She stepped closer and Chad’s nightmare blossomed.

Chad had tried to imagine what it would be like to be smaller, but it wasn’t the same as experiencing it for real. His line-of-sight had been lowered considerably, rendering his surroundings in a whole new perspective. Chad was confronted with the flared hips and shapely waist of Ms. Everhart. Her lab coat was unbuttoned and she peered down at Chad, whose head barely reached her navel - not that he could see it under the shiny tight rose-pink top she had on. Ms. Everhart’s hips were considerably wider than Chad’s shoulders, and at the same height or higher. Chad let out a gasp of dismay, struggling to come to grips with the comparison between the woman before him and his own small stature. His days of claiming to be just ‘short’ were completely over.

Chad almost fell back to his knees, a wave of fatigue washing over him. He instinctively put a hand out on Ms. Everhart’s substantial thigh, needing the support for the moment.

“I…” Chad spoke with a weak voice, an instrument that had been dormant for some time. “I’m not even…”

“Look at that, you barely come up to my belly button!” Ms. Everhart interrupted. “It’s wonderful! I almost can’t believe we pulled it off a second time. This work is a masterpiece of science and ambition, accomplished by a brilliant team of women working around the clock, and you helped it all move forward!”

Chad shivered and felt waves of warmth radiating against his palm from Ms. Everhart’s thigh. He was so cold and felt deeply insecure, frightened. Lab equipment loomed around him. Women moved about briskly in lab-coats. Chad could feel the subtle vibrations in the floor from their footsteps when they passed nearby. Ms. Everhart looked down at him from above, over her breasts. She seemed to be studying his face and appearance.

“I want you to answer my question honestly,” she said. Chad nodded and looked away from Ms. Everhart’s gaze.

“Tell me, are you frightened Chadwick?” she asked.

Chad squeezed his eyes closed. She had seen his fear. Not just intimidation or humiliation, but a layer of fear. He nodded, admitting it.

“Oh…yes. That means the test was successful,” Ms. Everhart said. “The feelings should settle down a bit, kind of like how you’ll once again have trouble holding body-core heat for a while.”

Chad felt an inner shock, as he contended with a strange distinctive aroma on the edge of his senses. He didn’t want to accept what it seemed to be.

“You’re going to be more sensitive now, in more ways than one - more vulni-chic,” Ms. Everhart explained. “And your impression of women will be different accordingly. It will be an improvement in every way.”

Chad struggled to hold back a swell of emotions. The involuntary feeling of hot tears welling up frustrated him. “But…but you never said anything…” Chad tried to protest.

“I told you that you needed to be made more compatible with vulni-chic trends,” Ms. Everhart said. She was quiet for a moment.

“Are you going to cry?” Ms. Everhart asked in a near whisper. She wore an expression of intense interest and open mouthed anticipation, staring down at Chad.

Chad began to feel hot streaks run down his cheeks. Tears. He tried desperately to stuff the feelings back in, to ‘be a man’; but he was expressing his distress in front of his boss, his own nervous system reshaped by Nexifem designs. Ms. Everhart's beautiful curves loomed in his field of view, triggering deep feelings of inadequacy and connecting the shape of womanhood to ideas of power, of agency, of authority.

“Oh yes, Ms. Everhart continued. “Welcome to the new age.” She put her hands on her hips. “Feel it in your little male tears. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years.”

The aroma had grown stronger, and it was intimidating - the smell of female arousal. Ms. Everhart’s sex was hidden beneath the fabric of her skirt and undergarments, somewhere level with Chad’s chest or collar. He felt a desperate need to deny what it was. His small nose now seemed to pick up a whole layer of reality once happily unknown to him - the subtle smells of Ms. Everhart’s soap, her skin’s natural aroma, her laundry detergent, and the vivid reality of her close-by moist vagina. Chad pulled his hand away from Ms. Everhart’s thigh, wanting to step back from her, away from this intense new flood of sensations.

He felt another wave of shivers wash over him. He needed to get to a bed or some other warm place he could rest.

Ms. Everhart saw Chad’s movements and she stepped back decisively. He fell to his hands and knees in humiliating admission that he was still weak from the Adtenuo Process. Chad used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears, which had stopped. He hated that he’d been unable to stay in control, that his body was increasingly something Nexifem had manufactured and tweaked, replacing his natural form with their own artificial product. Chad felt like he was a walking mockery of all the notions of manhood he’d grown up with.

“Ms. Young,” Ms. Everhart said. “You can measure him now and take his bio-readings. Then we’ll get him to his apartment, I guess. His so-called girlfriend has been calling and asking about him. She’ll be happy to hear that he’s back home, and I suspect even happier when she sees what we’ve accomplished. It’s a pity we can’t tell her all the details…yet.”

Ms. Everhart looked down at Chad, who remained on all fours at her feet. “You certainly can’t talk to anyone about this, Chadwick,” she continued. “Perhaps soon though. Trends and changes have proceeded while you’ve been in the tank.”

Chad was too weak to make a worthwhile retort. It had taken most of his energy to stand and grapple with the shock of finding his height to be around that of Ms. Everhart’s navel. Chad felt himself abruptly hoisted up by someone’s hands under his arms, before he was set back down on his feet. Ms. Young took his hand and led him over to the scale as the other lab technicians and scientists measured, sampled, and recorded every aspect of Chad’s new smaller body. Their conversation flowed openly around him.

“Oh wow! Look at his tiny toes!”

“His hair is glossy and thick, at least on his head.”

Several women laughed.

“Yeah, he’s smooth everywhere else, basically. I wasn’t sure that would work out, but it looks like our biosynthesis calculations were correct.”

“His skin is lighter and definitely repaired in a many spots, denser pores, smoother to the touch. Oh! did you see him flinch. He’s definitely more sensitive to touch now.”

“It should be, along with other things…”

More laughter.

Chad knew they were right. He could feel the women’s touch more keenly, the cold metal under his feet, the warmth of their nearby bodies. He struggled with a deeper shyness in the presence of the scientists. He wished Kelly was with him.

“I’m reading a new height of roughly 116 cm,” a woman said.

“What’s that, four feet?” Ms. Everhart asked. She was standing close by, monitoring her staff while tapping away on her phone.

“It’s closer to 3’10” actually,” Ms. Young answered. The women laughed, obviously impressed with themselves.

“Almost eight inches smaller again? Damn, we’re two for two!” A woman exclaimed, high-fiving her colleague.

Chad’s eyes widened at the number. He wasn’t even four feet tall. How could he face the world at this size?

“Oh no,” Chad said. “No…no…”

“Oh, we’ve upset him,” one of the women said, looking down at Chad with slight concern.

Ms. Everhart was smiling. “Come on Chadwick. You knew you were going to shrink. You agreed to this!”

Chad looked up as the other women drew away, finished with their task. Ms. Everhart walked over to him. “You agreed to shrink. I have your consent on record,” she said. “You need to accept your choice. You decided to work with Nexifem and make yourself a better man.”

Chad looked at the woman who had expressed concern at his situation. She shook her head, as if she was disappointed in him. Over her white mask, her eyes met his and Chad realized she had shifted to an arrogant expression. He could see it in the woman’s eyes. She had already lost her momentary concern for him.

“No, but you said…”

“I told you what your choices were,” Ms. Everhart interrupted. “You chose to become smaller, to be a man who barely reaches a woman’s waist in height, and now you act like you don’t like it? If it’s the number that upsets you, don’t think so much about it. Think instead about how you can be a better man and a better employee, because you are helping to pave the way for a better world.”

Chad hung his head. Ms. Everhart’s confident chastising tone humiliated him. “Yes, Ms. Everhart,” he said softly. Chad felt like he couldn’t think as fast as her. She was so smart compared to him. This was her lab, her department, her vision. Who was he to question Ms. Everhart’s version of events? Chad felt a sense of slight disconnect to his old size and opinions, even if they lurked somewhere beneath surface, weak and hushed, fading.

“Good boy.” Ms. Everhart purred. She patted his head. “You’re learning to listen better. Let’s get you home. After you rest up for a bit, things will get a bit easier. Your emotions will be less raw and your strength will come back - well, most of it. Plus, you keep shivering and I don’t want you to get sick. We’ll take a company car. I don’t want anyone seeing you yet. This is still top secret research.”

Chad stepped off the scale, nearly falling down. Ms. Young offered her hand and he reluctantly accepted it. He walked on shaky legs beside her, following Ms. Everhart to another part of the lab. Ms. Young wasn’t as tall as Ms. Everhart, but Chad was well under the level of her breasts now. Ms. Everhart’s approving ‘good boy’ comment lingered in his head. He wanted to be good, but wrestled with whether the feeling was his own or planted there by Nexifem. He’d tried so hard to be a useful employee, and yet it seemed to be exacting a cost not only on himself but on other men as well.

Chad felt incredibly tired. He needed to sleep for a long time. He soon got his wish.

———

Chad awoke in his own bed late one morning an unknown number of days later. He’d been sleeping off and on, only leaving his blankets to drink water or use the toilet, until doing so didn’t make him shiver like an exposed man on a January night. For food, he’d been swallowing down special energy gels meals provided by Ms. Everhart’s team. She claimed they’d been formulated just for him and a stack had been left right beside his bed for easy access.

Chad rubbed his sleep-encrusted eyes and looked about. His apartment was a comforting and familiar place, although even sitting in bed Chad was immediately aware of his reduced stature. His mattress seemed larger, his pillow more substantial, and the room more expansive. Chad slid his feet to the floor, appreciating that for once he didn’t immediately want to crawl back under the covers with an electric blanket or hot water bottle. He stood up and sighed. He wasn’t much taller than his own bedside table. The first round of shrinking had been more shocking due to the unexpected and surprising horror of it. This time he wasn’t as surprised, but now he had to contend with a new problem: being so small that certain everyday things were going to be difficult or weird to do.

Worse, Chad now struggled against a general sense of vulnerability, of smallness and sensitivity. It was hard to tell whether individual feelings came from his new physical size or his new hormonal balance. Nexifem had definitely messed with his brain chemistry, but Chad found it hard to isolate exactly what they’d done. Whatever it was, it had made him less confident in the world, something deeper than an insecurity about his size.

Some cobwebs clung to the corners of Chad’s apartment. He’d been away for a long time. Nexifem had made sure his bills were paid and taken care to ensure he wasn’t evicted. Chad knew they hadn’t done it for him so much as to protect a company ‘asset’. Chad gathered up some of the empty plastic nutrient gel packs and took them into his kitchen, dropping them in the garbage bin. His nose twitched slightly at the sudden awareness of his own aroma. He needed a shower.

Chad went straight to the bathroom, trying to ignore the relative size of the fixtures in his hands, the height of the vanity compared to his chest, and the girth of the faucet valves. “You knew this was part of the deal,” he told himself. “You knew this would happen.”

Chad stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He stood in the hot cleansing water and luxuriated in the sensation of grime being washed away. Chad’s toes curled against the porcelain tub under his feet and he grabbed a bar of soap. It felt like a large brick in his hand, thick and unwieldy, it slipped and dropped to the floor of the tub. Chad bent over in the shower and adjusted how he held his soap. Everything was going to require an adjustment like this, a relearning of how to move through the world.

Later, after he’d towelled off, Chad found himself rifling through a pile of retail bags full of clothing that Nexifem had left for him in his living room. Someone at Nexifem had picked out random clothes for him to fit his newly shrunken physique. There was a handwritten note pinned to one of the bags, explaining:

“Dear Chadwick, here are some clothes for you to wear. Don’t worry, they are free and

the cost will not come out of your paycheque. Most of these items should fit you, but Nexifem’s clothing subsidiaries do not yet manufacture clothing for a man of your…size. So most of these items were selected from the boys departments of our various brand labels. We’re working on a line of clothes for men like you, as there may be a demand in the near future! Enjoy.”

Chad blinked and tossed the note aside in a mix of disgust and resignation. He pulled a pair of blue pants out of one bag that were a brighter hue than he would have preferred. They were better than nothing. Chad dressed himself in pants, white socks, and a t-shirt with a symbol on it from a recent science-fiction movie franchise. He looked through the other bags. There appeared to be some more mature-looking garments mixed in, with more neutral tones. Chad decided to save those items incase he needed to go out at some point.

The mere idea of ‘going out’ was too scary to contemplate yet, and Chad picked out another nutrient gel pack. He turned his television to a streaming news channel and popped the seal on the pack, sucking down some of the sweet berry-flavoured contents from the nozzle at the top.

“Good afternoon,” a pretty female reporter said. “A class-action law-suit filed by a group claiming to represent thousands of men as been rejected by the courts today. The attempted law suit was filed in an effort to block the sale of Voluptupram - a new women’s supplement developed by the Nexifem corporation. Justice Perkin said there was no evidence that the supplement was a threat to women’s health or to the public welfare, and she advised the complainants to seek other ways to deal with their concerns.”

Footage appeared of female lawyers chatting amicably with reporters on the steps of a courthouse, as the announcer read out more details of the story. Chad swallowed down another mouthful of nutrient gel.

“In response, several protests broke out across the country yesterday, as some men sought to express their anger with Justice Perkin’s decision more directly. Police were called and multiple arrests were made.”

More footage appeared of men in black hoodies shouting out protest slogans, or smashing the windows of Nexifem-affiliated cosmetic stores. Chad felt a growing sense of unease as he saw towering female policewomen enter the frame wearing full riot-gear. They began to grab various men and shove them to the ground or into waiting vans. Some men managed to squirm free and ran off into the night, while others were promptly cuffed or shoved into police vans. The police women were all tall and thick. The images shocked Chad. He knew there was only one way that so many amazonian officers could have been recruited.

Chad had been in the Adtenuo Tank for at least three months and much had changed during that time. Some women had obviously been taking Voluptupram throughout, and many had been able to continue their doses only because he was in the tank. Ms. Everhart’s staff had been able to continuously harvest large amounts of compounds and catalysts for their various products from his slowly diminishing body. Chad was arguably responsible for all of the events he was seeing on his television. He wanted to turn the channel to something else, but he couldn’t resist a desire to know more about what was going on in the world. Chad watched in wide-eyed trepidation.

A different announcer came on the screen. “Well, the court’s decision has also affected the markets. Nexifem shares surged on the news of the quashed appeal, and are up considerably from last month. There are a number of new billionaires today due to the surge last week.”

“Are they all women?” The other anchor inquired with a smirk.

“Oh yes. I think male investors are only now really realizing the true value of the Nexifem portfolio.” Both announcers laughed lightheartedly.

“Well, that’s fascinating news! We’re also seeing a big rise in the recruitment of female police officers, athletes, soldiers, and other professions traditionally privileged by men. It does seem connected to the ‘fempowerment’ movement and Nexifem’s ambitious innovations in the last few years.”

Video footage rolled in the background of a female airforce officer climbing out of a jet wearing aviator glasses and a bomber jacket, then it switched to a scene of a swim team member climbing out of a pool in a tight one-piece swim suit. Chad felt his erection awaken at the sight of the supple muscular swimmer. He felt an internal conflict between his own guilt and insecurity against his own desires and awe at the sight of such beautiful successful women.

What had he done? How had he allowed Nexifem to use him to advance their goals so firmly? Chad closed his eyes against the flickering spectacle of his television. He wasn’t to blame, right? He had no choice. It was a necessity! He would have been out of a job if he’d stood up to Ms. Everhart. She’d threaten to ruin his life if he didn’t proceed.

Chad sighed and grabbed the remote. It felt awkward in his small hand and was hard to use with the same ease he was accustomed to.

“Nexifem has suggested that their new fiscal capacity may allow for the acquisition of banks and energy companies. Many of these firms have been among the most resistant to change in the composition of their leadership. Some analysts have also noted that we will likely see a wave of donations to new candidates for the national…”

Chad turned the television to a cooking channel. He didn’t want to hear about this. It was too much. He’d just gotten back onto his feet, and he didn’t need to worry about the news or whatever else was going on in the world. It wasn’t helpful.

Chad watched a man prepare a vegetable soup in a rustic kitchen. The cooking show relaxed him and he was able to settle down after a few moments. Chad picked up a second gel pack and popped it open. This one had a banana flavour, and Chad slowly slurped the contents down as he sat in front of the screen on his sofa.

The chirp of his cellphone pinged from his bedroom. Chad had heard this sound many times during the last few days, but had ignored it. He hadn’t had the energy to get out of bed, let alone engage with anyone or hold a conversation.

Chad sighed and stood up when the cooking show cut to an ad. An exotic beach flashed across the screen, and the logo of an airline appeared. A beautiful woman lazed on a sun-drenched beach as a small tanned cabana boy in a tight swim-shorts handed her a cocktail. “Escape your troubles,” a voice-over declared.

Chad went into his bedroom and searched around, finally finding his phone buried at the bottom of a rubber tub full of clothes which no-longer fit him. It was shoved in alongside his work bag. Chad pulled his bag out and set it aside carefully, and then carried his phone back to his sofa.

“You have 218 messages,” Chad’s phone flashed.

“Damnit,” Chad sighed. He had little desire to work his way through so many unanswered messages, requests, and inquiries.

Chad reluctantly slid his thumb across the screen of his phone. Thankfully, he’d left a voice-message on his answering service that explained he was away. There still seemed to be a few messages there. The rest were text messages and assorted DMs.

Chad scrolled through the messages from Kelly first. He needed some comforting words. He saw how she’d sent him little love notes every few days, but over time she’d become more worried, asking where he was, what he was doing, when he’d be back. There were dozens of messages. Chad felt overwhelmed with guilt at having been gone for so long and happiness that someone noticed. Sprinkled in were picture messages of Kelly in alluring outfits or out at some nice park.

There was a gap of about a week and then a message from Kelly that read: “I couldn’t take it. I went to that massive Nexifem tower downtown, where you work. I asked about you and was persistent. This lady finally came to talk to me, some woman named Ms. Pratt. She was really tall and said she was their HR person. She told me that you were on a very special assignment for the company and that you are helping them with all their most important projects. She calmed me down. I was getting very upset. I really miss you my little prince. I can’t wait until you get back, but that tall brunette gave me a free bottle of Voluptupram and a gift certificate to one of my favourite gym-wear stores. So I guess I can wait a few more weeks.”

After that message, there were only a few more from Kelly. They were almost all photos, selfies and pictures of her posing in new clothes. Chad felt his erection return as he looked at the pictures. Kelly looked taller and fitter. Had she grown? Chad swallowed down a mix of anxiety and desire, touching his stiffening member.

Chad told himself he would message Kelly very soon. He needed at least one more day to feel strong enough to face anyone, even his girlfriend. He was already feeling tired from his short day out of bed, though it wasn’t even dinner time yet. At least he was finally up and moving around.

Next came a series of messages from Hank, and Chad’s mood dipped as he read through a series of desperate pleas:

“Where are you?”

“I need your help. That fucking bitch broke into my apartment. She…we…well she’s crazy but also pretty hot. You know what I mean? I couldn’t really say no to what she wanted. She came with a friend.”

“Hello? Don’t you care about what is happening?”

“I had to tell Selina about Nexifem and Voluptupram. She made me! She knows…She knows you are going to get smaller, but not why. I managed to keep that a secret, though I think she has a good idea.”

There was a gap of a month after that message, then more:

“I can’t do this. Selina and her friend smashed my fucking apartment when I refused to go down on her again. She broke all my stuff. I hid my phone though.”

“I’m at a hotel. Message me and we can meet.”

“Are you there???”

“Either you’re a traitor or Nexifem has done something to you again.”

“I signed up for a contract with Antarctica Advanced Mining and Smelting. I leave tomorrow. I have to get out of here. Selina found my banking info and she registered herself as my partner somehow. She took everything. She wants me to move in with her. I have nothing and the cops told me it would take three weeks to investigate my claims. They recommended a lawyer. I can’t wait.”

“Selina won.”

Then there was nothing. Chad’s hand trembled slightly as he saw the next series of messages…from Selina, waiting to be opened.

Chad didn’t want to look, but he had almost finished working his way through all the back-messages on his phone. He felt an acute sense of his helplessness and remorse, thinking of how alone Hank had been against Selina while Chad had been shrinking inside an Adtenuo Tank in Nexifem’s laboratories. Chad felt hot guilt in his chest, knowing his actions had contributed to the total ruination of one of his only friends at work, a fellow male admin employee.

He opened Selina’s message thread. A photo popped up of a woman’s large breasts in a bra. It was clearly Selina’s chest. A message below read: “Like the view? Your friend Hank did. He told me a lot of interesting things last night about your job, and your size.”

Another message followed: “Your friend is an entitled prick who thinks he’s better than me and my friends. Are you like that? I guess you have a girlfriend at least, or so you say.”

There was another pic. It was Selina’s chest again, but it was bigger. Her dark aureolas were half-visible above each bra cup, and her nipples were pushing the material out, almost popping out of her bra.

“I’m fucking bigger now,” the caption read. “I bought that new supplement Voluptupram using your loser friend’s card. HAHAHA! This is so awesome. Look at my tits!”

Another picture: Selina’s breasts were exposed. The same bra appeared too small to contain them, and her nipples were puffy and full.

Chad’s eyes widened as he flicked to the last message.

“Your fucking loser friend ran away. What a pathetic wimp. I would have let him move in with me, as long as he did what me and my chicas said. Oh well, at least I know where you live now. Maybe you can get me more voluptupram, or maybe your girlfriend can?”

A final picture appeared on Chad’s screen, dated over a week earlier. It was an image of a woman’s panty-clad ass seated in a chair, taken from behind. The woman’s hips easily flared out wider than the small elegant dining-room chair could handle. The caption read: “Too thick for this chair. But I wanna get thicker…”

Chad realized he was stroking his shaft as he looked at the image and he pulled his hand from his cock in humiliation. What was he thinking? She was crazy. Selina had ruined Hank’s life and she’d ruin his if he wasn’t careful. Chad realized that it might not be safe for him to live alone anymore. Selina had come right into Hank’s place and taken what she wanted. Why couldn’t she do the same to Chad. He was much smaller and weaker. The mere idea frightened Chad. He didn’t even want to imagine how he’d compare to a woman like Selina now.

Chad closed the image and pulled up the last message on his phone. It was the message John Fairview had sent minutes before Chad had gone into the Adtenuo Tank. It was short and read simply: “Circumstances have changed. I am now aware of what they’ve been using you for. Unfortunately, I have my own problems now. We should meet. This line cannot be trusted.”

Below the message was an attached picture of a handwritten physical address in pencil. Chad saved the image and felt a wave of nervous energy wash over him. Fairview had been one of his only ‘hopes’ before he’d been shrunk. But the damage had been done. The message was from over three months ago. Yet it still seemed worthwhile to reach out to Fairview, to anyone able to help against Nexifem’s powerful influence. Chad struggled with his feelings. It was intimidating to even think about going against his powerful bosses. Who did Fairview think he was, confronting women like that? Chad shook his head, unsure of his own thoughts, of what was ‘right’ and what was ‘wrong’.

Chad put his phone aside and then compulsively picked it up again, looking at the image of Selina’s huge breasts, while his cooking show continued in the background. Chad started to stroke his member, staring at the picture of huge caramel boobs on his screen. His mind flitted back to the night he’d spent with Kelly before being shrunk. Chad switched the image on his phone to one of Kelly’s sexy selfies. She was in short-shorts, her skin all covered in sweat from a jog. Her body looked amazing.

Chad fell asleep with an empty banana-flavoured nutrient gel-pack on his chest, his phone in one hand and the other wrapped around his erection. The television flickered with a cheerful advertisement for a domestic cleaning service “staffed exclusively by vulni-chic men”. Chad snored softly like a small kitten on his sofa as the light of the screen played across his prone 3’10” body.