Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

He seemed a failed adult, therefore a kind of weed.

-“The Statues Taken Down”, by Mavis Gallant

Chad managed to get into an armchair with some effort. It was strangely satisfying to climb up the front of the chair, using the ribbing and seams of the upholstery as toeholds and grip-points. It wasn’t too difficult for Chad to scale the chair to its plush expansive seat, which was now about level with his head. It was a similar effort to climbing over a fence, except that the upholstery was soft and pleasant. It felt like he was engaging in squishy parkour. Once he got up to the seat, Chad stood for a moment and surveyed the room before lowering onto the edge of the seat cushion. Chad leaned at an angle against one of the chair’s armrests and actually felt comfortable. It was good to know he wasn’t entirely helpless now and it was reassuring to be given a bit for freedom for the first time that day. For once he was not being humiliated or bossed around and could simply rest with his own thoughts.

Chad tried to order his thoughts as he surveyed Kelly’s living room. He was now so small that he was beyond any semblance of what a normal human being looked like. He was closer to the size of a doll, which Ms. Belmont had made quite clear. Chad didn’t like the idea, but it wasn’t worth denying either. He had to adapt to his new size, at least until it could be undone. Could it be undone? Chad swallowed down his emotions and tried to suppress his growing fears about what lay ahead for him. Sticky residue on his skin gave off the musky scent of female passion, reminding him of his long and humiliating day.

Chad knew one thing. He had to escape Ms. Belmont’s ambitions. He was terrified of what might happen if he went through another shrinking spell in private with his boss. Her desires were now clear. Ms. Belmont wanted to remove him from her office, just as she had with other men before. But she wanted to do it by consuming him Chad, by using his body to bring herself to hedonistic levels of pleasure, by reducing his status to that of a dildo. Chad would never forget the feel of her flexing labia sliding down over his head. He could still remember his sudden terror at the wet darkness that threatened to swallow him up and remove him entirely from being an active independent person the world.

Chad looked down between his legs and sighed. He was erect. The idea of Ms. Belmont’s threatening desires was frightening, but his body still reacted with lust and arousal. His wires had been re-arranged by Nexifem. Or had the experiments simply brought a hidden part of him out to the surface?

Chad shook his head. He could no longer be sure what was normal, who he really was. Nexifem was a part of his identity now, they had shaped him and pressed him further and further down the road of their peculiar and shocking vision for modern men. Chad knew that he needed to focus on the future, a future increasingly determined by powerful women, and think carefully of how we would survive in that kind of world. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought this way before, but now things had changed to such an extent that Chad felt any lingering memory of his prior autonomy to be a sort of nostalgia.

Kelly appeared at the edge of the room and Chad felt his breath catch his throat. She was wearing an incredible outfit of expensive white lingerie: a high-cut silken thong, a lacy push-up bustier, and a garter-belt with suspenders that held up matching sheer white stockings. Kelly took a step forward in pearly white platform heels. She had applied tasteful yet sexy make-up and done something to her thick mane of blonde hair. To Chad, Kelly appeared like some vision of womanly perfection - a benevolent giantess goddess.

“Look at you,” Kelly moaned, standing over Chad’s seat. “You look like a little living doll sitting in my chair.”

Chad scrambled to his feet and walked into the middle of the seat, gazing up at Kelly. She laughed softly. “Aww, you’re so cute!” Kelly exclaimed. “My little manlet.”

“You look beautiful Kelly,” Chad said.

“Hmm?” Kelly said. She tilted her head down slightly, hands on her broad lush hips.

Chad raised his diminutive voice. “You look so beautiful,” he repeated, louder this time. “Like…like a goddess."

Kelly smiled and shifted her posture, arching her back and looking down on Chad. “I like that,” she said softly. “Would you like to sit in your goddess’ lap, little prince? You’ve given so much to the empowerment of women. I think it’s time we talked about the future now, about our relationship.”

Chad swallowed and then he nodded.

Without warning, Kelly stepped closer and turned so her sizeable perfectly shaped ass filled Chad’s vision. She began to sit, and for a moment Chad thought his girlfriend was going to sit on him - something that would possibly be fatal at his new size. But Kelly’s butt landed behind Chad, impacting the cushion as her thighs settled on either side of him. Chad scrambled out of the way of one of Kelly’s legs and found himself sitting in the V-shaped space of the chair seat, between Kelly’s inner thighs. Her panties rose behind him like the backrest of some enormous sofa chair. Chad craned his head back and looked up to saw his girlfriend peering down at him over her full white bustier with a playful smirk on her face.

“That’s a good spot for you, little man,” Kelly said. “I think I might like you there even better than my lap. But you can climb up onto my thigh if you want.”

Chad looked to his right and left. Two curvaceous smooth thighs framed his seat. While seated, his shoulders barely cleared Kelly’s legs, giving him a limited view of the living room. He twisted to look backward and saw that Kelly’s belly-button was roughly level with his head, and only a bit smaller in circumference. Chad felt a wave of giddy disbelief for a moment. He wasn’t even two feet tall now. Kelly’s body was just as beautiful as ever, but his new size changed his entire perception of things.

“Do you like my panties, sweetheart?” Kelly said. “You keep looking at them, and my legs.”

“I’m still getting used to being so small,” Chad said.

“Mmm…I bet,” Kelly said. “I still keep thinking I’m going to wake up. I can’t believe what’s happened either!”

Chad wished he could wake up and find the last year had been nothing but a bad dream. But Kelly seemed to want anything but to wake up from this new reality, a reality where her doll-sized vulni-chic boyfriend could sit between her thighs like a cute accessory. Chad felt a light pressure on the top of his head. Glancing up, he saw that Kelly was gently stroking his hair with a single index finger. Her pretty fingernail appeared at least an inch wide or more, from Chad’s perspective.

Kelly softly cooed down at Chad as she petted his soft little head of hair. “What’s going on in that little tiny brain of yours, precious?” Kelly asked.

Chad put his arms out and pressed his palms into the slippery softness of Kelly’s white stockings. Underneath, he could feel the mass of her strong leg muscles, the evidence of so many squats and deadlifts, part of what gave her thighs and hips such sexy shape and fullness. “I’m just happy to be here, safe with you,” Chad offered. “I just…I’m kind of freaking out Kelly. It has been a really scary day.”

Chad felt Kelly cup his head and shoulder in her palm gently. He felt the warmth of her hand as she moved to comfort him. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Kelly said. “You’re really having a hard time with this aren’t you? You didn’t seem this distraught the last times you shrunk.”

“Well it gets worse every time…in a way,” Chad answered. “I mean, the first time was hard because it was so unexpected, but that was before we met. But now it’s different. Now, I’m not even close to being the size of a normal person. It’s actually getting scary. Even losing a little bit of my size now changes everything. The world isn’t sized for me anymore.”

“Was it ever really sized for you honey?” Kelly asked softly, her thighs moving together slightly, closer to Chad’s small frame. “You were never a very big man. You told me you only ever reached a height of 5’2”, give or take.”

Chad blushed, wishing he was still so ‘big’. He shrugged. “I guess that’s true and I know I’m not the only man who has gotten smaller now.”

“There are other small men now, but no one even close to your size, that I’ve seen,” Kelly said. “You’re special.”

“Special…” Chad echoed.

“Mmmhmm,” Kelly sighed. “You’re right though, the world isn’t sized for you anymore. It’s becoming a woman’s world. A world built for women like your boss, Stacy.”

Chad shuddered at the reminder of Ms. Belmont.

“And also built for me,” Kelly continued. “You know my daughter’s father has done very poorly with this new normal. He is physically far bigger than you, but has made a succession of terrible life choices since our relationship ended. He refuses to accept his new place. He made the mistake of trying to date a younger more loose woman, but she has apparently taken most of his property in a separation or something. He’s renting some room on the other side of the city, and cleaning office bathrooms for a living now. There was a time when he could have just dumped any girlfriend and the dated another young woman, then another, and another. Not anymore. His ego has a cost now.”

Chad swallowed. Kelly didn’t sound vindictive, like Ms. Belmont. But she did sound satisfied, even slightly fascinated in an intellectual way, with her ex’s fate.

“I was never like that,” Chad said. “I was too shy and small. I never had many girlfriends. Plus, I’m younger. Things had already started to change when I started dating.”

“Mmm…” Kelly moaned, running her fingers down Chad’s back, feeling his small body. She cupped his torso in her hand and pulled him back, up between her thighs, closer to the crotch of her panties. Chad could feel the heat radiating from behind him as he sunk between Kelly’s thick inner thighs. The intricate elastic lace tops of her stockings now pushed against his shoulders as his feet were pulled up and way from the edge of the seat cushion.

“No, you were never like him,” Kelly said. “I noticed that right away when we first met. I could see how naturally vulni you were. Your size only made it more ideal. You made such a suitable replacement guy in my life, for my lifestyle, my needs.”

“But…but now I’m so small, so much smaller than before,” Chad protested, trying to explain.

“Yes, I never imagined something like this could be possible,” Kelly said. “But you know what?”

Chad felt a shadow fall over him. He looked up and saw Kelly had leaned forward, her hair around her face in a cascade of silky healthy locks. She was staring down at him intently, her mouth parted in a resting expression.

“W….what?” Chad asked.

“I’m loving this,” Kelly said. “You’re like the size of one of those little dogs so many women used to have - like a Havanese or a little Bichon or Maltese. Except, you’re a boy - a man. I always wanted one of those little cute dogs, but I’m allergic.”

“But…but I’m not a dog,” Chad said.

Kelly laughed softly and stroked Chad’s head with her finger-tips. “Aww…no, but can’t you be my sweet pet boy? My loyal little guy? It’s just like before, but…more so. God, I can feel your body so close to my pussy. You fit right up against my mound now.”

Chad couldn’t help it. He did want to be Kelly’s loyal little man. He let out a moan and felt his member stiffening as she touched his hair.

“Oh yes,” Kelly sighed. “That’s right.”

Kelly shifted forward, bringing her crotch right up against Chad’s back, the soft satiny material pressed against this back and head as she tucked him against her panties, wedging him between her tender inner thighs. Her soft warm skin loomed nearly as high as Chad’s head on either side. A single pretty mole marked her inner left thigh. Chad remembered that mole, but this was a whole new perspective on it that he’d never even considered in his weirdest dreams.

Kelly moaned and Chad’s little nose picked up the distinct aroma of his girlfriend’s arousal, of her wetness. “Oh Kelly,” Chad exhaled. “I do want to be your pet. I know I can make you happy. You’ll be my guardian and I will be your forever-boyfriend.”

Kelly inhaled in a jagged breath, her hips bucking ever so slightly, causing Chad’s upper body to flop forward a bit. The aroma of her desire grew stronger and Chad felt a warm wetness melting through the fabric behind his lower back. “Fuck…” Kelly sighed. “That’s my good boy, my pet.”

Chad took hold of his swollen member and began to stroke himself slowly, masturbating as he sat between his girlfriend’s incredible legs, pressed up against her vulva, her wet panties mashing against his back. Unlike with Ms. Belmont, Chad felt safe here, comforted, and secure. He may have been aroused with Ms. Belmont and even Selina, but it was a very different kind of arousal. It had been filled with sensations of humiliation and intimidation. With Kelly he felt small and submissive in a very different way. He nuzzled against her fingers as she caressed his head and body, petting him and gently rocking her hips against his small body.

Chad stroked faster, his tiny yet swollen member was hard and warm in his hand. To Chad, his body felt perfectly normal, and it was the world that had changed. The two lovers moved closer and closer to orgasm, driving each other higher with their words and movements, with the lurid comparisons between their bodies. Kelly balled up her fist and resisted the urge to grab Chad or slam her hips down into his tiny frame. Her protective urges barely overcame her sheer desire and rising sense of gentle domination and power over him. She shivered at how good Chad felt between her thighs, the thickness of his torso pressed up against her sensitive crotch.

Kelly moaned softly and shivered. Chad realized she was experiencing an orgasm. She had beaten him to a climax. His hand was still wrapped around his stiff erect member, and he stroked harder, driven on by his giantess girlfriend’s orgasmic quaking. The scent of pussy oozed against Chad, surrounding him. His back was slick with juices that were permeating through Kelly’s thong. Chad gasped and cum began to spurt from his cock as he rushed to catch up and meet Kelly where she was, to climax with her. He heard a breathy coo escape Kelly as she watched her tiny doll boyfriend cum tiny droplets between her smooth thick thighs.

“Yessss…” Kelly sighed. “Cum for momma, baby.”

Chad moaned and slumped back against Kelly, slowly coming down from his orgasmic high. Kelly stroked his small head and smiled as she heard Chad saying her name softly, over and over. She reached down and her middle finger slipped across the seat, picking up the tiny drops of Chad’s cum. Kelly licked the residue of her boy-toy’s ecstasy from her finger-tip and smiled.

“Now turn around,” Kelly said. “I’m just getting started.”

Chad needed little convincing.

———

Several days of much-needed mental and physical recovery passed and Chad found himself slowly waking in a relaxed state of mind. Kelly was out. She’d left to run errands and hit the gym, leaving Chad alone in her bedroom. He was fairly familiar with her routines after being her boyfriend for this long, and now especially after the past few days of very intimate living.

A tablet was propped up against the pillow of the bed for Chad, left there by Kelly while he was asleep in the early morning. Over the past several days, the two lovers had quickly fallen into a sordid routine of sex. Kelly’s sex drive seemed to have grown and swelled just like her body. Maybe it was the voluptupram, or maybe it was just her sheer sexual pleasure at having such a vulni-boy lover - a deep-seated fantasy she seemed to have harboured for many years. She wanted stimulation from Chad multiple times a day. He spent much of his waking hours coated in a residue of feminine juices, to the extent that his skin felt like it was getting even softer. Kelly had noted how nice he felt against her in bed the previous night, as he crawled over her smooth supple abs.

Chad was relaxed and yet strangely tired. He’d probably slept for 12 hours, worn out by sexual escapades and the new strain of living as a diminutive man who stood just under two-feet in height. Getting around the house required more energy and Chad noticed that he’d shed some extra body fat. But he’d also built up his core muscles, legs, and arms a bit. This was due to a constant need to hoist himself up, strain to reach things, or simply to walk further to get anywhere - relative to his size.

Kelly had given Chad a tablet to replace his lost phone, and he’d managed to transfer all his cloud accounts over to the new device. This had been a strange source of comfort, to re-connect with his digital-self. The tablet was small, but still felt like a 32” screen propped up against the pillow. Chad could work the device with relative ease, and he’d grown accustomed to watching movies, listening to music, playing games, or reading on it while Kelly was out or busy. Chad knew she was meeting with Nexifem people and continuing to post to her social media accounts, but he didn’t want to face these things. He preferred to kept fed and comfortable in Kelly’s pleasant home for now.

Chad rolled over and tapped the tablet with his palm. The time popped into view: 11:22am. Chad sighed and sat up. He was clean from a steamy shower he’d taken with Kelly the night before. He’d wrapped a cloth around his waist like a sort of kilt, made from a tea-towel. Kelly had burst into laughter the first time she’d seen Chad wrap the light green fabric around his waist, but then she’d given him a small golden safety pin to help secure the tea-towel in place and use as a kilt. It allowed him a basic sense of decency.

Chad tapped the news app he used most often and read the headlines that came up on the screen. Powerful women now dominated the news cycle. Politicians, corporate leaders, athletes, musicians, and more - almost all of the newsmakers tended to be women these days. Occasionally a male would appear, but in almost every instance he seemed to have been scaled down both in size and confidence. Many stories about a male artist or politician were pushed near the bottom of the newsfeed, as minor stories.

A headline caught Chad’s eye: “Unashamed: A young woman says that she is proud of her voluptupram habit and that all men should be reduced to a minimum of 4’4” by law.”

Chad gasped and scrolled down toward the headline, noticing the photo it was paired with. Selina stared into the camera, one hand on her hip, with several of her friends smiling behind her. A diminutive man stood beside Selina, barely up to her ribcage, looking up at her in shock. Chad felt the outside world clawing into his safe cocoon here in Kelly’s home. His mouth felt dry as he forced himself to read the story. It had been posted by a major news outlet, so it was likely appearing all over the country. Selina looked enormous. She’d clearly been able to get ahold of even more voluptupram, likely through Ms. Belmont.

Chad scrolled down. Sure enough, there was even a quote in the story from Ms. Belmont. “Stacy Belmont, an executive at Nexifem Incorporated, agrees with the young woman. ‘It’s time for a major shift in the social norms. We at Nexifem have been working towards a female future for some time now and I know personally that it’s much better at the office when men are downsized to a more appropriate level in terms of their roles and physical stature. We’re simply levelling the playing field. Ms. Selina Perez has my full support.’”

Chad shook his head. “No,” he said to himself. “They’ve started talking about it right out in the open now!”

The two women were stepping from the weird fringes into the public eye. Instead of being ridiculed as freaks or unhinged people, the media seemed to be quoting them as legitimate public figures or interesting celebrities. The article had been placed amid stories about dating and business news. There wasn’t any comment about the absurdity of Nexifem “downsizing” the physical size of men. Clearly, the company had begun new experiments with the Adtenuo Tanks.

Chad slumped over when he read the last line: “Stacy Belmont has promised the ambitious young women strong financial support and a corporate sponsorship in their goal to push the boundaries. Several young men have offered to participate in marketing projects in exchange for a generous amount of money promised by Belmont’s associates.”

Chad scrolled back up, and looked at the photo again. He shuddered and closed the app with a sweep of his hand. He didn’t want to think about the outside world. Things were changing. He knew he would have to face reality soon enough. He was still on contract with Nexifem. Seeing the news was a reminder that Ms. Belmont was still working away at Nexifem, with Ms. Everhart and the rest of the corporate machine, to pursue their ambitious “vision" for the world. Chad knew that he was an integral part of that vision - what amounted to an entire new world order. Kelly was his refuge, but she also seemed very open to many of the ideas women like Ms. Belmont mentioned. She had taken him in, while also not reacting the way he’d expected toward Ms. Belmont. If anything, the two women seemed to have some sort of strange understanding. Chad didn’t want to think about it. He slid to the edge of the bed and dropped lightly to the floor. Kelly had left the door ajar for him, and he walked out of the room, on a quest for breakfast.

Chad pushed the gnawing worries out of his head and gazed down the hallway. He liked to imagine he lived in a sort of mansion with vaulting high ceilings. It made it easier to cope with his small stature and was almost believable when he was alone in the house. In the corner of his mind lurked the memory of shrinking, the memory of Ms. Belmont’s dark laughter, the memory of his dwindling role in the office.

Chad shook his head. He didn’t want to deal with these thoughts. The world was outside of the house and he was safe here, right? He headed toward the refrigerator.