Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Men are not aware of the misery they cause, and the vicious weakness they cherish, by only inciting women to render themselves pleasing; they do not consider, that they thus make natural and artificial duties clash, by sacrificing the comfort and respectability of a woman's life to voluptuous notions of beauty, when in nature they all harmonize.

-“A Vindication of the Rights of Woman”, by Mary Wollstonecraft

A large mannequin stood atop a pedestal and towered over Chad. The curves of a synthetic fit woman were covered by tight shiny satin lingerie. The department store staff had dressed the mannequin in white satin panties. Other mannequins stood near by in different lingerie combinations: leotards, teddies, garter belts, or thongs. It wasn’t something strange, in theory. Chad had walked through department stores many times in the past, breezing past the women’s section on his way to look at clothes for men. As a teen he sometimes found the large posters of models in lingerie distracting, or felt curious about the racks of bras. But it had been normal. Now, at his newly diminutive size, the lingerie section of a high-end downtown department store was intimidating. It was more than just a forbidden zone for ladies. These were the clothes of the authority figures in Chad’s life. The change in his size meant that simple mannequins now loomed like large Greek statues or powerful political statues, towering over him under the cool fluorescent lights of commerce.

Chad turned and saw two bored-looking Nexifem security guards in uniform standing at the edge of the women’s clothing section. He’d had to show them a note from Ms. Belmont before they agreed to accompany him to the store. Chad ignored the smirks, which had faded to boredom at what was just another banal task for the two employees. Neither of the guards seemed interested in Chad, weirdly acting as though his size was normal.

He stepped into the aisle and paced down between racks of brassieres. A large advertisement for a venerable women’s underwear brand covered the wall at the far end of the aisle, showing the picture of a curvaceous brunette with a smouldering expression in lacy high-waisted panties. Chad tried not to look at the enormous image, the woman’s crotch seeming to loom over the space he was in. It felt as though she was watching him shop, a tiny man looking through items made for grown women.

Chad stopped in front of a wall of panties, gazing at the surprising array of sized, styles, and colours. He pulled out his phone, reading over directions from Ms. Belmont. She’d sent him messages about what size she needed, her preferred style, brands, and colours. Chad picked up a package wrapped in plastic, containing multiple pairs of cotton panties in a variety of cute patterns. He doubted this was adequate. Ms. Belmont was looking for something more expensive and sophisticated.

Just as he was moving to return the set of underwear to the rack, a young woman came around the corner. She was wearing white jeans and matching open-toed heels, with a light pink silk blouse. Chad glanced up and saw the woman’s surprised expression. Her caramel complexion was gently decorated with a touch of eye make-up and lipstick. He quickly put the underwear back on the rack, feeling as though he’d been caught perving on lady’s underwear.

The fashionable woman sharing his aisle smirked and tilted her head, looking down at Chad. “Oh! Hello,” she said. “Are you buying panties? Maybe you’re lost.”

Chad felt heat in his face and was certain he was blushing. He couldn’t help it. He was barely up to the belt loops on her white jeans. He’d been caught gazing at panties in a store with no context. Chad expected his guards to step in at any moment to explain what he was doing here.

“Um, yeah, but they’re for someone else,” Chad said, desperate to explain. “I mean, I normally don’t go into this part of the store.”

The woman shifted her weight to one foot and put a hand on her hip. “Wait, you’re a grown-up?”

Chad sighed and nodded. “I know, I’m small.”

The woman leaned downward slightly, her eyes roaming Chad’s body. “I can’t believe this is possible,” she said. “You’re like straight out of one of those fempowerment ads that caused a huge uproar online last month, but for real, and just having out here in the lingerie section. Did the store hire you or something?”

Chad shook his head, trying to explain. “No, I was sent here to pick up some panties and nylons for someone else.” He wanted to avoid giving away the humiliating nature of his task, but it was becoming less likely that would be possible.

Oh, for your girlfriend, or a room mate?” She asked. “You’re so tiny! I am surprised she would sent you out all alone.”

Chad slowly shook his head, noticing the growing smile on the pretty stranger’s face. Where were his guards anyway?

“No, not my girlfriend,” he said. “Actually, I’m here with some other people from my work.”

“Oh,” the woman nodded. Her eyes moved to the panties in Chad’s hand. “You know, it’s okay for a boy to be curious about women’s panties. The world is a lot different these days and it’s not really as creepy as it would have been to run into a guy inspecting underwear in the lingerie department, especially a guy your size. You’re unbelievably small! You’re not very threatening at all.”

Chad stepped backward slightly, into a rack of brassieres. The lacy cups bumped the back of his head, and Chad noticed that most of the bra cups in his peripheral vision were easily large enough to cover his entire head like a hat or helmet if he’d wanted.

“Aww…don’t worry,” the woman said. “Maybe I can help you. My name is Charlotte and I love fashion and clothes. What are you looking for?”

Chad hesitated and then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, on which he’d written several notes from Ms. Belmont about what kind and size of panty and nylon she wanted. “My boss told me to get this,” Chad said. “My name is Chad.”

“Ohhh, it’s for your boss is it?” the woman said. “That is interesting Chad. You’re some sort of admin assistant?”

Chad nodded and held the note out for Charlotte. She took it and inspected what he’d written down. “Oh my, it looks like your boss must have access to some serious amounts of Voluptupram! Look at these measurements.”

Chad nodded. If Charlotte could help him get this task done with quickly, he was willing to sustain a little bit of humiliation. It was inevitable and she seemed nice enough. Her fascination with Chad’s size was simply part of his life now. For once, it might work to his advantage.

“Yes, she is a very successful woman,” Chad said. Saying it made him feel a sense of inner defeat. It was true, though. Ms. Belmont was a successful woman. She’d succeeded in life and he’d mostly failed.

Charlotte lowered the note and looked down at Chad, seeming to take a second look at him. She sniffed slightly. Chad began to realize he likely still carried the scent of sex on his clothes, on his skin. He’d tried to wash his face and hair in the men’s room at Nexifem, but he knew it was impossible to completely hide what had happened to him earlier that morning.

“Yes, I think I am starting to understand,” Charlotte said. “Gawd, the world has really changed.”

“Yeah, it’s weird,” Chad said.

“No,” Charlotte said.

“I mean, it’s just hard to deal with sometimes. I understand if you’re confused,” Chad tried to explain.

“Oh I’m not confused at all,” Charlotte said. “I’m sure you’ll get used to things in time. I’d love to hear about how you ended up with this job. I’m certain weren’t always this small.”

Chad shook his head.

Charlotte smiled and lifted her eyes from Chad. She pointed over the top of the display rack to another aisle. “We’ll need to go over there to find the newer lingerie for Voluptupram users,” she explained. “It won’t be cheap, but there are a bunch of new brands that cater specifically to women who have decided to push the envelope of what is a normal female height. This will be fun!”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Chad said. In a sense, it felt like he was still inside the corporate workings of Nexifem. A careful look around reminded Chad that most of the clothing brands around him were produced by his employer. Ms. Belmont had sent him out to shop for clothing that Nexifem had designed, particularly the new brands meant to supplement their Voluptupram program.

Chad followed behind Charlotte, trying not to stare at her full peach-like ass cheeks, which filled out her tight white jeans perfectly. Charlotte led Chad over several aisles into a different section of the women’s underwear selections. Bright brand-logos marked that this area was for “the fempowerment-minded career woman”, for “uncompromising beauty both feminine and strong”, and other slogans. Marketing images verged on the edge of soft-core porn, depicting strong sexy women in expensive lingerie, seated on beds, standing in opulent washrooms, or embracing a lover. On several posters, women towered over diminutive men who leaned against them submissively. One poster even showed a small fit man seated on the lap of a woman, who was photographed in the midst of a boisterous mid-laugh. The image seemed playful, but Chad felt a wave of humiliation peering up the advertisement.

Charlotte stood beside Chad. “See what I mean? You look like one of those smaller guys, but like…they’re no where near as small as you,” she said. “I just assumed all this stuff was made with computer graphics.”

“This is real,” Chad said. “My boss is bigger than most of those models.”

Charlotte looked down at the paper in her hand that Chad had given her. “Wow,” she said. “This will make for some very interesting discussions in my college classes. I didn’t realize some of these images were based on actual photographs.”

Chad nodded, unsure what to say. “Well, I don’t know specifically, but I can tell you it is very possible,” he offered.

“Well, we should look over there then,” Charlotte remarked. “Your boss wants a sort of black high-waisted thong panty and sheer black nylons to match.”

Chad followed as Charlotte looked over a display of underwear. The lingerie before him was shocking in size compared to Chad’s small stature. Individual panties, each with waistbands wider than his shoulders, confronted him. But the garments were not tailored poorly. On the contrary, the quality of the larger lingerie items in what appeared to be a new aisle were top of the line. These were sensual well-made pieces of clothing, made with lace and expensive cottons, satins, and silks. Chad found himself touching the crotch panel of a pink panty, drawn to the shiny silken material.

Charlotte laughed as she looked down at him. “Aww, look how you compare to those panties!” She exclaimed. “I still can’t believe this is real.”

Chad heard the unmistakable sound of a smartphone camera’s digital sound-effect. He turned around quickly. “Hey!” Chad said. “You could ask first.”

Charlotte shook her head. “I guess, but come on. We’re in public,” she said. “Are you embarrassed to be seen in this section of the store, fondling panties?” She giggled at her own question.

Chad nodded. “Of course I am,” he said. “People will think I’m a little perv or something, and look how…how big all these items are compared to me.”

Charlotte was flicking her thumb around on her phone, possibly uploading the photo even as they spoke. “That’s what makes this kind of awesome,” she said. “Not only that you’re so little and harmless, but that you seem so anxious here. It’s like women’s lingerie is now a symbol of power over you. You’re scared to be seen here.”

Was Charlotte analyzing him as some sort of academic topic, or was she just excited to see such a small man? Chad couldn’t help but wonder, and noted how quickly this woman had become familiar with him. She had almost no shyness or reservations.

“I’m not scared,” Chad protested. “I’m just embarrassed.”

“Whatever,” Charlotte said, waving her hand in dismissal. “Oh look, these might fit your boss.”

Charlotte pulled a black thong panty from a hook and held it out in front of her to examine. Chad stared up at the sexy item, imagining it clinging to Ms. Belmont hips and ass. He felt flustered. “Sure, that seems fine,” he said. “I can’t take too long at this. I have to be back at the office with coffees soon.”

“Hmm…or maybe this one,” Charlotte said, ignoring Chad. She lifted a dark pair of panties with small black bows at the top of the front.

Chad shifted his weight back and forth between his feet. One of his security guards suddenly came around the corner and paused, looking at Chad and his new companion. “Are you almost done here?” The guard asked. “Ms. Belmont wants you back at the office soon. Is this woman giving you any trouble?”

Chad shook his head. “No, she’s helping me,” he said. “But I will hurry up.”

The guard nodded, looking mildly bored. “You have a few more minutes here,” she said.

Charlotte looked down at Chad as his security guard walked away. Her eye-brows raised and she shoved the first high waisted thong into his hands, before turning to the nylons. “Well, she was rude. She didn’t even say hello to me,” Charlotte whispered.

“Sorry,” Chad said. “I don’t know where they recruit those guard women.”

“Probably the police academy rejects,” Charlotte said, snickering to herself a bit. “At least she’s looking after you in a way. I can understand that.”

Chad shrugged. It was just another job to the guard women. “I’m a corporate asset, not someone they want to care for,” he said.

“An asset? What do you mean?” Charlotte asked, lowering the underwear in her hand and tilting her head in curiosity as she looked down at Chad.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Chad said. “I wish I could explain. But she was right about one thing. I have to get back to the office or my boss will be angry, and that could be really bad for me.”

“Oh! I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Charlotte exclaimed. “I was having fun imagining what it would be like to be this tall and voluptuous. Plus, you’re so vulni-chic that it’s really awesome to just spend time with you. I’ve wondered what it would be like, if it would be weird, but you’re kind of a nice size, you know? It’s too bad you have a girlfriend.”

Chad blushed slightly. For the first time in weeks he’d met someone other than Kelly that he felt safe with. If he wasn’t dating, he’d probably have asked Charlotte out. The thought of this drew his mind back to the humiliating and somewhat traumatic morning he’d had. Chad knew he was in vulnerable place, and that he needed to get to Kelly soon or he was going need break down. He’d become even smaller. Chad could still smell the scent of Ms. Belmont’s juices wafting up from the collar of his shirt, his sensitive nose keenly tuned to the womanly scent of his boss’ pleasure and sexuality.

Chad pushed down a wave of conflicting emotions, trying to avoid being swept up in the current of yet another woman’s desires and decisions. “Thank you Charlotte,” he said. “I’m very flattered. If I wasn’t in a relationship, I would really be interested in going for a date.”

Charlotte laughed, covering her mouth with a pretty manicured hand. “Oh gawd, can you imagine us on a date?” She said. “I’ve never dated a guy so tiny. Now I am going to be thinking about it all day.”

While they were talking, Charlotte had picked out several other items. She looked them over. “I get the impression that your boss wants something classy but provocative,” Charlotte mused. “You said she wants them in black right? I think these would be best.”

Chad couldn’t argue with Charlotte’s astute choice. She’d picked out a pair of glossy high waisted panties with a matching bra that was on sale with the underwear. Charlotte put the garments in Chad’s hands and then handed him a wrapped set of sheer nylons in the brand that Ms. Belmont had specified.

Looking down into his hands at the feminine clothing, Chad felt a wave of humiliation. The panties alone reminded him of how just an hour ago his face had been buried in Ms. Belmont’s pulsing sex. The size of the garment in relation to his small hands made him remember Ms. Belmont’s celebration of her realized dreams. Not only had she demoted him in pay and status, but she’d used her power over him to turn him into a sort of domestic office pleasure assistant.

But what could he do? Chad needed his job and the world was changing. The faster he could get this task done, the faster he could go home and see Kelly. Chad tried to imagine Kelly in panties like the ones in his hands and felt a wave of arousal in his groin.

Chad approached the cashier’s stand, which now loomed well above the level of his gaze. He stood on tip toes, trying to see over the edge of the counter. “Hello?”

“Hello?” A woman’s voice replied.

Charlotte giggled somewhere behind Chad.

“Um, I’m down here,” he said. Chad noticed how meek his voice sounded in the moment.

Slowly a woman’s eyes peeked out over the edge of the counter, her eye-liner widening as she looked down in shock at the small man on the other side clutching lacy satins and a wrapped pair of nylons that seemed to only magnify his small size in comparison.

“Oh my gawd,” the cashier cooed. “You’re so cute!”

“Isn’t he?” Charlotte exclaimed. “He even has bodyguards, no doubt to protect him from women who just want to eat him up!”

The cashier laughed and reached out, taking the items from Chad’s hands up onto the counter. “Here, let me help you little vulni-guy,” she said. “We used to get men in here around Christmas and Valentines before the fempowerment-movement began to really take off in the last year or two. It’s nice to see you have the guts to come in here and get something for a special lady, especially at your size! You’re so brave.”

“Thanks,” Chad said. He tried to hide his humiliation, but suspected he wasn’t very successful.

“Oh, he’s a bit shy I think,” Charlotte said. “I’ve been helping him out. I came into the thong panty aisle and spotted him like a rabbit in headlights clutching a pair of panties.”

“Well, that better than what used to happen in here,” the cashier said, as she rang the items through her register. “We used to get weird perverts in here who would want to touch or steal panties, or just gawk at women or the ads. The male mall cops weren’t much help then either. Now most men are too intimidated to come inside as they rarely are as tall as me or my staff, and the ads seem to intimidate many of them.”

Charlotte laughed loudly. “Oh wow, that is a definite up-side to the recent changes. I mean, he has bodyguards from the company he works for, and they’re both women too,” she said.

“That’s just wonderful,” the cashier said, slipping the bra, panty, and nylons into a stylish paper bag with a fabric handle. She stepped around the counter to hand it to Chad. The cashier gasped audibly as she stood in front of Chad in her heels.

Chad’s head came up only slightly higher than the cashier’s waist. She wasn’t a particularly tall woman, yet she still towered over him in her skirt and light pink blouse.

“This is insane,” the cashier said. “I’ve seen this kind of thing on TV, but I thought it was fake.”

“I know!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I thought the same thing when I saw him.”

Chad tilted his head back, trying to make eye contact with the cashier, who wasn’t bothering to bend down to accommodate him. The two women were now more talking to each other, as if Chad were some child or pet. Chad felt frustration at how he was no longer seen in the same way, how women’s gazes assessed and placed him into a specific category. He stood holding the bag of lingerie as Charlotte and the cashier chatted and speculated about his size.

A guard in a Nexifem security uniform stepped beside Chad. “Are you ready to get back to the office?” She asked.

“Uh, yes,” Chad nodded. “But we have to pick up coffee for the fourth floor first.”

“Of course,” the guard nodded. The bored look on her face had only slightly softened. Her peer remained waiting near the doors of the store.

“Aww, he has to go?” Charlotte said.

“I’m afraid so,” the guard said.

“Bye bye Charlotte. It was nice to meet you,” Chad said.

“Bye little man!” Charlotte said.

“Bye bye,” the cashier said. Both women had their phones out and were either recording or photographing the moment as Chad turned and left the store, his two guards on either side.

It was only later when Chad discovered both Charlotte and the cashier had found him on social media and added him to their contacts.

———

Chad ran into Kelly’s arms the minute she entered his apartment. His clingy behaviour was more visceral and genuine than it had been in the past. She had opened the front door of his apartment to see him tossing bright-coloured nutritional gel-packs into a garbage bag, an expression of anger and guilt on his face. When Chad turned and saw her in the doorway, he’d dropped the bag and run straight to her, wrapping his arms around her thigh and nuzzling close to her hip. Somehow, he felt even smaller than Kelly remembered. To Chad, Kelly felt safer and bigger, a presence of stability in his apartment. His home was no longer totally safe from the increasingly female-dominated world outside.

Kelly gently pried Chad off her leg and put her hands under his arms, instinctively lifting him right off the floor. Her large breasts pressed into Chad as she tucked his head close against her neck. “I’m here sweetheart. Did something bad happen?” Kelly said. “You’re so light. I can lift you easily now.”

Once, Kelly’s words would have been humiliating, but Chad was happy to fit into his girlfriend’s embrace. The scent of her shampoo was comforting as his lips grazed her neck. Chad nodded. “It’s my work, my bosses…they…everything is so different now,” he said.

Kelly stroked Chad’s back, feeling how slender it was, noting how she was the one in control of her emotions. Chad was more vulni-chic than ever. Was he playing it up or was this really the way he was now? Kelly smiled to herself, as she walked into Chad’s living room. “Aww…did the big mean ladies at your work get more bossy?” Kelly asked. “It’s hard to live in a world that discriminates against you, isn’t it?

Chad realized that Kelly found his behaviour cute. He wanted to be angry, but he just nodded. It was true, after all. Ms. Waters and Ms. Belmont had become more bossy, and they were openly treating him differently now. Chad nodded, “Yeah,” he said softly. “It’s not fair. They see me as some sort of…like, joke. An object.”

“Ohh…” Kelly said. “Are you feeling objectified?”

Chad nodded again.

Kelly bit her lower lip and stroked her boyfriend’s soft hair, her fingers caressing the nape of his neck. “Well honey, you know I am a big fan of vulni-chic and fempowerment. I guess this is part of the cost of those trends, the new lifestyle that is spreading,” Kelly said. “You know you’re my precious prince. Maybe I can talk to them for you, but for now you are safe here with me.”

Chad clung to his girlfriend as she sat down on his sofa, shifting him into her lap. Kelly’s eyes moved over his body as she leaned back slightly and smiled. “I feel better with you,” Chad said. He wanted to tell her what had happened on his first day at work, how he’d showered for an hour once he’d gotten home to wash the scent of Ms. Belmont’s sex off his body, how he’d spent the last couple days performing menial tasks, fetching items, taking messages, acting as a personal shopper, all while being berated and mocked by various women at work.

Kelly tilted her head, looking at Chad. “You look even smaller than the other day at the park,” she said.

Chad blushed, looking down at his lap.

Kelly inhaled deeply, her nipples swelling in her sport-top. “Chadwick, look at me,” she said.

Chad turned to look into his girlfriend’s eyes. Kelly cupped his cheek in her palm gently. She looked at him with intense curiosity. “Did you get smaller?” Kelly asked.

Chad nodded, feeling humiliated. “It…it’s something to do with the gel-packs, and Voluptupram. It happened right in my….in my bosses office, when she was lecturing me,” he tried to explain.

Kelly lifted a hand to her mouth and delicately touched her lips with her manicured nails. She seemed to be in swoon, her eye-lids lowering as she looked at Chad. “Did the boss lady at your work make you feel, small?” Kelly cooed softly in a sympathetic tone.

Chad nodded. He could see Kelly’s nipples pushing swollen against the inside of her top now. A flushed colour had come into her cheeks. “It just…happened,” Chad said. “It was really scary.”

Kelly moaned softly. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’m here now,” she said. Kelly caressed Chad’s shoulder and arm gently, her hand pulling him closer to her chest.

Chad’s hand came out instinctively and landed on Kelly’s breast. The feel of her nipple pressed into his palm as her big tit easily resisted his weight. Kelly moaned again at the pressure on her areola and nipple

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Chad said. But Kelly covered his small hand with her larger one.

“No, this is where you should be, right in my lap, close to my boobs,” Kelly said. “My little boyfriend who shrinks in the face of strong successful women. My cute vulni-prince.”

Chad moaned, unable to help himself. A small voice inside cried out to tell Kelly that he was still a man, that the system was unfair. But Chad needed Kelly’s approval. He needed her to take care of him. Without Kelly, Chad knew he would be at the mercy of power-hungry women in his life who would not care about his feelings.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Kelly said, hearing Chad’s moan. She looked down at his anxious expression. “I have an idea that might help you feel better, my love.”

Chad looked curious. “Really?” He asked.

Kelly nodded, her eyes locked on Chad’s face. “I want you to suck on my nipples,” Kelly whispered. “I know you’ve thought about it. I have too, and right now it seems so right. I know you’re scared and confused, and it’s okay. But I have needs too. I want you to suck and show me that you trust me. I missed you so much while you were gone.”

While she talked, Kelly’s hand had moved behind Chad’s back, and she had gradually begun to pull him closer to her breasts, arching her back. Now, as she continued talking, Kelly began to pull her top off. A tight sports bra barely contained her perky big tits. She reached behind herself with surprising flexibility and undid a snap, freeing her breasts. Chad stared as Kelly’s boobs burst free of their constraints, her puckered nipples close to his face.

“I do trust you,” Chad said.

“Then show me, little prince,” Kelly said. “Forget all about your troubles at work and just be here with me, in my lap.”

Chad leaned forward, opening his cute small mouth for Kelly’s big womanly nipple.

“Suck,” Kelly insisted. With one hand on the back of Chad’s head, she pulled his mouth onto her tit, moaning at the feel of his warm wet mouth and tongue on her sensitive skin. Chad began to suck his girlfriend’s breast, sitting in her lap, the feel of her strong thighs under him, supporting his small weight. They’d danced around this act before, but never had it taken on such an intense dynamic. Chad mouth tugged at his girlfriend’s breast eagerly as she stroked his hair, cooing soft words into his ears. The whole experience dripped with maternalistic vibes, with a power dynamic that was becoming increasingly obvious. In Chad’s need to seek comfort from Kelly, shelter from Ms. Belmont and Selina, he had only created a deepening dependency on his assertive girlfriend.

Kelly’s hips bucked slightly under Chad as he sucked. And then, like a washing wave, he felt the beginning of the familiar pins and needles, the feeling he’d experienced once before. He was starting to shrink. Chad put a hand on Kelly’s other breast, trying to back off her nipple, but his hand on her sensitive boob only pleased her. Kelly was lost in a haze of pleasure, and the small struggles of her cute boyfriend made her feel powerful and in control. She knew what was best for him. He was just feeling insecure as their relationship evolved.

Chad could feel Kelly’s nipple seeming to thicken in his mouth, her thighs under him swelling out compared to his own legs. He squirmed in desperation and finally Kelly’s hand on his head relaxed. She looked down at him, perplexed. “Are you okay honey?” Kelly said.

“It’s happening again!” Chad cried out in a small voice.

Kelly’s eyed widened as she looked down at him. She could literally see her boyfriend shrinking, dwindling, becoming smaller and cuter in her lap. “You’re shrinking!” Kelly exclaimed in awe. “Oh yes, baby. Get smaller for me.”

Chad tried to shake his head, but also felt the urge to please his girlfriend.

“N…no, I…I’m scared. I don’t want to shrink again. I wanted you to protect me,” Chad said, pins and needles sweeping over his body. Kelly’s hips seemed to widen and her head seemed to rise higher. Her expression was one of elation and empathy.

“I am going to protect you, my precious boy…friend,” Kelly said. “My shrinking helpless boy.”

Chad’s eyes widened. Kelly was stroking his back and he opened his mouth instinctively, taking his girlfriend’s nipple into his mouth, opening wider than before, using one hand to cup her huge breast.

“That’s it, suck on mommy Kelly’s tit,” Kelly moaned. “Get smaller and cuter for me. Oh gosh, this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened. Your little mouth feels so good on my nipple.”

Chad sucked harder, pressing his small face into the warm boob of his girlfriend, humping her thick thigh gently, urged on by her sultry voice.

“Oh sweetie, I want to be your guardian,” Kelly gasped. “I want it to be legal and real. Did you know they have a new way for that to be real? It’s the latest vulni-fad, a lifestyle option just passed into law.”

Chad moaned into Kelly’s breast. He felt her stroking his hair, gazing down at him, watching every subtle change in his shrinking form. “Look how small you are now,” Kelly said. “Probably not much over three-foot. I wonder. You’re a perfect candidate for the new law. You can make me like your guardian, your protector….like your mommy-girlfriend.”

Chad squirmed and pulled back from Kelly’s wet nipple. He shivered, feeling the fading sensation of his shrinking. “But….but…”

Kelly smiled down at her shocked boyfriend. “It’s better that way, don’t you think?” Kelly asked. “The way you should be. My boyfriend. Mine, so I can watch over you.”

Chad swallowed down his humiliation. He was sitting in his girlfriend’s lap, now struggling to contend with the extent of her love of the vulni-chic dynamic. Kelly’s big buoyant breasts, nipples glazed with Chad’s saliva, called to him, to something deep inside his essence.

Chad closed his eyes, the smell of Kelly’s sex and body in his nose, her sweat and hormones. The sound of her deep breaths set a rhythm his body tried to match, like his heartbeat was drawn to sync with the feminine pulse of life around him. Chad finally nodded, his eyes close.

“You are so cute,” Kelly said. “I know this has been a hard experience for you. I want to help you through it. I want you to try saying it for me. It’ll be our secret, Chad. But I want you to say it just this once for me. Call me Mommy Kelly.”

Chad lifted his gaze to Kelly’s eyes. She looked down at him softly, urging him on with her expression. Chad watched as her tongue slipped out over the corner of her mouth, licking her lip a little.

“I want to do it,” Chad said. “For you to be my guardian. I can’t stand up to the Nexifem ladies anymore. I don’t know where to turn other than you Kelly. It really is kind of like you’re my…mommy. Please don’t tell anyone about this. Please, Mommy Kelly.”

Kelly bit her lip and looked down at Chad, her eye-lids lowered. “Good boy,” Kelly cooed. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, except maybe a couple of very close friends. But they are women I trust, women who will understand.”

Chad knew he had little say in Kelly’s decision. He could only be thankful for the promise she’d made. “Thank you,” he said.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Kelly said. “Now, why don’t you get down onto your feet so we can see how small you are?”

Chad pulled on leg over Kelly’s thigh and dropped down to the floor between his girlfriend’s parted legs. Kelly sat up and grinned. Chad’s shoulders were barely higher than the top of her knees as she sat on his sofa. He looked positively tiny, like a sort of animated doll sized man.

“Oh gawd, look how adorable you are,” Kelly said. Her hand drifted down between her legs, stroking the crotch of her leggings.

Kelly stood up, wearing only her runners and tight leggings. Her big breasts bounced and swayed in the open air, puffy nipples jutting out. Chad staggered backward as Kelly stood, shocked as her crotch was now level with his forehead. “Oh my gawd!” Chad cried

Kelly laughed in a friendly way. “Well, some guys online call me a goddess,” she said. “But I’ll take that as a compliment. You’re so tiny now!”

Chad stood on his toes, looking up at his towering girlfriend. “Everything looks different to me now,” he said.

“Mmm…I bet,” Kelly said. “This is so cool.” She patted Chad on the head gently.

Chad wrapped his arms around Kelly’s warm tree trunk-like thighs. “I love you Mommy Kelly,” he said.

Kelly moaned, her voice filling Chad’s small apartment. Chad felt her hand on the back of his head. “I love you too, precious,” she said. “Now, show Momma how much you love her. I think you know what to do.”

Chad started to kiss the crotch of Kelly’s leggings, standing on his toes to reach where he knew her clitoris would be.

Kelly gasped above him. “Oh honey, it’s like you’ve been trained for this,” she cooed. “Just a little higher, cutie; you can do it. There you go. That’s it. Practice makes perfect…ohhh…kiss me right there. Mmmmm….”

———

The next day Chad found himself standing before a woman wearing the robes of an official magistrate or judge. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know much about how the legal system worked, and there had been changes while he’d been in the Adtenuo Tank. The woman had grey in the thick mass of hair she’d pinned up in a bun. Chad guessed the magistrate was in her late forties or early fifties. Kelly stood next to Chad in the empty room. Her daughter stood further back in the room, watching as a witness.

“Young man, are you aware of what the new vulni-chic guardian law entails?” The magistrate asked. She looked down from her elevated desk over a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.

Chad hesitated. “Um, I think so,” he said. “Kelly will become my guardian. Like, my protector and partner.”

The magistrate cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows. “Well, yes,” she said. “But that’s only part of it. This law was passed to help move forward some of the social changes occurring in our nation, to accelerate the shift to a female-led society. It seems to be for the best, in many cases I have seen. But you should be aware of what it means. It does appear that you are especially…um…eager, to embrace the new emerging order.”

Chad felt Kelly’s hand rest on his shoulder as she stood next to him. “What do you mean?” Chad asked.

“Well it means that you will lose your right to vote, transferring your voting power to your female guardian,” the magistrate explained. “You will also lose your right to own private property, to help rebalance the material inequalities of previous centuries. Your guardian will become your representative. You will also be entered into a registry as a new class of male in society. Any contract you have with an employer will now involve your guardian, but if it was signed before your status-change, it will mean you no longer have certain rights to negotiate. There are some other minor details, but I will leave you to look them up.”

Chad felt a growing shock at what this status change would mean in his life, how it would formalize processes already underway, enshrining into law his submissive and lower position. Kelly would gain a whole new level of power over him. Worse, other women would also gain a new level of legal advantage and privilege compared to his position. Chad swallowed down a hot mixture of fear. He wanted to please Kelly. Her maternal presence only pushed him to want it more than ever. But he also feared what signing the legal papers for his guardianship would mean for his future.

“Well, I think it may be for the best given recent events in my life,” Chad said. He heard Kelly’s daughter, Maeve, giggle in the background.

The magistrate seemed to size Chad up with her eyes, her expression showing only a hint of bemusement. “Very well. We can sign the papers for the Affirmative Guardianship Status after a brief check has been done on any prior claimants,” she said.

“Prior claimants?” Kelly asked. “Isn’t he one of the first to sign up for the AGS?”

“Actually, he is the very first,” the magistrate replied, nodding. “I guess most men are still too reluctant to embrace the progressive changes improving all our lives. However, women are able to file claims to guardianship status on individual men. If multiple women seek guardianship, there will have to be a negotiation between them.”

“Don’t I decide who I get to be with?” Chad asked.

The magistrate shook her head. “That wouldn’t be in line with the AGS. The whole idea here is to place you into the care and custodianship of a woman or group of women who know what is best for you.”

“I see,” Kelly said. She sighed and played with Chad’s hair gently. “Well, I guess that makes sense. Otherwise a woman could simply pressure a small guy like Chad into becoming her guardian, with no one to get in her way.”

“Exactly,” the magistrate said. “I am sure the AGS law will be amended over time, but this is how it is for now.”

The older woman tapped on a screen at her desk. “Hmm…it appears there have indeed already been some claimants on Chadwick’s guardianship,” she said.

Chad’s eyes widened. “Who?”

“Let’s see here,” the magistrate said. Chad could see her clicking and scrolling through menus on her screen. “Ah, well there are three different claims: Nexifem Incorporated, Stacy Belmont, and Selina Perez. You seem to be quite popular, young man.”

“What? A corporation can file a claim?” Kelly asked.

“Oh my gawd,” Chad exclaimed. “You can’t be serious. I have to negotiate with them before Kelly can become my guardian under the AGS change?”

“Not you, honey,” Kelly said. “I’ll have to. I am sure they’ll understand, once we explain how things are. Your opinion does matter.”

“A little bit,” said the magistrate. “But if he wants to proceed, you will need to sort this issue out. Please note that this is not common. I’m sorry you have to go through this. Do you want me to give you the contact details for the other claimants?”

“Yes, please,” Kelly said.

Chad stared at the ground as his girlfriend talked to the magistrate. Kelly was explaining their history and the nature of their relationship and where he worked.

Chad’s small size had made him an object of desire, but not in the way he’d ever imagined. The idea of Ms. Belmont or Selina becoming his guardian frightened him deeply. What would it mean to become almost a form of property. It already felt like Nexifem owned him as a corporate asset. Now they were trying to make it legal and formal.

“Thank you,” Kelly said.

“Of course,” the magistrate said. “Could you sign here, Chadwick?”

Chad numbly signed a paper held out so he could reach it. “Did you sort it out?” he asked, looking up at Kelly. The magistrate took the paper back.

“Nearly,” Kelly said. “We’re going to have to meet with some ladies though, or maybe just me on my own. I’m not surprised other women desire you. I mean, look at how vulni you are! But I’m not going to let you go.”

The magistrate smiled. “I’m sure you’ll get what you want,” she said. “It doesn’t seem like you can be bought off.”

Kelly shook her head.

“Now that the process has been initiated, there is no reversal,” the magistrate said. “Chadwick’s signature has formalized the AGS process.”

“I can’t back out of this?” Chad asked, his eyes wide. He began to regret signing the paper Kelly had put before him. Flashbacks of being hired to Nexifem passed through his mind.

“No,” the magistrate answered. “You are now the first man to agree to AGS. I suspect you will receive a great deal of media attention once the registry is updated tonight or tomorrow.”

Kelly laughed. Maeve chimed in, and Chad looked at the floor. Neither woman’s laugh was malicious, but he felt the moment of their amusement none the less.

Kelly bent down toward Chad’s ear. “Soon you’ll be all mine,” she whispered. “Mommy Kelly won’t let the scary ladies take you.”

Chad put his hand into Kelly’s and they left the magistrate’s chambers together, followed by Maeve, who snapped pictures of them. She cooed at how cute the “happy couple” looked, and chattered about whether any other men might ever become small like Chad. “Oh my gawd, imagine if more guys ever become his size, right?” Maeve exclaimed. “I mean, most guys are a bit smaller, but not like that.”

All Chad wanted to do was to snuggle up in Kelly’s lap, but a fear lurked in his mind. What would Kelly do if she found out how Selina and Ms. Belmont had made him give them cunnilingus, that he’d hidden his experiences with them? Chad felt his life once again teetering on the edge of another major change.

He wanted to believe Kelly would win guardianship over him. He had to believe it.

Underlying all his feelings was the low hum of anxiety at his diminutive size. As another work week approached, Chad trembled at the idea of facing Ms. Belmont at an even smaller size. He needed to contact Ms. Everhart. He needed to put an end to whatever process had caused him to shrink independently on two separate occasions.

Chad felt the walls closing in on him. There was no going back, just as the magistrate had said. She hadn’t even realized how right she was.

Nexifem was winning and Chad had made it all possible.

Kelly pulled Chad into her lap as they got into a car with Maeve. “Let’s go home,” Kelly said.

Chad nuzzled against Kelly’s chest. “Your home?” he asked.

“Awww…” Maeve cooed.

“Our home, little prince,” Kelly said, putting her arms around him. “You’ll live with me now.”

Chad smiled and rested his head against Kelly’s cleavage. He didn’t say anything. It was for the best. His wage cut at Nexifem meant this was the perfect solution to a looming problem. Another piece of his independence and ego dissolved away in the lap of his amazonian girlfriend.