Growing into the Job, Post 429: Hi Again, Jerry...p2

“Hiiii there…” Shanette purred as she, Josie and Katie stepped into the room to join me and this man. He had come to the office looking for a job, his hair slicked back and dressed in a polo shirt, trying to look presentable. Shanette and the others had known him from before, “It’s so nice to see you again…Jerry.”

The name rolled around her tongue and immediately I felt the energy coming from the three of them. They were buzzing, bulging, bursting with it. 

“Yeah hi Jerry,” Katie cooed, her eyes flashing. She tossed her mane of bleach blonde hair over her shoulder and closed the door behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder for a moment, her brilliant eyes locking onto his. I saw her struggle, like we all did some times, to hold back some newly awakened ability. 

The man, caught in her gaze, had not replied. His face had gone wide in disbelief. When I had greeted him earlier at the entrance of the building his face, I think, had done something similar. I had felt his gaze go from my feet, up my figure, and finally to my face. He was impressed, stunned by my body, but now, in front of  these three girls, he was apparently shocked even more. He had known them before, and now they looked so much different.

“Thanks for bringing him in, Lakshmi,” Shanette finished. She and Josie, like myself, were both dressed in pink scrubs while Katie wore a pink blouse and black pencil skirt. Pink was the uniform of the day, for the ribbon-cutting, at Melissa’s request.

“Yes, Lakshmi, thank you,” followed Josie. She was carrying a clipboard, one I recognized from the front desk. She was seemingly all business, but she was also chewing gum, which was unusual for her. Come to think of it, no one called me by my full name around the office anymore. Instead they had all taken to nicknames: ‘Kiki’, ‘Keeks’, ‘BoomBoom’ haha. It made me think that they all wanted to come across as very serious here. Professional. Despite the fact that I knew they were all just about ready to pop with excitement, they needed to look cool. Calm. Collected. Josie stepped right up to him. He was not a short guy, but Josie, at her new height, easily stood eye to eye with him - and though she was much younger she came across as taller, more authoritative.

Her commanding presence obviously shocked him, and seeing this her smile became crooked and she fixed him with a smoldering glare, sizing him up. She was more than likely twenty years younger than him and she used to be his office girl. Now, though, she certainly carried the weight of more authority. We all did. “Hi Jerry,” she purred, looking right into his eyes, “You're quiet. Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“H-h-hi Josie,” the man stammered. He was obviously nervous. He had been nervous this whole time. Melissa had asked me to  bring him here so he could do his job interview with Josie, Shanette and Katie. I had also been told to get some equipment ready; it was right here in the room with us allowing me the excuse to watch from the other side of the room as I worked on the device’s settings. We were in one of the procedure rooms in the Aesthetics Department, part of the new wing. No windows, or notable features, only sterile, white walls. 

Katie stepped right up to him, followed by Shanette. I could read it in the two of them, and in Josie as well, the moment they all realized how much taller they were than him. They were excited.

Josie had told me that this guy, Jerry Miller, was their old boss. All three of them, along with Randi, Amelia, Stephanie, and of course Melissa had been salespeople and office workers over at the car dealership.That was before Melissa was hired here. Mr. Miller was, at the time, the General Manager there and, with the way the girls talked about him, he sounded like he was quite a di-....kind of a perv-....not all that easy to work for. Anyway, soon after Melissa became our Office Manager, she offered all of the girls new jobs, and brought them over to FHMA.. 

“How long has it been Jerry? Since we last seen each other? Two months?” Katie asked, reaching up to take hold of the collar of his navy-blue ‘Wellspring Honda’ polo. Standing at almost 6’4” in her white heels she towered over him by nearly six inches, and he was struggling already to keep her gaze and not glance down the open neckline of her pink, silken blouse. We all had big boobs now; Katie’s were big originally and now were some of the biggest. They seemed to be too much for the poor msn to handle. “Obviously, a lot has changed,” Katie snickered as she pushed out her chest

“Yeah, have you gotten shorter?” Shanette asked, fighting back a sly grin and squishing up to his side. She, unlike Katie, did not need heels to dwarf him. After Melissa, Shanette was the tallest of all of us. Even in her white clinic sneakers she stood at 6’3”. Her breasts were maybe the biggest too. She looked down on him, her eyes taking his gaze from Katie, and put a hand on his right shoulder. “Honestly, Jerry, you seem shorter.”

Mr. Miller, of course, had not gotten any shorter. These three girls, however - his ex-employees - had all grown taller. Much taller. They surrounded him, now, encircling him like a pride of huge, majestically gorgeous lionesses around a trembling deer. 

“So, Jerry,” Josie asked, a mischievous smile curling the edge of her lips as she looked down at her clipboard, slowly pulling a pen out from behind her ear, “we have some questions.” Glancing over from across the room, I could see the paper on the board myself: it was blank. They knew what they were going to do already;  they just wanted this “job interview” to look official. “Tell us, why do you want to work for Far Horizons…?”

“Yeah, Jerry,” Katie growled, she-lion that she was, “we used to work for you…” She bit her lower lip again and, with a fetching display of well-practiced flirtatiousness, straightened his collar and ran a single, manicured finger down his chest. The poor man obviously stood no chance. Her hair was so big and so blond, her heavy makeup was flawless warpaint. “…why exactly do you want to come and work for us?”

“It’s Melissa isn’t it?” Shanette answered for him, pushing herself into his shoulder and causing the man to visibly shudder. “You always liked talking to us at work, chatting us up, bothering us at our desks,” she continued, “but you were obsessed with Missy.”

“You really were…” purred Katie, running her fingers back up the shorter man’s chest, to cup his chin. 

“And you saw her on the news, didn’t you?” Josie asked, pretending to scribble something down onto the clipboard. Between Josie, Shanette, and Katie they had him nearly sandwiched. “You saw her interview, you saw how gorgeous she’s gotten, and-“

“And you wanted to see her again, didn’t you, Jerry?” Shanette pressed. Her breasts were now visibly squashed around his right shoulder, and the man was beginning to melt. The perfumes of all three of them - mine too, to be honest - hung in a cloud around him. 

I knew a little about what was happening, I had begun to come to some conclusions myself. These perfumes were pheromones, and we all made them. They were similar to ones that came from Melissa, similar to what this man, Jerry Miller, had been exposed to in the past. He had been without them, now, for several months, and he did not even know it himself but he missed them. Well, it was more like he subconsciously craved them. I had seen it in his face when he stepped into the building and took his first breath of its air. Laced with artificial pheromones made to mimic Melissa’s, it struck him like he was a junkie taking his first hit in ages. My own enhanced, but more natural, pheromones had quickly added to the effect, and now here he was, surrounded by us. The girls, as soon as they’d stepped into the room, had let their perfumes pour out and he was now swimming in them. Sinking, drowning, to be more precise. 

They squashed in closer. 

“So, Jerry, if you’re going to leave your job and come work for Melissa here,” Josie continued, still pretending like she was writing something on her clipboard, “You should know what the job entails.”

Mr. Miller nodded.

“He seems eager to help,” Katie commented.

“He really does,” Shanette agreed.

Josie went on to describe what sort of job they could make for him, here at the new Far Horizons Evolution Center. The women, of course, were in charge, she explained, but they did have some men on payroll. Quite a few, actually, though no one saw them too much. She was describing Melissa’s “monkeys”, of course, the men in the basement, and using the term “payroll” sort of creatively. As far as I knew, the men were not being paid but just being given food and housing for their services. That, and the chance to be nearer to her.

“We have enough gardeners, and maintenance guys, and cleaner-uppers,” Josie continued, still looking down at her empty sheath of paper, flipping through it for show. She comped on her gum. “But I don’t know if we yet have someone to sweep the parking lot…”

“Yeah that guy with the weird beard does that,” Shanette said. She’d taken to slowly rubbing his back.

“Oh yeah,” Josie nodded, checking her “list”. She bit the tip of her pen, pretending to be deep in thought, “How about - valet parker. You could park our cars for us?”

“That’s that Jamaican dude,” Katie offered, still holding Mr. Miller’s chin, “the cute-ish one.”

“Oh yeah, hmmm…hm hm hm…” Josie pondered. Then she looked over at me. “How about you, Ms. Vallurupalli, what do you think? What might be a good job for little Jerry here?”

I myself had, to this point, been staying quiet. This was a moment between Mr. Miller and his former employees, who had now far outgrown him. I was being asked for an opinion, though, something he could do.

“How about the laundry?” I offered, from where I was standing, watching, near the piece of equipment I’d soon be asked to use on him, “The new girls are all moving in, like fifty of them, and we’ll be here soon. I do not think they have anyone assigned yet to the laundry room in the second sub-basement?”

“Oooo that’s a good one Ki-...Ms. Vallurupalli..!” Shanette sang.

“Yeah, would you be up for that, Jerry?” Katie beamed, “Taking care of all our clothes for us?”

“Waiiiit…You wouldn’t perv out on our bras, would you?” Shanette asked.

“Omigod he totally would,” Katie answered.

“Okay okay…” Josie nodded, pretending to look through some notes, chewing her gum noisily, “How about he just does the men’s laundry? All the monkey clothes?”

“Yeah that’d work,” Shanette agreed.

“They each have, like, two sets of those overalls, right?” Katie added, “That’s it, right, pretty simple?”

Josie looked up at him. “How about that, Jerry? Want to work in the laundry?”

“S-sure,” he agreed, with a short stammer but no hesitation.

“We’ll have to okay that with the boss,” Josie said, making some checks on the blank papers, “but I don’t think Ms. Monroe will have any problem with it.”

At the sound of Melissa’s name, Mr. Miller’s eyes widened.

“Wow, he is so far gone,” Katie muttered, smiling, cocking his face, examining him, “We should get him in some overalls right away.” She pinched his cheek, leaned in. “You are going to look so cute in them!”

Jerry Miller blushed.

“Oh, look at you, so adorable!” Shanette sang, giggling. 

“Yeah, Jerry, most men couldn’t do this, come begging for a job from the girls who used to work for him,” Josie said, regarding him, “Like, they would just melt away, thinking that their masculinity would be gone forever.”

“Yeah but not you, Jerry,” Shanette cooed, squeezing her big breasts into the quivering man, “You have true masculinity. You’re a real man.”

“Real men know their place,” Katie added. Her hands were now on her hips. 

“Real men don’t mind working for women, supporting them,” Josie smiled. She chewed on her gum slowly; it snapped in her teeth. “Do you support Ms. Monroe, Jerry?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” he stuttered. 

“I dunno…” Katie spoke, cocking her head as she looked down at him. Her eye had become wary. “Lots of men like her tits, Jerry,” she said, “Are you just one of those?”

“Yeah, Jerry…” Shanette said, backing off of his arm, “Are you?”

“N-no, I promise,” he sputtered, sounding earnest, “I…I worship M-Melissa.”

The girls got a little quiet. I had gasped. 

“Really, Jerry, you worship her?” Katie asked, the first to speak. 

“I..I do,” he answered. He hadn’t even hesitated. 

The girls, and me…we all looked at one another. 

“Ready to, like, do anything for her?” Shanette asked. 

“Y-yeah,” he promised. “for sure.”

At that, suddenly, Josie spit out her gum. It hit Katie’s shoe, stuck to it. . 

Katie gasped, barked a laugh. 

“Go down there and pick it up,” Josie said, to Jerry. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Go ahead…” Shanette nodded, as Katie just stood, now straighter, and smiled, “get down and pick it up.”

“Yeah, you don’t think Ms. Monroe would want one of her best friends to have gum on her shoe, would you?”

“No, definitely not,” purred Shanette. 

I watched in amazement as, with Katie just standing there with her hands on her hips, this man crouched down, reached his hand towards the wad of g-

“No, with your mouth,” Josie ordered. 

“Josie..!” Shanette laughed. 

“Shhh…let’s see if he does it,” Josie gleamed, “C’mon, Jerry, on your knees. Get that gum off of Ms. O’Rourke’s pretty, white, high-heel shoe.”

“Yeah, on your knees,” someone said. 

Wait, that was me. 

Katie stood taller and merely watched as this man, her former boss that she knew considered her a ditzy salesgirl more useful as eye candy to draw in customers than a real member of the sales team, prostrated himself at her feet. 

“I bet you wish this was Melissa, huh?” Josie said, “Now get that gum.”

We all watched, holding back our giggles of glee, as Jerry Miller, former General Manager of Wellspring Honda, bent his lips down close to the tip of Katie’s white pump. He looked up, only to see Katie peering down her nose at him over the big swell of her chest. She was no longer smiling. 

Women are so fucking strong, I immediately thought, We are going to rule this planet. 

Jerry had paused. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing. 

“Go ahead, Jerry,” Katie told him, flatly. . 

He picked off Josie’s gum with his lips, drew it in. 

“Stop right there,” Josie said, before he could back away even an inch. “and kiss her foot.”

With no hesitation, looking up at Katie, regal in haughty placidity, he kissed her white, patent-leather shoe with a pucker and smack. 

“Again,” Josie commanded. 

He obeyed. Another kiss to her foot. 

“Good boy,” Josie said, “Now chew it.”

“Chew the gum,” Shanette told him. 

More slowly now, like a dim child, he obeyed. He began tentatively to chew Josie’s spat-out, discarded gum. He was still on his knees, and looking up at Katie. 

“Eat it,” Katie said. 

He paused. He stopped chewing. 

“Swallow it, now,” she said, commanded. 

He did as he was told, with a barely audible <gulp>.

The girls, all of us now, lauded him with purrs that had changed to growls.

“You have got the job,” someone said. 

That was me, again. 

“Kiki get it turned on,” Josie said, nodding at the large white device I’d readied for him. “And stand up, Jerry,” she ordered, “Where do you want him?”

“He can stand right there,” I answered, as the girls pulled Mr. Miller up to his feet. I was concentrating, having only learned how to use this device last week. I could tell he was looking at me as I prepared the unit, checking the settings on the handheld. My woman’s intuition, though, told me that instead of looking at what I was preparing to use on him, the man was staring at my butt. They all seemed to, these days. Sometimes, even at my normal weight, I felt like my rear end had its own gravity, and they were all drawn to it. 

I turned, and stepped towards him. Since he had been stood up, and still surrounded by the girls who all stood taller than him, he looked more little than ever. I clicked on the device in my hand, which was attached to the larger part of the unit by a long cord, and it started humming. Suddenly he looked nervous. 

“Jerry, oh, you’re shaking,” Shanette cooed, “What is it? Are you scared of big girls?”

“Wh-what is that?” he finally asked. 

It is a Laser-Assisted Galvanic Short-Wave Electrolysis Machine, I said to myself. He would not need to know that, though. “We are going to use it to shave your head,” I instead told him. 

“Permanently,” Josie said. 

“It’s going to remove all your hair,” Shanette added. 

“Forever, Jerry,” finished Katie. 

While I moved the buzzing instrument I held in my hand over Jerry’s scalp,his short brown hair falling off of him while the current killed his follicles, the girls held him. His head was properly bowed and while the four of us chided him and praised his obedient compliance, he stayed quiet.  Though he had a hard time not looking at Shanette’s chest.

When I was almost done, his head nearly bald, Katie spoke up to him. 

“You know Shanette’s got a boyfriend, Jerry,” she said. 

“Yeah I don’t know if Scottie would appreciate you looking at his girlfriend’s knockers,” Josie added. 

Shanette merely giggled. “It’s okay, Jerry, you can look down,” she purred, “In fact, I was guessing you might. Little guys like you get all weird these days when they look at women’s chests.”

I was done with his electrolysis. He would never grow hair again. 

Shanette reached out and rubbed his newly-bald pate. “Wanna get weird with us, Jerry?”

“The door’s closed, Jerry…” Josie commented. 

“You can pull down those pants…” Katie said. 

They are going to make him jerk off, right in front of us.

“Yeah you’ve got the job, you won’t need them anymore…”

“We’ve got some overalls for you…”

“…and a place in the basement, Jerry.”

“You will like it there, Mr. Miller.”

“You can worship all you want…”

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