A Blemish on the Curve, Ch. 18

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Lucas stared straight at Brooke, his whole body going numb as the periphery of his office seemed to close darkly around him. He couldn’t have heard right…either that or Brooke was playing around with him. He blinked as his eyes narrowed slightly onto Brooke’s, the deep green of her irises seeming to bore in on him as she looked at him steadily.

“C-come on Brooke, look a little closer,” he said, noticing with alarm how anemic and ashen his voice sounded. He managed to cover up his tone with a little chuckle, but it died away in the air when he saw that Brooke wasn’t changing her expression. She wasn’t actually being playful at all, but she humored him, taking a step closer and double-checking the stadiometer measurement. Lucas became suddenly aware of the proximity of her large warm breasts, pressing tightly into her torn dress.

“I got it right the first time,” she said, nodding her head up at the number. “72 inches. That’s 6 feet even.”

“Uh, Brooke…heheh, would you knock it off, please?” chuckled Lucas, starting to feel lightheaded. “I…uh, we…we’ve been through enough nonsense already this morning.”

“You’re 6 feet tall Lucas,” declared Brooke flatly, taking a step back and putting her hands on her hips, like she was surveying his entire frame from top to bottom. “Yep…6 feet…not a smidgen less.”

Lucas put his hand up on the measuring arm, holding it in place, as he turned around to read the measurement for himself. The pointer was directly on the “72” marker — Brooke was right. And even worse, it had become excruciatingly, shockingly clear what was going on.

“You’re shrinking, Lucas…you’ve…you’ve actually shrunk,” whispered Brooke, her eyes getting wider and wider by the second as they travelled rapidly up and down Lucas’s body. Lucas mindlessly stepped off the stadiometer, his eyes going all the way down to the middle of Brooke’s forehead. He was still taller than her, but it was hardly much of a difference anymore…less than three inches. He didn’t know what to say, and for several seconds they both just stood there, with Brooke’s eyes hungrily studying him, drinking in the reality of his new shrunken size, and the wild process by which it had happened.

“Every time you cum,” said Brooke, in that same bubbling, hushed whisper, “You shrink. Every time you cum, you –“

“N-Now…now hold on a minute Brooke,” interrupted Lucas, desperately flailing about in his brain for some way out of this horror show, “We…we don’t know that’s what’s causing –“

“You were 6’1 when you came in today,” said Brooke, taking her turn to swiftly interrupt. “I’ve made you cum four times this morning…four, Lucas…I’m an inch and a quarter taller than I was when I came in. There was that one growth spurt I had in the lab, which made me 5’8 and a quarter…but I’m an inch taller than that now, Lucas…and you’re an inch shorter. It’s the cum that does it, Lucas…it makes me bigger and it makes you — “

“I get it Brooke, yes…you don’t have to spell it out,” snapped Lucas, feeling the panic mix with a sense of crushing, impending dread that was weighing him steadily down like a plate of lead. “I…I d-don’t know how this is happening.” It was already hard enough for Lucas to deal with a bubbly, playful, flirtatious Brooke, throwing her growing tits around in his face, but somehow, Brooke’s fixated, trembling whisper was ten times more imposing and intimidating. With a wild, uncontrollable sense of desperation, Lucas felt himself starting to harden again.

“I made you shorter,” whispered Brooke, taking a step towards him, her big breasts bouncing slightly with her movement. Lucas felt his heart starting to pound behind his breast plate as his eyes were drawn to the enlarged swerve and curve of Brooke’s hips. She wasn’t even cocking them to the side…they had just gotten that thick and wide.

“I made you shorter,” she repeated, now close enough for Lucas to be able to smell the sweet heaviness of her breath, “And I made you smaller, Lucas, just by swallowing your cum.”

“Brooke,” Lucas heard himself say, tensing his whole body up in a barely-controlled frenzy of self-defense, “Stop it…stop this…this behavi–“

“Right in there, Lucas,” intoned Brooke, blinking her big green eyes slightly up at him as her long tongue slithered forth from her mouth, licking around her fuller lips in one rapid wetting motion, and then opening up her mouth with a lazy, sticky-sounding drawl. Lucas felt the breath catch behind his lungs as he saw thin little lines of saliva lengthening out between her parted lips.

“Aaaaaaa, right down that deep dark hole of my hungry, hungry throat,” she said dirtily, starting to moan. “I swallowed your big fat load over and over and over and OVER again…and I drank away your size, Lucas. It’s happening. Look at you…look at us! I’m already almost as tall as you!” She made hungry, satisfied munching noises with her lips and tongue, and her throat bulged over and over as she mimed Ankara escort swallowing his cum again and again.

“Mmnnammnammnammm…*gulpgulpgulp*…all the way down, Lucas,” she breathed, now practically up in his face. “Oh my god this is tooooo perfect! We don’t even have to wait for my morning growths for me to get bigger than you! I can just make you burst deep in my throat, over and over, so I can suck up all your cum and swallow it down into my belly.” Brooke gathered up some of her stomach flesh and jiggled it. “Mmmmmmm, and then you’ll get smaller and smaller right before my eyes, as I get bigger and bigger and BIGGER…until we’re just like we were back at the restaurant last night…with me palming your weak little head as you suckle on my biggggg breast like a little baby.”

That did it for Lucas. He had reached a crossroads in this awful predicament. There were two ways this thing could go — either he resisted her and kept his life, his position at Braden, his self-respect, and any semblance of his manhood…or he crumbled before her, and let her turn him into that pathetic, infantilized, babbling little mess of a creature from the previous night. Lucas’ cock fought desperately forth in his pants for the latter option…he stared at Brooke, whose mouth was starting to curve upward in a mischievous smile, as her eyes went wider still in expectation. She was licking her lips again at him, undulating her tongue back and forth as she looked down at his tenting cock, then back to his face, then back down to his cock again.

“Let me SUCK on your cock again!” she burst out in a ravenous, crazed voice, and her hands shot down like lightning towards his crotch. She grasped hold of his dick with two hands and started pumping and twisting it desperately, as she angled herself downward to unbuckle his pants again.

“NO BROOKE!!” shouted Lucas, backing away from her out of sheer self-preserving instinct. He felt his hard length slip out of the pumping vice of her hands. “NO! Th-this…this is NOT going to happen!”

“Come on Lucas, let me have it,” begged Brooke, her hands outstretched as she went after him again. “Give it to me…you know you want it…you know you can’t resist me. I’m gonna make you cum so much that you’ll be a short, skinny, cross-eyed little man, hahahaha! Come on Lucas! Stop running away! Feed me! Give me what I want…what we both want! Make me growwwww!”

Brooke was now essentially chasing Lucas around his office, licking her lips at him as her eager hands reached downward towards his aching cock. Lucas went around his desk…Brooke followed…he went around the other way…Brooke followed him again. It was pure insanity. He felt his mind cracking, but he grit his teeth down, breathing forcefully out of his nose as he rounded his desk for a third time, getting around his big, black leather chair, and standing behind it, using it as a kind of shield.

“Brooke…you…you have to stop this…RIGHT NOW,” panted Lucas, locking his jaw firmly in place. “This…this is unacceptable behavior.”

“Awww what are you gonna do Lucas?” taunted Brooke, trying to go around the big chair. Lucas rebuffed her, keeping behind it. “What are you gonna do?” she repeated, laughing. “Cum down my throat? Is that what you’re gonna do, Lucas? I think so…I think so!”

“If…if you don’t stop,” said Lucas, recovering himself and for the first time speaking with authoritative firmness, “Then I’ll cancel your participation in the nanobot trial.”

Brooke paused, blinking. Lucas held firm behind the chair. He had finally done it…he had finally managed to hit a nerve. He could feel the promise of his old life, of the control and stature of his job, all coming rushing back into his body. He stood up straighter, tightening his grip on the black leather.

“No you won’t,” laughed Brooke suddenly as she shook her head, apparently unimpressed by the threat.

“Oh I absolutely will,” replied Lucas instantly with growing energy. “And not just that, Brooke. I’ll bar you from ever participating in it ever again…under any conditions.”

“You don’t have that kind of authority here,” returned Brooke, still smiling. But her voice had gone a little flat, and Lucas was heartened to see that there was something like fear flickering in those deep green eyes.

“You don’t think so?” asked Lucas, taking brutal pleasure out of his position of power. He reached down and snatched the phone off the hook, shaking it in Brooke’s face. “Try me. Want me to call Rick right now, hmmm? I’ll do it, Brooke. And don’t think for a second that I won’t.”

Brooke had become as still as a statue. She had rapidly shed all the externalities of humor that had been bubbling in her complexion. Her mouth was still open a little; it had been an eager smile moments before, but now the corners of her mouth had dropped. Her outstretched hands fell to her sides as she blinked for a few seconds, looking puzzled as she wrapped her Escort Ankara mind around the situation. Lucas watched her with the burgeoning thrill of victory.

“You don’t want to help me get bigger?” asked Brooke in a low voice, her big eyes blinking at him. Lucas realized with something like surprise that Brooke wasn’t just puzzled and confused over his resolve…she was starting to get upset.

“You’ll grow a quarter of an inch every morning at 8am,” replied Lucas in a business-like tone, rotating his head slightly to the side with an air of swift professionalism. “You’re lucky enough to be part of one of the most promising, cutting-edge technology trials on the planet, but if that’s not enough for you, Brooke, then I don’t know what else to say to you.”

Brooke looked at him long and hard for another few moments, her eyes narrowing at him, like she was trying to will his mind into changing. It occurred to Lucas that she might have even been trying something odd, something strange…like attempting to mind-control him. Had she had that power…the previous night? Was she trying desperately to recall it? To retrieve it? Lucas didn’t know, but the mere thought of such a thing sent a chill down his spine.

And then, quite suddenly, Brooke’s mouth shut closed like a box.

“Ok…Mr. Mineur,” she said curtly, and then turned on her heel, striding back to her desk. Lucas watched her go, hardly managing to believe that he had won…that he had forced her to back down. He glanced down at his chair and saw that both hands had gone totally white from their tight grip. He let go of the black leather, watching it slowly return to its old form as he smiled to himself, shaking his head.

For the rest of the day, Brooke essentially gave Lucas the cold shoulder. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like to Lucas, compared to how she had been behaving towards him earlier in the day. She followed orders, doing exactly what Lucas told her to do without any complaints, but she did so with a noticeably blunted attitude. It was clear that she was extremely displeased and upset by Lucas’s rebuffing her advances, and Lucas could not have been more pleased. He typed out emails to everyone…he went around to different offices, meeting with Trent and Ryan and Steve at various intervals, just because he could. In the back of his mind, he was gloating, basking in his victory, and eager to spend some time with the other guys in the office. When he was in such a good mood, being around them reinforced his own manhood.

“Got a perfect little picture of a secretary there,” chuckled Ryan as Lucas and Steve stood around his desk. “What do I need to do to get me one of those?”

“Ha! Well when you’re office manager, you know…” joked Lucas, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh yeah yeah, nice,” laughed Ryan, rolling his eyes. “I’ve gotta wait until I get a promotion, before I get some ass, huh?”

“Heheh, I…wait, what?” asked Lucas, trying to keep the lightness in his voice as he felt a dark cloud pass over his face. Had Ryan seen Brooke sucking him off earlier!?

“You know!” exclaimed Ryan, “Some nice ass to look at whenever I want? I could use some of that, let me tell you.”

“Oh…haha, yeah, right,” said Lucas, breathing an inward sigh of relief.

“I don’t know about you guys,” came Steve, “But I was too busy looking at her breasts to even notice her butt.”

“Yeah, well…she’s got some, how do you say? Junk in the trunk,” returned Ryan, eying Lucas humorously.

“Heh, yeah, she sure does,” chuckled Lucas. He was feeling better than he had been feeling all day.

“But her boobs though!” said Steve again, cupping where they would be on his own chest. “You see those things bounce when she moves!?”

“Trust me Steve,” laughed Lucas, “I spend a lot of time with her in my office. Don’t think I don’t look up every once in a while for the eye candy.”

“I mean…damn!” exclaimed Steve, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you get any work done, Lucas.”

“Well maybe if you had my self-control you’d already be an office manager,” quipped Lucas, his eyebrows going up.

“Touche sir, touche,” laughed Steve.

“Well the way that she’s growing and everything…shit,” said Ryan, “I’d have already done her. But no, instead of a hot brunette with big tits and a big ass, I’m stuck here working with Steve.”

“Hah! Well, just keep your eyes on the prize,” laughed Lucas, then quickly adding, “But, you know…not my secretary. She’s off limits for any of you.”

“Oho, lookie here!” came Trent’s voice as he poked his head into Ryan’s office. “Getting a little protective of your secretary, huh Lucas?”

“I am not!” laughed Lucas as he felt a cold shudder of anger go through him as he turned to face Trent. His next-in-line-to manager colleague was looking a good deal taller than him; Trent was 6’2, and unbeknownst to him, two whole inches taller than him now. Lucas inflated his chest slightly as he stretched Escort Bayan himself up as tall as he could go. “I just know it’s a horrible idea, and bad company policy in general, to let coworkers date each other. The last thing we need here at Braden is more drama.”

“Well, agree to disagree there, Lucas,” chuckled Trent, stepping into the room and growing bigger in Lucas’s estimation. “I think we could all use a little spice in our mundane little office existence.”

“Mundane!?” cried Lucas, reminding himself not to let Trent get him flustered. “Are you kidding me, Trent!? We’re doing human trials on next-generation nanobots that could change the world!”

“Yeah, and we’re four or five dudes talking about synthetic molecular motors over our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every lunch break,” replied Trent, causing Ryan and Steve to chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind having a little something different to talk about for a change.”

“Well it’s not gonna be any inter-office drama involving Br-…my secretary,” responded Lucas. To lighten his own tone, he laughed and pointed, first at Trent and then at Ryan and Steve respectively.

“She’s hands-off to you and you and you!” he teased. Trent looked at him steadily, and Lucas wondered whether Trent had any inkling of what had actually been going on. Steve sighed and protested in jest.

“What about James?” asked Ryan.

“What about him?” Lucas replied, confident in the trajectory of the conversation.

“Does he get a shot at her?” Ryan inquired.

“James? Haha well you should’ve seen him and Brooke making eye contact earlier,” laughed Lucas. “It would be a shame to break up something that’s obviously already in progress.”

“Aww she’s waaaayyy too hot for James!” protested Ryan, with Steve nodding.

“Well maybe she’s looking for something other than ex-frat dude nerd who drinks himself into a stupor at fancy bars every weekend,” mocked Lucas.

“Hey! Woah! Low blow!” laughed Ryan, furrowing his brow as he spread his arms innocently.

“I tell it like I see it,” responded Lucas, shrugging. He was becoming increasingly aware of Trent’s silent presence beside him — he could feel Trent looking at him, studying him. He needed to get out of there, before Trent realized that he had gotten shorter. “Ok, so anyway — back to those synthetic molecular motors,” he joked, backing out of the office and striding freely down the hallway, safe at last, and alive from the success of the exchange.

When he got back to his office, however, he saw that Brooke wasn’t there. He stood in the doorway, scratching his head. A sudden thought — that Brooke had actually just walked off the job — popped up in his head, and Lucas couldn’t avoid noticing that his eyes searched around for a few quick moments in some kind of strange panic. But her briefcase was there…her laptop was there…everything was still there. She had probably just gone to the bathroom.

“Looking for your secretary?” came Sophia’s voice behind him. Lucas rolled his eyes and copped an attitude as he turned around. Sophia was already out ahead of him in the attitude department, leaning against the door frame of her adjacent office, her arms folded across her chest.

“Just…coming back from a little meeting is all,” said Lucas, folding his own arms.

“Oh I heard,” said Sophia, inclining her head toward Ryan’s office. “Sounded like some super important action items were covered.”

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude to eavesdrop?” asked Lucas, already becoming a little annoyed. Sophia’s eyes were narrowed at him, and her stare was even more intent than Trent’s had been. “And anyway, Brooke’s just probably in the restroom or something.”

“I sent Brooke home,” said Sophia bluntly.

“You what!?” cried Lucas, blinking a few times in blank rage.

“I sent her home,” repeated Sophia, totally unmoved by Lucas’s reaction. “Her dress was torn down the middle, and her breasts were about to pop out at any second. That’s no way for a young woman to be dressed at Braden, I’m sure you’d agree. Especially when there’s little conversations going on like the one I just heard. And so yes, I sent her back home to put on the clothes we shopped for this weekend. It looks like she’s had quite a growth spurt, so it seems like those clothes should fit fine now.”

“You…you have no authority to send my secretary home like that!” exclaimed Lucas, almost choking on his anger.

“No?” asked Sophia calmly, “Well would you prefer that Dave hears about our promising new employee being forced to work in your office with her big naked tits bouncing all over the place? Think that’ll fly over well with management, when they hear that you’re abusing the privileges you’ve been given?”

“I’m…not abusing anything!” replied Lucas heatedly.

“Well then I’m sure you agree with me sending her home to change clothes then,” said Sophia coolly. “It was the right thing to do, Lucas, and since you were too busy gawking at her chest, and then pal-ing around with the guys about it afterward, I did it for you.”

“Don’t…don’t ever tell my secretary what to do again, ok?” Lucas intoned angrily. He didn’t even wait for Sophia’s reaction before he turned and slammed his office door closed.

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