"W-what do you mean?" I sputter, suddenly looking down at myself in alarm, patting my legs, "I'm not still shrinking...am I?"
I look up at her, she looks down at me with compassion.
"There's...there's..."
My eyes go wide.
Oh my god, it's true, I can feel it in my bones, the chill of sudden realization. I'm smaller than yesterday.
"What the-?! What's...what's happening? Shrinking?!?!" I spurt, as Milenka leans in to me with a "shussh" ---> My voice has begun to rise. I look around, seeing if our attendant (I forget her name; another employee of mine that I'd hired purely on bust size, many months ago) had heard me.
"If I'm...I'm...shrinking, still..." I flounder, pulse starting to quicken, "what's dong it..? I only had the one injection. It must be something...something..."
My eyes go wider still.
And fall to her breasts.
And then back to her face.
"It's...it's your milk..." I say, in a loud whisper, eyes darting back and forth, "it must be...your milk. It must be...shrinking me..."
Milenka purses her lips, and squeezes my hand with hers. She doesn't seem convinced. She seems, rather, to just be tolerating a rant.
But it's gotta be...
...right?
"Your milk...I...I..." I'm thinking out loud, here, "I've got to...not have any. I've got to...avoid it. At least...until I can talk to somebody, over there, figure out how to stop this...oh my god..."
With that, I sink my head into my hands, mind roiling with the horror of it.
Jesus christ...I'm still hard. Hard, and she knows it. She puts a pillow across my lap and looks away, for decorum's sake, but then rests her arm on it.
Milenka looks out of the window and starts thinking to herself as Grey does as he is told, stare at her breasts, which hopefully will not only calm him down, but he just might wind up playing with that dick of his for some release...like a child he needs something to play with...and it certainly does relax him...
In her own thoughts....
"Hmm, I like that he is smaller. Somehow, and I know it hurts him so, Milenka wants him to get smaller. I like being husband's Mommy. Somehow, it fills need that Milenka have. Could I have real baby, yes someday, but I like this for now. I like him to be my baby."
Milenka turns back to him and she gives him a warm smile...she see. he hasn't touched himself, but he is certainly calmer...she then places her hand back on the pillow and rubs it slowly...she can almost feel his cock through the pillow, although at this point she is helping to hide it from the other stewardess and passengers on the plane...
Speaking bashfully, but in a low voice...
"Okay, we do it your way. Husband is smarter than Milenka. We will do what he says, no milk for now. ~whispers in his ear~ You do realize that Mommy will have more and more pain from all milk inside me. I have no pump with me, was left at resort. Look at how swollen my chest is already. Oh my, I think milk is being made faster than before. Of course Mommy does not mind pain because she loves to feed her baby, but yes we do as you say, we do this experiment."
Milenka looks out of the window again, arching her back for him and showing the loveliness that are the swells of her soft and beautiful chest....but then she whispers in his ear in a soothing, loving voice....
"You know my husband, I don't mind you being smaller. In fact, Milenka kind of wishes that you would get smaller for oh so many reasons. I, somehow as Mommy, I could love you even more so if you were smaller."
I looks up at her...Milenka's face is wide with a smile, her lips big and pursed...her reaction though very sincere....
'Well, would that be so bad?" ....she asks.....
And as she asks, Milenka continues to rub the pillow on his lap and then, by arching her back again, belts out a small amount of pheromones his way.....
I look over my shoulder, nervously...where's the attendant? I don't want her seeing me as I...jesus I can't believe I'm doing this...as I start to squeeze my thickening cock through the two layers, of my pajamas and diaper, as I look at her tit...
Oh god, that feels good...
My eyes flutter but then drift back to her huge left breast. As her pheromones start to saturate the air, her voice begins to sound more and more hypnotic and seductive...she's leaned in towards me, I can almost feel her breath...
"I could love you even more if you were smaller...would that be so bad?"
If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was trying to convince me to let this happen. She said she understands...no milk for now, we can't have me shrinking...but does she mean it? No...it's just a fantasy...
"S-s-smaller..?" I question, keeping my voice low, "B-but people would start to n-notice...and I'd...I'd get weaker..." Under the pillow I'm squeezing at my cock sporadically, but I'm building up a rhythm. My eyes are planted on her boob. "...I'd need you to do more for me...l'd get less and less able to do things for myself, I'd get more and more dependent on you..."
She's breathing heavy, purposefully now, in my ear.
"I...I already need your...y-your milk," I continue, my voice a pleaful whisper, "it...it could end up I need you to...to do so many other things..." God, this is frustrating...I'm squeezing, rubbing, nearly jerking myself off, under this pillow...but these pajamas, this goddamn diaper...
"...you'd get to seem bigger and bigger to me...you'd seem stronger and stronger, and I'd start to seem so small and weak...if I keep shr-"
Suddenly she sits up, straighter, eyes front.
The attendant - has stepped out of the cockpit and is walking down the aisle. I freeze, and smile awkwardly up at her as she approaches.
"Need anything, sir, ma'am?" she asks, leaning over towards us a bit. In my state of mind, I can't help but fixate on her own full chest. My hand is still under the pillow, now motionless.
"N-no...we're, uh, fine...thanks..." I say, looking at her name badge, "...Angie." She's very pretty.
Angie smiles politely, stands, and walks down the aisle behind us, towards the back cabin.
Milenka looks down at Grey and whispers in his ear again, her breath adds to her aura and the impact she has on him..,
"Yes, husband will shrink and people will have no choice, but to notice. So what. You know that Ma Ma is here to protect you."
She sees him fumbling under the covers having a tough time trying to pleasure himself....Whispering and smiling down at him as if he truly was a child...
"Here, let Mommy help her little man."
Skillfully, Milenka sneaks her left hand under the pillow and unzips his zipper....she then takes his hand in her hand and places it square on to his cock....
"Now be a good boy and pleasure yourself while I keep whispering in your ear."
Practically kissing his ear, the hotness of Milenka's breath seems almost hypnotic to Grey....
"Yes, Mommy will need to do more for you. But, that is something that I would be willing to do for you because I love you. And, yes you will get smaller and weaker. But somehow, the thought of husband's smallness makes Mommy's milk come in more. I can feel breasts swell up, can feel myself getting bigger with thought of such smallness. You will see, Mommy will be everything you hope for, but much, much more."
Milenka looks down at her husband / child / baby with a warm smile and watches him as he goes through to motions of jerking himself off...she waits for him to finish and knows he is going to make a mess, but that is what being a wife / mother is all about and she looks forward to every minute she shares with him in this role...
Subject Case m00001-j
Gray, Greg
San Diego, California, USA
SUBJECT Case 4533a
Kovalenko-Gray, Milenka
<Transcript of Audio File, surveillance microphone, cockpit of GGE private jet>
< xx/xx/xxxx 07:37>
<sound of cockpit door closing>
Woman's Voice (identified as A.Miller, GGE private flight attendant): Uh, Kim..? This is going to sound really weird but...<voice lowers>...I think Mr. Gray is jerking off back there.
Woman's Voice (identified as K.O'Connor, GGE private pilot): What? Oh my god, with his wife right there?
A.Miller: yeah I think she's...helping him.
K.O'Connor: Jesus, that guys a perv. We've known that all along, right?
A.Miller: Yeah but...
K.O'Connor: I mean...you remember when you got hired last year?
A.Miller: yeah...he wanted to sit in on the final interview, I remember. They told me to wear something tight...
K.O'Connor: Same thing happened to me! It's how he hires almost everyone that he's going to run across at some point during his days. Notice how many women work for him? And notice any similarities between us?
<two women giggling>
A.Miller: Yeah I thought I was built, until I started working here! And now - oh my god - did you see his wife? <whisper> She's fucking huge!
K.O'Connor: I know! I just said hi quick as they got on the plane but god - her boobs are gigantic! And she's so tall...she made him look totally tiny!
A.Miller: He did look different today - yeah maybe it's just because she's so...big. Her boobs are bigger than his head!
<giggles>
K.O'Connor: He certainly seems to like her..!
A.Miller: yeah, ewwww...I should probably bring them some tissues...
K.O'Connor: ewww..! <giggles> Anyway - can you go tell them we're going to be landing soon?
A.Miller: Ugh, do I have to? I could totally feel his eyes all over my ass when I walked past them...
K.O'Connor: Fine...I'll use the intercom. <pause> Hi, Mister and Missus Gray? We're going to starting our descent into Las Vegas. Weather looks fine, and I just got word that Ms. Maloni has been a little delayed and won't be here with the limo for a couple hours. There's a suite set up at the airport Hotel with a change of clothes so you can freshen up while Jackie's on her way. In the meantime, please fasten your belts and prepare for landing..."
Milenka and Gray hear the pilot's words over the intercom...at the same time he is just about to ejaculate into his diaper and her hand...Milenka thinks quickly and stuffs his huge cock into and closes the diaper (the use of her fingers and one hand is quite amazing)...she places her hand on the outside of the diaper, continuing to jerk him off...moments later there is a look of relief on Gray's face...her hand is clean....his diaper catches all of his come...Gray is deflated, calm, and relaxed....
Milenka now deals with his seat belt as it is clear that he cannot do it...
"Mommy will take care of belt, is no problem."
~click~
"See, Mommy takes care of her little man."
Then she clicks her own seatbelt.... ~click~bends toward him and says...
"Is nice that they put us in a hotel suite at airport hotel while husband and wife wait for Jackie to come get us, no? Of course it is. Nice to have changing of clothes although I really do like you in outfit you wearing. Makes you my little man for sure. Also make you cute and cozy. ~whispers~ Could lay next to you all day with husband and have sex. We'll see about getting you more. ~smiles, then pushes her enormous breast towards his face as much as she can~ -pauses-~In a sexy, syrupy voice~ I know you won't mind."
Then Milenka sits up again....looking out the window and then back at him....
"You should know that I am prepared to make many decisions for you in your smaller weakened state. Husband should get used to this. It is for your own good. That includes pick out clothes and help dress you. ~smiles gleefully~ You won't mind, trust Milenka, you won't mind."
The plane makes its landing about five minutes later and they touch down safely at McCarren Airport....the two are escorted by another airport employee who takes Milenka and Gray to the airport's hotel...they are checked and taken directly to the suite....thee airport employee swipes the key card and opens the door and lets them both in.....
The pretty young lady (who also happens to have quite a rack on her) hesitates on who to give the key card to....due to Milenka's height, not her gender, she decides to give the card to her...in fact, she directs all communication to her...it is uncanny, Gray is beginning to recede all ready...(his outfit is not helping, and the young woman is totally professional in her approach)...
Airport Employee: "Yes, Mrs. Gray they radioed in your sizes by just looking at you. There are two sets of clothing hanging in the closet. We gave you what we could find on such short notice."
Milenka: "Thank you Miss. We are grateful for hospitality. Apologize for no tip. (the girls nameplate says 'Stephanie Sweet.') We will make sure we send later Ms. Sweet.
Airport Employee: "No need to, really." ~closes the door and leaves~
Milenka goes straight to the bedroom and finds the clothes....
"White top, bra, and jeans for me. And nice heels too. Very nice."
She takes out the clothes for Gray....
"White button shirt, undershirt, khakis, socks and brown loafers. This will do, I suppose."
~pauses and then raises her voice~
"Oh, Little Man of mine!! Come to bedroom. Ma Ma will get you washed up and changed."
"'Small', now, hm?" I say, as I look at the tag of the white button-down shirt in my hands.
Milenka looks up at me, with the furrowed brows of a question. She had just helped me into my pants, and now I sit on the bed, in front of where she kneels on the floor, helping me into my socks and shoes. I still don't have my shirt on, but I begin to slide my arms into it.
tsk tsk... she corrects me, and begins to stand. I pause in deference...she wants to dress me herself; I should know that. She insisted on scrubbing me clean herself also, in the bathtub.
"A man's 'Small'..." I explain, as suddenly I'm presented with the view of her incredibly large breasts, right in my line of sight. She's helping me on with my shirt, and unintentionally giving me quite a show in the process. "I used to...uh...be a 'Medium'..." I swallow hard, trying not to notice the tempting jiggle of her huge, milk-filled breasts in her stretchy, tight white tank-top...but my god...
"...but now my shirts are smaller, my pants smaller. I'm a couple sizes smaller in shoes..." I continue, into the wobbling panorama of her cleavage as she leans over in front of me to do the buttons of my shirt. None of this is a surprise, but rather an aknloledgement of fact; I had asked for a tape measure from the hotel staff on our arrival. I'm five-foot four and a half, now....short. But, hopefully, staying away from any more of Milenka's breast milk will keep me from shrinking any more. "I'm,uh..." I can hear the smallness of my own voice; tending to me like this, she's kept me feeling docile and compliant since...the plane ride.
I shudder, flushing again, as I think back on the plane ride. What's happened to me? I...I jerked off. Right there. On. A. Plane. I...I couldn't help myself; around her, I'm beyond horny. I feel like I could be hard all day, come again and again and again. I jerked off, and I'm sure the flight attendant knew it. And now, looking at her chest, thinking of how they're swelling up with milk even as I stare at them...I want to do it again.
"...so I guess I'll be needing a whole new wardrobe..." I conclude, still meek and trying to swallow my arousal as she stands up, finally, in front of me, to inspect her work. I slowly raise my eyes to hers. She nods in approval, and offers me her hand.
I hop from the bed to stand in front of her...I'm staring right at her tits. Her lower tits, in fact, as she straightens her back into perfect posture. <gulp> I can feel, more than see, her proudly pleased smile as she watches my little dilemma. But soon - we're off, hand-in-hand down the hallway of the airport hotel after having been given word that Jackie's arrived with the car to take us back home. We meet her in the lobby and - despite the obvious shock in her eyes, when she sees me, before we all exchange hugs - she's apparently already aware of my loss of height. I'm, for my part, noticing just how much taller she looks, now, to me. Every woman's just that much more a bombshell to shorter men, I guess...
We all start off with small talk, as she leads us out to the waiting car. The honeymoon was great, yes yes yes. The storm? Ah, yeah, a bummer, too bad. But we're ready to be home, anyway.
When we get to the car, I'm introduced to Rachael. She'll be our new driver, and - Monika must have done this, hired her, knowing my, uh, 'requirements' - she's gorgeous as well. Young and dark of hair and thin but with a killer rack, all packed tight into uniform.
Jackie, it seems, has been officially promoted.
"I thought Monika would have spoken to you about it, but I guess she didn't wanna bother you," Jackie explains, as the three of us are seen into the back seat by Rachael, "but I'm officially Mrs. Gray's Personal Assistant, now. Hanging up my car keys, I guess..."
I congratulate her...it's what I wanted for her and Milenka all along. Curious, though, I think to myself, that Monika didn't run it by me, in the end. Meh. No biggie.
As we leave the airport, not too much time is spent talking on my height...I sort of wave it off, and I'm not sure how much of the actual "why" Jackie understands. Does she know that it's from a treatment I took, basically voluntarily? That it has to do with...sex stuff? My own little fetishes? I cringe, inside, knowing also that it was Jackie who had caught Milenka and I nursing, in the car's backseat after a night at the club, less than a week ago. If she knows that...good lord...having shrunk like this is a turn-on for me...I'd wilt in humiliation.
I try, though, to keep up a confident smile and voice as the three of us talk on the ride. Milenka, for her part, is exhilarated to have her own assistant, someone reporting directly to her. Jackie has, almost exceedingly so, also fallen into the role...very quickly. She looks to Milenka for direction, rather than myself. Good, I think, with an odd feeling of loss, that's the way it should be...
"Well, you guys must be hungry," Jackie chirps, "no breakfast yet...and, oh man, it's almost lunchtime. How 'bout we stop off so you can eat..."
Milenka shoots me a knowing look - I certainly don't want anything myself, at least from a restaurant - but agrees with excitement to Jackie's offer. Jackie tells Rachael to pull off to a nice little place she knows, a cool burger joint; this time of day it won't be too crowded. And soon, the three of us are sitting at an outside table - and indeed we have the place pretty much to ourselves...
Milenka responds to Jackie's idea for lunch....
"Ahh Jackie! Is good idea. Milenka is just realizing that she is very, very hungry."
Jackie looks over at her old boss...Milenka sees this and seems to know what Jackie is thinking...she places her right hand on his left thigh, and speaks for Greg...
"Your previous boss is not hungry I assure you."
Milenka slides her hand off of her thigh and places it under her huge right tit....she lifts it up, and bounces it around for a few times and then says nonchalantly....
"He just ate if Jackie knows what wife means."
Milenka then looks down at Gray and smiles heartily and then grabs his head and pushes it into the side of her tit that she just lifted up....she then kisses him on the head and does not let go quite yet....
Jackie's face gets slightly red with embarrassment for her old boss...Milenka picks up on this right away and sees that Gray is sharing that feeling too...Milenka lets go of Greg and then swerves over to Jackie and sits beside her...the two of them now stare at the smaller, meeker Greg Gray.....
"Jackie, is nothing for you to be embarrassed. Trust your new boss, is natural his liking wife's breast milk. He likes it, Milenka assures you. Here I show you."
Now talking to her husband, not as if he were her equal, but down at him, as if he were already like a child...
"Husband likes my milk, right? Tell her. And tell Jackie how you don't mind being smaller. How you like new size. Is okay. Is Jackie. Think of her like family, like very pretty aunt of yours. Come, come my Little Man -
Milenka, still looking at Gray, whispers out of the side of her mouth to Jackie....
"He likes being called that name. Is pet name I have for him."
While Greg goes through the embarrassing emotions of answering his wife, she continues to whisper to Jackie....
"We will have much to talk about. So glad Monica had you work directly for me. Will need much help in helping to take care of husband. You and I will be very close. Will work well together, you will see."
Milenka smiles and still waits for Gray to piece together his thoughts into coherent words....she sits there, thriving on his embarrassment, she realizes as she finds it to be so darn cute...she also thinks about Jackie...oh, how helpful she will be to her...the future is always looking a bit brighter to Milenka with every turn in her life...yes, Jackie will be very helpful at making Gray more and more dependent on others, helping her take away every thing he used to do, more and more, bit by bit...of course in Milenka's mind, this is what Gray wants, and she is just giving him what he wants and fulfilling her existence and her role that she was made to do....
<<readers please note the edits for consistency in my last post. My apologies and our thanks for the re-read>>
...It's the giggles that get me.
Their shared, discreet titters, when Milenka tells Jackie that I 'like wife's breast milk'. Their girlish laughter when she talks of how I also 'like' my new size...what sort of man would be that way? Women chuckling at the silly endearment: 'little man...' ---> It all makes me feel even smaller.
Though she's trying to be polite, I can see that Jackie is not only a little shocked and incredulous but also...amused. Like this is...funny. The boss' big secret, out in the open: and it's so humiliating for him!. Almost unable to speak out of a mixture of embarrassment and giggles, and not really sure if she should speak (I'd been her superior for so long)...Jackie looks to Milenka for cues. Their eyes meet, and Jackie laughs. She leans towards me, her own large breasts smooshing onto the table, and says to me "Oh my god, Mr. Gray, breastfeeding?! That is so...I dunno..so cute! Oh, god, look...Mr. Gray, you're blushing! See? He's blushing...Awww!"
Oh my god, I'm a fucking slave, I start thinking, as Jackie sits back and the two of them commiserate. I do all I can to keep my eyes from roaming between the chests of these two. I'm a slave to my cock, my submissiveness, my fetishes. I've done this to myself, I know, I've built all this around me myself..and these are my days of reckoning. Now is when this shit's getting real
Seeing that I'm not speaking...that out of humiliation and pure meekness I've lost my tongue, struggling with my ego and pride...Milenka fixes me with her eyes. She tilts her head back, showing me her long, elegant throat, and her eyes flash. The girls are waiting, expectantly, for me to talk, to explain myself...and with a whiff of Milenka's warm scent, suddenly my tongue is loosened.
"It's...it's true..." I begin, eyes down to the table as the words start to ramble out of me, of their own accord, "Milenka and I have been - well, you saw it, last week - nursing..."
"Nursing?" Jackie repeats, trying to keep the shock out of her voice, "like...nursing? Like, you nursing off of her?" With that, Milenka smiles, looking down on me with pride. "And this is something you like..?"
"Well, y-yeah...It's...it's something I've, I dunno, wanted to, uh, do for...for a long time. It's...it's a private thing..." Despite Milenka's intoxicating pheromones easing my speech and the reassurance of the wide, honestly warm, open eyes of the two women across from me, I am flushed, shrinking in greater and greater humiliation. I can feel myself getting smaller and smaller in Jackie's eyes: once the confident billionaire employer, now the little dude who sucks milk from his overgrown wife's huge tits.
"And the shorter thing?" Jackie asks, eyes wide and luridly fascinated, "That too..? C'mon..." At that, she looks to Milenka, who nods. Jackie looks back at me. "Tell Jackie..."
I also look at Milenka, hoping she'll speak up, speak for me...oh my god I don't want to have to say this myself, explain it...
Meeting my gaze, and understanding my reticence, Milenka's smile is warm...she knows I'm shy. But, she wants me to continue, and takes a deep breath to draw my eyes to her chest...
She knows what I'm thinking about, as the soft bubbles of flesh bulge hugely over her neckline...she wants me to picture it...she wants me to say it, explain it, describe it...how my ultimate fantasy is to be a baby at my wife's breast, held and coddled like an infant. But as I stare, I can't help but picture...something even more disturbing still...
"...yes. Th-the shrinking?" I stammer, "That's, uh...that's part of it too..."
The waitress comes to the table and Milenka and Jackie place their orders...Milenka orders three double cheeseburgers and fries while Jackie orders chicken and fries....Milenka orders a large chocolate shake while Jackie a medium diet Coke....then Milenka orders for her husband...
In her most lovely Kazakh accent Milenka says to the waitress...
"The gentleman have only water."
The waitresses leaves....
Speaking now to Jackie....
"See, is what husband likes all this caring by mother-like figure. Which Milenka loves to do for her little man. So Jackie, is good you in new role. Milenka will need help with him. I expect he will get shorter and will be difficult for him to go to office, even live normal life. I am here for him as his mommy and will do everything for him. Of course help is good. You being there will be such fun, you'll see. Now first thing Jackie, no more Mr. Gray. You call him by first name from now on. You call him Greg, understand?"
Jackie shakes her head yes....
"Good," Milenka responds then says, "So much more to talk about."
Moments later the food arrives and the girls dig in....
Then Milenka continues....
"Yes, with shrinking and love for my breast milk he wants to be like baby, treated like baby, and yes, fed like baby. Of course, I do as loving wife. Milenka doesn't mind. I feel it makes our love somehow even stronger. Greg is a beautiful man, he's just not big strong man like other real men, you know what Milenka means."
Again Jackie shakes her head....
The Milenka reaches across the tale and paws at Greg's hand and says, "Being small, like baby, that is fantasy, too? Hmm, little man? I am right? You want wife to hold you like baby? Feed you at her breast?"
With all this talk Milenka does not realize how sexual stimulating her words are to herself...somehow her hormones have reacted to these words and a spurt of breast milk leaks out of both nipples and stains her bra and shirt.....she feels it and with an enormous smile which turns into some self-deprecating laughter, she says....
I should be horrified, I know, as this conversation continues between these two women. I mean...my wife: she's talking about me like I'm not even here, or like I'm a child. About the most intimate of things, my most humiliating secrets. With Jackie, of all people: this young employee of mine, to whom I've always been...well...what have I been, to her?
Though my heart is racing, it's not racing with anger...rather, it's quickened in prurient excitement, as I'm starting to hear the decisions being made for me that will shape this next phase in my life. Milenka describes them so matter-of-factly...
"With shrinking and love for my breast milk, he wants to be like baby, treated like baby...fed like baby...Milenka doesn't mind..."
Though I recoil at her words, deeper into my shell of shame, I put up no argument. I can't...they're the truth. And in Milenka's presence, breathing in her pheromones, I find myself unable to lie, or deny any of this.
Looking at me withering, Jackie nods her head, agreeing with Milenka, and adds: "I...I get it. Mr. Gr-...uh, I mean, Greg..." With that, Jackie smiles at me warmly, but proudly. Already I feel like less of an authority to her, and her addressing me as an equal...she's letting me know she feels it too. That it's official. "I mean, I know why I got hired," she continues, "We all - all us girls, that work for you...drivers, maids, stewardesses... accountants, attorneys... I mean, look at me. Look at Monika. Look at just about every woman you've hired - and you hire mostly women, when you have the choice - we're all so...so..." At that, she gestures down at her chest, and takes a deep breath. "We, well...we all think it's kinda weird, but hey - it got us jobs. We knew what you liked, and I guess we knew how to use it, to keep you happy. You were...just a guy. But now...now I know, what you were really looking for..."
At all this, I can't argue, or even keep Jackie's gaze. I just listen, and look down at my glass of water, sweating in the building heat.
Milenka speaks again,
"Greg is a beautiful man...just not big strong man like other real men..."
Though both women are looking at me, watching me with bright, vivid eyes alive with enthusiasm, they are obviously speaking to each other - not me. Jackie replies: "But, don't you think, though, that's it's not just him? Don't you think all guys are kinda the same way? That if, really, if they had their choice...they'd be doing the same thing? If they had a beautiful woman to take of them, like he does? Bigger than they are. Stronger than they are. Don't you think they'd all jump at the chance to...regress, like this? And the shrinking..? Isn't it all part of it? Like he's becoming a...a baby again?"
Milenka reaches across the table and takes my hand, waiting for me to look up into her eyes before speaking again - this time: to me. Her eyes are soft and full of warmth.
"Being small, like baby, that is fantasy, too? Hmm, little man? I am right? You want wife to hold you like baby? Feed you at her breast?"
My heart starts to race anew. Oh my god...what is happening? What can I say? Seeing my dismay, my ever-growing, paralyzing chagrin, Milenka releases another wave of pheromones, and my tongue is loosened further...
"Yes...yes..." I finally say, my voice small and humbled as I look down again, "that's...a-another pat of it, I guess...my f-f-fantasy. I've always wanted to...sink back, to...to...that, with a woman. Being the...the size of a baby again..."
I look up, to see Jackie rapt with attention, sucking at the straw of her coke. Milenka, too, is engrossed at my confessions, here in the Nevada desert, in front of another woman. Milenka's breathing, I notice, is slow and heavy...I feel more pheromones pouring off of her...oh no...
"...and, god..." I continue, becoming slowly overcome with them, and with divulging my fantasies to these two, "being with Milenka...nursing. She's so...so big. It...it brings me back. It's...perfect. Being in her arms...it makes me want..." I barely know what I'm saying, now, and can't control my words. "...it makes me want to be smaller..."
At that, Milenka hoots and sits up, straight, one arm going over to cover her chest. I watch as she starts to laugh, and then explain...she's soaked herself.
Oh my god, and it keeps on coming. She laughs anew as more and more milk begins to pour from her, evident in the growing, soggy darkness pooling at her lower breasts, under her arm in her tight, white top. Jackie, it seems, doesn't know what to do, at first, as shocked as us all. She stands, Milenka stands, and soon both girls are laughing in mirth.
"Quick, quick..." Jackie implores, between snorts, "...to the bathroom! Nobody else is out here...nobody'll see..." She picks up a napkin, and then another from the table. "Here," she says, handing them to Milenka, calming herself, "I'll meet you there...I have an extra top with me, in the car. I'll bring it to you...."
And suddenly, then, I'm alone, sitting at the table in front of one-and-a-half cheeseburgers, a plate of fries, and the remains of a chocolate shake...
In the handicap stall, the two women are alone and Jackie helps Milenka out of the top....there is still a rivulet of breast milk falling from Milenka's right nipple on to the bathroom floor...in the moment Jackie asks....
"Milenka may I? I was wondering about it anyway."
Milenka lifts up her tit and says...
"No problem Jackie. Is all right. You have some."
Jackie bends forward and wraps her beautiful little lips around Milenka's huge nipple and begins to suck...as she enjoys the sweet nectar spewing from Milenka's tit, Milenka decides to place her hand on the back of Jackie's head....Milenka cannot help herself...she looks down and moans, but keeps this motherly way about her....Jackie decides to stop, but is somewhat intoxicated by the experience as she removes her lips from Milenka's tit...the two look at each other and there is a moment between the two of them...they slowly come close to one another....their faces meet and they kiss...for about a minute...
When their lips part Jackie speaks first...with a smile...
"That was, nice."
Milenka looks down at her and then says...with a smile...
"New beginnings are wonderful."
The two leave it at that for now...Milenka is now ready for the shirt that Jackie has for her....she helps Milenka in it...the fibers are outstretched to their limits and the shirt now sits above Milenka's belly, exposing her narrow waist and her sexy navel... Jackie touches her navel and says....
Another moment between the two women ---
"Maybe you should get your navel pierced. It would make you look even sexier than you already are."
Milenka says....
"Maybe. If someone makes gift and gives me pretty jewelry for navel, I might do that."
hey leave the bathroom and return to Greg...as Milenka sits down...he sees Milenka's darkened areolae and nipples as they are almost bursting through the shirt...she is almost inappropriate...Milenka and Jackie go to finish their lunches...as usual, Milenka finishes it all, down to the last French fry....
Milenka looks across at Greg, who has sort of a catatonic look...she knows it is her breasts and see the effect that it has on him, just him seeing her areolae and nipples through the shirt...
Both she and Jackie put on their sunglasses, take their purses...Jackie leaves the money for the lunch and for a generous tip....as the three walk out it is a sight....Milenka with her motherly hand around the diminutive Greg, Jackie, now a few inches taller than him, she frames him in like a second bookend on a shelf...they walk and with Milenka's huge height and all around bigness, they sort of look like a family, a mommy, a second mommy , and their child....
Rachel gets out of the car and opens the car door....they enter....Milenka and Jackie sit on the bench opposite Gray...Jackie, now gets into her role and says...
"Okay Greg, let me help you."
She takes the seat belts and straps him in....somehow Greg seems out of sorts, fidgety like a child would be."
Milenka says....
"Greg sweety, hold still for Aunt Jackie. She makes you safer with belt."
Finally, he's in and Jackie sits down....Rachel gets them on the road and they ride across the Nevada desert....Jackie says something off mark that gets a laugh...
"I wonder if there is any milk in this limo?"
Milenka answers...
""Milenka do not know. Why doesn't Jackie check little bar, hm?"
Jackie does just that...and in the little fridge is a quart of milk.....Jackie finds two glasses and fills them both halfway to the top....now Jackie does the toast......
They look into each other's eyes, smiling and Jackie just says...
"To new beginnings." ~another moment between these two women~
It is not evident if ray catches on to this...the girls take a sip of their milk....Greg is lost as he now concentrates on the milk in each of their hands....
Milenka says to Jackie (maybe it is their new found attraction that makes her say the following)....
"Jackie, there will be times when, Milenka not around and Greg will need to be fed. Maybe, same people who did this to me, make me lactate can do same for you."
Then Milenka turns to Gray and places her warm, soft hand on his left knee....smiling and sound oh so motherly.....
"Wouldn't you like that, sweetie? Imagine, being breastfed off Jackie? Isn't that why husband hired her, hm? So husband could look at her? Little Man can think about what that look like? Wouldn't such a situation be nice, to breastfeed off of Jackie? Off of Monika? Off of all the Tatyana and other bridesmaids?"
"W-wh-what?!" I exclaim, suddenly flushing, mortified, "n-n-No! That's...that's not...it's not..."
Both women are looking at me, from the seats across from me, with wide, benevolent eyes, with smiles of patient tolerance. They're watching me, waiting for me to respond. With those glasses of milk in their hands.
"J-Jackie..." I say, trying to calm myself but knowing that I'm sounding defensive, "that's not...not the reason I hired you. It h-had nothing to do with, uh..." On their own accord, my eyes dart to her big chest for an instant. She cocks her head at me, but doesn't interrupt my little bluster. "...with your body. You were...you are...great. A g-good...uh...driver."
Oh my god, I sound like an idiot.
And, what is Milenka suggesting? That Jackie start treatments from KOLECTV? So she can...oh christ, no...help nurse me?
Though I'm shocked at the idea, and that Milenka would even suggest it (she must be joking, right?), my voice does not sound as strong as I would like, or as appalled as it needs to be. The idea...good god...
"...a-and the others?" I continue, my little rationilization starting to sound more petulant, less easy to believe, "...no, no...not with them either. That's...that's..."
Milenka and Jackie watch me, watch me struggling, watch the notion take seed in my imagination: a life - my life - with the women. Living among a coven: Milenka, Jackie, the Bridesmaids, Monika...all the women I've hired in the past, like a harem of nursemaids, breastfeeding me day after day after day, as I shrink and shrink and shrink into...
No no no no no.
"No no no no no..!" I finally sputter, "I'm not..."
Oh my god...I can't even finish my own sentence. What am I, if not a man who would sink to this? Is it true..?
"A-anyway I'm not - we're not - going to be doing that, anymore..." I say to Jackie, trying to sound strong, final, determined - but instead just sounding testy, "I'll be stopping the...the...nursing, with Milenka. I'm, uh...well, we're - Milenka and I..." I glance over to Milenka, who looks on enduringly as I babble, "...we're concerned that her b-breast milk is actually causing my shrinking..."
At that, Jackie nods, and looks at Milenka - who shrugs, and starts to fish into her purse for something.
"And...so...we're going to have to, uh, check into this, for now, figure it out..." I continue. Jackie, also, is looking in her handbag for something. "We can't have me shrinking away...<heh heh>...I need to be able to, uh...y'know..."
My words trail off as I watch the girls...they've each taken some lipstick out of their purses, have pulled down the little overhead mirrors and have started to primp, reapplying make-up.
Are they even listening to me, still? I was getting the feeling that they were partially just indulging me, listening to me yammer about our experiment.
"Is that true, Mrs. Gray?" Jackie asks, as she's sliding on some lip gloss, "Do you two need to see a doctor?"
"No no no..." I interrupt, "No doctors. We're...we're just going to measure me, after today, maybe. If I haven't shrunk, and I haven't...If I haven't had any...uh..."
"Milk," Jackie says, matter-of-factly.
"Uh, y-yeah..." I say, looking away as my cheeks burn, "Milk. Yes. Anyway...then we'll know, what's causing my shrinking...and-"
"But, Mrs. Gray," Jackie asks, looking over at Milenka, "won't that start to hurt? If you have milk coming in and can't...use it? I mean...you started to leak, already..."
Milenka answers matter-of-factly...
"Yes, is true. Breasts will get uncomfortable. Then breasts will hurt little, then more, and then there will be pain." ~with the outstretched shirt, Milenka sits up straight, her boobs busting to get out of the shirt~ "Jackie, just look at size. Look how big. Before the end of trip, I will have some pain, no doubt."
Then Milenka raises an eyebrow to Gray at first....then places hand on his knee, but looks at Jackie....
"But, this experiment of husband's is problem. Look at him. ~they both stare at Gray~ You see. He had no lunch. Why? Because my little man is dependent upon Milenka's milk. You see he have no lunch at restaurant. Only water. And this experiment, he is starving now and you see in husband's face. He is pale and most certainly weak. I could crush him with my big bosom right now. Husband needs energy. He needs to feel stronger. Look, he's about to breakdown. Experiment is foolish."
Milenka waves her hand at him as though she is disgusted with his behavior....that makes Jackie chime in...she gives a sweet voice as she scoots over to him on his side, her arm around his shoulders while she massages his right upper leg, very close to where is cock is...
Jackie says in a motherly tone....
"Now Greg, it seems to me, that you should really do as Milenka says. Besides you do not want her in pain. ~she looks him straight in the eye and like Milenka says~ Of course you don't, maybe you want to be fed some time soon. Otherwise, by the time you get home, I'll have to put you right to bed. I only say that because Milenka is right. You look very weak and you certainly will have no energy into the evening."
Then Milenka says to Gray...
"Look how uncomfortable you look my Little Man. You need to get more comfortable around Jackie. I know you hire her, I know you were boss, but that has changed. You must accept that my little husband."
To Jackie with a big smile...
"Jackie, give our Little Man a big kiss."
Jackie does not hesitate and grabs his head, turns it towards her and plants her soft lips on his and for a good minute and a half she kisses him...Greg visibly melts to the point when she pulls away, Greg's face just falls onto her bosom....
Milenka looks on and it makes her think more and more about Jackie and her role with Greg...and also with Milenka herself...Milenka definitely has these other feelings for Jackie now, she pushes them inwardly for now but loves to see Jackie like this.....
"Jackie, is really good idea for you to get treatments like Milenka. Have breasts become larger, maybe have you lactating too. I'm sure our Little Man might like that. I mean look at where he is right now. As he gets smaller, he will need breasts to look at more and more, Maybe the two of us place Little Man's head in between our big breasts."
Jackie now pets Greg's head and says excitedly as she pushes her bosom further into his face....
"Yes, such fun. Would Greg like to have me get my breasts even bigger than they are now? Would Greg like to feed of me?"
As they make their way across the San Bernadino Valley in California, there is a lot of talk, between the girls...some of it is some girl talk, which makes them laugh...
Some of it is talk about the house and how they'll manage Greg...
"So here to new beginning with my little husband and having Jackie around to be big help."
I don't think Milenka even realizes it, but the car is filled with her pheromones. They just ebb off of her constantly, as a source of magnetic attraction. As a somnolent drug. She has no idea how they make other people relaxed, compliant. Inhibitions crumble, libidos surge. They've been specifically engineered to all but cripple me; THAT she's learning, certainly...
...but they're working on Jackie, too.
In this small, enclosed space, the concentration of these airborne chemicals is huge, and even another woman is subject to their effects. On me, they're...well, I'm a mess. But Jackie...she's acting strange, definitely different than the Jackie I know. Is it her true self coming out? Or is she just being (unwittingly, to both women) bent to Milenka's will?
Or maybe is it a little bit of both?
Milenka's pheromones are, if nothing else, the uber-tools of seduction. They bring out parts of me I didn't know existed. They make me do things I didn't even realize I wanted to do. If they're doing the same to Jackie...what does that mean?
Offerring to put me to bed...thinking of making her breasts bigger...kissing me...i mean, jesus...she's got my head planted on her chest...it is so nice and soft...
I shudder...in arousal...
Milenka, for her part, is in her glory. Simple minded as she is, she's relishing this role of superiority: over me, and now over Jackie. The poor girl from Kazakhstan, now the beautiful wife of a billionaire, growing in authority every day. She's beginning to embrace the admiring gazes of others, and notice how others gravitate to her. She's starting to realize she's walking among smaller people, lesser people. But she feeds off of their attentions, and takes their adorations as a natural thing...who wouldn't want to gaze upon a mini-goddess, like her? She seems more confident, stronger than ever. I can see it in her smile, in the way she laughs...
...and when she encourages me to answer Jackie, it's with a sweet, demure voice. But it is definitely a command.
"whoah, whoah, whoah..." I answer, having enough wits about me, at least, to try to back off a fraction, though Jackie holds me tight to her chest, "c-can...c-can we talk about this...? I...I n-need to know...am I still shrinking? I'll measure myself, tonight...i was five-five this morning..."
Milenka looks at me with a crooked brow. Jackie has begun to pet my face, cradled to her bosom.
"o-okay...five-four...and a quarter. Hopefully I'm the same, t-tonight..."
...if I can last that long. I am getting weak...so hungry...
"...But wouldn't some milk taste nice, right now?" Jackie asks, rubbing her soft breast against my face. I can sense Milenka leaning in, closer to us, more pheromones beginning to blanket us. "You're so hungry. She could feed you, right here..." Jackie continues, "...I could watch...learn how to do it..."
Milenka takes one of Jackie's hands with hers, and slowly brings it down, until it rests on my upper inner thigh. Jackie feels it, and then firmly grasps me, through my pant leg. I am already hard...
"N-n-no..." I stammer, in a weak whine.
"Oh, so big," Jackie purrs, "I had no idea..."
oh my god, I can feel what's already happening...
Jackie gives me the gentlest of squeezes...
...and I come.
"Ooooo...!" Jackie squeals in surprise, and immediately starts to giggle, feeling my shockingly large shaft lurch, and then start to throb, powerfully, in her hand - and in my pants, "...Mr. Gray!"
Milenka gives Greg a look, she is not surprised by this, his physical reaction to Jackie's squeeze....
"Jackie, this is another thing about husband you should know. There is no self control down there anymore. He can almost come at will. Sometimes it is squeeze, but sometimes it is a stare at big boobs long enough. Right now, probably the two of us in limo like this. Two beautiful women who look the way we do. My Little man cannot take it. Is understandable. But, as Jackie can see, this is problem. That is why Greg must begin to wear diapers from now on. What if we somewhere in public? Between big lump in pants and having lots of come expel from big cock of his. Well, could be very embarrassing for him. ~ she pauses and lets out a sigh~ And, Jackie, am afraid normal clothes are no longer an option with Greg. Besides getting shorter. Will need child clothes as he shrinks more. And, we must get him lots more one-piece outfits made of fur with mittens and attached footsies even attached hood. So cute on him. You will see."
Jackie is still rubbing his cock, now somewhat flaccid, allowing any extra come to expel from his cock...his pants are a mess and there is nothing that can be done about it for now...she looks back at Milenka and responds gleefully...
"Oh I'm sure your right about those diapers. That's not a problem. I'll make sure he has them on at all times. And, that furry outfit sounds very cute."
Jackie turns to Greg and says in a lustful voice...
"I'm sure Greg will look very, how should I say, sexy in such an outfit!"
~still rubbing~
Jackie turns to Milenka and says to her....
"But, what if he won't wear them? What if he refuses?"
Knowing just how hungry Greg is right now, Milenka pulls up the shirt that Jackie lent her, the masses of flesh fall out, naked and full, and she says...
"If Greg does not listen, then Mommy will deny him of these ~looks at Greg with an evil smile~ won't we?"
About an hour later, they enter San Diego and make their way to the suburbs, where Greg's house sits.....
The limo gets buzzed in from the gate....something new...as is the tall stone wall around the property...Greg realizes that his house, just became a compound.....
At the end of the driveway is Monica...so beautiful, so graceful, as she stands there...so well appointed too with her Cartier necklace and watch, she stands there in a long black dress looking very powerful, like not only as someone in charge, but like a mistress of sorts...very mysterious to Greg at least....
When they get out of the limo, Monica greets Milenka and Jackie first....
"Welcome back ladies. Hope your ride was tolerable, going across the desert and all."
Monica kisses Milenka on her cheek (Milenka bends down to meet Monica's face) and says...
"You look very well considering what you've been through."
Milenka says nonchalantly, that Kazakh resolve shows through...
"Was nothing. Much worse things back home, Milenka assures you."
Jackie then approaches Monica and there is a kiss on the cheek too....
"Monica, you look ravishing. You always looked great, but somehow you look sort of regal."
Monica responds with a generous smile...
"Thank you my dear. I think you will see many changes in me and all for the better. How are things in your new position."
Jackie has a grateful look on her face and smiles...
"They could not be better. Milenka is wonderful."
Milenka chimes in...
"Yes, Jackie and I are a perfect fit. Things will be fine. Not to worry."
Monica says....
"Good, that is what I was hoping for the two of you."
Then, Greg gets out...he is disheveled looking and his pants are heavily stained...
Monica looks back at him, part shock and part dismayed and says....
"My, my, what have we got here?"
Monica starts to slowly walk around Greg in a circular motion, trying to take him all in...at once she can see the effects of KOLECTV's work and also sees how weak he has become... this is quite evident....then she says....
"Mr. Gray?? I mean your height, you're shorter than when I saw you at your wedding on the island. ~she places her hand over her huge chest~ This is quite a shock. Are you all right? Have you had a chance to see a doctor? ~ Monica comes closer and her voice lowers ~ No, I guess you have not had the chance with the storm and barely escaping the island. ~she places her hand on his head as if he were a child~ You poor thing. Don't worry, I'll make sure your taken care of. Wait until you see the surprise I have for both you and Milenka."
"Oh...my god. Oh...my god. Oh...my god..." I chanted, overcome, as Jackie was milking my cock into my pants. I was nearly sobbing, defeated in embarrassment: I felt like a teenager, a premature ejaculator...coming in my pants, so easily like that.
Face still planted against Jackie's young, full bosom, I felt the wetness spread, pooling around me, filling the space between the cloth of my khakis and my thigh. My loads are enormous, and make enormous messes...I couldn't bear to look as I was sure I would see a veritable puddle spreading down my leg...
"Shhh...." Jackie had cooed, having calmed her first giggles and slowly massaging my pulsing cock into my thigh, "just shhh....it'll all be okay..."
And...though I could hear the women talking about me, the combination of Milenka's somnolent pheromones and my typically puissant, taxing climax, I was lulled powerfully, into unconsciousness...
Now - listen. I just read all that stuff that you did, too, above...Milenka and Jackie seem convinced that I'm still going to shrink more: no way! I mean, yeah, secretly, it's a turn on, the thought. But I have a life to lead! A business to run! I'm pretty sure it's her milk that's done this to me and - as fucking erotic as it is, this nursing thing - it might have to stop, at least until I get it figured out with the people over in Kazakhstan.
They also think they're going to get me into diapers, it seems. Hm, now...I admit...I have been tending to make a mess of myself, these days. What with all the ejaculating, that is. But - now that we're back at home, and 'normal' life is going to start again - I expect things will be a little more tame...
...but what's up with this...wall?
Milenka wakes me as we pull into the driveway: I come to, a little embarrassed that I'd been zonked out on Jackie's smooth, bare lap. Blearily I look out the windows and see the new gates, and the wall...hm. Did I know about this?
Milenka and Jackie get out first, to greet Monika, while I try to put myself together in the car. Ick, I'm a mess...
"y-yeah, here's the guy that spilled lunch on himself," I explain, laughing uncomfortably and gesturing at my stained pants as I exit the car, "send me away for a few days and I come back a klutz." Monika notices my humiliating mess, of course...but her wide eyes tell me it's not that which shocks her the most...
"And...uh, yeah..." I stammer, my face suddenly reddening, "...a couple other things have changed, too..."
Monica continues to react over Greg's height problem...
"I should say so, you'be changed quite a bit."
Monica slowly runs her hand on top of his head and then looks at Milenka...
"Milenka darling would you like to explain?"
Milenka pulls Monica away from Greg and out of earshot from him and explains a lot of things to her...about the breastfeeding, about his infantile tendencies, about his peculiar libido in regards to her size and the intoxication of her pheremoned on him....from Greg's perspective he hears very little, there is lots uh-ha's and shaking of heads..."Really?" or "Hmm, is that right." even some laughter...
Monika turns back to Greg and places her hands on his shoulders...
"Well, Greg, you don't mind me being informal and calling you that do you? I must say that one of my gifts to you and Milenka will be perfectly suited for you both. I can't wait to show you!!"
Monika to all...
"Why don't we all go inside the house?"
A black car pulls up behind the limo and Rachel witnesses a very large woman get out of the car...almost as tall as Milenka's, yet with a body more muscular.. She wears a latex black jumpsuit, black leather thigh-high boots with heels...she wears mirror sunglasses and her red hair is voluminous and runs down to the top of her derrière...she approaches Rachel who is in the drivers seat of the limo....the strange woman bends down to speak to her...Rachel seems frightened and stares at the woman's large breasts then pauses and looks back at her mysterious face...
The woman speaks with a Russian accent...in a gravelly low tone...
"Sasha have been hired by company KOLECTV to guard domicile of Mr. And Mrs. Gray."
Rachel, who is speechless, points to the front door...
"Dank." ....is the only response by the amazonian-like woman...she stands at the front door and places her duffle bag at her side...arms crossed she looks like she means business...it also looks like Greg will be kept inside as KOLECTV keeps a more watchful eye on him and Milenka too...
"Yeah, uh <heh heh>...we'll talk...but, uh, so: what are you all gussied-up for?" I ask, deflecting my lead attorney's curiosity for the moment but noting her attire: more appropriate for a sophisticated event than a weekend day, welcoming the boss back home.
"Oh, this old thing?" she says, drawing a deep breath, nonchalantly showing off her curvy torso in her perfectly-fitted dress, "I have an early dinner with that group from Japan - it could be a big one, with our expansion into Asia, the Nipponese Subsidiaries and all." She smooths the front of her dress, tugging down on the bodice. "I know how a few of their top execs like their American girls...so I dressed the part."
I raise my eyebrows in admiration: she does look fantastic, in full make-up, her womanly, gym-toned body firm and curvy...and so tall, from my newly reduced perspective...
"You should be getting a good view from down there, hm?" she teases, suddenly bringing the topic back to the inevitable as she mischievously pushes her big breasts a few inches closer to me and puts her hand into my hair to rub my head.
I take a deep breath, put on my best wry smile, and prepare to give my explanation for my irrefutable loss of height. But, before I can speak, she looks at Milenka:
"Milenka, darling..." Monika laughs, "would you like to explain?"
And, in the next moment, Milenka has Monika's ear...she's pulled her aside, and begun to speak quietly to her. Is this...for my benefit? I think Milenka's trying to, maybe, save me the embarrassment of having to explain this myself. Now - I haven't told Monika anything about KOLECTV: how I purchased the company or used them to find (and create) a perfect wife for me. It was a deal I carried off all on my own, without the help of my general counsel or usual team of attorneys. As far as she knows, Milenka is a pretty girl I met overseas...on one of my unusual little trips to Eastern Europe...
...but the way Monika's glancing over at me, from her conversation with Milenka ("uh huh...ahhhh...oh really?"), I get the feeling she may have already known a little more now than she did last week...
...I can't stand to be around for this.
"Uh...l-ladies?" I announce, reddening in chagrin, starting to back away towards the house and drawing the attention of both Monika and Milenka as well as Rachael and Jackie, who seem to be going over some paperwork near the car, "I'm...uh...gonna run in and, uh, change...okay?"
Monika and Milenka indulge me with smile as I tentatively move to the front door, while Jackie and Rachael go back to their work...
...Ahhh. It feels good to be home, I think, as I enjoy a quiet moment standing in the foyer of my house. I look around the place...as nice as the trip to the island was, there's always something nice about getting back to the usual and customary. I do a good deal of travelling for business, so this is a familiar feeling.
But, today, this time...something's off.
For one thing, the house feels different. But then again, everything feels different, now that I'm 5'4" instead of 5'10". My perspective is just altered enough that walking into the house seems sort of like walking into someplace new. But...is it just that..? Hm...
...meh.
I put whatever oddness I feel to the back of my head, and trot down the steps from the foyer to the main living area, and scoot my way over to the bedroom wing. Funny, all the doors are closed - to the extra bedrooms, the gym, the hall bath...and when I get to the door to the master suite: it's locked. I rattle the handle, several times. Damnit! What's going on?
Nonetheless, I need to get some new pants or something. I remember, immediately, the extra swim trunks we keep in one of the guest bedrooms: for visitors who happen to come over an need a suit. They'll have to do, for now. Thankfully, the door to that room is not locked, and - though it does feel like something's different in here, too - everything is pretty much where I remember it, including the extra swimsuits.
I grab a men's "small" from the drawer (in a loud purple and green, Hawaiian floral print), dump my soiled khakis and boxers in a corner, and quickly pull them on. Thankfully they fit, though I do have to tighten the drawstring quite a bit. A look in the mirror confirms my suspicion: I look ridiculous, still. Disheveled, with a white button-up shirt over a swimsuit and...well, I'm ditching the socks. I can go barefoot.
Now: what's up with the locked door?
And I ask as much when I return outside, finding my attorney and my wife still chatting, now commiserating with Jackie and Rachael as well: "What's up with the locked door?" I ask, to no one in particular, "I, uh, can't get into the master bedroom."
"Oh yes," Monika says, turning towards me, "here, let's you and Milenka and I go inside...This place has been crazy with activity while you two lovebirds have been away. I'll catch you up on everything..."
"I think that's a good idea..." I say, wariness creeping into my voice along with the uncanny sense of foreboding that drifts through me.
"Oh, don't worry, big guy!" Monika chirps, as the three of us enter the front door, leaving Jackie and Rachael outside, "It's all good! All improvements for you two..."
Monika takes the lead and, quick of pace, heads down the stairs and towards the bedroom wing, with Milenka and I in tow. She and I exchange brief glances as Monika keeps up the chatter. It sounds like there have been all sorts of contractors and construction crews here as we've been away. Some of them, by Monika's design:
"I must say that one of my gifts to you and Milenka will be perfectly suited for you both," Monika says, as she stops us outside one of the guest bedrooms: the one Milenka had been staying in before. Monika turns back to us and places her hands on my shoulders, "I can't wait to show you!!"
With that, she goes fishing in her little black purse to dig out a set of keys: apparently, this door is locked, too. "I've had designers and painters and carpet crews here," she says, as she finds the proper key, and sets it to the handle, "trying to get it all ready for your return. There might still be a few touches I want to finish but..."
She opens the door and steps aside, allowing Milenka and I to look inside.
"Voila!" she says, her voice bright, "I hope you love it!"
It's...a nursery.
"Now, I know," she continues with proud, barely contained excitement as Milenka and I step into the newly-reappointed room, "this is maybe a little crazy, I may be getting a little ahead of myself. But..." Monika watches us as we look around, both a little startled. "...a new life together for you two, very exciting."
"Wow..." I remark, a little flabbergasted, pausing just past the doorway with Monika as Milenka walks deeper into the room, "it looks like a completely different room..." My heart has begun to beat a little too fast.
"So, I just know the two of you are going to be filling this house with babies sometime soon...am I right?" Monika pauses, but before either of us can answer, she continues. "Of course you are...I mean, look at Milenka..."
At that, Milenka turns, back to us, with a question of a smile.
"...she looks like a very fertile girl. I mean, just look at her...she's positively glowing," Monika continues, as Milenka smiles demurely back, "Are you sure you're not pregnant already?"
Milenka gives a little giggle, waves Monika's joke off, and turns back to the nursery.
"You are getting ahead of yourself," I say to Monika, with a laugh, "I mean - thank you. Thank you so much. This all looks...great."
Monika beams at my comments, as she and I watch Milenka drift through the room, running her hand over the changing table, the crib, inspecting it all. oh boy...
"W-we do...we really do, want to, uh, have k-kids...someday," I continue, "and this'll be the perfect room for, uhm, them...it's gorgeous. It's got everything." Milenka hasn't said a word, since she's entered the room, and seems lost in thought as she meanders the nursery. With a dry gulp, I clear my throat. "H-honey?" I call to her, "Do you like it?"
With that, Milenka's turns her head back to us, and with a wide, ravishing smile full of gratitude and joy, her eyes light up and without a word say everything: it's perfect...
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