Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

[greg grey]

"OhMyGodNothing!" I blurt, quickly turning the phone screen downwards and dropping my long shaft, which I'd found myself idly stroking while watching Monika's video again, and again, and again, as I lay on the couch.

Milenka's huge, naked breasts are suddenly resting on my thin shoulders, surrounding them, the back of my neck, and - yes - nearly my entire head. They're heavy and warm and - mmmmmmmmmm.... - as I breathe in they make me compliant, so when Milenka's hand grabs mine, and redirects it back to my cock...I continue to stroke, slowly, under her guidance.

Shhhh..... In a soft, sincere voice, she asks about the video, and tells me she wants to watch it too. Not waiting for my answer, she finds my other hand, with my phone, and firmly positions it so we can both see. Monika's image speaks to us, again, and despite myself I groan. Milenka purrs reassurance to me, as I continue to jerk off....is okay.

With Monika, onscreen, looking so busty, so beautiful, so confident and composed and in control, and now with Milenka's soft flesh and her soothing pheromones surrounding me, enveloping me as her hand remains on my wrist, urging me on, it's not long before my loins begin to clench, my gut to tighten. It's thoughts of Monika's ascendancy, thoughts of my own growing inferiority to her and Milenka and...oh god...all these women, every one I know...it's thoughts of me ceding all my powers, slowly, to these women...it's these thoughts that...that...that...

unnngghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

My white bath towel under me on the couch, I begin to spurt up, onto myself, onto my chest onto - ugh - my phone. "oh god..." I whimper, "oh god," as I spasm in climax, my whole body doubling up, helpless to keep this monstrously huge cock from splashing and splattering myself with come, loads of it. Some spatters onto my face, warm brine.

Milenka laughs in delighted shock, and backs up a little out of the way, taking the phone with her. She'll take it, she says, clean it. Husband no need phone anyway...

And so I'm left, naked and spreadeagled on the couch, still twitching in climax and sodden in my sticky shame, as Milenka steps away, closing her soft, white robe and still watching the last few moments of Monika's announcement on my jism-slopped phone...

 

[greg grey]

Several minutes later, I'm up off the couch, still naked, cleaning myself as best I can with the towel and trying to explain myself to my wife, who's fixing herself a huge pitcher of her protein shake in the kitchen.

"I...I don't know what c-came over me, I'm sorry..." I explain, as I approach the kitchen island bar. Milenka's going about her task efficiently, with a bright pleasant smile.

No worry, she tells me. But...I was just jerking off to another woman! She tut-tuts my distress, my lapses in judgement as normal for man.

"But it's...it's crazy...I...I can't control myself, sometimes," I say, rethinking my decision to climb up onto a stool. Rather, I walk around the island so I can talk to her, wrapping my towel around my waist on the way. "But it's like I don't want to control myself, either," I say, as I round the bar to stand, "I...I dunno, Milenka...I...dunno...what...to...do..."

My towel falls to the floor, forgotten, as words fail me. Paying me seemingly little mind, Milenka continues making her shakes. But I'm not goggling at the vast quantity of powder she's dissolving in what looks like a gallon of milk - I'm goggling as I look up, and up, and up...at her.

"Oh my god, Milenka," I speak, with undisguised awe in my voice, "how tall are you?"

She looks down at me again, with a queer, confident smile. With one hand she cups my chin, and tenderly strokes my face, telling me she hasn't measured herself yet today. She looks gigantic...the new treatment is working, for sure, I think, with butterflies springing to life in my belly. To make it all the more dramatic I feel I have, again, lost inches. The height difference between us is...insane.

With a cocked brow, Milenka eyes the erection slowly rising between us as the impact of her new size is beginning to have its effects on me. Go, go away, she tells me with a laugh as she turns me around and pushes me away, go take shower.

"O-o-kay..." I agree, "y-yeah, good idea..." Leaving my soiled towel behind on the floor, I head towards the bedroom wing, my head swimming, drowning in my own thoughts.

Along the way, I pause outside the door of the exercise room, and look back over my shoulder: can she see me?

Surreptitiously, I sneak into the gym, and with a deep, rattling breath approach the scale...

 

[greg grey]

...jesus christ, I think to myself, as I drench my head under our rainhead shower, I'm getting fucking short.

4'4"

68 lbs.

And I'm supposed to go to this dinner, this APCEO event, tonight? The rueful thought goes through my head that there'll be a meeting of middle-aged, Asian CEOs...and I'll be the shortest guy there. It makes me chuckle, despite myself. But still - I'll look ridiculous! Especially coming in with...with HER! Oh god...this is going to be a circus! Should I back out? But Monika said how important it was for me to be there...ahg! The anxiety!

As I shower, alone in my troubled thoughts, Milenka calls in to me: the bed delivery will be here in just a few minutes.

"Okay!" I call out, and turn the water off. I rush to dress, in my new shorts and a striped, collared shirt, and just get out of the bedroom when the doorbell rings.

Milenka ushers in two women, in matching collared shirts of their own and khaki slacks, and the three confer on how to get this new bed in here the best way. For myself, I'm suddenly finding myself a bit reticent, reluctant to see other people at my shrunken height. I take a seat on a faraway couch, and watch the proceeding from the living room, hiding behind a magazine.

The women direct a small team of men in different uniforms as they carry in large, heavy boxes and then what appears to be the World's Biggest Mattress, wrapped in plastic. The men, after a bit, are dismissed, and I hear a truck pull away outside. The two women, on the other hand, remain. Behind closed doors, now, in our bedroom...setting up our new bed.

They're in there for hours.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

While Milenka works out in the gym....

After adding a few extra cameras into the room - these directly to the KOLECTV offices, the two women go to the task of putting together the bed....with all the special things this bed will be able to do, there is a lot of wiring that is routed in and around the bed....it is all concealed as are other electronic devices, chip boards, and computers, all concealed...the bed framing that houses some of this equipment is taller than the normal bed....partly due to the advanced properties that this bed is capable of, but also to adequately meet the height requirements of Milenka...

Then they also set up the miscellaneous furniture that had also come in....side tables, bureau with mirror, which also has a camera and microphone built inside of the glass....

A few hours later, Milenka finished with her workout....

Once done, they have a quick conversation with Milenka and she escorts them out of the house....then finds Greg, who is on the couch....

After a good work out, she says to Greg....
"Take off gloves, Little Man. Then we go to see new bedroom. ~with some exuberance~ Mommy can't wait!"

 

[greg grey]

Good god, as if I didn't feel small enough already.

Walking into my bedroom, my own bedroom, is like walking into a giant's house. I feel smaller than ever, as if I'd suddenly lost more than a foot. The team of movers, the delivery people, had replaced every piece of furniture with a near exact replica - but of enormous proportions. My room is big, spacious, lofty of ceiling, and the new pieces do noting to make it seem small. No, it's me who's made seem small.

I swallow dryly, made immediately nervous and anxious as I look around the room. Milenka, on the other hand, steps happily by me and announces in a bright voice how much she loves it. Of course she loves it...finally a room in her size.

The tall bureau looms over me; theres no way I could see in its upper drawer. Even the low bureau's surface is above my eyeline, being about head-height to me. The side tables are just a few inches shorter than me; even the bedside lamps have grown.

But most enormous is the bed. It must be at least 8 1/2' long and nearly as wide. Milenka, in her bikini, has jumped on it and begun bouncing on her knees, like a giddy child, laughing and calling to me. As I approach, the bed dwarfs me more and more. Can I climb into it, unassisted? Probably...but just barely. It must be nearly four feet high.

It looks like I'll have to try...she's fixed me with a mischievous, playful look, and has her arms outstretched...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka watches as Greg tries his best to scale the height of the new bed, but to no avail, he cannot do it - a blow to his ability to maintain some independence, something that will be chipped at slowly today and every day to come....

With a broad smile and a matronly demeanor Milenka says, "Come here my Little Man, Mommy will help you get on the bed."

Milenka picks him up with such ease...she even knows how light he has become as she scoops Greg up and holds him in her arms, which are now bigger and longer.....

She kisses him on the forehead and smiles...
"You so beautiful. Mommy loves you like this. Don't ever worry about getting smaller my Little Man. Oh yes, Milenka loves her baby just as he is."

Now Milenka swerves her body around and places him in the middle of the bed.....she looks at him in his boyish clothes and says...
"So cute my little man is in outfit, but is time to change you clothes."

She takes off his shoes, shirt, and shorts, but notices something is amiss...
"Where is Little Man's diaper? Hmm. ~waves her finger at him~ Is bad you not have one on. Now Greggy, if you going to dress youself, you must do good job."

Now she takes off her bikini top and then bottom and pushes him slowly downward with her behemoth size breasts....Greg's body is flattened out and is now supine position...amazingly, her tits now cover more than half of his body...she just lays there and says....
"You have no idea what this does for Mommy's pussy. Am so attracted to you in such a weakened position. Milenka just loves to see you like this. Makes me want to orgasm."

Now Milenka turns around...her pussy in his face....she seats herself so that her pussy grinds right into him....actually, her pussy is huge now, almost the size of his face.....his nose and mouth disappear into the folds of her labia, ,into her vagina.....it makes her coo and moan.....then she gets his hardened cock in between her tits and begins to slowly tit fuck his member...at times she mouths the head of his cock....

Then Milenka requests of him....
"Make Mommy get herself off. Make Mommy's pussy get nice and wet. Do as Mommy says. Please Mommy, she needs you to do so badly."

 

[greg grey]

"mmmphh!" I exclaim, "Mmmph mmph mmph!!"

I guess I don't have too much choice in the matter: I start eating. I start slurping. I start sucking and tongueing and kissing and I have her. I have her groaning and moaning, quaking and trembling, calling my name in Russian but I recognize the words: baby...baby...baby

With her spun around, sitting on my face like this, she has my cock between her tits but - with our size difference - it's awkward. She tries, for a bit, to tit-fuck me, but in her mounting arousal, her growing fervor, eventually she sits up straight and just fucks my face. Her scent, her taste - they're incredible, an aphrodisiac themselves, and so I don't mind...in fact I love it. I'm so hard, just standing stiffly from up between my legs. I love how she's sighing and mewling and rolling her hips into my face and it's not long before I have her climax building, before I can feel her start to tense. I start to hum and growl and urge her, urge her, urge her...

...she comes: hugely. And to me, it's like I'm underneath some great behemoth, in the throes of passion. I know she won't hurt me but...good god, it's earth shattering, epic.

Eventually, she settles, still cooing. She doesn't move off me, though, just slides forward a bit to allow me some air. My cock twitches and quivers, aching for her touch...and I rut my hips up in to the air once, twice: hey, remember me!

She gives it a swat.

"Hey!" I exclaim, and she giggles as she watches it sway back and forth. And then she swats me again, and laughs some more. "Stop it!" I laugh, from behind and below her as I slide my arms out from under her haunches, to freedom, "Be gentle!"

That just brings on more swats.

"You giant...meanie!" I say, as I grab a small (well, not to me) throw pillow from behind me and - <swwap!> - hit her across the lower back.

I hear a high, surprised <gasp!!> from above, and in a flash she's off me, spun around, and sitting on me again, across my hips. She looks down on me with mouth agape in false offense, with wide eyes of astonished shock...and I hit her again, clumsily, across the upper thigh and hip, with my pillow.

Her eyes flash and she swings a leg off me, to kneel at my right side and at the same time grab a pillow of her own: a big soft one. Raising it over her head, she brings it down <<smmmash!>> onto my face.

"AhhgMMMpph!!" I exclaim, as I try to sit up a bit, to better defend myself, and attack. She reeled back, ready for another blow, and I bop her in the stomach with the pillow. But soon <<whhhappp!>> a blow across my face sends me reeling to the left, and I catch myself on my left arm before <<whapp!>> another one hits me.

"Hey!!" I laugh, as I push myself away from her, and get up on my knees, pillow at the ready. She's knelt to face me, her own pillow curled back, ready to strike. Her eyes are wide and bright and alive with laughter and her smile is wide and brilliant. Her breath comes fast, and her hair is tousled into a mane. She rocks back and forth, like a prize fighter, and waits for my next move....

I launch the pillow at her, and it bounces off her arm. Immediately I dive to my right for another pillow but in a flash <<<whhomp!>> she cracks me across the back with a blow. I fall forward into the pillows at the headboard and grab for my next weapon, but before I can sit back up with it -

With one hand, on my shoulder, spins me over. I'm laying beneath her now, and again she sits over me, across my legs, using them and one hand on my chest to pin me down. The other hand holds her pillow, but with a gleam in her eye she drops it...and her face down closer to me.

Suddenly: I feel tiny. I mean...I was overmatched, a midget in a pillow fight against an Amazon. But now: on this huge, oversized bed, under her huge, immensely more powerful body: I'm trapped. I'm a small man feeling smaller than ever, and I know she can see it.

She's still smiling, playing. But she feels it too. Her power over me is growing, growing, growing every day. She's becoming bigger, stronger - as I continue to shrink, to shrink, to shrink.

With a little curl to her smile, she reaches down to grab her bikini top, and lets me watch as she sits up and puts it back on: she knows how good she looks in a bikini, and how much I like to see her in one.

She then leans back over and...

uuunnnnhhh... I grunt, as she grips me in her hand, encircling my cock with her fingers but not taking her eyes off mine. She watches my eyes flutter for a second, and then settle back to hers as she begins to stroke me...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

As Milenka looks into his eyes while stroking Greg's hard cock...

Thinking to herself....
"What it is when Milenka does this. Is it the fact that Milenka likes such big cock that I like to stroke so much? Suck it so much? Have it inside of me so much? Do I enjoy pleasing him in this way or is it selfish of Milenka as I watch my Little Man wither the way he does? Or is it just love? My love for him, even in this way with Milenka growing so much and him and Little Man shrinking for his Mommy."

Milenka looks down at Greg's cock and continues to stroke - a bit harder and a bit faster.....she hears Greg's moaning.....even some writhing like a little baby as she strokes and strokes and strokes the length of hist member...a shrill sound of Greg's voice fills the room and he releases a maddening amount of come....it sprays on him, on her and some on the new bed...Milenka licks it all up as much as she can off of him and herself....

Sitting up, Milenka picks Greg up and his body hangs in the air....Milenka can feel the baby in him because he is so light....she readies herself into position....
"Mommy must feed you before we get ready, which is soon."

Greg has a confused looking face for a moment....

Milenka looks down at him as she cradles his body in her arms...
"Silly little man, you forget? Dinner with executives with Monika. Now let Mommy feed you. No want my baby starving tonight while grown-ups eat dinner."

Yes, that's right, more and more Greg will be treated less like a grown up and more like a child....and as he has already figured out, he will be treated like a baby...

Now Milenka grabs Greg's head and pushes him inside of her bosom...her breasts now bigger, skin even softer than before, his head has now almost disappeared....Milenka makes sure he latches onto her even bigger nipple as it enters his somewhat smaller mouth, filling it up with that erect, thick flesh....his need for air lessens as he is able to breath in the pheromones, this is enough to keep him alive....

Milenka lets out a sigh as her enlarged breasts release its milk...she can feel Greg as his jaw undulates up and down allowing him to suck....this makes her smile...she loves such a feeling against her breast....

Milenka then pulls him off of her and sees the drunken stupor that he is in and pushes his face into her other breast...again his head practically disappears and again she lets out a type of pheromone that will not only shrink him, but allow him to breath while he suckles....

Bliss is what she feels as she lets him drink up his dinner...

 

[greg grey]

I've worn a lot of really great suits before...

...this is not a great suit.

This, in fact, is a terrible suit, I think, as I clip on the embarrassingly clip-ony clip-on tie that we bought yesterday, along with this kid's-fashion jacket and matching pants, of cheap-quality, grey polyester. Despite the fact that a cheap department-store tailor had a go at it, it doesn't fit very well at all, and is just plain down-right embarrassing.

"Milly..." I call out, as I struggle to adjust my tie in the full-length mirror, "...I'm not really sure I want to go to this thing tonight..."

Oh hush, she scolds me from inside the bathroom, where she's putting on her make-up, telling me the bare facts: must go. Is very important dinner. Monika insist.

But why, I whine, silently, to myself. Can't Monika just go herself? It's all her connections, anyway. She knows how I've always hated this sort of thing.

It is an important event, though - I realize that. The APCEO dinner tonight is an annual thing, an event in the city where high-level Asian executives positioned in the States all meet to hash out all sorts of deals. Very, very exclusive, with high-power players. There's normally never any invitations out to westerners, or anyone not associated with a huge Asia/Pacific Rim-based enterprise. Monika and I and our Asian team have tried to score a seat there over the past few years, but have never gotten anywhere. It's a great opportunity, I know, for GGE's latest business ventures expanding into Asian markets.

But still - do I have to? I'll...I'll look like a freak. And I feel...well...dim. I mean...I always do, after breastfeeding from Milenka. It sort of zones me out, numbs me to the world. Makes me blissful and happy and...sorta stupid. Trouble is...that feeling's been fading less and less, and even hours afterwards - all the time in fact - I feel like I'm not always...at my best. Like I've misplaced a few IQ points. I thought it was the honeymoon, the vacation. But I haven't, for quite a while now, felt like I'm on top of my game. and I'm getting nervous that...maybe this is me at my best, now. As good as I'm going to get - in this new game.

And so, here I am, standing there in the mirror, reflecting - yeah - I am nervous. I am apprehensive. I really, really don't want to go. My mind is a million places. But then, suddenly, the world comes into laser focus. Because, suddenly, in walks my date...

"...w-w-wow," I stammer, "y-you look gorgeous..."

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka can see it in his face, Greg's nervousness, his apprehension about tonight...it shows itself in the way he speaks, his stuttering...oh she knows he's almost incapable of seeing her like this - so gorgeous and tall and curvaceous, but she knows he is quite out of sorts, it reaffirms everything about where he is at in this moment in time....it also makes Milenka feel good about her decisions....but she also knows the importance of tonight....Monika had talked to her about it....

In her own thoughts...
"Bah, Little Man he should know. Milenka would love to do nothing is more than stay with him in bed and continue to make him come. I want to be home and want him home, but is important event. Milenka must do something, must say something and make my Little Man feels happy, be confidant."

Milenka bends her knees and gets down to his size....
"Greg sweety, must go tonight, you know that. It will be all right. Mommy will be with you. I hold your hand as much as possible. Outside, we husband and wife. ~places hand over her heart~ Inside, we Mommy and my baby. ~with a loving smiling face~Maybe best you no say too much. Talk slowly. Only speak what you need to say. And where it help, Milenka will do her part. I be beautiful and charming and fill in blanks in conversation. Wife will be wonderful, what is it called, oh yes, wife be wonderful diversion. Will take conversation away from you when needed."

Now she stands up....
"Milenka also knows, red dress not bad either. Asian men will love big size in wife. You not know, short Asian men might pay attentions to me rather than you. Is good thing. Maybe they be jealous. Never know."

Milenka bends at the knees and she straightens out his tie...
"Besides, Monika not doing this to make husband look bad. You said yooself how hard this thing is to get into. Well, here you are. ~in a serious tone Something are more important than you or I."

Jackie yells out from the kitchen....
"C'mon you too, lets go!"

Kisses him on the head and extends her hand...
"We coming Jackie!"

Milenka smiles down at Greg and they make their way through the house to follow Jackie into the car......

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Once inside the car, Elvira and Kristina, are there...as is Monika, who looks striking - they all do, but Monika is in charge, her black dress and her black lace gloves say it all....meanwhile, the girls make room for Greg...

Kristina...smiling, pats her hand on the leather car seat...
"Oh, Little Guy, come here."

Elvira....
"Yes, so nice to see Mr. Gray again."

Greg turns to Milenka for guidance...in a motherly way she shakes her head yes and he is seated between the two woman who now seem gargantuan due to his shrinking body....oh, and they fawn all over him, Kristina playing with his hair and Elvira's hand on his thigh.....

Elvira.....
"Mr. Gray, you like a doll of a man, so cute, wouldn't you say Kristina?"

Kristina....
"Я мог бы просто забрать его домой и играть с ним весь день, он так мило!"

Elvira...
"Бьюсь об заклад, вы бы."

Milenka laughs with them...and then Monika calls Milenka over to sit next to her....it is obvious to everyone that Milenka is taller as she fills up the cabin of the rented limousine.....

Monika....
"You know how important tonight is my dear?"

Milenka...
"Yes, have been telling Greg his presence is needed by company."

Monika...in a low tone, so that Greg cannot hear....
"Ah, yes, yes he is, but you attending is far more important. I want these Asian men at APCEO to see what KOLECTV has made in you. Milenka, you may be the face of the future of GGE and some of the things that we can do."

Milenka....
"Yes, Milenka will do anything to be helpful. Am grateful to KOLECTV and husband for who Milenka is today."

Milenka continues her little pep talk with Milenka and lets her know that she will be very helpful to the success of tonight's dinner.....

 

[greg grey]

"So, uh, hi ladies," I say, as I squeeze in between Kristina and Elvira, with Milenka settling in across from us in the limo, next to Monika, "You all look wonderful." It's true: all three are done up elegantly, as is my wife, looking their spectacular best in dresses that flatter and show off their remarkable figures. I'm amazed, particularly, at Monika - maybe it's just my new perspective, where everything seems bigger, she seems to be holding her own for curves even next to these engineered KOLECTV women. "But, I, uh..didn't know you were coming..." I glance up at Monika, the question and confusion apparent on my face.

"Oh, it's totally important that Elvira and Kristina are with us tonight," Monika explains, as Jackie pulls out of the long driveway and onto the private street. As she talks, the two girls aside me are fussing with my outfit, my jacket, my tie. "With Milenka around, I'm sure we'll have lots of questions about her...she's going to make quite the impression, don't you think?"

At that Milenka smiles demurely, almost bashfully.

"Kristina, I thought, could do the best job handling that," Monika continues, "she's most familiar with the science and the process and what KOLECTV can do."

"Wh-what do you mean..?" I stammer, "we're not going to tell people about KOLECTV, are we?" Milenka, KOLECTV, the whole experience...I thought it was my dirty little secret.

At that, Kristina and Elvira giggle, Monika laughs. "Oh, Greg! C'mon!" she implores, "there's no way this is going to stay a mystery for long."

"B-b-but don't you think it's too ear-"

"No, we should jump on it, use it to our advantage instead of trying to hide. Don't you think? That's why I brought Elvira. With her new team-"

"Acquisitions and Takeovers?" I interject, the words feeling funny as I say them. It was surprising, to me, that Monika had created this new department at GGE. We were never an aggressive company before, but-

"Yes. I want her to talk and listen and look for opportunities while we're there. And I really think this will be a nice coming out party for what we can do..."

Subtly, Kristina and Elvira scootch in closer to me, sandwiching me between them just a bit more.

"B-but...but..." I blurt, my heart starting to race with the anxiety - I hadn't really thought of the implication of having Milenka with me, at this event, "will there be press? I...I certainly don't want to-"

"Oh, I'll handle the press, little guy," Monika smiles, leaning over to put one hand on my knobby knee, "you don't have to do anything there."

The words that Milenka had said, just a little while ago, flow through my head again:

"Will be all right...Maybe best you no say too much...Only speak what you need to say...Milenka will do her part. I be beautiful and charming and fill in blanks in conversation...Will take conversation away from you when you need..."

I can feel it happening already, my passiveness swelling and filling me. I'm fighting my anxiety with it, accepting the fact that I'll be happier, that this will all be easier, if I just let these women run the show. It's true...I don't need to say too much...I don't need to do to much. Monika has it handled, Milenka wil be there at my side. I can always just talk to my wife. Or not. I can just be quiet...

And quiet is what I become, sitting there in the car, now just listening. Listening to Monika explain the situation again, some of the key players, to Elvira and Kristina. Listening to Milenka giggle, excitedly, and fuss with her hair: this is really her first big foray into public, and she seems thrilled. A poor girl from a poor country, this is all new to her. She seems a little nervous, but not nearly as nervous as me...and I've been to a hundred of these sorts of things.

What I expect for this thing: we'll be in one of the big ballrooms that serve for functions like this big dinner, in one of San Diego's nicest hotels. We'll probably have to mingle for a bit before dinner, listen to a few speeches while we (or, rather, they and everyone else) eat, and then hang around for a while after. People will be dressed up nice, obviously, ostensibly enjoying themselves but really here to make new connections, cement old ones, and find new business among the various big, Pan-Asian companies represented in the group. Big things like this can be stressful - and we're going to stick out, not only as some of the only non-Asians there, but because of...well, you can figure it out.

I look up at Milenka, sitting across from me. I don't know if she knows what she's getting herself into.

"You r-really look awesome," I say to her, in a quiet aside, putting my small hand on her knee and looking her in the eye as the other three are chatting, "and you're going to have a great time."

...and our car pulls up to the door, the grand entryway to the hotel.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Jackie comes around and opens the door for everyone...she knows she's invited...it smarts a bit, especially when she sees how ravishing Milenka is when she walks out...Milenka is never heartless...she gives Jackie a sweet look and mouths "Later, we see each other?" ~~ Jackie mouths "Yea, sure." ...and shakes her head yes....

Meanwhile, Greg is practically catapulted out of the limo by Elvira and Krsitina...they pull him out by his hands like a little child and he is in the air momentarily as he goes over the street and curb and they land him on the glittered sidewalk....

The hotel is impressive indeed....all together, Monika is at Milenka's side and Greg is still being held like a child as they walk up the red carpeted steps into the hotel.....

Once inside, they are received by a young Asian lady in a traditional kimono.....

...who upon getting a gander at Milenka's height, escorts the GGE party of five to a table where two other women are dressed the same....

In a Japanese accent, the girl sitting down asks "Company?"

And Monika, rather than Greg responds....
"GGE Global."

She searches, then finally finds them....
"Ah, here they are."

She hands them name tags, one for each....Monika doles them out to the girls, hands one to Milenka....then puts one on the diminutive, Greg and says, "Here you go big guy. Now make sure it doesn't come off."

The four walk into the ballroom...one after the other, eyes are drawn toward Milenka....a room with a cacophony of talk and laughter quickly comes to a thundering halt....in Milenka's heels, she must be nearing seven and a half feet....with her red dress on she becomes a magnet, all eyes are on her....

 

[greg grey]

Okay, this was all a HUGE mistake...

From the very minute we walked in, the five of us, me among the women, I knew I should have stayed home. But the awkwardness of that moment, of being a shrunken midget like myself stepping into a ballroom full of high-powered executives, all of whom you'd like to impress as someone with who you might want to do business, was nothing compared to this...

"Oh yes yes yes...it's already available, to an exclusive clientele," Monika is saying to the gathering crowd around us. All attention is on us, the Westerners. Among these shorter men, all four women look like Amazons, and Milenka is an absolute giant. But all ears are on Monika, as she speaks down to the crowd:

She's glowing, bathing in the moment as she answers questions for the group. Elvira, Kristina and Milenka stand to her sides, listening along with the rest of the crowd. I'm sort of hiding, best as I can, behind Elvira, hoping not to be noticed. It's easier than it sounds, with all the gaping at my enormous wife and Monika's commanding presence; everyone's looking at them, and not at me. Even with the anonymity, though, I'm starting to feel a little out of sorts.

As soon as we had entered the room, I had started to detect a familiar, feminine smell in the air, wafting from Kristina and Elvira. Their perfume has already begun to fill the room and now, try as I might in this public place, I have trouble keeping my attention on Monika's face as she talks. It drifts, of its own accord, and barely hearing what she's saying I muse to myself....

I know I've gotten smaller but...god, was she always this big?

I watch, rather than listen to Monika speaking. I watch her breasts swell and fall with her breaths. I watch them swell further and further in pride as a larger and larger crowd gathers, intent on what she's saying, intent on what she's presenting. I, though, am really not paying attention...

"...President of Gray Global Enterprises....our new Biomedical Division....with a new, world-wide reach...greater resources, greater capital, added facilities..." Her words buzz and humm through my head, and I'm feeling more and more anxious, as I look at the crowd. All high-powered, powerful men...they're rapt...they're entranced...

But despite Monika's having their ears, and despite her impressive figure, the eyes of all the others...well, they belong to Milenka.

Obviously the new focus of everyone's evening, Milenka smiles down at the group proudly. Does she see their dumbfounded stares, their gaping mouths?

"And - it's so amazing!" Monika continues, "not only can the super-wife be made taller, more beautiful, but so healthy. Impervious to sickness and disease. And, stronger, too. I'm sure Milenka's too bashful for a demonstration here, but she could lift one of these tables over her head..."

"With ten of you sit on it," Kristina chimes in, an aside to Elvira. Eyes drift back up to Milenka with new admiration, as she giggles and casts her eyes down, demurely. Though she's smiling, I can see she's a little overcome with all the attention...does she realize, though, that she's being spoke of like a product?

"Really, there are so many possibilities..." Monika says, with her widest, brightest, most charming smile, "but let me let Dr. Zhestakova, from our Kazakhstan facility, explain some more of the particulars of the treatments to you. She has a much better understanding of the process..."

With all this attention on Milenka, Monika, and now Kristina, luckily no one has mentioned me, or had really even noticed me at all as I more or less have hidden behind Elvira. As Kristina begins to field questions, my anxiety gets the better of me and I start to sneak away, slowly backing away from the crowd....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

As Dr. Zhestakova gives some explanations for her and KOLECTV's work, Milenka stands there being pointed to, having her incredibly hourglass figure referred to, and how a woman can be so strong and yet have skin so soft....once there are a frenzy of questions from the crowd, and Monika is holding court with these Asian business men, Milenka is referred to less and less....issues of technology, cost, and return on investment become terms that are thrown around...Milenka, for the tallest and biggest person in the room she somehow recedes...then turns around and sees that Greg is gone....like a small child, he is missing and Milenka now begins to search for Greg....

Milenka in her sweet Kazak voice chirps aloud...
"Greg? Oh Greg?? Where's Little Man of mine??"

Nothing...

She looks at each, table, her vision keenly aware of what is around her, trying to sense something....

Then she sees something, or someone moving behind a chair....Milenka smiles that delicious, syrupy mothery smile and comes over to table number thirteen....

In her throaty, sexy voice...
"Is that my Little Man behind that chair..?? Come on out...let Mommy take you to bathroom..."

 

[greg grey]

Back here, away from the crowd, I'm a little less befuddled by the pheromones pouring out of Kristina and Elvira. I'm a little more myself. Back here, at our table, I'm able to gain a little perspective on the whole situation. Back here, I slowly start to realize what's going on...

It looks like many of these men, these executives and CEO's, were expecting us - or, rather, they were expecting her. They had heard about the big woman that was going to be coming with the westerners, the superhuman crafted with the new, exciting technology now in the hands of a company right here from San Diego. They didn't invite us here to talk about how GGE could help them increase trade through our growing connections in Asia, freight shipping and otherwise. They had no interest in talking to me...they wanted a look at my wife.

And Monika knew it all along.

That thought, of course, does nothing to help my apprehension, or this growing sense of unease that's been nagging at me more and more every day. It's only enflamed my crippling social anxiety that has me, now, hiding behind a chair in the far corner of the room, passively watching everything from afar.

But why didn't Monika tell me? Why didn't she warn me? Did she think it'd make me balk at coming? Did she think I'd find it unsettling, using this dinner as a sales pitch for KOLECTV's technology? A showcase for Milenka? Using these wealthy, well-connected men as a new market for their super-wives? Monika's constantly, in the interest of the company, looking for new outlets for new business. So I shouldn't be surprised. And now that KOLECTV is under our corporate umbrella, I guess it makes sense...

"Little boy want drink?"

The voice startles me, pulls me from my reverie. It's one of the waitresses, the servers, the girls dressed up like geishas for this extravaganza. Through her heavy, pale makeup, from behind her heavy lashes, she looks down at me innocently, expectant. I flush red in embarrassment, though, being caught hiding like a shy child among grown-ups.

"Little boy thirsty?" she asks again, in a high, sing-song voice, "Want drink?"

She thinks I'm a kid.

I look up at her, blinking, one two three.

Oh jeez, she thinks I'm a kid.

At just over four-feet tall, as skinny as I've become, with no hair on me aside that on my head: who can blame her? I probably look like a ten year old. And...I'm acting like one, two.

I should laugh, assure her of her mistake, order a manhattan or something. But...I go with what's easier:

"n-no th-thank you..." I say, raising my voice to a high tremor.

She smiles, folding her hands in front of herself, and bends down towards me. "Little boy lost? Parents here?"

"I'm here with..." - oh jeez, I'm about to say it, aren't I? - "m-m-my Mommy," I stammer, "s-she's right over there..." I point out to the crowd, where the only visible women are Monika, Milenka and the girls.

"Which one? Which one your mommy?"

<gulp> "Th-the, uh, t-tall one"

"Oh," the geisha says, raising her eyebrows, "Very...pretty. Pretty lady, very pretty mama."

"y-yeah..." I agree as, just then, Milenka turns towards us, from across the room, spotting me. She smiles, and begins to walk our way.

"Oh good!" the geisha chirps, "She sees! She come now..."

I flush an even deeper red as my wife nears...disbelieving myself what I'm about to say...

"h-hi mommy..." I say, in my smallest of voices.

At that, Milenka beams, a huge, satisfied, triumphant smile lighting her face. Her eyes are glowing, glimmering with pride...and something else.

Is that my Little Man behind that chair..?? Come on out...let Mommy take you to bathroom..."

"y-y-yes mommy..." I say, still acting the child, as I step out from hiding, and offer up my hand. The geisha smiles, taking a step back, as my wife/mother takes me to her...

...and her perfume fills the air...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

When Greg says, "Yes, Mommy" she can hear a subtle difference in his voice....like the rest of him, the shrinking, the thinness, his boyish looks, now added to that is his ever pronounced boyish voice...of course Milenka decides to not take it as an act, she takes his boyishness very seriously...it endears her and she loves it very much....

Milenka takes his hand and she walks him through the dining room and out into the corridor...

Again in her throaty, sexy voice....
"Mommy take you to bathroom."

Milenka finds the women's room and takes him inside....regardless of Greg's flush of embarrassment and him pulling at her as if to say "no, he won't go inside," Milenka has no choice but to lift him up, cradle him in her arm and force him to go in....luckily, the handicap stall is available...and as luck would have it, a changing table is in that stall...Milenka locks it and opens the changing table from the wall, and places him down on it....to her pleasant surprise, there are black nylon straps, which she uses to keep him in place....

Greg wriggles a bit and Milenka places her large, left hand squarely on his chest and "hushes" him up to stay quiet....the pants are loosened and brought to Greg's knees and his diaper is opened....his cock springs outward like some load weapon....now somewhere between flaccid and half-hard....Milenka smiles and says, "My little boy thinking about his Mommy, yes? of course he is."

She checks his diaper....
"Good, not wet. No need to change."
....then she comes in close, one hand grabs his cock and begins to stroke it, another strokes his hair.....
"Now Little Man, shush, not to loud. Enjoy what Mommy can do for you. How I can make you feel right now. How much I love you."

Milenka kisses him on the forehead, her lips seemingly huge now, even bigger than before...her bosom rises and falls, calming Greg down at their mere sight...he lays there and finds himself relaxed, quiet, and yet so aroused at the same time....

~stroke...stroke...stroke~

 

[greg grey]

We walk quickly down the hotel's main corridor, thankfully mostly deserted. We see only one gentleman, who glances up from his phone to look at us - her, really. Though I cast my eyes away in shame, she smiles down at him as we pass, standing only taller and swelling in pride at his barely concealed shock, pulling me to her hip like a protective mom.

"Mommy take you to bathroom..."

I can hear it in her voice, the throaty, tremulous sound of lust...

"th-thank you mommy..." I say, in my little voice, knowing it's this child-play that's grabbed her, excited her...and now it's exciting me, too.

She's taking me to the Men's room....wait...no...that's the Women's room...wait..!

In my weakest voice, I complain. With all my weakly weight, I tug on her...no!. My struggles are fruitless, of course, laughable....god, it only makes me harder.

In a swoop I'm in her arms and we're in the ladies' room - again, thankfully empty - and in the largest stall. She lays me on the wall-mounted changing table and our eyes meet...oh my god, we are both so turned on by this...

She begins to strap me in. "M-mommy..?" I peep, causing her to catch her breath, her eyes to widen and flash. Before I can say another word, though, both our ears prick as we hear the bathroom door open and someone else eneter.

<Shhhhhhhh......> she hushes me, with a mischievous smile, and begins to pull down my pants. We hear whoever has just entered take another stall, maybe a couple away from us. As she pulls my diaper from me, and takes out my thick manhood, Milenka speaks in a whisper...though maybe just audible to the other...

"My little boy thinking about his Mommy, yes? Of course he is..."

My eyes widen - both in the fear of being 'caught' and with the spectacle of her huge bosom, which she's leaned in close to me, to relax me.

I stare at it, even as my eyes flutter with the new ecstasy of her hand cupping my sac, and then slowly encircling my hardening shaft. Her other hand falls to my head, and she takes to stroking my hair, cooing down to me softly...

"Now Little Man, shush, not too loud. Enjoy what Mommy can do for you.."

"yes, mommy, yes..." I say, my voice barely above a breath as she leans in to kiss my forehead, and then plants her breasts right in front of my face as she slowly strokes my cock. "oh...mommy...mommy..." I whine, softly but...can the other woman hear me? Does she think there's a child in here, being changed by its mother?

Tell mommy you love her, I'm bid, and I do...

"mommy...mommy...mommy..." I say, enjoying the pleasures of her hand, the soft caress of her fingers smoothing my hair, at my brow, "I love you mommy...I love you so much..." Whether intentional or not, the pheromones are pouring off her now, soothing me, arousing me, infantalizing me - taking me over, enveloping me.

She pulls in closer, as I tentatively raise one small, trembling hand and lay it on her breast. I squeeze, gently, at her firm boob through her red dress. She purrs approval, and I slowly start to caress her, rub her breast. I feel, and see, the throb of nipple rise, though her dress, through her bra. I stroke at it, with my hand, and stare at her huge breast.

"you're my mommy...you're my mommy..." I moan, talking more to her breast than to to my wife herself, "my mommy...mommy..."

MmmmHmmmm....MmmHmmmmm...she humms, little encouragements, and pulls in closer, bringing her giant chest lower, closer to my cock. She continues to stroke it, and has me now watching her hand jerk me off, with the expanse of her cleavage behind it...

"Enjoy what Mommy can do for you..." she whispers.

"yesss mommy..."

"...how I can make you feel right now..." she urges.

"yess mommy...!"

"...how much I love you..." she coos.

"yess...yes...yes mommy..!"

"Is...uh...everything alright in there?" comes a wary voice, a woman's voice, from outside our stall.

Milenka, startled for a moment, pauses in jerking me off. But then she smiles - a naughty, mischievous smile, down at me - and calls out - yes, all is fine, changing baby.

"Okay..!" the woman replies, "Just checking..!"

Footsteps away, and then a door - closing.

We're alone.

Come on, baby, come for mama...

Her eyes flash, and her pace quickens. I can feel her excitement, smell it, hear it in her voice.

Come on, baby, come...

Her hand slides up and down my shaft, faster and faster and faster and I'm sighing....mommy, mommy, mommy...I looking at her breasts, watching them jiggle, I'm moaning....mommy..! mommy..! mommy..!

Her hand leaves my head, and prepares...prepares for me to come...prepares to catch me...

Come...come...come baby, come...

"oh...Mommy...!"

UUUUUuuuuuunnnngggghhhhhh.....! mommy UUUUnnngh....! mommy UUUUnnngh....!

I come, I come into her hand, she catches me in her palm...

Unnnnnghhh....mommy...unggghhhh...mommy...ungghhh.....!

I come, strapped down to the table, staring at her breasts, staring at her one hand stroking me, staring at the other collecting my seed. I'm staring at my insanely huge, pulsing cock...

unnnghhhhh.....unnnnnnghhh....ungghhhh....mommy

My come is filling her hand, filling her palm, she lets me watch. A huge load, a glistening gooey glob...still she strokes and strokes and strokes...slower...slower...

unnnnhhhh.....unnnnhhhhh....unnhhhhh....

My baby....

She's beaming down on me, the proudest of mothers, as my eyes water and blink. I'm her child, I'm her baby, and I'm staring at her hand, at this load of jizz, as the last of it dribbles from my cock...

...and I open my mouth...

 

[riseofwives]

<Transcript of Audio File from Cochlear Implants, KOLECTV Operative 088
Subject Case 3133j (Zhestakova, Kristina)>

19:27 pm

Man's Voice, identified as M.Akimoto, Senior Vice President, North American Operations, Dainippon Sumitomo Pharma: "Can have bigger breasts? Bigger than Gray woman?"

Woman's Voice, identified as Operative 088: "Yes. Excuse English but yes bigger. Big as man want."

M.Akimoto: "Mmm. Very good. Very interested....wife home, in Japan. Need, ah...personal secretary, here, in U S A. They can type?"

K.Zhestakova: "Yes. We can teach."

M.Akimoto: "Ah. Good. Good. And how we start process?"

K.Zhestakova: "We need you interview, testing. First talk to Elvira, terms regard acquire Dainippon technology."

M.Akimoto: "Yes. Very good. Thank you! Thank you!"

K.Zhestakova: "Here. I...how you say?...introduce..."

<end aufio transcript>

 

[riseofwives]

<Excerpt, Transcript of Audio File from Cochlear Implants, KOLECTV Operative 040 Subject Case 288b (Moroz, Elvira)>

19:44 pm

Woman's Voice, identified as Operative 040: "Yes, GGE acquires five percent stake in company and preferential rights to Pan-Asian Lanes. Seat on board of directors for myself and Monika Stevenson."

Man's Voice, identified as K.Zhou, CEO and President, Hudong-Zhonghua Freight and Shipbuilding: "That much! That too much! Too much, right?"

E.Moroz: "Yes, but think. Three. Three women, three wives. Yours..."

<End Excerpt, Audio Transcript>

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Greg opening his mouth is enough to make Milenka burst...his needing her as mother and wife is the best a woman can have in a man....imagine, having the ability to be ones wife, with all the best to one can have as a mother....it is the ultimate fulfillment in Milenka's womanhood and, in her delight, she finds herself taking Greg's big wad of come, and placing it right over his mouth....with her other hand behind his head, she lifts it up and allows for Greg to ingest every drop...

In her soft, Kazak voice, a voice to melt the likes of Greg she says...
"This is good my Little man. Keep licking hand. Lick until no more come on hand."

Greg responds and in no time is done.....

Again in her soft, sweet voice she says, "Good boy, is all done. Now I take you back out."

Milenka effortlessly tucks away his huge cock and puts his diaper back together...his pants are pulled up, his shirt tucked in....she undoes the straps and places him on the floor...she exits out of the stall first and takes the time to freshen up...washes her hands...looks at herself in the mirror and purses her lips.....she pulls out of her purse a tube of lipstick and applies another coat to her lips...again she purses her lips....then she turns at Greg, who she towers over, and says...

"Mommy look beautiful, yes?

Greg shakes his head yes....

Then with a smile and one arm across her bosom and her other arm leaning on the other she taps her finger against her cheek....

"Hmm, lets see now."

Milenka rips the name tag off of Greg's jacket....

"Hmm, not good enough."

Milenka sometimes does not know her own strength...while bending down, she attempts to remove the jacket from his suit, but in the process rips it right off...

~rrriiiipppppp!!!~

Laughing....
"Mommy is so sorry. But oh well, jacket no good."

She takes Greg by the hand and pulls him along and throws away his jacket....
"For rest of night no longer Greg Grey, husband, now just ~pauses, thinking~ Greggy. Yes, is good? Of course it is. Now, you will be my son for rest of night, understand Greggy? You will do as Mommy says. Now, if anything bothers Greggy, he hides behind Mommy. Will you remember that?"

Greg shakes his hand and she goes out of the bathroom, with Greg and tow, and they make their way back to the ballroom....

 

[greg grey]

"y-y-yes Mommy, okay," I agree, my voice still high and weak, "that's a-a good idea..."

Milenka realizes just how hard this is on me, this night. Operating in a crowd like this, in the state I'm in: shrunken, befuddled, anxious. And she knows this is my best escape, acting the part of a child, fading into the background, hiding behind my women. It makes me feel so weak, so ashamed...but it's true. I can't handle it otherwise. I'd rather just go home...but I know she'd insist that I stay. I accept it all - the belittling name "Greggy", the removal of my name-tag and jacket...just like I accepted...<shiver>...how she fed it to me....Eat, honey...eat...

She walks slowly, patiently with me back down the hallway, back to the function room. Holding my hand. Talking to me gently. She looks down at me, I up at her, before we take our last step back into the crowded room. I smile, as bravely as I can, and take a deep breath.

Everyone looks at her. Everyone, as we enter, as we pass - their heads turn. Do they even see me? Many people have sat down at their tables, eating salad - and we start to head back to ours. But before we make it too far, we see Monika. She's seated at another table, leaning into a conversation with an older gentleman. She looks our way and waves us over.

Her eyes narrow a bit, appraising the situation - me without my nametag or jacket, slinking along beside Milenka - as we approach. She can tell something's up. "I wanted to introduce you," Monika begins, "this is Musa Osman, he's with RHB in Malaysia. Mr. Osman, this is-"

But, before Monika can announce us, Milenka has leaned over to whisper into her ear. Monika's eyes are on me as she listens, and her eyes sparkle, amused at what she hears. She gives me a knowing little smile.

"...this is Milenka Gray, our CEO's new wife," she continues, as the man's eyes - already goggling shamelessly up at Milenka, widen in realization as he offers his hand to her for a shake. "It's a shame Mr. Gray couldn't be with us today. But this is their son, Greg Junior. But you like to be called Greggy, don't you, cutie?"

I flush red in the ignominy of the moment. "y-yeah..." I stutter, in a little boy's voice, casting my eyes down as the man takes my hand to shake.
Normally I'd be thinking I'm going to kill you after this, but I'm actually glad Monika's playing along with our little charade.

His name tag reads "Musa Osman, Head of USA Operation, RHB Bank"

Wow, this guy's a big one. Dressed sharp, salt-and-pepper hair. A little grey goatee and a pin of the Malaysian flag on his lapel. He's very smiley, though, eager. He speaks to me like an adult to a young boy, and offers Milenka an excessive, enthusiastic stream of compliments. We're about to head off, back to our table, but Monika stops us again:

"Hold on, stay," she tells Milenka, "Mr. Osman here, I'm sure, would love to buy you a drink." She turns back to him; he's nodding fiercely. "So, Mr. Osman, you can insure a seat for Ms. Che in the Malaysian Parliament?"

Osman: "Oh yes, no problem! We like Ms. Che very much. We help her, she help us. Also loan, for new facility outside Kuala Lumpur. No interest!"

Ms. Che? I think, Minah Che? She's an employee of ours, I think. Former Miss Malaysia or something? I remember...she came to the U.S. for breast implants and a job....

Monika: "Well, wonderful! I think we're going to be able to do quite a bit of business together! With Ms. Che now on the bank's board of directors, also, you're going to get to work very closely with her I'd imagine..."

Osman: "Yes! We are looking very forward to that! Very much! Now, can we get each you ladies another glass of wine?"

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka finds Greg underneath her dress, his hands on the backs of her thighs...she can feel Greg breathing on her derriere and that makes her feel a bit randy inside....of course, her outward expression can't be shared with Greg...no, no, it will have to be shared with Mr. Osman who is standing in front of her...

"Monika, Monika, could I have you here!" belts out Elvira, needing Monika to speak to a group of Asian CEO's.

"Excuse me, I'll be back," Monika says, "Milenka, why don't tell Mr. Osman more about the program."

Monika sees Greg under Milenka's dress....she pulls at his arm and says to him in his ear, "Please Greggy, why don't you leave Mommy alone and go get yourself a Shirley Temple."

"Call me Musa. Cute little boy you have," he says.

Milenka turns around, smiling, the turns back to Osman, her head slightly cocked and then pushes her long mane back over her shoulder....

Osman: "Shall we sit?"

With her million dollar smile the two of them take a seat, Osman has love in his eyes for Milenka....the glasses of wine come and Milenka holds up her glass....
"To what can be wonderful opportunity for you, yes?"

Their glasses clink....

Osman: "Yes, I do hope so. So tell me more about this. Can Monika do what she says she can do or are you merely a very tall woman with a beautiful figure?"

 

[greg grey]

...A a Shirley Temple? I ruefully think to myself, shooting Monika the evil eye as she walks away - but not before giving me a little smirk, Really?

Oh, she's enjoying this! Monika's having more than a little bit of fun with this humiliating charade of mine. I grumble to myself as I head off...I couldn't drink a Shirley Temple even if I did want one...

I look back over my shoulder at Milenka, sitting now with the Malaysian bank VP. In another life, I would be head-over-heels excited at the opportunity he's describing: a huge no-interest loan for building infrastructure in Asia, a seat of influence in not only one of Malaysia's largest banks but their actual government. And who's to tell what other deals the women are making, tonight, as they work the room, obviously offering KOLECTV's unique services for influence among Asia's most powerful institutions.

Yeah...usually these new inroads to bigger and bigger business for GGE worldwide would have me giddy with enthusiasm. But not this evening, no. Rather, as I slink through the crowd, back to our deserted table on its outskirts, I feel...lonely. I should be sitting with Milenka, at least, helping grow this deal. Or standing aside Monika or Kristina or Elvira, wherever they are, offering my wisdom. I should be at least listening.

But, no...it's easier to just...sit here. I've hopped up onto a chair, and I'm staring down into a salad I can't eat, looking at a glass of wine I can't drink. I'm reflecting on what I thought this dinner was, and what it's actually turned out to be. At least, from here, I can see Milenka, where she still sits, several tables away across the room...I watch her, as I take time to think...

"Ah, little man back again," a high, buoyant voice chirps, rousing me from a long, solemn moment. It's the geisha...I mean, the waitress. "All alone again? Look so sad. So sorry! Here. Pretty lady say to bring this to you."

Monika must have caught our waitress, ordered this for me. Hilarious, great, thanks. It's not a Shirley Temple, but rather something in a big fancy glass, creamy and frothy and chocolately-looking and...

...milky.

"Th-thank you..." I stutter, smiling up at the geisha.

Okay, I know what this is, I think, as I stir it with the little rock-candy stick it came with. How did they get this here? Did Milenka pack some milk, just to be safe? She's really looking out for me, wow...

...it's delicious.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka: puts down her glass of wine... "May I call you Musa?"

Osman: "Certainly, my dear."

Milenka: "Musa, when Milenka entered program, was over foot shorter, thin, no shape to body, and average size bosom. Now, I look like how you see me, can bench press 800 pounds many times and can do things like this."

Milenka plucks off Malaysian flag pin from his lapel and in between her thumb and her index finger crushes it with ease...Milenka chuckles and places the pin in Osman's suit pocket.....

Milenka: "Now feel arm."

She stretches out her perfect arm and he grabs at her forearm....

Osman: "How is it so soft, when you are so strong?

Milenka: "Cannot explain, but it is what KOLECTV has done for me among other things.

Osman: Sounding more like a believer..... "Other things, such as?

Milenka closes in and cocks her head back....her dress stretches, revealing more of her breasts, more cleavage....and she blasts him with some of her pheromones.....they immediately inoculate him, and then Milenka gets up and downs her wine...

Milenka looks down at the little man, his face catatonic....and then she whispers in his ear.....
"Imagine Musa, imagine having wife like me. Imagine feeling how you do now. Imagine what it be like for you. GGE can provide such a super-wife for you."

Monica makes her way back to Osman and Milenka to seal the deal...