"OK, you didn't come over here so we could chit chat; you've something on your mind so go ahead and get to it."
"You continue to impress me; I like people who are direct. Do you mind if I call you 'Jonesy', Art or Arthur just doesn't seem right?"
"No problem."
"Alright, there're a couple of things before I get to my real reason for being here. First, I saw the scrubs you were wearing last night laying on the floor by Lisa's bed and I assume that's where you spent the night. Now before you go off the deep end, who Lisa sleeps with is entirely her business; she and I have been good friends for a long time and we share lots of things. I know all about her problem of having relations with grown men and if she'd found some pleasure with you, I'm glad. I'll warn you though, if you hurt her emotionally, I'll be your worst enemy. I've met your Ms. Joyce and when she talks about you, I can tell by how she talks, that there's something between the two of you. That's also none of my business, but I'm thinking of Lisa."
Before she could say any more, I said, "Heidi, I want you to know I have no intention of hurting Lisa. Neither she nor I know where the two us are going and it's up to Lisa to keep you informed if she chooses. As far as Suzanne Joyce and yours truly are concerned, right now we're in different worlds and the future is pretty uncertain."
"Alright, Jonesy, that's honest enough only because I know what you're facing. Now to the second reason for me being here this morning; I want you to realize how much your future is in my hands. Neither John nor Lisa understands how the machine works. John is fully knowledgeable on the principle, but the function of the machine is beyond him. In fact, you and I may be the only people who fully comprehend the function of the machine you built. I worked with Adams when he re-assembled the machine. This was before we knew about what happened to you at the Joyce Laboratory and we were simply considering finishing the work of Professor Jamison. John was more than willing to take on the Joyce project until he found out about you. He was ready to cancel the contract, which is still his option, but I talked him into continuing. So you see if you have any hope of returning to your normal size, it will only be with my help."
"Heidi, you don't have to convince me about your academic credentials. As far as I can see you're the best one for me to place my money on if I'm going to risk it, but right now I'm not sure I want to take the chance."
"Alright Jonsey, whatever is going on in your head right now is not my field of expertise, but I really have no doubt you'll go ahead and take the gamble. You've lived one life for some thirty five years and then all of a sudden it's turned upside down, who wouldn't want their life back the way it was. If there's anything between you and Suzanne Joyce, what are the options if you stay the size you are? You're aware of all the obstacles much more than I am. As far as making a life with Lisa, that may be possible, but she's shown other interest in the past. No, I'm betting you'll go along when the time comes. In the meantime, it's part of my role to convince you that we know what we're doing and the chances for success are quite good. If helping you decide also means telling you more about me as a person, I'm willing to do that as well."
"For your information though, I'm not uncomfortable with the sexual banter we engaged in this morning when you were in the shower. I just don't engage in it very often. If two people want to fuck, why waste time talking or sending verbal signals. I've always known who I want to have sex with and my partners seem to know it as well. If I don't want to have sex with them, they seem to know that without me saying anything. I've watched women tease men they have no intention of fucking just to drive them nuts. What a waste of time. I don't know what happened with you this morning. I deliberately walked in when you were showering to simply see your reaction, nothing more. Seeing you standing there bare assed took me back a minute. You were obviously a naked male specimen, but your small size made you seem more vulnerable. Then you popped off with the invitation to join you and I was at a loss for words. Trust me, that doesn't happen very often. In a way this whole project changed a bit and I haven't sorted it all out yet. You'll be the first to know when I do.
"We've been able to reproduce almost all of your Professor Jamison's work and we're comfortable going forward from here. I don't want you to take this wrong, but you're not the major thrust of our study. We see broad opportunities in the field of medical research and you just happen to be an interesting study, but not our central focus. My interest is the field of skeletal and muscular structure and Lisa is interested in glandular and reproductive physiology. In laymen's terms, I'm concerned about your physical size and Lisa is more concerned with what's between your legs. Enough of the 'chit chat', let's get down to business. We'll use Lisa's examination room. She and I often team up there to evaluate one of her patients, who are usually girls or young women."
When we entered the examination room it was obvious this room was furnished like the rest of the house for someone smaller than normal. I was looking at the low examination table when Heidi said, "Lisa installed an examination table that can be raised and lowered purely for my comfort when I'm here. She can always stand on a stool, but bending over for long periods is hard on my back. Alright Jonesy, get undressed and hop up on the table."
OK, by now I should be used to being naked in the presence of a clothed woman, but this situation was a mix of erotic and clinical. I watched Heidi as she pulled out a number of instruments that appeared to be used for measurement. Without her usual lab coat and dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt, it was obvious that my image of her had been entirely wrong. Last night the way her lab coat hung on her covered up powerful neck, shoulder and arm muscles. With her strong upper torso including, remarkably sized biceps she probably needs to use a larger size lab coat. While her breasts aren't particularly large, they looked firm enough to do hand stands on them without compressing them a bit. They fit in perfectly with the rest of her physical appearance. This wasn't a woman who built her body in a gym, this was pure genetics; she was born this way. When she bent over a lower drawer I got a look at an amazing rear view.
As a long time admirer of the female body, I've always found their posteriors fascinating. That's not to diminish the many other eye catching features of a woman's body, designed by nature no doubt for the propagation of the human race, but for me the rise and shape of those two round cheeks can say a lot. I'm always fascinated how, when a woman walks, her cheeks will dance in a rhythmic motion with each stride. I know there's an anatomical explanation and some women exaggerate the natural motion, but who cares. Any number of times I've found myself well out of the way of my destination because I've been so engrossed in watching a woman walking ahead of me.
But Heidi was somehow different. It wasn't that she didn't have well rounded firm looking butt cheeks, it was just when she moved they were part of a her well muscled back and haunches. In her tight jeans I could actually see a rippling and tensing of her muscles from her haunches to her cheeks as she bent and stooped. The amazing part was she seemed totally oblivious to the effect it had on me or probably any other male. There was nothing coquettish or exaggerated; it was just how she was built. I could almost picture her as a large feline animal making natural movements. The dominant male of the same feline species would be driven to plant his seed in her to ensure the survival of any offspring. Not only would she be strong enough to guarantee its survival, but if any lesser male tried to mount her or threaten her cub, it would cost him his life. I'm far from an alpha male and Heidi's movements definitely aroused me, but I could definitely sense a danger in her.
She started her measurement of my body using basically a tape and calipers. On a clipboard I could see views of a male anatomy and she marked own the measurements in the appropriate spots. It all seemed pretty clinical until she said, "You know I have more information about Art Jones than just these measurements."
"When your Ms. Joyce talked to us about you, both John and I felt she wasn't telling us the whole story so we agreed to conduct an investigation. John was hesitant, but he let me make whatever inquiries I felt necessary. It wasn't difficult to hire a discreet firm to obtain what we needed. They quickly turned up the missing technician on the police reports with their conclusion that you were somewhat of a minor criminal and your company was withholding information for some reason. It was obvious then that Ms. Joyce was bringing us the missing technician, who had been shrunk to a size that made recognition difficult. When she showed up here with you dressed in that ridiculous little girls outfit, we knew how she had been hiding you."
"Lisa and I agreed to find out as much as we could about you. We authorized a complete background check on Art Jones to see if there were any relatives to come screaming out of the woodwork in case something happened. They reported that you were pretty much a loner and except for Professor Jamison, you had few close friends. Their background checks also brought out the series of foster homes and boy's school background, and the investigators concluded that you were a person that relied mostly on yourself. So you see, Jonesy, I not only find your situation interesting, but I also find you personally very interesting. With advanced degrees in both physics and physiology, I consider myself no slouch in brain power, but I'm impressed by the knowledge it took to build such a complicated machine."
