The next day, Timothy only just managed to drive himself to work. He had made all the adjustments needed so that he could see the road, but he was realizing that he wouldn't be able to drive for too much longer before his feet wouldn't be able to reach the pedals.
'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it,' he mused to himself as he pulled into the parking deck. He had lost another inch last night, a direct result of more of Beatrice's dirty talk, and he now stood at just under 4'10, and weighed 93 pounds. His new girlfriend had been sure to weigh him in the morning, and she was absolutely gleeful over the fact that he had shrunk again. He was wearing some baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt. Beatrice had helped him go through his closet before they went to bed, and she had discovered a box of clothes that Timothy had stored from a relative. The clothes had belonged to one of his nephews, who had outgrown them once he turned 11. For Timothy, however, they were the only clothes that he had that fit him, and even then, they were definitely on the roomy side. He had no choice but to wear his old loafers, which now looked unquestionably like clown shoes as he clopped and stomped his way into his office. But what was he going to do? Show up at work barefoot? There was a professional dress code, after all.
As he sat down at his desk, he thought of Beatrice back at home. She had been lounging on the sofa as he left, promising him that she'd be there when he got back. She had licked her lips at him hungrily and made hungry animal noises at him as he walked out the door, which caused him to have a full-on erection by the time he reached his car. Even now, sitting in his office, just thinking about Beatrice made him uncontrollably hard. He couldn't believe his luck — Maia was indeed a goddess — she had come through for him in the most mind-blowing way possible...and that was only the first night he and Beatrice had spent together! Timothy sighed in pleasure, allowing himself to lapse into daydreams of the unimaginable things that awaited him when he returned home.
A sudden crackle from the intercom had him start out of his daydreams as the unmistakable and business-like voice of Clare came through to him through the static.
"Good morning, Springer," her voice said. "You there? You better be there, Springer."
"Y-yes!" he said excitedly, pushing down the intercom button. "Y-yes, Clare, I'm — I'm here!"
"Good," crackled the voice. "Because today's gonna be a busy day. A really busy day...lots of items on the agenda...lots of things to cover." Timothy's heart sank a little as he heard the tell-tale signs of Clare's authoritarian streak through her voice. He hated it when things got busy like this...it tended to exacerbate her overbearing demeanor. He hoped it didn't mean that he was going to stay late again. But he quickly chased these thoughts out of his mind as he imagined a naked Beatrice, with her long dark hair, lounging her big, lithe body across his sofa, touching herself as she waited for him to come back home.
"An emergency order came in from corporate last night," continued Clare over the intercom. "They want us to come up with an entirely new drink — a totally new product. Fast."
'Oh great, not corporate,' thought Timothy, fumbling for a notepad.
"The market's veering toward healthier drink options, so corporate wants us to adapt with the times," crackled Clare. "They want us to come up with something that's still carbonated, still caffeinated, and still sweet-tasting, but that has no more than a quarter of the calories, added sugars, and carbs that are other options do. You're taking all this down, right, Springer?"
"Yes...yes I am!" called Timothy into the intercom, scribbling down with his other hand.
"Alright," said Clare. "I need you on this, Springer. I'm putting my top talent on it, obviously — Ashley and Patricia and Katie will be handling most of the work — but I want to give you a chance to prove yourself, Springer. You had a good day yesterday. Let's see what happens when I put you in with the A-team, alright?"
"A-alright!" said Timothy, actually excited to be part of the team.
"Ok. Draw up some ideas. Meeting in Ashley's office in one hour. Don't be late."
An hour later Timothy was plodding down the hallway in his oversized loafers, baggy pants, and baggier t-shirt, his heart fluttering in his chest, as he made his way to Ashley's office. What were the girls going to say? How were they going to react?? He was positively awash in anticipation, and as he neared the partially-open door to Ashley's office, he could hear female voices. He had a sudden urge to run. But he caught himself, laughing and shaking his head as he pushed the door open and went in.
All four women were standing around Ashley's desk, apparently already deep in discussion. Clare stood out from the rest of the group, since she rose up taller in her heels and was sporting a bright red dress that clung tightly to her curvy body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She had her hands on Ashley's desk and was talking — Ashley, Patricia, and Katie were all standing around her, listening with rapt attention.
At first, none of them realized that Timothy had walked in. Clare kept talking intently, reaching down to sketch something on a piece of paper, as the other three women all leaned in to get a closer look. In this time, Timothy was able to get a good view of all of them and was totally blown away — they all looked so huge! The first thing he noticed was that Patricia and Katie were obviously taller than him now, and even from across the room, he could see the swerve and weight of Katie's backside winking at him. Good lord, it looked enormous! Timothy knew that Katie had always had a fat ass, but he could not escape the thought now that her rear end had grown, gotten even rounder, fatter...gotten sexier. Was this part of the beautification that Maia had promised him?
A quick glance up at the faces of the women confirmed this suspicion. They all just looked...fresher, brighter...just...more alive. Clare had always dressed skimpily, and today was no exception, but Timothy noticed how the usually-modest Ashley was wearing a green form-fitting dress today that showed off some impressive hips. Katie's cornflower-blue blouse went down to about her mid-ass and did little to hide its voluptuous volume. Even Patricia, who Timothy had never really been attracted to, seemed different today...he noticed how her kakis looked tighter than usual, and betrayed some indisputable shapeliness in her hips, ass, and thighs. Had she always been that thick...?
All of this flashed through Timothy's mind in a matter of moments as he walked slowly over to Ashley's desk, the four women seeming to him to get taller and taller with each step he took towards them. When he was about ten feet away from the desk, Clare looked up and saw him and immediately stopped talking mid-sentence and stared. Ashley, Patricia, and Katie turned their heads in Timothy's direction to see what Clare was looking at. Ashley took a sharp intake of breath and put her hand over her mouth in shock. Patricia's mouth hung open. And Katie could not contain herself and let out a high-pitched squeal.
"Oh my god!" squealed Katie, bringing up her hands to her cheeks. "Oh my god oh my god...Timmy!!" She quickly rounded Ashley's desk and walked straight up to him, stopping when she was directly in front of him as she stood up to her full height, staring down at him in wonder.
"You've shrunk again!" she practically yelled.
"Y-yeah Katie...I uh...I have," stammered Timothy, feeling totally overwhelmed by Katie's larger presence.
