Assistant? - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

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Chapter 8

Kevin was upset. He received a couple text messages from Leslie. She was apologizing, trying to check how he was, telling him she had reconsidered the whole thing and that she doesn´t mind being there if he needs her. But all those messages were sent without a reply.

Kevin knew his girlfriend, she wasn´t that nice. All she said before was exactly what she thought. He knew she wasn´t a kind soul, nor a sweet lady. He was with her because she had a tight butt, but she had an attitude too.

“Fuck, why is she still… I´m blocking her!” he declared as he tried to lay down in bed, trying to be alone with his thoughts. But Leslie´s messages were still coming. He read the last one: “I´m sorry, ok? Please reply to my messages, I´m getting worried!” That was a lie.

She just wanted him to feel cared for so that he will agree and lend her his car. She was only doing this in order to get a personal benefit. Who could blame her? He was exactly the same.

“I´ll put the phone in silent mode.” Blocking her may not be the best idea. He may forget about it and cut off his only contact with someone out of his house.

His “friends” hadn´t call since they knew he was stuck at his place. And none wanted to throw a party there since one of the neighbors called the cops on them for being too loud. But it was only a DJ, and it was barely 2:00 am. Or that was his excuse.

Kevin´s tired. None of his friends think of him. They are all selfish, just like him.

He was surrounded by people just as toxic as him. No one cared about the future, or about anything else. They were just looking for a way, a place, or how to party. Live to the limit. That sort of things.

Of course, feelings, personal interests, or any type of talk that didn´t include booze, late-night, or girls was out of the conversation.

A bunch of people who were only looking to live while they were young. Get a random job just to get enough money for rent and party. Responsibilities? Hell no!

But as he´s laying in bed, looking at the ceiling with some peace, finally. He´s thinking. Wondering if he should´ve done anything different. Now, he was stuck at his place and had some weird decease that just made him feel worse. Physically, he was healthy, but it was emotionally where this was hitting him.

“Maybe I should´ve got one of those girlfriends who come to your place and cook you some soup when you´re ill. Although, I´m not that kind of ill… but someone who cares will be enough. Even if it was a fatty… one with a big butt, that could work…” Even when feeling down, he was criticizing women. But that´s just how he is.

He had never thought of what he should do, not until now. But it was too late. How could he meet new people when he couldn´t get away from his house? He couldn´t replace his friends if he can´t get any new friends.

Succeeding was impossible to him. His only hope was not to shrink any more. In time, his sentence will be revoked and he´ll walk the streets as a free man, again. But how short could he get by then?

He was 5´7”! How much shorter could he get?

He just grabbed a pillow and covered his face. Wishing that there was someone there to tell him everything will be alright. But he was alone, he knew it.

He has always been alone.

The next couple days were the same. At least for him. He followed the same routine, wake up by noon, eat, work out, eat dinner, get locked in his room, and so on.

Of course, he was still drinking the pills that were causing his “illness”, but he thought they were slowing, even curing him. If only he knew.

And while he was still getting shorter, Carol was still growing. She couldn´t deny she felt good about it. Well, kind of good.

There were a lot of good things about getting taller. She feels sort of healthier. Now that she´s tall, she feels like a model. This is giving her some top self-esteem. But she´s not only taller, she´s filling up quite well too.

Her waist is practically the same, or maybe thinner? She can´t tell, but she feels it is. They are her boobs and butt the ones bulking up. But that´s not just it.

Her boobs are bigger, sure, but her shoulders seemed a tat broader. And below, her hips have swelled, and aside of carrying a round, firm butt behind, her thighs are also thicker. They look so smooth and strong. Actually, she feels stronger all over.

She´s not growing any muscles, but she feels fit. Healthy, with a lot of energy.

Right now, as she looks at herself in the bathrooms mirror, in her underwear. She can tell these pills are giving some remarkable results.

“My… look at this butt…” she said as she grabbed her ass cheek with her hand. It feels bigger, and firm. “Well, these thighs are not looking bad either.

She brushed both thighs with her hands, running her palms all over the soft skin of their prominent shape. Bringing them up to caress the rest of her body. Rising through her hips, surpassing her narrow waist and then stopping right under her tits.

“And my boobs… I need a new bra!” Her breasts had a really hard time now, none of her brassieres fitted the augmented size of her tits. She was proud by it.

She can´t deny they are natural. Well, not exactly say they are naturally growing, but she´s not plastic either. Her boobs are made of 100-percent her. They are made up of the same as before, only that they are much bigger.

But all of this growing comes with some consequences. She needs clothes. ASAP.

So far, she had made it with her old clothes, leaving the tight ones aside and moving to the baggy ones, or the new tight ones. She was filling up all of her wardrobe. And she needed new clothes. The only problem is, she needs money.

Even if she lived in a tiny apartment, it was expensive. And coming and going to Kevin´s place was not cheap either.

But that was not the main thing here, as she looks at the bag Mr. B gave her, she tries to picture how the bag looked when it had ten of the pills in it. Now, she´s got only one.

“Time flies, doesn´t it?” And those growing pills did too, she had only one pill left.

Now she had two choices, spend her money on clothes, which she needed, or more pills.

The pills make her feel so, empowered! She´s taller, sexier. But if she keeps buying them, then she´ll need bigger clothes.

On a side, she can buy extra, extra large clothes and grow into them. But that wouldn´t show off the killing bod she´s got. She´s not one of those women, but now she wants everyone to notice her. To envy her, praise her. Well, maybe she´s not, but it´s not bad to dream sometimes.

“Well, at least I´m way taller. Who´d tell I´ll grow six-inches? And grow this nicely, I mean, I´m HOT!” she couldn´t resist it, this was a life changer. Now, she was a 5´10” woman.

Doesn´t that make her an inch taller than Gene? And why is she the first woman that comes to her mind? Gene´s kind of her role model when it comes to tall, successful women. Well, not a life-time role model. But she can´t deny Gene´s outstanding.

Things had turned now; while Carol felt GREAT! And her main concern was her clothes size, Kevin felt alone.

He was annoyed, and he felt so vulnerable. He hated it! Shrinking was not something he´d want. Getting constantly smaller is annoying. More now that he´s trying to impose himself over Carol. Back when he was 6´1”, it was easy to look down to her, but now…

*knock* *knock*

“Kevin. This is the last time I´m telling you. Open the door, now! It´s time to get your measurements. We need to keep a record for the doctor.” Said Carol, with a stern tone, about to turn it into yelling.

Kevin hated this part of the week. Once a week, Carol took his measurements. And it was always on Thursdays.

Which was “conveniently” a day before Gene stopped by. The “doctors orders” were actually Gene´s. She wanted to have a heads up before she came to drop Carol´s payment and check on him.

Gene loved it, he was looking up to mommy, again! But Kevin just felt weird. He cringed by having to look up to her mother, even to look up to Carol.

However, he hadn´t notice that Carol was growing. And for the sake of these two women´s plan, he should NEVER notice. But this will he hard, even if he didn´t pay attention to her, or at least tried not to, he had a reference point, Leslie.

As long as he doesn´t see both women next to the other, the plan´s safe.

“FUCK OFF!” he screamed from inside.

“Don´t you talk back to me like that! You know it´s not my idea.” But she didn´t mind this particular humiliation for him. “Do you think I like to struggle like this? Gosh, and to think you´re a grown man…” she teased. Drawing a wry smile on her face.

This was a little trick of hers. She teased him saying something as “I know you can´t…”, or “Prove it!” or just seem to underestimate him in any way, and then, he did whatever she wanted him to do. It didn´t work every time, but at least today, it did.

Carol could listen to his foot steps rushing to the door, then the door´s lock popped out and the knob turned. From the inside, a shorter Kevin came out.

“What do you mean by that?!” he was mad, and having to look up to her made her even more upset.

“What I mean is… this just seems like another tantrum of yours…” she bent, coming closer to his level.

He felt insulted, tantrum? How dare she say he was throwing a tantrum! He was just avoiding this thing he saw no need for.

“I´m not… this isn´t… ugh, Carol, you have no right… so what if I don´t want you to measure my height? I´m shorter, isn´t that obvious?!” At this point, he was way below her eye level.

During this last week, Kevin went from being the same height as her to look straight at her chin. That´s right, the top of his head was at her nose level. Carol could see clearly above him. And she loved it.

Now, he´s looking more like the spoiled little brat he is.

“I know you´re smaller, but we need to keep an accurate record for the doc, remember you´re a one in a million, well, one in two billion, to be precise.” She was talking about the fact that he was, supposedly, one out of three cases in the whole world where he was one of them. Or that´s what Gene set as the “condition” he had.

“Fuck that, and just so you know, this is not a tantrum. Not at all, this is just me, YOUR boss, stating the fact that I don´t appreciate being measured.” He declared, trying to explain himself in a more adult way, other than using his casual, offensive jargon.

“Yeah, boss…” she said, not giving much importance to what he was saying, but she didn´t like it when he tried to state he was the boss. “I mean, you could just admit you´re afraid of it…”

“I´m not afraid!”

“Sure, you´re not…” she patted the top of his head.

Kevin hated it. This was just a way to prove she was taller and that could easily handle him. Plus, she´s saying he´s afraid? Him? No way! But there´s just one way to prove her wrong.

“Fine! Measure me. But you will only do so because this is an order of mine, and that´s it.”

“Sure…” she sighed, at least it worked. He was getting measured. And she knows how he gets when she measures him.

“What the fuck?” He claimed.

“Hey, you´re using that word WAY too much. And it´s not nice!” Carol complaint.

“How am I 5´4”? There´s no way! Take the measurement again! You´re OBVIOUSLY doing something wrong.”

“Ok, this is the third time I take the measure, and it´s the same, but sure… let´s go for the fourth one.”

There´s just no point, he´s 5´4”.

By now, he was supposed to be the same height she is. But one, she´s growing, and he´s unaware of it. And two, he doesn´t care about anything now.

“Five… four?” He needed a time to think.

He was shrinking way too fast. Everything was higher, bigger. His clothes were baggier. The world was really changing for him.

But, does this mean he should change? Look for something in life? He was diminishing, he felt as if his life was getting out of his hands. However, he was not that mature.

He had no guide as he grew. Right now, he won´t see he´s doing wrong. Right now, getting angry is quite the right answer. Blaming the world for this. Hating this shrinking for taking place. Being more obnoxious.

Part of Carol felt as if he was going through something hard. Maybe, should she stop this thing? She felt some pity for him.

“Kevin… are you, ok?” she asked.

His face had a depressing shadow casted on it. However, he was not one to accept someone feeling sorry for him. He took everything the wrong way.

“Of course I fucking am! I mean, all this stupid illness just… sucks! And your stupid questions, which by the way are soooo annoying, are of no use! Seriously, Carol, can´t you just shut it for a while? I don´t need you to feel sorry for me.”

Carol rose her eyebrows, he´s right. He doesn´t deserve her compassion. It´s the whole way around.

“You know what, I´m tired. I´m tired of this stupid attitude of yours. I was trying to give you a second chance, but you… you… ugh! You don´t deserve it! I didn´t want to do this but, we´re having some changes around here.” She declared, looking at him with an enraged look and placing both hands over her expanded hips.

Carol was looming above him, and even if she seemed very imposing. He was not going to give.

“Changes? What is that supposed to mean? You can´t tell when things are changing, I´m the one…”

“The one in charge? Seriously? You still think you´re in charge? Wow, just… let me explain this, once more. Your mom pays my salary, this ISN´T your own place. I´m tired of telling you. But now, I´ll show you. From now on, I´M in charge. You heard me? I won´t be playing this stupid maid role you want me to play.”

“Hey, that´s your job, you get paid for…”

“SHUT IT! I get paid for “assisting” you, right? Then, as your “assistant”, my job´s to help you in your work. And since you´re unemployed… I´ll make you useful.” She had something in mind, something mean, fun for her, and even entertaining.

Kevin was enraged. Had she just shut him again? And why was he accepting orders from her? But he wondered, useful? How´s that?

“You won´t make it without me, I´m sure of that. And I´m also sure that if I quit, you´ll get another woman to leer at while she cleans. But that won´t happen. I´m going to shape you into a functional man, or at least as functional as a spoiled little man like you can get.”

Her words were strange. But she had a goal now. He won´t be the same lazy man she met, as he shrinks, he´ll have to work. Clean his own mess. Wash his own clothes. Things were changing. Now!

Kevin had a sour look on his face. She was just speaking her mind and not letting him speak. Here, at his own house. But that wasn´t the most annoying part.

“Today, you´ll start by cleaning the floors.” Carol declared, as an order.

“Clean? Me? That´s your job.” He spoke.

“Listen, I´d be more than happy to do it myself, but why would I if every day I come back here the house´s a mess. Seriously, how do you make such a mess in one night? You need to learn that, every time you make a mess, you´re gonna have to clean it.” She explained.

“Pffft, sure. Listen, the reason why you got hired was because I don´t like, or want to clean my own mess.” He declared, as if it was a valid argument.

Carol knew he won´t give unless there´s consequences. And the bad thing is she can´t slap him, for as much as she´d want to. Gene made it clear, crystal clear. Carol CAN´T lay fingers on Kevin. Any type of physical harm. However, there´s other things she can do.

“Listen, I won´t feed you until you clean, you heard me?” she bend forward, with her hands on her hips and stated the facts.

Kevin was confused, did she just said she won´t cook? He didn´t care.

“So what? I can cook by myself, I don´t need your help.” He turned and walked upstairs.

“You better clean, little guy, or else, you´ll starve.” Just as she expected, he left without looking back. But she had a plan.

Of course, Kevin got hungry. It wasn´t much later when he came downstairs to grab something from the kitchen.

He had no idea on how to make real meals. He only blended and poured stuff. Toast bread, open packages and microwave other things. However, that will do just fine.

The only problem is, there´s no food.

“The fuck?” He opened the fridge, just to find out it was empty.

He went to the cabinets, nothing. Down the counter, nothing. The freezer, oh surprise… nothing. There was literally no food around the house. How´s that?

“Looking for something?” Asked Carol as she stood on the door´s frame.

He didn´t reply. He didn´t want to see her right now. He was sure, at least now that she showed up, that Carol had done something with all the food. There was supposed to be food for a week there! Right now, there was nothing.

“It seems there´s no food for you here… I could help you with that… but the floor´s still dirty…” she teased.

“Oh, quit it, you took all of the food and hid it somewhere. I´m sure.” He declared.

“Oh, did I?” she pretended she didn´t. But he was right. She was not going to let him get out of this. She gave him an order, and until he does what she said, there won´t be any food for him.

“YES! But that´s fine, I´ll look for it. There´s no way you can hide food that well.” He stated as he made his way out.

He had to pass Carol´s now looming form to make it out. Cross the door´s frame, pretending he didn´t felt a little intimidated by this woman´s sheering size. He completely ignored she had been growing too, but he didn’t need to know that.

Soon, Kevin found out that the food was nowhere to be found around the house. She´s clever.

“UGH!” He shouted as his empty stomach began to grumble.

“Well,” said Carol, looking at him from behind and pulling something out of her back pocket, a cereal bar. “It seems you´re hungry” She opened the pack and gave her a big, noisy bite, and as she chewed, she kept talking. “Just clean the floors and I´ll cook you something. As simple as that.” He was craving.

As she filled her cheeks with that, if small, tasty bar, he couldn´t help but to feel some stronger grumbles inside him. But he couldn´t give up. Cleaning will be doing what she said, letting her win. And there´s just no way.

“You know what. I´ll just have some water.” He thought he could fill himself up with water. But he was so wrong.

He drank one glass after another, but the hunger wasn´t gone. His stomach felt full, but empty at the same time. He needed nutrients, something substantial. Protein, carbs, vitamins. Not just plain water from the tap.

He felt so weak, annoyed, yet distracted. What was he doing again? He felt like fainting.

“Are you ready to give?” Said Carol´s annoying voice from behind.

He couldn´t! He wouldn´t! He… he… he felt awful.

After four hours of fighting. Of standing proud. After that much, although not too much, he gave up.

“Yes…” He said, defeated, angry.

He could just listen to Carol´s steps coming from behind. The steps of someone who was now taller and heavier than him. Approaching.

He thought she´ll hand him a plate full of food, but when he turned, he only found Carol holding a broom.

“Sweep the floors, and once you finish, I´ll cook you something.” She said, smiling down at him.

But what was he expecting? She needed to see some action before she gave him what he wanted. She asked for something, and he won´t get what he wants until SHE gets what she wants.

Things were changing now, for real this time.

Kevin just grabbed the broom from her hand and headed to the living room. Starving, but he´ll use his annoyance as fuel to keep him going. He was now powered by a deep desire of sending her straight to hell with his actions.

Although, those actions were exactly what she wanted him to do. This was complicated but, for him, she had won the battle, but hasn´t won the war.