GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p4

“Crikey. The poor thing’s like a fattened calf, walking himself into a lioness convention,” Laura remarked, having pulled up the feed from the next set of cameras for Rina and Attorney. St. Clair. She sipped at her boba tea, cracked her chewing gum. On her laptop, the three were watching Ashleigh lead the new FDA inspector into the second set of labs they’d mocked-up for his visit. They’d already seen him in the cafeteria, the sales offices, and on the production floor, where some of the looks he was getting seemed to be downright predatory. He was deliciously vulni, she had to admit, and men of any sort around here were a pretty rare sight. “We sure the ladies are all going to behave?”

“Ha I hope so,” Rina laughed, watching the monitor as he held the door for Ashleigh, as the two entered the new room, “We’ve had plenty of prep, they’ll keep it light. They know what’s at stake here.” She smiled wryly, watching the camera images of him shaking hands, deferentially, with the lab assistants they’d planted for him to meet.

“Well, wowzers, Reeni, where did they find this one?” Laura marveled, pushing her multicolored hair away from her eyes as they watched his body language on camera, all the tell-tale signs of a submissive - if a bit over-exuberant - male. Things like that had become so easy to pick up, recently. “It’s like he’s already half-trained.”

“Some of the boss’ friends over at the FDA found him, snatched him up right out of college, apparently,” Rina answered, smiling at the IT-girl’s wit, admiring her boots, “and he is adorable, isn’t he?”

“That reminds me- Laura, is it?” Sheryl, new legal counsel for the company, spoke up, laying her hand on the pretty young Australian’s shoulder from behind, “you’ll make sure to send out that power of attorney form to Director Arroyo at the FDA, but keep the hard copy for our records?”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll take care of that,” Rina answered, not really sure how casual she could be with Sheryl. They were all on the same team, of course, all wanted the same thing. But lawyers always made her nervous, and this one was friends with the COO. Plus, uh, she’d had an affair with Sheryl’s husband. Years ago, water under the bridge, supposedly, but so...yeah.

“Can we hear what’s going on in there, Laura?” Rina finally asked, doing her best to sound professional, “And, thanks for doing this with us, working all these cameras.”

“No problemo, mate,” Laura answered, as she began to figure out how to switch on the audio from the camera they were using. This was not her job - usually someone from security would handle this black-ops type shit - but she didn’t mind. Spying was fun. “I know Dinara’s busy, that she needed to get ready for h-....well lookie here, there she is now..!”

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Junior FDA Inspector Sam Packer’s eyes went wide as he turned to the door of the central lab access atrium that he and Ashleigh had just entered on his tour and watched as a new woman, a huge new woman, powerfully muscled, stepped into the room.

Not only did his eyes widen, and his jaw kinda gape, but the young man unconsciously began to experience what he - if he had his wits about him, or hadn’t slept through most of the lectures - would remember from the physiology course he’d taken junior year, as the alarm stage of the “fight or flight” response. Pupils dilating, heart and inspiration rate increasing, skin flushing. All his body’s reactions to being a small animal suddenly in the presence or a much larger, more powerful one. He didn’t even realize it, but his nervous system was telling him that there was something dangerous about this woman, despite a big, dimpled smile, despite her frosted blonde hair and steel blue, strikingly pretty eyes. This woman’s crisp, white, feminine blouse and short grey skirt did nothing to disguise the incredible, highly-powerful physique that was most certainly capable of extreme feats of strength. Her neck was thick with tendons, jaw solid and strong. 

He was staring; he knew he was staring. He was trying to remember his manners, when a lady enters the room he’s supposed to ...what was he supposed to do? He’d like to remember his manners but she but she had had to duck under the doorway to get in and oh my god she’s enormous.

“Hello,” she said, in a heavily accented voice that may have been deeper than his, one rich with confidence and somehow still musical, like a cello song on a bass drum.

Good god she must be seven feet tall if she’s an inch, Sam thought, as her long strides began to bring her across the room towards him, Plus she’s wearing heels!! With them, this giant of a woman loomed over his head by nearly two feet, and he began to recognize physical signs of fear and submissiveness in himself. Yet at the same time, she exuded such an aura of strength and competence that he was fighting urges to not only run away but also hide under her skirt.

“H-hi…M-M-Ma’am...” Sam peeped, the meagerness in his voice betraying the awe he was feeling, being in the presence of this person. His head, good lord, barely came up to her impressive breasts, and she was nearly twice as wide as he was in the hips, thighs and shoulders. “I’m, uh…”

“Sam, this is Dinara Tankov,” Ashleigh offered, seeing the inspector’s awestruck reaction to Evolution’s Head of Security. She had been placed in the position by their parent company in Eastern Europe earlier this year, now that the Product was getting closer to release and KOLECTV had started moving facilities and personnel to start producing their own Program over here. Technology was sensitive, secrecy was important, and Dinara was supposedly very good at her job. Ashleigh had heard she was a former competitive bodybuilder in Russia, and had paramilitary training. “She handles security here for Evolution.”

“H-hi, Ma’am,” Ashleigh watched Sam stammer, noticing him repeating himself as he extended his arm, which suddenly looked thin and paltry next to Dinara’s mightiness, arms and biceps bulging against the confines of her blouse’s sleeves. Ash was not surprised at Sam’s response; Dinara tended to have this effect wherever she went. She’d been shocked herself, when they’d been first introduced those months ago, at the sheer size of the girl. Since then, Ashleigh had noticed, Dinara had if anything only seemed to be getting bigger, and it excited her now to see the woman dwarfing a full-grown man so absolutely.

Dinara smiled as, in greeting, her handshake easily eclipsed his. This poor little man, she thought, and looked him over, her training bringing her to analyze him immediately, by sight, by his grip, by the look in his eyes. He was an athlete, likely a gymnast, but was once in better shape than he is now. He was still wiry but she could see by the set of his shoulders he was not nearly as fit as he’d been in the past. He held himself as most men - not that she’d been allowed to see many - did in her presence these days: compliantly, with a docile obsequiousness. Like weaklings, she thought. This one could be easily managed, she could immediately see; physically he was no threat, and she could read the guilelessness and naivete in his eyes.

A sheep, a babe, a simpleton, she decided, but she knew she must be civil. It was not like it was back in Russia, at KOLECTV, where men were used for experiments. Kept.  There were rooms of them, rooms with cages. Small cages. Here in the USA, even behind closed doors and in the safety of the Company, she could not yet treat men as they should be treated, do with them what made her feel most like a woman. Back even before her injections, back early in Russia, she’d crushed men twice his size, and now she was probably three times a man like this in weight. She now had strength in her arms that could bend metal bars. Thighs that could crush concrete. He could break like a cracker, she thought, hair rising on the back of her neck, it could be so easy. She thought wistfully back on the men they’d given her back home, men one-quarter, one-tenth his size. Men she’d broken in her bare hand.

“It is very good to meet you,” Dinara spoke, in a slow, strong Russian-accent but otherwise perfect English. Her blue eyes twinkled down at him as she studied him further. “You are Mr. Sam Packer, from the You-Ess Eff-Dee of A?”

“Y-y-yes, that’s right!” Sam chirped, smiling, trying to pull himself out of the sense of alarm his body had put him. She was a lady - a professional lady, a pretty lady, a huge lady with calves the size of his head - and she deserved to be treated with respect and chivalry. He couldn’t let her think he was, uh, intimidated by her. Or thought she was a monster. “I’m here to, uh, inspect. Check out the new product, make sure it’s-”

“And I am here to keep it safe,” Dinara spoke, plainly, smiling down at him with her most disarming smile. She knew, with men like this, a smile could do just as much as a scowl. Maybe not quite as quickly and effectively as what she could do with her thighs, but it would do. “And I am here to keep you safe, too, Mr. Sam Packer.”

“Oh, uh, thank you!” Sam replied, as a strange image of this giant woman holding him in her strong arms like a swaddling flashed through his head, “That, um...that’s very good to know. I feel, uh, very safe here…”

“Yes, we keep you safe, here at woman’s company,” she continued, addressing the little man as she placed one massive hand on his left shoulder while Ashleigh looked on with a slowly building sense of alarm. Dinara was known not only for her abilities to pick up parked cars, but also for her penchant for a very, uh, aggressive form of feminism and tendency to frankly speak her mind. Ashleigh knew this made Rina nervous; if this inspector guy began to get suspicious things might get complicated. “You are such a small man, compare to me,” the Russian behemoth said, while her right hand began to squeeze at his shoulder, completely covering it, feeling the smallness of his deltoids and palty trapezius, “I keep you safe, like baby bird.” Her smile had become crooked, and she watched as he just stared up at her, intent on her every word, will shrinking minute by minute under even just this minor exertion of her obvious physical authority. She had the urge to speak to him in Russian, now, tell him what a tiny little thing she could make him feel like, how many ways she could crush him into a cube, but she knew she mustn’t scare him too badly.

“Uh-A-a-a...baby bird?” Sam managed, somehow finding an awkward laugh to break the building tension. What was this woman doing to him? He felt like he was...being claimed or something. “Haha! That’s, uh...that’s very ni-”

“Yes, baby bird,” Dinara said, eyes flashing down at him as she felt the growing sense of aggression building inside her. Since beginning treatments, more than two years ago back in Russia, she’d had these ever-stronger urges, around men, to just...aahhhmmmmmnnnnn…..it had been so long, and she felt her hands flexing.

“Owww..!” Sam laughed, trying to pull his left shoulder out of Dinara’s iron grasp. She relented, but did not release him. “That’s, um...q-quite a grip you have there Ms….what should I call you? Ms. Tankov? Di-”

“Hmmmm….” Dinara grinned, interrupting him with a mere cock of her head on her thick, corded neck, “Ma’am….you called me ‘Ma’am’, before. I like that.” She bit her lower lip, continuing to regard him. “Yes. Call me that. Ma’am is good.”

“O-oh-okay, Ma’am…” Sam stuttered, blood chilling in his veins as this woman’s eyes bore down on him even more intensely. Head of Security? Ma’am? That was fine, right? He noticed Ashleigh, to his right, was intently texting someone. Other women in the room, lab assistants, seemed to be going about their business.

“You are small man, compare to me, compare to many women here, hm?” Dinara continued, turning him by the shoulders a bit to face Ashleigh. “Look, even she, young girl, she bigger, taller than you.”

“Uh, w-well,” Sam began, stammering in his defense, “we’re actually almost the same a-age, and she’s uh-”

“And me?” Dinara then spoke, in a challenge standing up straight as she could, suddenly turning him back and towering over him now with forceful authority, looking down on him with an imperious eye meant to make him feel like a wilting weed, “Me much bigger. How you like being made to feel so small, among so many tall, beautiful women?” She was obviously enjoying, was even amused by, the size difference between herself and this small, silly man, sent in earnest from the all-powerful US government. He was but a lackey, a weak, wan servant of an outdated, obsolete patriarchy, one that had no idea that it was already crumbling under the high heels of its own women. She, thought Dinara, she could be the one to show him his rightful place, where they all belong…

Ashleigh, shaking her head and starting to giggle to his right, was now on the phone with someone in hushed tones, eyeing he and Dinara.

Sam despite the feeling that he was getting from this monster of a woman, the sense that she was capable of sudden, intense violence, possibly right here in the lab area, continued trying to be a complete gentleman. “W-well, Ma’am,” he said, genuinely respectful and honestly a little frightened, “You’re right. You ladies here are all very attractive and-

“Men like you- they right, they good,” Dinara spoke, her English deteriorating as she became more and more fixated on dominating this weakling of a male, inching closer to him slowly, raising her huge breasts high as she gently pulled him towards her, “Mild. Timid. Like all men should be. Know your place next to big woman.”

Sam, for himself, was suddenly, finally speechless. Speechless and - aghast - having already become hard down the leg of his sensible khakis. Between all the tits in the conference room, Ashleigh’s alluring perfume and now this woman’s pure vastness, Sam had already spent much of his time here at Evolution Pharmaceuticals fighting back erections. This was going to be a long two weeks!

“We take care of small man, of small good man like you,” Dinara loomed, “Being big is good, good for me, to keep you safe…” She watched his face, with a smile watched his eyes go wide as, beneath her blouse, she began to flex, swelling her musculature. She could tear through this shirt, that she knew. “And I continue to grow…”

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