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A Blemish on the Curve, Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2020-09-29 12:15:15 +0000 UTCThis is the first part of Chapter 19 -- the completed chapter will be posted on Sunday. It'll be a long one, over 8,000 words! But for now, here's the first 4,000 <3
Chapter 19
Lucas blinked and looked down Brooke’s fat, full cleavage for a second before his eyes snapped back up to her vibrant green eyes, which seemed even deeper and more penetrating than before.
“The…?” he said, trailing off. He hadn’t even heard what Brooke had just said.
“The IQ test, Mr. Mineur,” Brooke answered, blinking those eyes of hers once, with deliberate patience.
“Oh…oh! Yes, of course,” he muttered, walking over to his desk blankly and getting out two copies of the test, just like always. He knew that his erection was unabashedly obvious, and he had seen Brooke’s gaze incline slightly down to it for a mere second…long enough for her to have clearly noticed it. But she had given no other indication.
He put one test down in front of her and mechanically turned and walked over to his desk, settling stiffly into his chair as he put his own copy of the test down on the desk in front of him.
“Um…ok, begin,” he mumbled.
“Excuse me?” asked Brooke professionally. “What was that, Mr. Mineur?”
“I said begin!” he replied hotly, suddenly and swiftly irritated.
“My apologies — I didn’t hear you the first time,” replied Brooke immediately, and then arched over her work.
“Maybe pay better attention, then,” Lucas mumbled again, even softer this time, and as Brooke didn’t seem to even react, he assumed that she hadn’t heard him then either. He looked at the blank IQ test in front of him, with all of the shapes and numbers and graphs and everything else he couldn’t concentrate on right now. He looked back to Brooke…the firm spills of her F-cup breasts were now splayed out sexily on either side of her as she focused intently on the test. There wasn’t anything Lucas felt like he could do — if resistance was an option, it wasn’t an option he was willing to explore. As he felt the blood flooding into his groin, stuffing his member, there was no way he wasn’t going to touch himself now.
He checked to make sure that his door was closed…it was, but the blinds were open. Lucas hadn’t remembered touching them recently, not after he had pulled them shut before. Had Brooke…opened them when she had come in early? Lucas looked at her, working away, and then back at the blinds. Without thinking any more, he stood up and very deliberately closed them all, one by one. He turned back quickly to see if Brooke was watching him, but she was still just working away at the test; as far as he could tell, she hadn’t even looked up.
Lucas then shuffled back quickly to his desk, taking up a pen in one hand as he hunched over his test, pretending to take it. Instead, though, he had stuck his other hand down his pants and was masturbating, stealing looks at Brooke’s amazing plethora of breast flesh pressed and splayed out on either side of her own test. And it wasn’t just her breasts he was jacking himself off to — Lucas had remembered how big Brooke’s desk chair had looked just the week before, especially when her small ass and skinny, awkward-looking legs were vainly attempting to fill it. How much things had changed, though…Brooke’s full, fleshy body now filled the entire seat of the chair, and Lucas even noticed the slight, rounded, bulging edge of her tight red dress actually hanging off the end of the chair, nearest to him. Her ass had grown bigger than the seat itself.
The test was quite long, but for Lucas, it seemed to go by in an instant…and it could have gone on for much longer, without him even realizing it. Somehow, he had managed not to cum, even though he had gotten dangerously close a few times. Each instance, he had been able to remind himself that he would get smaller, and with this knowledge, he had miraculously succeeded in not blowing his load in his pants. The prospect itself was embarrassing to think about: covertly cumming in his pants while jacking off to his unsuspecting secretary? But Lucas waved it off in his mind.
‘It’s my office, after all,’ he thought stubbornly to himself. ‘I can do what I want in here.’
When the test was done, Lucas pretended to grade his first, as Brooke worked on a crossword puzzle at her desk.
“Ok…so, I got a 118 again,” he said, throwing out the number he had scored on an earlier test, and feeling oddly buoyant as he puffed up his chest a little and smiled in Brooke’s direction. If he had self-examined his feelings, he would have realized that he was simply proud of forcing himself not to cum. But he was too busy feeling irritated at Brooke’s apparent nonchalance at hearing his score to notice where his feelings came from. She hadn’t even looked up from her crossword puzzle yet.
“And…let’s see…your score…” said Lucas, tallying everything up. He stopped, again having the sensation of everything in his periphery beginning to close in around him. His cock had been softening, but now it was starting to harden all over again. Brooke looked up now, turning her head in his direction as she blinked in relaxed interest.
“…is 119,” Lucas finished. He felt that his lips were dry, and tried to wet them.
“Hmm!” said Brooke, inclining her head slightly to the side as she pursed her mouth slightly. It was like Lucas had just told her some offhand, slightly interesting tidbit of random information. He sat there, staring at her as she returned to her crossword puzzle. That was it?! That was all she was going to give in reaction to the news that she was now objectively smarter than he was?? Lucas didn’t understand, but again, he felt the irritation starting to bubble up inside him. She was just being too obvious about it now, with all of this cold-shoulder shit. He wanted a reaction from her…something!
In fixating on her so closely, Lucas was able to see that Brooke had looked at the clock on the wall and had then started to get her papers together, stacking them up, and putting her notebook on top. Lucas didn’t know what she was doing at first, and he was about to bark at her, asking where she thought she was going, when he remembered that there was a meeting at 11 that morning. He sprang up out of his chair, just as Brooke rose calmly to her feet from her desk. There was a split second when Lucas was transfixed and terrified by the sight of the 6-foot-2-and-a-half-inch curvy bombshell brunette rising up above him, a coolly professional expression on her face…and for that one instant, he almost was reduced to stopping in his tracks and staring all over again. But he quickly kept moving, knowing that anything else was going to make it so obvious to everyone else at the office how much she had grown…and how much he had shrunk.
“Come on Brooke, hurry up,” Lucas barked at her, marching out of his office. “We don’t want to be late, do we? Keep up.”
“Right behind you, Mr. Mineur,” came Brooke’s measured reply. Lucas felt the soft velvety timbre of her voice vibrating like electricity in his pants. There was absolutely no question that her voice had changed again — it had gotten deeper, sexier…maybe even a bit more throaty. Again, it wasn’t anywhere close to the tones of liquid ambrosia that she had been speaking in the restaurant a few days before, but…well, she was getting closer, not further, from how she had been then.
But Lucas was trying to push all of this out of his head as he made a determined beeline for the conference room, marching down the hallway with long strides that he hoped looked confident rather than compensatory. If he had allowed himself to think about the situation, he would have become sick to his stomach with fear about his coworkers noticing his diminished stature, even as they simultaneously noticed how tall, elegant, and regal his secretary looked behind him.
Fortunately for Lucas, there wasn’t anyone in the hall…but he could her the *clackclackclack* of Brooke’s high heels on the floor behind him, and he could tell that, although she wasn’t walking nearly as fast as he was, she was managing to keep steadily behind him by at least a few paces.
‘It’s because her legs are longer than yours now,’ said a little voice in his head, the same voice that seemed to be fighting for control over his partially-erect cock. Lucas had tucked his length up into his waistband — he was going to ignore it. He was not going to let it become an issue; he was going to pretend that everything was perfectly fine. He was heartened to find that he and Brooke were among the first to get to the conference room, and even though Sophia was already there, Lucas thought he managed to sit down fast enough before she noticed anything amiss. She did, however, seem to give him an inquisitive glance, but then her eyes had quickly gone up in pleasure upon seeing Brooke come into the room after him. It was not lost on Lucas how everyone, as they filed in, barely even noticed him, or if they did, only gave him a tacit nod…whereas with Brooke, they all visibly brightened upon seeing her and made a point to smile and wave at her. Lucas sourly noticed that Rick looked particularly thrilled to see her.
‘Eh, it makes sense,’ he told himself reassuringly. ‘She’s like…his creation, really. Haha, or, really, his and mine.’
But this narrative didn’t get Lucas very far. There was no getting around the fact that, even when sitting down, Brooke already outshone him.
“Alright, hello everyone!” said Dave a minute or so later, having come in last, and sitting down at his usual place at the head of the long, smooth conference room table. “Corrective maintenance on some of our newest products! I know we’ll be dealing with specific products outside of many of your specific interests, but I know we can use each others’ help brainstorming, so let’s get to it. Alright Rick, I’ll let you introduce the first product we need to take a closer look at.”
“Ok thanks Dave,” said Rick, tugging a little on his lab coat as his eyes travelled straight to Brooke, “Though let me just start by saying that if all our products were working as well as Brooke’s nanobots…well, we wouldn’t be having this meeting now, would we?”
A sea of appreciative laughs and chatters bubbled up from nearly everyone present, and everyone followed Rick’s lead to enjoy another shameless opportunity to look at Brooke. Lucas stared around desperately for a couple moments, momentarily apoplectic at the thought that so many eyes could be staring at his secretary, just…without his permission like that. But he realized quickly that he had to smile and look at her too, since he otherwise risked looking jealous…or unhinged. He turned and looked slightly up at her, smiling and chuckling along with everyone else. He tried his best to sit up as straight as possible, but with Brooke’s taller stature, and the added cushion of her big ass that she was sitting on, he was unable to erase the inch-high difference between them as they sat.
It certainly didn’t help that Brooke seemed to be soaking up the attention. Lucas knew that if he had paid her that kind of complement in his office, she would’ve just gone on with her business, hardly even reacting to it. But now, in the conference room, with everyone else around, she was just drinking it all in, smiling, blushing, and giggling, as her vibrant green eyes sparkled. She looked straight across the table at Rick and shook her head as she gave him an especially wide, closed-mouth grin, as if to say, ‘You’re trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?’ Rick replied with a slightly awkward wink that went along with his shameless grin as he blushed even more than she did. Lucas seethed.
A little while later, the attention of the meeting had shifted to Sophia, who was going through some issues that some of her software had been having. In his anger at the situation, Lucas had obstinately refused to look at Brooke, which was doing him favors as she quietly jotted down notes for him. Since he wasn’t looking at her, Lucas was free to actually pay attention to the progression of the meeting, and after half an hour, the seesawing of boredom mixed with periodic bursts of interest had gotten him to a point where he almost felt like he was in a normal Braden meeting, in a normal situation, on a normal day.
“So it seems to me,” Sophia was saying, “That given those issues I just outlined, the best course of action would be to try some automatic bug-fixing techniques.”
A murmur of assent rippled through the conference room, and several people, Dave and Trent included, nodded their heads.
“But these techniques would rely on a test suite, right?”
Brooke’s calm, clear voice cut through the air to Lucas’s left. His eyes went wide as his eyebrows came together, and he turned to look at her. For once, in his anger, he could see past her fresh beauty. What on earth was she doing, talking out of turn like this!? Was she trying to embarrass him??
Brooke wasn’t even looking at him; she was looking across the table at Sophia, who was sitting next to Rick.
“Um…yes, yes I think they would, Brooke,” said Sophia genuinely. “Why?”
“Well, just because those kinds of techniques wouldn’t really provide patch correctness guarantees, right?” came Brooke’s confident yet respectful reply. No one responded immediately, so Brooke just continued:
“Since, you know, the test suite wouldn’t be complete and wouldn’t cover all cases.”
“She’s right,” said James suddenly, looking towards her. “A weak test suite might lead generate-and-validate techniques to generate validated but incorrect patches in the software.”
“Huh…you know, I see what you two are saying,” said Sophia, beginning to nod. “Incorrect patches that have undesirable effects like eliminating desirable functionalities.”
“Or causing memory leaks,” added Dave, who was now leaning forward onto the smooth table, clearly engaged.
“Or just, you know, introducing security vulnerabilities that might not have been present before,” put in Trent.
Lucas couldn’t believe it — they were all…just…playing off her like that!? Like she was an equal Braden employee. It didn’t matter that Lucas had to admit, deep down, that Brooke had just brought up a good point. He was trying to maintain a calm exterior, but underneath, he was positively livid. There was no question now that she was trying to undermine him and make him look bad.
“Well,” said Dave, hands still folded in front of him as he looked around the room, “Per the astute point raised by Brooke here, how might we approach this issue, then?”
He kept looking around the room for a few more silent moments, and then his eyes went straight to Brooke, his mouth breaking into a smile.
“I’m asking everyone, genuinely, secretaries included,” Dave chuckled. The whole conference room laughed, everyone looking appreciatively at Brooke. This time, Lucas couldn’t even bring himself to smile.
Brooke’s lips parted and she smiled sheepishly, but she looked so gorgeous that her blush did nothing to dampen the healthy vitality of her cheeks, and her larger expression. Lucas felt himself slipping, and he forced his eyes to dart away from her face, seeking out Olivia’s reaction to being totally upstaged by this new girl. But his spirits sank even further when he saw that there wasn’t any malevolence in Olivia’s face: she was looking at Brooke searchingly, like she was genuinely expecting some kind of answer to come from her.
“Wellll,” said Brooke bashfully, sitting up even straighter in her seat and rising another quarter inch over Lucas in the process, “Sophia could amplify a potentially failing test suite by producing more test cases that are then automatically labelled as either passing or failing. And…you know, just so to minimize the sheer human effort of labeling, an automatic test oracle could be developed that — ” and here Brooke motioned at Dave, who was nodding his head enthusiastically, apparently eager to complete her thought.
“That would eventually learn to classify test cases as passing or failing and only engage Sophia for uncertain cases,” he finished, capitalizing the sentence with a resounding smack of his hand against the smooth table. “Brilliant, Brooke! Just…just wonderful! Did you catch all that, Sophia?”
“Did I?” she laughed, staring at Brooke, deeply impressed, “Of course! It’s just that…wow Brooke…I didn’t expect…but, heheh, look at me, assuming things. You sure know your stuff, girl!”
“Haha, well…just a thing or two, here and there,” she laughed modestly.
“Seriously though,” said Dave, leaning forward towards her. “That’s exactly the kind of dynamic intervention that we’re looking for in these kinds of meetings. Lucas? Haha, what’s wrong? A little jealous that your secretary is stealing all your thunder?”
Lucas gaped at Dave, his eyebrows becoming a single line on his forehead — now his immediate boss was just heaping on the humiliation. But Dave was laughing (along with everyone else), clearly not intending to humiliate Lucas. It was just the mindset that Lucas was trapped in that saw everything in terms of his inexorable descent beneath Brooke…in every way possible. Lucas alone knew that this process was already fairly advanced.
“It’s a just joke, man,” chuckled Trent.
“Haha yeah, lighten up Lucas,” enjoined Ryan, with Steve nodding his head as he laughed with his lips closed.
“Oho it’s not a joke to Lucas!” threw in Sophia, pointing at him from across the table. “Look at him — his face is turning red! Haha, and did anyone notice that Brooke’s taller than him now?”
The laughter died down as every person in the conference room looked directly at Brooke and Lucas, silently comparing them. Lucas was already sitting up as straight as he could, and he was noticeably shorter. He didn’t know where to look…and so he looked at Brooke. She had turned her head slightly and was looking down at him, a slight smile on her face. And with her eyes still on him, she sat up a little straighter, rising a bit more above him. Lucas couldn’t keep looking at her — he was experiencing such a mixture of rage, arousal, helplessness, and humiliation that he thought he might just short-circuit and explode. His eyes went down her curvy, full-breasted figure and came to rest on the table directly in front of him.
“Huh…yeah…looks like she is,” remarked Dave curiously a couple seconds later. Everyone else was just staring silently, not saying anything at all. But Lucas could feel their eyes going over the plain evidence before them, and there was nothing he could do. He lifted his eyes over at Rick, who was glancing in puzzlement from him to Brooke, and back again. Lucas knew that Rick could tell there was something wrong, but there was no way he could know what was actually going on, right!?
“Hmm, ok well anyway,” said Dave, clearing his throat and proceeding along as he pointed at Brooke, “More of that from everyone else here, please.”
The rest of the meeting passed by in a blur for Lucas, who did nothing to contribute…and all the while he heard Brooke’s pen, just scratching, scratching, scratching behind him, almost never stopping, taking notes, ostensibly for him…but Lucas, whether justified or not, felt that Brooke was calculated in everything she was doing at this point. On the surface she was just taking notes for him like a good secretary; but beneath the surface she was taunting him, the incessant sound of her pen scratching into his subconscious the reality of her having succeeded him, in both height and intelligence, with the veiled, implied threat of her taking his place at the company. Lucas knew that he was losing his mind, but he also knew, with equal conviction, that he had lost control of the situation — what was real and not real anymore was a complete tossup in his overburdened brain.
When Dave finally brought the meeting to a close, Lucas was the first out the door. He didn’t care that it was blatantly obvious to everyone else that he was leaving in a childish huff. Lucas had more important things to worry about — he had to get out of there before people saw him standing next to Brooke in her 4-inch heels. He had been semi-erect all meeting long, and at this point he did not trust his own ability to control his erections around her.
*clackclackclackclack*
The sound of Brooke’s heels echoed in his ears behind him as he stormed down the hallway. Lucas had thought that Brooke would surely linger in the conference room after the meeting, soaking up everyone’s praise, striking up an extended conversation with Dave, and essentially anything else than what she was doing right now, which was following him. He almost turned around to look at her, but just hearing her heels behind him was all he needed to know it was her. A sideways glance, just to make sure, revealed the vibrant red of her dress in the periphery of his vision. She was following him alright. And it made him even madder. He was just a little over 5’10 now…and in her heels she was half an inch away from 6’3. She had showed him up more times than he could have imagined possible in a single meeting…all without appearing to try. And now she had the audacity to follow him back into his office, like nothing had happened? Like she was just doing her job!?
He walked faster, but Brooke apparently kept pace with him, so that she was only a few paces behind when he got to his office. As soon as Brooke came in, she closed the door, and Lucas whirled around in place, his face bright red with pent-up rage. He had already opened his mouth to start yelling at Brooke, but he found, upon turning around, that she was actually much closer to him than expected, with only a few feet between them. Lucas found himself staring into the bottom of her elegant, well-formed neck. The long, tightly-squished chasm of her cleavage was higher than his shoulders, and from it emanated a delightful floral scent, the same scent that Lucas had smelled coming from her multiple times before. Brooke had apparently stopped walking abruptly, because her F-cups were trembling and bouncing from the inertia of her previous movements. To Lucas, it seemed like they were jiggling and shaking right under his nose.
For several long moments, all he could do was stare into Brooke’s cleavage…and she let him, simply standing there close, looming over him, looking expressionlessly down onto the top of his head. As the seconds passed by, however, Lucas managed to recompose himself. He took a deep breath, stepped back a pace, looked up at Brooke’s placid face with undisguised wrath, and launching his pre-planned verbal assault.
“That was all completely uncalled for!!” he bellowed, jabbing his finger down towards the floor.
“What was, Mr. Mineur?” asked Brooke mildly.
“You…you know what I’m talking about!” he yelled up at her. “Showing me up like that in front of everyone! Sp-speaking out of turn…”
“I wasn’t showing you up, Mr. Mineur — I was just contributing to the meeting,” she replied.
“Th-that’s not your job!” Lucas spat. “Your job is to take notes for me! That’s it!”
“Dave seemed to think otherwise,” Brooke remarked.
“And…and,” continued Lucas, ignoring her comment, “Sitting up when everyone was watching s-so…so that you looked taller than me!”
“But Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke quietly, taking a step closer to him, “I am taller than you now.”
