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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #2291351
A fresh interactive for the short genre. Short from birth, you'll be treated like a baby.
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Chapter #3

Heading into work

    by: emx2064 Author IconMail Icon
You woke up to your alarm blaring at 5:30AM on a Monday and rolled out of your empty bed to go switch it off.

Your beautiful wife Cindy had been away on a girls' trip for the past week and wouldn't be home until tonight. You could hardly hold your anticipation and release your pent up sexual energy, but you had both agreed to save yourselves for her reunion.

Unfortunatly that meant you couldn't relieve your small morning wood, and had to focus on getting ready for work. You went to go freshen up in the shower and took a moment to relax in the warm spray before quickly scrubbing down, drying off, and moisturizing.

You were a succesful founder and CEO of a Fortune 500 firm that you had built from the ground up, despite just being in your late 20s. Your vast success at such a young age coupled with your jaw-droppingly hot trophy wife naturally lead to an equal amount of jealousy and admiration from your peers, which you didnt let get to your head... too much.

At this stage in your career you didn't need to head into an office very often, prefering to work from home since you felt you looked less commanding in person due to your condition. This was largely a baseless insecurity, as you had handpicked all of your employees down to the lowest levels, and made sure to fammiliarise yourselves with them so they abandoned any restraints about your stature and respected you as the great CEO and boss that you wanted to be seen as.

Naturally there were a few miscreants who either refused to take you seriously, or worse, treated you as a baby and attempted to talk down, smother, or pamper you. Of course, these individuals were fired immidiatly before their probatianry period expired.

These instances only reinforced your fear of being humilliated at work in front of your beloved employees, and thus you did everything in your power to ensure you commanded respect. For instance, as you got dressed you wore raised platform shoes that maybe brought your height up to that of a small child instead of a baby, a tailor made suit and tie which broadened your dainty shoulders, and an elevated seat and desk at work. After stressing about the particularites of your appearence, you called for your chauffer as you prepaired some breakfast.

After you ate some toast and had your morning coffee, you exited your home at 6:30AM and were greeted by your driver Melissa, a matronly lady who had just gotten off her maternity leave but still looked as fit as ever.

"I take it you are heading to work, sir?" She smiled as she bent down to shake your hand.

"Yes, Mel, and I told you to drop the pleasentries and just call me David" you chuckled as she took you to your favorite custom red Lamborghini, which you were unforunatly too short to drive.

Melissa placed her plump behind into the driver's seat whilst you sat into your elavated passenger seat, which your wife Cindy mockingly called a booster seat, much to your chagrin.


It wasnt long until you arrived at your workplace at just before 7AM. You always liked to arrive early for the scarse days that you visited your office at David Smith & co, a swanky high rise in the city centre, and you wanted to arrive early to prepare an extremely important meeting you had with some stakeholders and executives. You also knew of some new hires that you had approved the applications of, but you had yet to meet them and wanted to use the day as an oppurtity to properly vet them to see if they were a good fit at the company.

You waved Melissa off as you entered the office with a spring in your step.... until
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