GITJ Post 382: Lawyers!

“Someone call Sheryl,” was the last thing Randi said as she left the room with Amelia, Stephanie and Julia, leaving Josie and Marisela to finish up with the news lady. The photoshoot was basically done, anyway, and the four of them would handle these lawyers whose arrival Aubrey had just announced. It was a surprise to everyone, and not a pleasant one. Just the word: ‘lawyers’:  Ick. What the fuck, Randi fumed, What could they want?

In the meantime, she’d asked Lakshmi and Shanette to get Dr. J to Melissa. He was whisked away quickly, and soon found himself standing, in his silly little-boy’s suit, facing his giant young girlfriend in her huge, immaculately modern office. The two other girls hovered near the entrance, listening down the hall through the open door.

“We have some visitors, huh?” Melissa purred, from where she’d been sitting on her office couch. If tensions filled the air, none of it was in her voice. White leather creaked pleasurably below her, and she appeared relaxed, bare of foot and curled up with her laptop. She looked, of course, beautiful, and certainly unperturbed. “Aubrey tells me they’re here with a lot of paperwork, and are being really demanding.” She looked at her boyfriend, standing adorably nervous about ten feet away. He seemed delightfully unsure of himself. “They want to meet with whoever's in charge.”

“Well, I, uh-” Dr J fidgeted in place as he looked at the ground. He was suddenly feeling even more out of place, out of sorts, and so far out of his comfort zone that his head began to spin. D-do they mean m-?

“Shhhhh, don’t worry, honey,” Melissa continued confidently, “I’ve got this. Can you pass me my heels?” At that she nodded at the pair of what-must-be eight-inch stilettos, black, standing just off to his right.

“S-sure,” he replied, gathering them and handing them to her. He felt ashamed that he was afraid of these outsiders and needing her to handle it.

“I think they are coming,” Lakshmi said, from the doorway.

“They’re definitely coming,” agreed Shanette, standing aside.

Melissa was putting on her heels, casually. She remained seated.

The lawyers’ voices preceded them, gruffly, echoing down clinic halls. To Dr. J they seemed obnoxious, improper, and more out of place here than even he. Girls’ voices were mixed in, argumentative. They were all headed this way, a small crowd.

At the door to Melissa’s office, Shanette moved to stop them. “Excuse me who are-”

“We’re told you’re Dr. J,” said the first one, a half-shaven man in his early thirties pushing right past Shanette. His glasses were obviously fake. Two others followed in his wake, also blatantly uninvited. Each of them were younger still, and all carried mounds of papers, folders, notebooks. In tow, roughly ten feet behind was a uniformed police officer, also male though gray of hair. Pudgy, he remained quiet.

Shanette and Lakshmi stood with gaping mouths to their right and left. Before they could say anything, Randi. Amelia, Stephanie, and Julia stepped in behind the three intruders and their armed accomplice.

“We tried to stop them, Missy,” Randi groaned.

“...but they’re assholes,” finished Amelia.

“Doctor,” the lead lawyer began, “I’m Attorney Feinman, this is my partner Attorney Howard, and our, uh, other Attorney, Attorney Wardell. And this is Officer Healy.”

Shanette and Lakshmi moved beside Dr. J and their hands went to his shoulders protectively.

“G’Afternoon, ladies,” burped the policeman, shifting on his feet uncomfortably

“We have warrants, for a search and seizure, Doctor,” continued the lawyer, “and would like you to come with us.”

An overhead light flickered.

“You w-want who to do what?” Dr. J stammered.

“Wait a second,” Julia chimed in as she moved into the room, “you can’t just-”

Angie stepped into the office, last to arrive into the chaos.

“Yeah who-” began Stephanie, also now flanking the three men. She was one of the first to smell it, the change in the air. She felt her musculature begin to respond, under her pretty blouse and smart pencil skirt.

“You can read the paperwork yourself,” came the voice of the second lawyer, a darker guy with an unfortunate beard and black, beady eyes, “signed by a judge of a state court of, uh, record in the district…” He’d already begun to rifle through a sheaf of documents in his arms.

“Yeah we got it all done yesterday,” said the third.

None of the men had yet vocally acknowledged the obviously impressive young woman sitting on the couch. The police officer, though, had started to stare. Wow what a looker. He’d been told to be careful of that one, that she could pose a physical threat. What he didn't realize, though, was that she was already, quietly, starting to release something from her skin. Instinctively, but also partly on command they came, her pheromones: some for these little man-things, a particular combination, and others for her girls.

They’re not paying attention to me on purpose, these silly things, Melissa realized. She cocked her head. Let’s change that.

“I see you have some papers, and it sounds like you want to stop us from, like, taking care of our patients,” Melissa said, finally addressing the new men in the room for the first time. Her voice, though no louder than any of the others, suddenly became the only sound in her office. She fought back a smile as all the attention in the room was now immediately focused on her. “Now that’s not nice, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” came Randi, her voice a smoky concurrence.

“Not nice at all,” other voices hissed in harmony. Bodies inched in.

The lawyers, in their hundred-dollar suits, shivered in secret silence. Skin crawled and, for the love of god, their dicks began to harden. But Attorney Fineman, after a moment, was finally able to compose himself and push on. He’d been warned about this and he was beginning to think maybe they should have worn those gas masks like his shadow contact ANDRSON had suggested. With a slight stutter he began his legal speil followed quickly by the two other attorneys. They clamored on about their papers, their injunctions, their restraining orders. Their zeal, though, seemed somehow tempered diminished. But they proceeded to list what they had as evidence of human rights abuses, zoning infractions and environmental c-complaints and…well, uh…

Attorney Lou Fineman, an activist who had taken up with the Resistance more than a year ago and coordinated today’s intervention with ANDRSON and his cell, felt his voice begin to fail. These plans were months in the making, and already he felt their foundations began to shiver. His partners had grown quiet already. The cop hadn’t moved a muscle, still standing back.

From her seat on the couch Melissa watched the lawyer, and began to smile.

He has a job, yes, and he has a fancy degree, that too, she thought, training she’d had at Evolution kicking into gear. Unconsciously she began analyzing him and his little team, silently gauging their threat level. But the man is weak, all three of them are. Melissa pursed her lips and studied them again. She knew, if she wanted, she could lift the lot of them up by their collars and throw them out the window. Or, haha, she could ask her girls to tear them limb-from-limb. They’d probably do it, if she asked nicely. Some of them might even enjoy it, and the men would rip like paper dolls. But it wasn’t just their physical bodies that made them inferior to the budding superhumans filling the room. Melissa was always a good judge of people, and these days it was like she could see right into them. These men lack the - what would you call it? -  ‘strength of personality’ - to do what they’re trying to do, she continued to muse, but the good thing is, I’ve got enough of that for everyone. She knew she already had the force of presence to fill up a room, even a big one like her office. Her personality, like the rest of her, just kept getting bigger and stronger.

“So w-we’ll be taking the doctor with us,” an attorney said trying his best to muster a sense of authority, “F-for his own protecti-“

“I can’t let you do that,” she spoke, plainly, her voice a dormant power unto itself that immediately quieted the man, “You won’t take Jay away from me.” The pheromones that had already begun to amplify the aggression and protective nature of her girls began to redouble, pour from her skin.

Lakshmi, to her side, growled. She felt something about herself grow heavier.

The lawyers’ accusations began to devolve into nervous babbling as the pheromones began to overtake them. Their argument of authority sounded more like pleading as they continued to threaten to take Dr. J into their custody. “Th-the law,” began the third attorney, “s-says we can take him for his own safety. It says right here in this statute…”

The girls each inched inwards. Unseen, Amelia’s nails became sharper, longer. Marisela ran her tongue over her emerging eye teeth. The attorneys slowly began to realize they were surrounded. Randi sniffed the air - fear - and flexed her jaw.

But the men foolishly pressed on. “So unless there’s something here more powerful than the law…”

That was all Melissa needed. More powerful than the law? she laughed to herself, Let’s see what you think. Enormous high heels now on, she put her hands on her knees and began, slowly, to stand...

The three lawyers, side-by-side in front of her, watched. As did all other eyes in the room.

Though pheromones that would be recognized as chemical weapons poured off her, it was the mere sight of Melissa rising to her full height that nearly made the mens’ hearts stop. Up and up she rose, until she towered over every man in the room by more than a foot, and they began to visibly quiver.

Now that she was 6´8”, and well over seven feet in these heels she knew the effect her size could have on others. Becoming taller had granted her with much more than just a desirable body. It’d begun to garner her respect, make others see her as their superior. She'd become an imposing woman, and she was still growing. As they’d told her at Evolution, it looked like she was just getting bigger and bigger, faster and faster every day. The thought of it - even here, among these enemies - made her tingle. With her height, her strength and beauty, her new position and her growing wealth? Everyone, crane your necks, look up at me. The imposing Amazon stands above you all.

“Holy shit,” Josie gasped, with a laugh.

“G-g-good lord…” stammered one of the little men.

“Look at the s-s-size of her…” marveled another.

The cop’s hand, reflexively, went to his weapon.

Melissa had stood from the couch, letting them see she was not just a woman. No, she towered over them like something divine among toys, and she felt it. “Want to see something more ‘powerful' than the law?” she spoke in a voice now two octaves deeper, its arcane energy making the windows tremble. Under her smart business clothes, under her plain gray blouse she felt her muscles swell. She leaned into it,  flexing her traps and shoulders and lats and now fighting back the urge to go into full double-biceps pose. I could burst out of this blouse like it was tissue paper if I wanted. She could feel herself brimming with untapped power, and as she looked down at the little men quaking in their pants, energy crackled in the room. A knowing smirk crossed her face as she watched her girls slowly close in.

She looked to her left, where Jay stood, silent and trembling. He was looking at her too, in similar awe. Good, she thought, I want him to see this.

“Jay, come,” she commanded, beckoning him closer with an outstretched hand. In a moment he was quietly by her side, standing behind. If I was wearing a skirt, she almost giggled, he’d be clutching it. Or hiding beneath.  Her perfumes had already done their work absolutely drowning the men in a sea of submission, but she couldn't resist the urge to release a little more.

“Drop the weapon,” she commanded next, and the room heard a gun clatter to the floor. It had been drawn by Officer Healy’s shaking hands, but now lay useless.

The lawyers began cowering, and as the giant woman took one step towards them, the smallest of them could be heard to yelp.

Graciously, she offered out her hand.

“I’m Melissa, by the way,” she began, as the lead attorney’s hand automatically rose up to meet hers, “Melissa Monroe, Office Manager.” She took his hand, and just stood there, feeling the fragile bones in her grasp. She smiled, pondering if she should strengthen her grip and mangle his hand - not just a little, but completely break it into a pulp, into a useless pulp. For his misbehavior. Ahh, but you’ll want to jerk off to me later, won’t you? she considered, smiling to herself, And maybe you’re a righty.

The second lawyer dropped his papers, which fell to the floor in a fluttering wave. Melissa now looked his way, and saw that his mind was more on the underside of her breasts than where they should be, on the papers now scattered around the floor. Her smile curled. It didn’t bother her, that he was fixated on her tits, as long as it distracted him. Actually, Melissa rather liked the attention that her body brought her. As long as no one tried to touch, they were free to enjoy. And stare. And remember what they saw for later.

“Why don’t you drop your papers, too?” Melissa suggested coyly eyeing the third lawyer who, after a short pause, felt compelled to do the same. They all watched as his pile of yellow legal files fell in a spreading puddle at his feet, leaving him with nothing to do but stare.

Dr. J, from behind his girlfriend's huge thigh, her muscular rear, looked on in a mix of thrill and horror. What is she doing with her voice? She's commanding them like they’re puppets. The power in her - goddamn it, how submissive was he? - excited him darkly, and he groaned as his cock surged for her.

Melissa was giggling. The other girls began to giggle too. There was so much the swarm of them could do right now…

But suddenly, there were even more women in the room...

Five young women had entered, holding their own briefcases, carrying their own paperwork. Blonde. Each was smartly dressed and strangely similar. Dr. J’s eyes widened; he felt he recognized them all. They were younger but he could see  it right away: it was like the attack of the Sheryl’s.

“We’re going to have to ask you gentlemen to leave,” spoke the lead of this new team of attorneys.

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thanks to ElephantPorn for the lawyer images, and RiF for all his help editing