Asset Management - Story with image

 Thinking of Bea lately so thought I'd better post something.

This is an old story and I've posted it elsewhere, so some readers may have seen it before.

I haven't re-read it so there may be some typos, grammatical errors etc- so apologies in advance.

Take care

Carrie

Asset Management

By

Carrie P

 

 

“This is so hideous, truly dreadful. And it’s only getting worse. What on earth am I going  to do?” he said, the agitation and emotion clearly evident on his face as he stood in front of the full length mirror.

“I do wish you would not upset yourself, Phillip.” Lucinda said gently. “You are beginning to sound like a hysterical schoolgirl.”

“Of course I’m upset.” he squealed and suddenly realised and not for the first time recently the pitch of his voice had become a tad higher than he would have liked.

Although it was probably the least of his problems it was however another new and unwelcome characteristic he had struggled to control and only served to emphasise the gradual yet pronounced erosion of his once rational  and well balanced personality.

Frustration quickly changed to despair and his bottom lip began to quiver.

Lucinda smiled patiently and knew it would not be long before the weeping would begin.

“But… it’s so…”he began to blubber unable to finish the sentence.

His fiancée moved closer and consoled him.

“Unfair.” she suggested softly “Yes I know, darling. Now why don’t you have a good cry, you know it will make you feel so much better.”

“Y… yes...”he agreed, trying manfully to resist the inevitable but failed a usual as the first big fat tear rolled down his cheek “So unfair.”

“Of course it is.” Lucinda sympathised handing him a dainty lace handkerchief as the single tear quickly became a steady rivulet down his cheeks. “But Mother is so fond of you and she did warn you of the dangers.”

As he dabbed the tears a puzzled look came over his face, he wasn’t quite sure this was how he remembered events.

“Yes…but…she didn’t…”he tried to challenge her account but was immediately interrupted.

“Now Phillip, you cannot hold Mummy responsible.” Lucinda said softly yet with a tinge of sternness he had come to be wary of. “You really must be accountable for your own decisions. Now I do hope you are not tyring to say Mummy misled or attempted to deceive you?”

“Well… no… it’s just…”he stumbled but Lucinda quickly interrupted him.

“Mummy is extremely experienced in these matters and was most insistent that you should not exceed the dosage.” she declared her voice now evolving into a more strident, almost threatening tone “After all you were the one who approached her to try to improve your physique. ”

He was forced to concede there was a grain of truth in this but only to the extent that her mother was constantly alluding, and in a most uncomplimentary manner, to his lack of a classic manly build or at least her idea of it. To quell her criticism he eventually agreed to take part in the various exercise programs including of yoga and Pilates at the exclusive health spa she and her friends attended. To his surprise he found it enjoyable and also had  to admit her friends were most friendly and very supportive and treated him like… well… like one of the “girls” as many middle aged matrons tend to refer to themselves. He also had to acknowledge that the massages, aromatherapies, facials, pedicures to mention only a few of the treatments he had with the girls were incredibly relaxing and had a wonderfully calming effect on him. So when his new friends and his future mother-in-law eagerly suggested he avail of a new organic supplement that was proven to improve one’s physical appearance as well as one’s skin and hair he felt it would be rude to the girls to refuse.

Now looking down at the two heavy large fleshy mounds with their exquisite areolas protruding from his chest, he could not stop himself from crying. His decision to follow their advice was something he now bitterly regretted.

Since these two perfectly formed female breasts had first appeared as small pert orbs over the last several days he had made his anxieties known to both Lucinda and her mother but to no avail. They banished his concerns as neurotic and overwrought and refused to allow him to seek medical advice on the grounds that this was surely just a temporary physical reaction and they were extremely confident the offending glands would soon reduce in size before disappearing altogether. But to his horror and consternation they had grown to alarming proportions, well at least for a male. Up to this point he was able to disguise these unwelcome protrusions by binding them with wide bandages and wearing loose fitting shirts but their further enlargement overnight had now made those measures quite pointless.  And if that wasn’t bad enough the arrival of these ghastly mummeries was also accompanied by a small but slightly noticeable weight gain almost entirely centred on his derrière which had now taken on quite a plump aspect. As these dreadful events unfolded he fully expected his future mother-in-law to become even more disparaging about the unwanted and unnatural development that was taking place to his body. However it was quite the opposite, she became extremely sympathetic and very supportive and in a sense almost protective.

Lucinda interrupted his train of thought as she took his hands in hers.

“Surely you must know Mummy only has your best interests at heart.”

Of course he could not deny her mother’s attitude towards him had softened since he had joined her and the girls at the spa and although she was undoubtedly a little overbearing and bossy insisting on adherence to various petty house rules which irked and sometimes embarrassed him. However to be fair and to her credit  her generosity was not in doubt as evinced by the gold Rolex he wore even if he considered this particular neat watch looked more like a ladies model rather than a man’s.

As Lucinda gazed at him with a look of calm assurance, a slight doubt entered his mind and he began to question his recollection of events.

Maybe it wasn’t completely her fault he silently reappraised his situation. Maybe…maybe…I…

He knew from experience the look on Lucinda’s face would only soften with agreement.

“Yes… yes of course.” he eventually replied, his memory of the episode less certain now.

“Now let’s not argue.” Lucinda said as if reading his mind “It’s not the end of the world. Neither Mummy nor I think you are any less a man because of it.”

Her smile reassured him and as she opened her arms he stepped forward into her embrace.

The sensation of his heavy breasts pressing against Lucinda’s slightly smaller bosom was extremely pleasant and suddenly and to his embarrassment his nipples began to protrude.  It did not go unnoticed by his fiancée.

“Phillip!” Lucinda gasped “You’re becoming… excited.”

“I…ah…I don’t…”he mumbled ashamed by this display of feminine arousal.

“Ahem!” Lucinda’s mother announced her arrival with a gentle knock at the open door and stepping inside her eyes were drawn to the offending nipples, she quietly closed the door behind her. “Oh dear I was afraid of this Lucinda.”

Phillip, blushing bright red automatically raised his hands to cover the large glands before quickly moving to pick up the satin dressing gown lying on the bed

“I think yours are slightly  too small darling, I suppose we really  should have done this sooner. We had better go to my bedroom.” she said to Lucinda as Phillip  slipping into the robe quickly made himself decent.

She took Phillip’s hand and led him to the door followed by Lucinda.

“Come along Phillip.”

He was in the corridor and just reaching her bedroom door when he finally found his voice.

“I…I… don’t understand?” he blurted.

“Yes I know dear.” she said ignoring his question as she opened the door and in a voice that was more of a command than a request she added “Now sit at my dressing table, like a good boy.”

“Please Mrs…”he began but immediately became aware of a vexed look descending over her handsome face.

It was an explicit and unmistakable reminder of one of her more humiliating rules and now with such embarrassment attached to him physically and emotionally he was in no position to enter into an argument.

“Yes… Mummy.” he abandoned any thought of protest.

“Please don’t have me to remind you again Phillip.” she said “Or else I’m afraid you will have another appointment with my hairbrush.”

At the mention of this shameful memory he could only drop his eyes to the floor in utter shame.

“He is such a pet but you are far too lenient with him darling.” mother addressed daughter ignoring the utterly embarrassed figure who was now dutifully seated at her dressing table. “You need to be far stricter. Spare the rod…and all that.”

Phillip tried to avoid looking at himself and his protrusions as he watched the two women in the mirror busying themselves at one of the large mahogany tallboys. Eventually they turned around and not wishing to risk irritating his future mother-in-law’s once more he quickly averted his eyes.

“Yes I suppose you are right Mummy.” Lucinda said “We should have done this earlier.”

“Remove your robe Phillip” her mother said.

“But…” he gasped pulling together the quilted satin lapels of the feminine robe he wore I have nothing on underneath.”

“Yes we know, dear.” she answered as if speaking to a child “I have already seen your… assets several times this week alone. And I really don’t think what you have below your waist will frighten me. ”

“Now come along darling. It’s not as if Mummy hasn’t seen you au natural, and she does bathe you when I can’t.” Lucinda said softly as she gently prised his hands away from the material “Surely you must realise we are only trying to help you.”

The mention of this, yet another in an increasing catalogue of shameful episodes was enough to ensure his compliance and he did not resist as Lucinda opened the satin robe to expose his plump and well rounded breasts.

“Extend your arms Phillip.” Mummy instructed in a brusque voice that threatened consequences in the event of a refusal.

“Aaah…. but …that’s…”he again struggled to find the words and again failed miserably not quite believing what was happening as the satin and lace cups covered his breasts. Lucinda’s hands gently settled them snugly into place and smoothed the delicate lace of the upper part of the cups before fussing over the tiny pink bow between the cups until she was satisfied it was perfectly straight.

Once more an attempt was made to mouth an objection but again he was unable to do so and could only watch in horror as the women continued their nefarious task.

 He felt the wide shoulder straps press into his skin and tighten as her mother quickly drew the two sides of the garment together and with expert dexterity secured the six hooks into their corresponding eyes.

In less than thirty seconds he had been safely locked into his first brassiere.

If the women were aware of his distress they did not show it and continued their conversation.

“Yes you were correct Mummy, my brassieres would have been a size, possibly two too small.”Lucinda said standing back to admire their handiwork

“Yes darling I knew it the minute I saw them.” her mother answered and as an afterthought turned briefly to him “Is that more comfortable Phillip?” 

She didn’t wait for his answer,

“Yes dear I’m sure it is, Mummy knows best.”

This was merely the latest in a list of humiliations he had endured recently and had learnt the hard way not to complain or voice objections as such reactions were not received well by his future mother-in-law. Now as on all previous occasions  he once again he submitted to her authority and as usual remained silent however as much as he hated to admit it, she was right. The support from the uniquely feminine garment relieved the small but  burdensome pull on his chest.

“I would have preferred one of your delightful pink ones Mummy, the lace on them is so pretty.” Lucinda said as she adjusted the shoulder straps while her mother once more tugged the cups gently before gently lifting his breasts to check they were correctly positioned. He found this unnecessary fondling of his unwanted breasts extremely humiliating but then again it was just another one in an ever growing list.

He tried to voice an objection but yet again his courage deserted him.

“Yes I know darling.” her mother said speaking over his head “It is such a pretty colour but I expect Phillip would prefer a manly colour so I thought black would be best for his first one.”

“Ahh… ahh…”a strangled gurgling sound finally made its way from his mouth but if the women heard they took no notice.

 “Has he put on a little weight, darling?” her mother asked. “His tush does seem quite plump.”

Lucinda giggled before answering.

“Yes he’s had trouble getting into his trousers in the last few days, I had to give him one of my palazzo pants yesterday.”

“Well we both know the solution to that particular problem.” her mother said and both women laughed as they returned to the tallboy.

Their conversation barely registered with him as he sat mesmerised by the reflection in the mirror, his brain having difficulty processing what his eyes were seeing. He raised his hand to touch the garment in order to establish that this was not an illusion but suddenly felt afraid to touch it. So enthralled by image in the mirror he was completely oblivious to the return of the women. It was only when Lucinda told him to stand did he become aware of a restriction around his legs.

The paralysis that had gripped his vocal cords had gradually extended to his brain and the rest of his body. He looked down in horror to see a large satin and elastic garment had enveloped his calves. With his fiancée at his front and his future mother-in-law behind him and working in tandem they tugged and strained the pale pink long-legged girdle up over his waist. As they did so Lucinda deftly moved his manhood or what now passed for it between his legs ensuring there was no unsightly male bulge. With the same nimbleness the eight hooks and eyes at the side of this formidable garment were fastened with masterful haste before his future mother-in-law finally drew the zipper up its full twelve inches. She ran the palm of her hand over the girdle’s satin panelled rear before giving his right cheek a playful slap.

“Those garters look terrible just dangling loosely.” Lucinda’s mother said, “Spoils the whole line and will make it very uncomfortable for him when sitting.”

“Sit.” she instructed however his limbs were unable to respond and both women had to gently push him back down onto the seat.

Still in a daze he was barely able to comprehend what was happening let alone lift a finger to stop them and watched helplessly as both women expertly rolled dark silk stockings up his legs and secure them to the girdle’s eight dangling garters.

As he was stood up again, the women fussed at his stockings to ensure his seams were straight he suddenly began to experience the intense constriction his torso, thighs and buttocks. The weight he had felt hanging from his chest was now lighter, more evenly distributed although the sensation of tight elastic from his shoulders to his back to his chest was becoming very evident.

The fog slowly began to clear from his brain and he felt shoes being slipped onto his feet.

“Much better.” Lucinda said “Don’t you think so darling?”

He still had not found his voice.

“Come look at yourself in the full length mirror.” her mother added as she led him across the room.

“A…aaah…” a feeble whimper was all he could manage as a shapely feminine figure stared back at him.

His breasts now stood out proudly supported as they were by the well structured satin, elastic and lace brassiere, his torso restricted and compressed by the high-waisted girdle now took on an unmistakeably feminine shape.

“Such a wonderful figure.” Lucinda said admiringly “I must say I do feel jealous Phillip.”

“A good figure is merely the result of the correct corsetry Lucinda.” her mother replied as she tugged gently at the girdle’s garters ensuring his stockings were safely secured before turning her attention to the brassiere’s straps adjusting them slightly until she was satisfied the garment was positioned properly. “This is why I’ve always urged you to wear proper foundation wear darling.”

“You’ll never get me into one of those, Mummy.” Lucinda laughed gesturing to the formidable garment that encased her fiancée.

“More comfortable Phillip?” she asked soothingly as she patted his cheek tenderly but his face, a mixture of alarm and shock, was far too troubled by the image reflected back at him and her question did not register.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, a maid entered and bobbed a curtsy before addressing Lucinda’s mother.

“Excuse me Madam, the…”she begun but stopped mid sentence, her eyes drawn to the girdled figure in front of the mirror.

“Yes Ellen.”Lucinda’s mother snapped impatiently at the distracted maid “What is it?”

“The ladies…”the maid continued her eyes darting between her mistress and Phillip who was still staring into the mirror and appeared completely unaware of her presence. “The ladies arrived earlier and are anxious to see you.”

“Oh dear! With poor Phillip’s unfortunate situation I had forgotten completely about the girls arriving today.” she said. “We had something planned.”

“The ladies are becoming… a little… restless Madam.” Ellen said diplomatically her gaze turning back to Phillip.

Suddenly the low sound of chattering voices from the direction of the stairs filled the room.

“The girls will be here in a minute.” she said.

The words lit up in his brain like a neon sign.

The girls he repeated and suddenly as if a switch had been thrown he emerged from his trance like state and instantly became aware of his tightly restricted body gasping in horror at the reflection in the mirror.

“We can’t allow them to see Phillip in his new foundations.” Lucinda said “and his clothes are not in this room.”

“Oh the girls won’t mind.” her mother said calmly much to his consternation “But I see what you mean.

“Perhaps one of your slips Madam.” Ellen suggested.

“An excellent idea, Ellen.” Lucinda’s mother said. “It will make him feel less embarrassed.”

As the cackle of female voices grew louder Ellen returned with a red satin slip edged with black lace.

“Please raise your arms Miss Phillipa” Ellen said as Lucinda and her mother looked at each other with quizzical looks on their faces which quickly turned into broad smiles

The maid became embarrassed and blurted an apology.

“Oh I’m sorry Madam, it’s just that…”

“Quite understandable Ellen.” Lucinda’s mother replied “We are all a bit confused. Phillipa, yes I like that, I have an aunt Phillipa a most elegant lady.””

Lucinda laughed lightly and taking Phillip’s arm looked at him with a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure Miss Phillipa doesn’t mind. Do you darling.”

Of course he was highly insulted but considering his vulnerable position now was not the time to admonish the girl.

“No of course not.” he lied and smiled weakly.

“That’s a good girl… Philippa” Lucinda said breezily and much to his irritation but he restrained his impulse to chide her.

“Phillip darling, unless you wish the girls to see you in your girdle and brassiere,” Lucinda’s mother said “I strongly suggest you allow Ellen to proceed.”

The voices were now just outside the door, his brain was in turmoil and could feel the panic rising inside.

“It really would be more dignified if you wore a slip but it’s up to you.” Lucinda said.

A quick glance in the mirror was enough to confirm his fiancée’s opinion and his arms shot up. The maid slid the shoulder straps over his raised arms and gently drew the satin material over his bosom and down his smooth girdled body. She quickly settled the lace hem just over his knees and arranged the slip’s cups over his brassiere just as the door opened. 

“Julia, darling.” The first through the door gushed in a plumy tone acknowledging Lucinda’s mother as the room suddenly filled up with the unique burbling cacophony of several female voices, all competing for each other’s attention.

As luck would have it Lucinda and her mother had moved to the other side of the room and the unwelcome interlopers were so deeply involved in exchanging kisses with Lucinda and her mother as well as continuing their separate and mutual conversations they appeared not to notice him. Observing his obvious discomfort Ellen moved in front of him and he gratefully accepted her shelter.

“Thank you Ellen.” he whispered.

“Don’t worry Miss Phillipa.” she replied in a barely audible voice, repeating her earlier insult but he was so frightened the offence barely registered. “The ladies rarely look in a servant’s direction unless they require something. In a moment or two you may be able to sneak out.”

By this stage the women were gathered in a group around Lucinda and her mother and from his semi concealed position he could clearly hear every word.

“Where is that darling fiancée of yours Lucinda?” a woman in a lilac pants suit gushed and this elicited further excitement from the party.

“We looked everywhere, the Blue drawing, the library, …” another lady added.

“The south terrace and the gardens…”a woman in a pink outfit contributed to the list of locations searched.

“We even tried the pool…” yet another interjected.

“Don’t forget the sauna and steam room.” a lady dressed in black said which brought loud and unseemly raucous laughter from all concerned and to Phillip’s surprise including Lucinda.

Whatever will the girls think if they see me like this? the thought screamed like a jet engine inside his head completely unaware just how effeminate the sentence sounded. He desperately wanted to run but fear had immobilised him and he stood mannequin like behind Ellen. They are so used to seeing me in a manly way at the spa, after all I yelped only that one time when we all had our legs waxed at the spa, and last week when some of us had our eyebrows plucked, Wendy and Margaret howled whereas I barely flinched.

“Anyway darling.” The women in the lilac pants suits said to Lucinda “We decided to surprise you and take you and your mother for some lunch and a little shopping after all you do have a wedding in the next few months. We were hoping Phillip would accompany us, to give a male perspective.”

There was a chorus of agreement from the group and to Philip’s horror one of them suddenly became aware of the two figures edging towards the door.

“Julia. Who is that?” another of the group said in a surprised voice as her eye caught Emma and Phillip who, startled by their exposure, had come to an abrupt stop.

Everyone turned in the direction of the two figures now mere inches from making their escape.

“Move away girl.” one of the matrons said in a sharp voice and as Emma slowly inched away the young man was revealed to the full gaze of the women.

The chattering stopped quite suddenly and a strange silence engulfed the room as every pair of eyes descended on him, their faces arranged into quizzical looks as they surveyed the figure clad only in lingerie. As the women slowly advanced his brain was telling him to flee but his legs rooted firmly to the floor were unable to comply.

“Is….that Phillip?” the nearest woman to him asked hesitantly.

“Surely not.” her friend doubted as she too moved a little closer.

A low whimper left his mouth as the group were now upon him.

“Oh…my.” another said “I believe it is.”

An excited babbling rose up from their ranks as his identity was confirmed beyond doubt.

“Are those real?” one of them asked as she reached out and felt his right breast causing him to recoil from her touch.

“Yes ladies quite real.” Lucinda’s mother replied.

“He looks so…”another said and still amazed at his appearance did not finish the sentence.

“So wonderfully feminine.” her friend completed it for her.

“Julia…what…how…?” all the voices jabbering at once seemed to merge into one.

Phillip who by now had begun sobbing was being consoled by the women as Lucinda’s mother recounted the unfortunate events that led to his present predicament. He scarcely heard a word as the women took turns in embracing him each holding him tightly to their ample bosoms. Although greatly reassured by their concern and kind ministrations he was nonetheless slightly unnerved by their hands lifting his slip and examining his beasts and tightly constricted buttocks. Naturally the ladies took more than a passing interest in that special region between his legs and Lucinda, of all people, proud of the method of concealment she had used drew their attention to how smooth the area was. Heaping humiliation upon humiliation, more than one hand availed of her mother’s invitation to inspect the zone. Some remarks about the absence of any visible sign of his manhood did cause more tears but once again he was comforted and assured that despite the appearance of a generous bosom and a noticeable lack of a masculine appendage the girls still considered him quite manly.

As he composed himself he saw Lucinda glancing at the clock and became a little agitated.

“Ladies I am so sorry I did not realise the time.” she said as she kissed her mother “I have a hairdresser appointment at Sassoon’s in an hour and I can’t cancel again,  I’m sure you understand.”

They all nodded supportively as she moved to Phillip kissed him on the lips.

“Now promise me, you will be a good boy for the girls Phillip.” she smiled, her right hand discretely falling to his left breast and gently squeezing it she bent forward and whispered in his ear “The three of us can snuggle up on the sofa tonight and you can tell me all about it.”

“I…but…it’s…”he tried to raise an objection but she had already moved to the door, his attempt to follow her was immediately cut off as the women moved between them.

“That’s such a shame Lucinda.” the lady in the lilac pants suit sighed taking a firm hold of Philip’s hand “We were hoping to visit various bridal boutiques to view some gowns and perhaps even persuade you to try on some.”

“Yes that is a shame.” Lucinda said smiling yet without much conviction. “But I’m sure you’ll think of something. Now I really must fly. Do take good care of him ladies.” Lucinda said as she opened the door.

“Oh we always do.” her mother said to a chorus of excited agreement from the ladies. “Isn’t that right girls?”

As the door closed and the ladies turned to look at him he instinctively knew his constricting girdle wasn’t the only reason for the tightness in his stomach.