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GITJ Post 394: Cat n Mouse, p5

Melissa had been fucking her boss, standing with legs spread by the sliding glass doors of the great room in her mother’s house, holding his limp, 79 pound body by nothing but his cock. Using her internal muscles to keep him suspended up above the ground she’d made him come with her, in spades. Dr J had utterly exhausted himself and was now lying limply in her arms.

The dining room table lay halfway across the room. In its path through the air to where it now rested, it had broken her mom’s favorite Iranian vase. And some hanging lamps, a curio table. And the wall.

She'd thrown the massive, nearly thousand-pound table like it was a child’s toy.

But now, as she held him tenderly, stretched across her strong arms like a babe, the devastation on the other side of the room went unacknowledged. She cradled him. Her muscles still dominated him, cocooning him in her power and post-workout bulk, but, in the pleasant afterglow, they had already begun to soften. Her more womanly curves returning.

Her voice - lovely in its own way - hummed to him, relaxing him as she swayed him back and forth. She watched as his eyes started to flutter, and, without a thought, she released some pheromones to help keep him awake for her, at least for a little while. I wanna snuggle.

Some 0001.55.6677.xc, a dash of 0001.55.6009.xx and, haha why not, a little 0001.55.6344.gf as well.

”y-you’re not getting tired?” he asked, pulled up against her, bare but not shivering, warmed by her likewise naked body. He’d been exhausted, but now he just felt…relaxed. Unsuprisingly, aAfter only a few minutes past his last climax, he was starting to become aroused again, aided by the indulgences of her body and fully exposed to her bare skin and firm nipples against his side. All strength, whatever meager amount there’d been, began to leave him and he slumped entirely in her embrace.

Tired? Me? That doesn’t happen anymore. Melissa giggled. ”No, I could do this all night.” She giggled again, and brought her nose down to nuzzle his. “Oh my god you’re so cute,” she mused, “so cute.”

She had begun to notice - now that their lovemaking was over, and that her mania had mostly faded - a strange tingling inside herself. Familiar, but more intense than she’d felt in the past. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, if she closed her eyes and let herself bask in it for a moment…it was delicious. She knew it, she’d known this before. Someone, somewhere was jerking off to her. And not just someone…but lots of someones. She’d gotten this feeling many times, whenever she put up a new Instagram post. It was funny to her. Like clockwork, a new photo could bring about the tingles. She didn’t really know what they meant, but it kind of amused her to feel the devotion of all of her little followers doing whatever it was they were doing to themselves. But now, wow. This was a lot. What was going on? What could be bringing it o-

Oh, wait haha. I think I know. Tonight was the night of-

Melissa was brought back from her reverie by Jay's adorably timid voice. He’d begun stroking her big arm, her right one, her bicep, and he could no longer hold back his praise.

”I…I can’t believe how big you are,” he said dreamily. The awe and wonderment in his words? Poetry to her.

”haha yeah,” she replied. Despite the pride she felt, an uncharacteristic, almost demure modesty warmed her response. “And it’s all for you, sweetie. All for you.”

He flushed. Her attentions were strong, overwhelming at times. He’d never had a woman this into him before. With anyone else, it might have been scary. Well, sometimes it was scary. He’d heard the stories of the crazy girlfriends, and having one that could bench press a car could be understandably troubling. Melissa, though, was just so…beautiful. Maybe too beautiful. It made it hard to let these anxieties scare away his feelings for her, like she was worth ignoring all the red flags in the world. She just kinda made it hard to think straight sometimes. Was he blinded by his feelings? Perhaps, yes - but ignorance is bliss, right? And in moments like these the worries just seemed so unimportant.

A crash, as something toppled in the mess across the room. A plume of plaster dust blossomed into the air. It fazed neither of them. They were lost in this private, tender moment.

Juices, his and hers, still dripped out from between her thighs. Her mighty leg muscles flexed as she lazily walked them both around the room, away from the destruction. She was getting antsy again; he was growing. His member’s tumescence was starting to return and she was having a little trouble ignoring it.

Give the poor boy a minute, Missy!

“So, you train every day?” he asked, recalling her trip to the basement earlier this evening as he continued stroking her hyper developed bicep. He’d never, ever been with someone so…physically incredible. So powerfully strong. Compared to his own body, hers was titanic.

“Pffft me downstairs, tonight?” she scoffed, playfully, “That wasn’t ‘training’. That was me just trying to, I dunno, work off some anxiety. I haven’t really trained in a long time.”

Jay cocked an eyebrow. That was a little confusing to him. “What do you do when you go to the gym? You and the girls are members of that one down the road, right? You don't work out?”

“The gym? Oh, haha, well that’s more like entertainment,” she answered, appreciating his interest in her and her routines, “I don’t go there that often really. I go to Evolution more. They have…bigger weights.”

“You mean the headquarters? Evolution?” he probed. He felt, here in this moment, an openness between them. Maybe he could, like, unearth a little more about her, or at least find out some about her connection to the pharmaceutical company that was bankrolling the study and, well, everything out about the practice. “You train there?”

“Yes. Well, it’s more like a check-up than training, really,” she said. She was being refreshingly a bit more honest with him, but she was still watching her words, “The doctors want to keep track of my abilities. Track how much I can, like, lift. And other things.I don't really do it a lot, but it does help me get stronger, I think.”

His heart skipped a beat, with a feeling he didn’t recognize. What are these…’other things’? “C-can I ask…what exactly is happening to you?”

Oh, god. I want to tell him so bad, she groaned, silently, He deserves it, he really deserves to know. She struggled to control her breathing and heartbeat, knowing he’d be able to feel it all through her chest. She was excited not only at the prospect of telling him everything, but showing him everything. He’d only, really, had a small sampling of what she could do. If she were to tell him what she was, show him her new talents and gifts, and explain to him what she was becoming…well, just the look on his face would be priceless. As she considered it her legs, and the area in-between them, started to warm.

I have to give him a little.

“Well,” she began, “I’m not like other girls…”

“That, I know…” he chuckled, stroking her arm, glancing at the enormous breasts squashed up against his body.

She laughed too, soaking in the appreciation he had for her figure. “Yeah, but I’m, like, really not like other girls,” she started again, looking down on him, feeling the love she had for him unlocking doors, opening windows. She was glad there weren’t any cameras here, in her mother’s house (there weren’t, were there?), because she knew there would be people who wouldn’t appreciate her, uh, candor. “I’m - and this is gonna sound stupid - kinda special. Ever since I was a little girl. I’m made different. They’ve known it, my mom at least always has...”

“S-special?” he blinked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, like…things come easy for me,” she continued, “My body is able to, uh, adapt. Really, really quickly, to things I need it to do. They call it - and, uggh, sorry, I don’t always get this right - ‘Reactive Self Adapt-station’”

“‘Adaptation’?” he spoke, correcting what he thought was-

“Yes! ‘Adaptation’! That’s it, ‘Reactive Self Adaptation’, that’s what I can do.”

The furrow in his brow was sooo cute. He was mulling it over, trying to figure it out. He was so smart, he’d for sure know what it meant.

“So, like, what?” he asked, “If you need to get stronger, you get…”

“Like, really strong. Really fast.” Her response came quickly.

“And if you need to get taller, you get-”

“Yeah, REALLY tall,” she finished, “yeah, that’s why they think I’m growing, now, shooting up.” He’s getting it!

“And, uh, wh-why do you need to be, like, really tall, and…?”

“And strong? Because you like it,” she answered, plain as day, “I started getting tall, I started growing my huge boobs even huger first because it helped me get this job, and then, well…because I liked you. And it was obvious you liked them. You liked big boobs and you liked…tall girls.”

<gulp> Jay felt exposed, not just from being stark naked.

“And if I was going to get your attention, make you my boyfriend, well…”

She pushed her chest into him.

“...these helped. And so does the hair, and the legs and the butt and all…this.”

He flushed with embarrassment, but - she noticed haha - he didn’t deny a single word. When he did finally speak, it was apologetic. “S-s-sorry…” he stammered, with his head down as if he was asking forgiveness for the entire male race.

Good.

“Oh don’t be sorry you can’t help it,” she giggled. The precious little nervousness in his voice, his embarrassed expression was beginning to get to her. She was starting to feel naughty again. More and more tingles, throughout all this, had also been coming. They all like it, they like what they’re seeing apparently, all the little gobs.

Melissa turned her attention back on Jay with new intent. “So, you like when I use my…abilities on you? My…’woman’s charms’?” she asked, her voice once again growing husky as she made sure to push her bust firmly into him.

Jay hesitated, but only for a moment before his honesty took over. ”Y-y-yes,” he answered.

He had no reason, she knew, to deny his attraction to her. She liked that he seemed fascinated, too, with what made her special. She was glad she’d opened up to him a bit, and told him what she could, for now. She was hoping that - with a little time - she could get him to go beyond just a sense of fascination, and he’d come to her with some of the same feelings that her little men down in the basement were growing. Nnnnngghhh oh god, Missssy, stopppp….

That could be for later, later, later. For now…

“What do you like best? My stompy feet? My Big Bossy voice?” she asked playfully, “Besides my boobs, of course. They’re my biggest superpower.”

He flushed..

“Seriously, what do you want me to use on you?” I’m not going to tell him I’m starting to be able to read his mind, she decided, That’ll freak him out haha. “You have an almost full-blown supergirl here…”

This time, he didn’t hesitate for long. ” Will you please…kiss me again?” he asked, his voice and eyes and face tremulous, “Like you did before?”

“When I…sucked all the air out of you” she asked, cocking her head in curiosity. That's a surprise. “Is that what you want me to do again?”

”Yeah, well, more like…” His chest trembled. “wh-when you, uh…when you breathed for me.”

Oh god, that made her shudder. ”omigod okay.”

The feeling of her lips, suddenly on his, was sublime. She’d gathered him up towards herself, brought him in for a kiss as she held him in her arms, and then put her mouth on his. Her lips, so much bigger than his, easily wrapped around his mouth, and her tongue found unchecked access into it. He’d opened for her, he wanted her in there, and his surrender made her groan. And so she kissed him, forcing herself in deep and causing him to tense up and shiver in her arms before immediately melting again in her embrace. Their tongues slid against one another, hers pushing his back and forth, up onto his palate or down into the floor of his jaw. They played, but it was clear in their kiss who wore the pants, who was in charge. She dominated him. She’d pushed herself in hard enough so that the side of her mouth pushed up against his nose, and with just a little adjustment she now had it blocked completely.

He began to tremble, anticipating that feeling again. It wasn’t just his lips or mouth or even his whole face that were made to vibrate but the sensation radiated throughout his whole body, from head-to-toe. He quickly couldn’t breathe, and yet in that sensation, in that terrifying vulnerability, he began to feel pleasure. He felt his limbs losing their strength, and if his hands hadn’t once again found sanctuary on her breasts they might have fallen limply to his side. The pleasure from the kiss was so intense that he didn’t notice himself beginning to sweat as his body sought oxygen. Even the pain and burning from his lungs was muted, overwhelmed by the rapture of the moment until it began to build, and build, and build. He thought to pull away, when his peripheral vision began to flicker with stars, but then he felt something sweet and powerful flow into him.

Oxygen, suddenly, was being pushed into his lungs and surged throughout his body. It revitalized him, freed him from the pain, and filled him with life. His vision began to clear and the pins and needles in his fingers and toes disappeared. His fear abated, and a new fear replaced it: the thought that the kiss might end. But it didn’t.

Melissa waited for his body to start to recover, her mouth still clamped over his. Though she didn’t fully understand how it all worked, she knew his body needed time, a moment. She was letting his blood take in the oxygen she’d given him from her lungs and replace it with carbon dioxide. She could sense when she needed to draw it out, and once again, she drew his breath from him, taking it into her own lungs. She felt the air inside her chest changing. What her body was doing with the carbon she wasn’t certain, but it didn’t worry her. In fact, she fought back a smile as she waited for her partner to be ready, so she could breathe into him once again.

He squirmed. Just the feeling of this new air of hers flowing into him was like taking her inside himself. He was letting her in, letting her become part of him. When he breathed out again, she let him wait, wait, wait, letting him know that it was on her accord, that it was by her mercy that he was able to breathe. She breathed into him again, with air sweeter and richer than anywhere on earth, and she felt his body shudder again in delight. He opened his body for her, and she went in, and out. Air in, and air out. In, and out. Huge lungfuls into him, and then huge lungfuls out.

She was fucking him with her lungs, and it was making her so wet.

How long had they maintained the kiss? He didn’t know but when her lips finally left every part of him tingled, and not for lack of air. Rather, quite the opposite. He didn’t need to draw deep breaths, he felt as if he barely needed to breathe at all. She’d given him what he needed. She’d super-saturated his cells with something better than the earth’s air.

He wasn’t certain what to say; he wasn't certain he could speak.. He looked up at her, to her lips, and found them parted into a warm, brilliant smile.

“See, sweetie? I can breathe better for you than you can for yourself,” she said.

He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to collapse, submit himself entirely to her control. He wanted to tell her: ‘yes, please, let your lungs breathe for me. Let your heart beat for me. Do everything for me. Take away all my problems, fill me back up with yourself.’

She felt his longings, but knew that him submitting to them would take strength, strength she knew that he didn’t have. He wasn’t strong enough yet to shed everything he’d known, everything he’d been taught, everything he’d become through his however-old-he-was years on this earth. He would, though, allow himself to be taken along for the ride and maybe, along the way, she could help him find that strength.

“Jay, baby, honey,” she began, her own eyes welling up with the love she had, “you’ve taught me a lot, so much. I was always told, always taught that boys, guys, men were…weak. My mother made me see men as, like…less than human, more like objects. She told me that only women had the strength needed to…to…”

He knew what she wanted to say. Her words were failing her but it was the mantra that - unspoken as it may be - was permeating everything, changing society. She wanted to say that it was only women, superior women, who had the strength to rule the world. But, strangely, in that moment it made her feel bad, like she’d be gloating. Hadn’t he been through enough? Didn’t he deserve a little tender ignorance?

But they both knew it was fucking true. No one really needed to say it. Women were in charge.

“But I love you. I love you more than I could ever love a thing, an object, or, like, a pet,” she finally spoke, “You’ve shown me…so much. You’re so much more than my mother ever told me a man could be. And we’re perfect together.” She watched his face, read every twitch and tingle of his thoughts and emotions. “We belong together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Except you’re a small piece and I’m the…” She stopped, paused, giggled. “I’m the really big piece. And you just…fit. Right into me.”

“Oh, my god, Melissa,” he quavered, gathering something.

”Yes, sweetie?” She cocked her head, unsure of what he was going to say. Was he going to lash out?

“I l-love you so much,” he said.

Her heart, she felt, might burst from her chest. “Oh my god honey I love you too.” She was sure he could hear her mighty heart beat, that he could feel it quake his bones. It was a behemoth, bigger she felt than anything else about her and its thunder, now, would shake the earth.

It was time. She needed to ask him. She drew a deep breath.

“Jay, sweetie, you’ve started to see all these things my body can do. But will you…” she began, looking right into his eyes, “let me…do things to you? So I can…protect you better?”

He paused, taken aback. “w-what do you mean - ‘do things to me’?” he asked, tremulously, “Wh-what are you asking?”

She knew she needed to be gentle, careful. She could force it, but it wouldn’t feel right. It would only be right, really right, if he asked for it himself. She continued on.

“Like, you’ve seen it,” she began, “Like I’ve told you. I’ve been working on myself, changing, growing, so I can be a better office manager. So I can be a better girlfriend, a better protector for you. I’ve been doing it all for you.”

She knew he was confused. He didn't know what to think. It all maybe still sounded cryptic, and she maybe sounded crazy, but she needed to ask him this. “I’ve been working on myself, a lot. But…will you let me work on you, too? So I can do what's best for you?”

“Uhhh…”

She could tell he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of that. “Maybe that sounded a little bossy haha,” she giggled, “But…I am the boss, right?”

“Ummm…”

“C’mon…” she urged playfully, “You know I can make you a better man.”

He paused, not wanting to disappoint her or deny her something she really wanted to do, but he also didn’t want to commit to something when he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what she was asking. “You mean like…self-improvement?”

“Sure yeah kinda sorta,” she giggled, “I can help make it so we can have more fun? Do more of what you like?”

“Like..?”

“Like, well….kinda like this-”

Suddenly, a huge wave of pheromones exploded from her bare flesh and skin and - just as suddenly, with one breath - he was hard. Beyond hard, he was quivering again. She’d not only taken control of his body and caused him to become piercingly aroused, erect as a pole, but she’d forced her will into his mind and regressed him back to something so much simpler. His thoughts were slowed, and his brain was made deliriously foggy. All within the course of about five seconds she had him immediately swimming in a warm sea of pleasurable feelings and - above all - they’re all totally centered on me.

“You like?” she asked, with a crooked smile. He looked like a blissed-out child, and it made her so happy.

“Oh my god yes Melissa please,” he replied, eyes glazed over in his adoration of her and cock a throbbing, iron monument to her beauty, “Do whatever you want to me.”

She giggled, feeling herself becoming giddy at the thought. Yes, he was drunk on her perfumes but they were only getting him to express what he truly felt. With all that stress and anxiety washed away, and with his mind clear of any big, complicated thoughts, this was who he truly was. So, she didn’t really feel bad, she was just helping him find himself. “Whatever I want?”

“w-w-whatever you want.”

She giggled again. “Okay honey, then get ready to become the perfect boyfriend.” She could do it, she knew she could do it, start reshaping things the way she wanted, and she could start right here. She was gaining more control over how things were changing. Her thoughts, and her manifestations these days, had been becoming powerful. She could make him into the perfect boyfriend, and at the same time make herself into the perfect girlfriend…and maybe much, much more. She could change them both, she could change herself into what she’d truly always wanted to be. And she could make him love it.

So exciting!!!

“Okay okay, sweetie,” she began, taking a moment to tuck a lock of her long, thick hair behind her ear. I love how I can cradle him with one arm. “If we’re going to do this, if you’re going to let me do this for us, you’re going to need to start thinking about me a little differently.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Well, I could tell you a little about the guys in the basement.

“So, for starters, now that you know some of the…special things I can do, I need you to acknowledge them, and acknowledge me. I need you to accept that I can do things that other people can’t. I do them all for you, but you have to accept that I’m becoming something more than, like, human.”

He shivered, there in her arms. Yes, you’re incredible Melissa. His arousal had shot an electric shock throughout his bones. He said nothing, and she pressed on.

“I’m growing, I’m developing, I’m becoming something…greater than human. Something bigger, and stronger, and just…so much more,” she said, golden-green eyes glimmering as she looked down into him, “And you’re going to help me get even better.”

“what do y-you mean?” he asked again, in a voice as small and weak as he looked, but one that was now sparkling, crystallizing with a new understanding of purpose, “m-me? What can I do?”

“Oh honey it’s easy, it’ll be so easy. All I need you to do is wish. I want you to wish, I want you to imagine. I want your dreams to go wild. And I want them all focused on me.”

“okay..yes…o-“

NGGGH!!

Her hand had found his cock.

“Okay?” she asked, giving him a first, long, slow stroke.

“o-okay…” he agreed, eyes fluttering as he endured the pleasure.

“I…” she started again, “…can be so much more than your 'girlfriend'. I can be perfection, and I need your help with that.”

“okay…” he repeated reflexively, already losing himself in the ministrations of her slow, gentle hand. In the crook of her left arm, he luxuriated in pleasure.

She had continued to walk, slowly, around the house. They were now in the grand entry foyer.

“So, those guys? The ones we have living in the basement?”

“yes..?” he moaned, struggling to listen as she stroked his erection.

“They…they 'work' for us, they’re staying with us because they have nowhere else to go,” she explained, her voice soft and gentle as she continued her slow, lazy attentions on his cock, “but they're also learning something. They’re learning a new way to be, and they spend a lot of time, well…thinking. Thinking about me.”

“y-yes…” he repeated, agreeing as if he knew already.

“Thinking about me, writing about me, making up songs and poems about me,” she continued. <stroke…stroke…stroke> “Honey, sweetie, Jay…they’re making up prayers for me. Prayers, honey, prayers. They spend their nights, and days, all their free time praying. To me.”

“oh god Melissa…” he groaned. So lost in pleasure was he it was hard to say if he was responding to her words or to her hand.

“And, honey, these prayers, these poems and songs and all the ‘thinking’ about me…it makes me stronger,” she pushed, feeling the tingles still dancing through her skin. It wasn’t tingles coming just from the basement, though, or her old followers. These were mostly new tingles. Thousands of Channel 5 tingles. “And if I’m going to get really strong I need you to do this most of all.”

“oh god oh god oh Melissa yes.”

“That’s right, that’s good, honey. Say that again.”

“oh god Melissa.”

They had arrived in front of a wall of photos, one he’d been examining earlier. “What were you doing, when I was downstairs? Hmm? Snooping around, looking at my stuff? Looking at old pictures of me? Here let me help…”

With that, she shifted him in her arms so - cock still gripped firmly in her hand - he had a clear view of a framed photo, hanging on the wall. A scene on some exotic, faraway beach, Melissa as a teen.

“Here. Look at this picture of me, this picture of the girl bursting out of the bikini her mom bought for her and think, think, think. Can you do that?” She’d resumed stroking him again. “Can you think about her growing up, growing up taller, growing up big and strong? Growing up and becoming the woman you always wanted? Into the woman she always wanted to be? Making you into the man you always wanted to be?”

He felt as if he was shrinking already.

“Can you do that? Can you keep thinking about me, saying my name? Can you imagine me bigger and stronger and just so much more?”

“Yes, Melissa, god, yes.”

“That’s your new goal, that's your job, that's your passion. Make. Me. Bigger.”

“Melissa…god…Melissa…god…” She was so beautiful, even back then.

“Give it to me. Give it to me now, all you got. Make it your prayer. Make it your first little prayer to me.”

“Melissa, my god, Melissa”

“‘Goddess’ honey, the proper word is ‘goddess’”

“My goddess Melissa,” he finally spoke, his eyes plastered on the photo of the smiling young teen in the bikini on the beach as he came.

“That’s right, good boy…come, come for me,” she chanted, “Look at that picture and come for me. Make that girl into a goddess...”

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Growing into the Job, Post 393: Cat n Mouse, p4 (Bliss Interlude)

Lakshmi Vallurupalli had been on her bed, half undressed and posting to her new GirlToob account when the bliss came.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my goddddd,” she moaned, rolling over onto her tummy and humping her big hips onto a pillow as the feeling overtook her. Her eyes rolled back up into her head, her mouth gaped. She, Mommy, Melissa, must be with him, she thought, must be taking him and this is a - oooooh!!!! - a big one.

Her big hips shook, the flesh of her mountains quaked and rolled as she smashed the pillow into the mattress again and again and again - unhh unhh unhh - like she was fucking it. She felt the growth as a warm wave of pleasure, and the connection she had with her friends suddenly lit her being and crackled through her. The swelling was centered in her ass and her big fleshy thighs, and with another groan she planted her face into the mattress, raised her hips up into the air and felt the need like it was the need for oxygen. She wished he was there, grabbing her from behind and inside her. She imagined she could almost feel him there, but what she was feeling was actually his absence, the ghost of him holding on to her bottom for dear life, dumbfounded by the new size of - nnnngh! - her hips and ass and legs as he entered, slammed his brittle little hips into her massive ones over and over again. She was so much now, I am so much now, she lamented, fighting back the urge to use her new ability and become a ton, and break the bed in the process. and I need to - nnngh omigod - dwarf him.

Lakshmi had watched her mother, at the dinner table tonight, launch into a verbal assault on her father. He had belittled her cooking, a thoughtless aside, and she’d struck back in spades, with sound and fury. Never, never before would her mother have been able to do that, a traditionally demure, reticent housewife. But women were growing - nnngh! Oh my god!! - stronger now. Soon they would - oh, oh, oh! - be growing bigger. Men like her father would no longer rule the house. The Rise of Wives - holy shit, yes! - was upon them, and as she felt herself become heavier and denser her smile grew and grew and grew. The bedsprings were groaning beneath her. She was huge. She was Kiki. She was ready to - haha omg - make love to the world.

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Growing into the Job, Post 392: Cat n Mouse, p3

Melissa Monroe's chest was heaving with the excitement - certainly not the exertion - of fighting the struggles of her boyfriend’s much weaker body. With just one hand she had pinned him to the kitchen counter like it was child’s play. He’s such a weakling.“I’m way stronger than you, Jay. Way stronger,” she said, “But you like it that way, don’t you?”

“Oh, god, please, Melissa,” he moaned, still trying his hardest to move her arm just a fraction of an inch. She had him pressed to the granite, his shirt was off, and it felt cold against his bare skin. She’d just ripped his pants to shreds as well, and had thrown them aside as debris. Her arm felt like iron as it held him down. He started hitting it with his forearm, allowing them both to see just how much smaller his forearm was compared to hers as they banged against one another. After a few hits he gave up; she was as immovable as the granite below him. He was doing nothing but hurting his own arm.

Melissa chuckled. “Do you really think you have any chance of getting away from me?” she asked, “Did you really forget, or do you just like being reminded how big I am, and how tiny and weak you are?” She cocked her head in earnest curiosity. Though it was like she could look inside his skull, his eyes said everything. He fucking loved this. “Yeah I thought so. You like being reminded of it. You like being told who you depend on, of who’s in charge. You like being put in your place.”

He likes this? He likes seeing me powerful? Oh god I’m going to- NNNGH!

As Melissa spoke her voice had steadily increased in power and weight until it felt as if her very words were trying to crush him. He had turned away and closed his eyes and god help him he was still able to feel the sonic waves of her voice rippling his cheek. The tiny rodent inside him told him to remain silent and wait for the massive woman above him to calm down. Women loved this idea, now, the fantasy of a smaller, weaker, more submissive male partner and he didn’t want to risk exciting her more than he already had. He knew she loved him, but, with her body and in this state of mind, she could hurt him so easily.

Melissa, in the meantime, had taken a moment to admire the enormous, straining erection that tented his boxers and pushed half its length up past his waistband and towards his chest. Her eyes glazed over for several seconds as she smiled and imagined it inside her mouth, between her tits, sliding up into her. God she wanted it, she wanted him. She wanted him filling her womb, and she never wanted to let him out.

With barely a thought the boxers were gone as well, torn away like tissue paper, leaving him naked and exposed.

He squealed, like a little mouse, and his eyes shot open. For a moment their gazes met. Then, slowly, his fell away as he looked down at himself.

She had him naked. He was shivering on the cold stone, nothing between him and the unforgiving granite. She knew he needed her for warmth. She could've just hugged him, but she wanted to start to push his boundaries even further. Their world - the whole world in fact - was becoming like this now, and he needed to learn. It could be cold, and he was going to need her. The world wouldn’t always be so soft and cuddly.

“So, I’ve spent the last hour getting all pumped up for you,” Melissa said, her voice low and soft, “What do you think? Do you like me at this size?” For effect, she flexed the framework of her upper body, swelling her musculature with even more blood and strength and watched as his eyes goggled again. God I love being big.

“Y-yes…I…I do,” he replied, nodding, acquiescent. Though she was so close he hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to look up at her. He felt like if he did, he wouldn't be able to speak.

Peering down at him, she sensed his predicament. She knew how captivated he was. And that’s okay honey. Stay speechless. As long as he appreciated what she was becoming. She needed him to see.

“Look at me, Jay, look up at me,” she propounded, watching as timidly his gaze stutter-stepped its way up her hyperdeveloped torso. “You’ve never seen me quite like this before, have you?” she continued, allowing him some more time to drink in the overwhelming reality of her body, how incredibly muscular she’d become.

“N-no…not like this,” he breathed. He barely even knew how he was making noises now – his throat was bone-dry, his mind in chaos. “Melissa…y-you’re huge.”

“Yes.” Yes I am. She needed to show him just how superior she was, in every possible way. She had the figure of a swimsuit supermodel, breasts that could feed a village, and the strength of twenty bodybuilders. Her cheeks were already flushing with excitement as she began to understand the absolute control she had over this man. It was just so intoxicating, using her phenomenal power to do whatever she wanted to him.

His cock sprang, twitched, bobbed in the air between them, waving with its own florid, tumescent brawn. Thick veins ran down its sides, the testicles at its base swollen and tender, near pulsing.

He needs my attention. “I know you fantasize about powerful women, but I’m just getting started honey,” she said, dreamily entranced by the sight in front of her as she reached out and took his shaft into hand. She watched him groan, she saw how his eyes fluttered and his mind went to a different place. His whole body went immediately tense under the touch of her hand. “Shhhshhh shhh….I know you’re excited, honey, and it’s okay,” she purred, “Your wildest fantasies, everything you read in your comic books is going to look like nursery rhymes compared to what I'm going to be able to do."

“y-yes, oh my god Melissa yes…” he moaned, his eyes glazing over as he became lost in the fantasy.

“Get ready, honey,” she told him, reaching down to him. Without pause she took his right hand into hers, squeezing it lovingly before placing it onto the left side, of her muscled flank. She took his other hand, and gently did the same on her other side carefully securing his hands in place. “Go ahead, you can feel.”

Melissa watched as his hands, along with his rapt gaze, began tracing her waist. His hands slowly made it up to her flared ribcage. She saw his jaw drop open as his hands drifted to her lats; they were enormous, swollen thick, and far beyond a handful themselves. she loved that he could not stop marveling at the contrast of her soft skin and the muscle that visibly pulsed just beneath. Her torso had developed muscles that she wasn't even sure he could find anywhere on his own body. She let his small fingers explore and his fascination grow. His touches made her tingle.

"All of this," she sighed, flexing her massive frame again as she let him adore her, "this gigantic, powerful body, it's all for you. All of it. I started getting big to please you, and it’ll keep getting bigger and stronger to please you even more. I need to protect you. You're all that matters to me now.”

“Oh, god, M-Melissa,” he stammered, “g-god…”

It was not lost on her that his vocabulary had haha become very limited. In fact, he’d been calling on divinity like this - ‘oh god Melissa, oh god’ - when speaking to her quite a lot. That’s good, baby, she thought, thinking fondly for a moment of the men living in the office basement, that’s a good start. Give me what I need.

Jay let his hands fall, sliding down onto her hips, feeling how much bigger and wider she was than him, before gently tracing back higher along her sides. His excitement sent chills through his body as she stared at him, seemingly content to let him caress up her body right to her breasts. Melissa knew what he really wanted, she could read it in his eyes and see it even deeper inside him. But why rush him? He was just so timid though, these days, so maybe a little encouragement wouldn’t hurt.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch them too,” she whispered.

When he finally cupped his hands onto them, resting each palm upward under the heavy heft of her massive breasts, he felt a certain unmistakable urge as his cock went ready to explode. He grunted, and clamped his eyes shut.

“Shhhhh….” she cooed to him, “shhhh….relax honey, it’s okay. Try to keep it under control…”

Haha he needs some help. A small dose of pheromone 0001.55.6027.xv from her skin was enough to stop him from blowing, unbidden. He’s so excited, the poor thing. His touch was groped over her white athletic tank top, but the size and softness and weight of them were apparently just a bit too much for him. She’d need to help him control himself, if they wanted to continue to play.

“I know you like them, baby, they’re big just like the rest of me,” she purred, a trickle of pheromones pouring from her as she watched him swim in his adoration of her chest. His eyes were glued to her big tits. She knew she could use other perfumes; there were scents she could release from her body that would make him absolutely melt. They could fry his brain for her, make him even harder, more excited, more confused and submissive. He actually liked when she used them on him, she’d learned earlier today, this afternoon in her office. But she didn’t need them, not right now. This was all him, and her. This state she had him in was just natural, just like his intense fixation with her body. She loved that, and she loved him. Even if he was a little boob-monkey, a little boob-monkey that liked being drowned in perfume and always hoped for more haha..

Especially that, hahaha. I can give him more n more n more in fact…

“So, earlier today, back in my office,” she began, as his small hands tentatively explored the curves of her bosom, “I could tell you were picturing being…a lot smaller. Small enough to just hold onto me, be buried in me.” The touch of his hands was making her nipples hard, and when he passed palms over them she shuddered in delight, but was able to fight back the urge to just grab and take him then and there. Nnngh. “I want to get there, baby, get to a point where my body can be all around you, give you everything you need.”

“oh, jesus, Melissa, yesss…” Jay whined, barely aware of what he was saying.

Melissa smiled, her pulse picking up as she pictured it. “You know you're, like, a dream come true for a girl these days, right? You're so ultra-vulni, and totally dependent. And that's exactly what you want too, isn't it honey?”

“oh my g-god yes.”

“Okay, then, baby,” she said, “then wrap your arms around me - behind, yes, that’s right…“ She smiled as her naked little boyfriend did exactly what she said, what she needed: best he could, his arms wrapped around to her back. “Good boy. Now…hold on.”

Slowly, she began to stand lifting him along with her. She’d been leaning, bent at the waist over him on the counter, but now, as she began to straighten - and take him with her - the thin, meager man was lifted off the countertop, First just by his upper body, but as she took a step backwards his lower body came too.

His face was planted between her breasts a bit awkwardly, with the strong elastic of her white sports top plastered against his squashed right cheek. He was clinging to her with all his strength, but even at his reedy weight he was too weak. He would need help or else drop, slide down her. She felt his struggle.

It's time.

“Here, sweetie, let’s do this,” she said, reaching for the discarded white bra of hers, the one he’d been breathing through just minutes earlier. She took it and - using it like a belt, a harness - strapped it around them, around his bony torso and her thin, trim waist. Soon, with a <snap snap> of its hooks, the bra was lashing him to her, yoking them together. It felt so right having him strapped to her like they’d done together this past weekend, though he likely didn’t remember much. She, on the other hand, remembered it viscerally, and couldn’t wait to do it again. “There you go, baby, just tight enough,” she purred, looking down at his little head, squashed into her big breasts, “Is that better? Now you won’t have to hold yourself up.” And you can’t get away.

“yethhh…” he managed, his mouth and jaw plastered into her chest.

She giggled, seeing his plight. Oh the poor thing.

To help, she used one hand to pull him, head and shoulders, away from herself, while the other hand stretched out the elastic lower hem of her top, pulling it up and away from her. She gently pulled his head back in, nestled his face between her bare boobs, and released the top back into place with a satisfying <snap>.

“Haha now you really can’t get away!” she laughed, letting go with both her hands and smiling as her little boyfriend was now strapped to her completely by his torso and head to her waist and chest. His arms were still around her, but he’d barely need their strength to stay on. Their hips met, and his short legs dangled, with his feet quite a bit above the ground.

She began to walk with Jay, her boyfriend and boss, attached to her body. Unlike last time, she managed to hold back pheromones, many of them. She wanted him lucid, and she wanted him to remember tonight, every minute. Let’s burn this into that little brain.

“Do you feel that?” she asked, as she began to move them into the great room, “Do you feel how the ground shakes whenever I put my foot down? How it, like, trembles with every step I take?”

“mmmph..!” was all Jay could manage, nothing but a beleaguered little grunt. He’d been struggling, a bit, since she’d lashed his body to hers, and now that she started moving he was tensing up even more. Yes, the soft swell of her bosoms around his head was enrapturing, but the feeling of being so helpless, strapped immobile to a woman was beyond emasculating and wicked humiliating for him. Maybe even a bit scary.

She could tell how he felt. She liked the thrill of dominance it gave her, being able to walk about with him strapped to her, but she didn’t want him too nervous or frightened at this point. She wanted to show him what it could be like, what she could do for him. Above all, she wanted him to enjoy this.

He needs to get used to this. Maybe he just needs a little help.

”Honey, earlier today you asked for more of my perfume, when we were together,” she said, tenderly. Having him touching her, and now so tight against her like this, had seemed to calm her manic energy. “You need to relax. It can help, if I give you more. Would it be okay if..?”

He nodded, she felt it, his little head bobbing up and down vigorously between her big breasts.

He wants it, Oh what a good boyyy, …

“Okay baby, open wide and take a deep breath,” she instructed, releasing her perfume and blanketing him in a soup of comforting pheromones. 0001.55.6022.cd, if you must know. He needed just a little; she didn’t want to put him to sleep. She wanted him to remember this time.

She felt his little lungs swell as he drew in a big, rattling breath of her, and then immediately relax as he went limp against her chest. ”There we go,” she purred, “that’s better, right?”

From under her sports top, she heard him murmur, agree. It made her giggle, how much he liked her perfumes. “Oooo are you drooling in there baby haha?” And you sound like a little junkie. A Melissa junkie, I like that! I want you hooked even more.

She also liked how he felt - big, hard, throbbing for her - between her legs. He’d been pent up for a while. She’d given him a hand-fucking earlier this afternoon in her office, but her little man needed relief so often these days. And now they were in the perfect position for an honest-to-goodness real fuck.

Melissa, full of hormones, couldn’t wait another minute, either. Standing in the great room of her mother’s house, she peeled down the overwrought, overstretched leggings which had clung to her like a second skin, thinned by the massive swells of her quads and thighs, her hips and glutes. The curvaceous swells of her growing body had brought them near to bursting. Even with him attached, she was able to get them down low enough to step out of them, giggling, and kick them off and away. Fresh air felt nice against her bare skin, and it took no time at all for her to also drop her panties, long ago soaked through with her juices.

NNNGH!

Suddenly he was there, pressed against her, shaft-to-hip/thigh and with just a little noodging - one hand to his butt and another directing his rod - she was able to-

NNNNNGH!!!!

She gasped, and he groaned. “Oh god! Oh Jay yes yes yes that’s good..!” she breathed, shuddering as his nine-plus inches of erection entered her, slowly sliding up and in until it nearly hit her cervix. “That’s right, oh god yes that’s right,” she growled, the one hand on his rear pushing him in as deep as he could go.

Lights began to swim in front of her eyes, and certainly he was lost in the moment too. He was helpless there, strapped to her, with one of her hands around his butt and the other now hugging his head to her chest through her white athletic top. Pillowy flesh, and the scent of her - a mix of perfumes and perspiration - were all around him as was her silky smooth skin and warmth and strength. He felt like a symbiote, a remora attached to a magnificent great white, a passenger holding on for dear life and survival and at the same time suffocating in pleasure.

His instincts took over. Without even thinking he began to move, his hips thrusting - as best he could - into her. Little thrusts, little pumps, as much as his position and the tight fabric of her bra would allow. With each fragile thrust came a frail grunt as he used all his strength to push his hips into her, into her, sliding his shaft up and in, up and in, again and again and again. She was wet, and tight, and it was amazing. It was perfect.

“Ohhh Jay, yesssss…” Melissa purred, voice rumbling through her chest around him. She was using her left hand to direct him, forcing them into a constant rhythm, keeping him at the pace she wanted while letting him think he was doing the work. “You’re doing such a good job, such a good job baby,” she encouraged, though already she could feel his little body beginning to buckle. She would let him hump her for a little while like this, let the little monkey exhaust himself. He was pushing himself to his limits, while her own body, on the other hand, was only becoming more and more energized. Melissa could've held him like this for hours. Her libido, though, was an absolute powerhouse, and she knew she couldn’t keep back her passions for too long. She wanted him - needed him - to come inside her so bad, and give her his everything. Oh, the hormones!!

“Oh, Jay, yes yes yes…” she lauded, “you’re stuck to me, held to me, my little bug, my little man.”

“Oh my god Melissa you’re so big. So… big. So…big.” He said it again and again. It was becoming a mantra, in time with his thrusts. He was lost in the size of her body, the strength of her arms, the overwhelming amount of flesh and softness of her breasts. But yes he was getting tired. “So…big. So…big.”

Music, yes, it was music to her ears! What girl in this day and age wouldn’t love this? Having her tiny little boyfriend stuck to her like a mooch, rutting like a needy thing, praising her size and strength and telling her she’s-

“Beautiful,” he grunted, “You’re so beautiful.”

More music! He was saying everything she wanted, he was acting exactly like she needed. Strength, size, beauty? Sure - yes - keep telling me! Keep praising me!! But this was just the beginning. There could be so much more! There was so much more!

“Oh honey, oh Jay oh sweetie this is nothing,” she panted, roughly thrusting him by the hips, now, into her, allowing herself a quicker pace while being careful not to shatter his pelvis, “I want to keep getting bigger, keep growing, show off my body’s power to you.” His body responded just as she hoped: he shivered, he tensed: he wanted more. “Keep loving me and I’ll keep growing. Keep loving me and I’ll show you - nnngh, oh god, Jay! - I’ll show you everything I can do.”

Strapped to her, head cocooned in her top and wedged between her big breasts, manhood deep up inside her, he pictured it. He pictured her huge and mighty and terrible, raining a storm of her beauty and rage unto the world like a go-

“Oh, Jay, yes, yes,” she panted, their passion having opened his mind even wider for her, “You don’t have to just imagine it. Let big, strong Melissa show you…”

She needed this, he needed this.

She drew her hand away from his hips, she lowered the bra which lashed his torso to her down to his waist. She took his head out from the inside of her top, by now peeling the tight white fabric off herself and throwing it across the room. Jay's arms, long ago, had lost all strength. So, now bound to her just by her bra at the waist, with his erection deep inside her, she let go and watched as he flopped back, bending backwards at the hips. His arms dangled useless behind him and, wide-eyed, he gazed up at her. She towered above him, mighty and bare-breasted, a monolith.

“oh jesus christ Melissa…” he mumbled, humbled.

Melissa was huge. Her breasts were massive. Melissa was huge. Melissa was huge.

She was huge and she knew it. She laughed and smiled and placed her hands on her hips. His little body was suspended off of her and as she rose majestically over him, her shoulders back. Her colossal breasts thrust out, pointing towards the sky as her lats, once again flexing, spread out to form a cobra’s hood of brawn. Her lats, and the huge balls of muscle of her shoulders were so defined that they may as well have been carved from stone. Veins, which flowed in mighty rivers down her arms, were so prominent that they looked like they might burst. She took a deep, proud breath and then flexed her muscles even harder, causing the pyramid of her torso to grow even larger. She held the pose for a moment, delighting in the stunned, overwhelmed reaction of her little captive, and then released it, causing the cobra’s hood to slowly recede. Melissa smiled to herself, satisfied with the effect. They had been so long in the making, moments like this. “Hard work pays off, hm?” she asked him, “And I can tell you really like seeing me like this. I’m getting stronger and more muscular every day.”

“Y-you are so incredibly beautiful, Melissa,” he praised from where he hung, just the look on his face and tone of his raspy voice a tribute to her.

In silent approval, she slid her hands up from his abdomen, where it met hers, and to his chest. Her breasts were squeezed between her elbows in a pillowy bloom, a mind-numbing display of cleavage which brought out another desperate whimper from him. She gently gripped him by the shoulders, appreciating how bony and fragile they felt in her grip. She knew she could squeeze and shatter them, she could tear them from his scarecrow frame like he was made of straw, and when she looked in his eyes, she knew that he realized the same thing. He was totally and completely at her mercy, a weakling thing. But rather than drive him into a panic, or bring out Melissa's manic violence, moments like these brought them closer. They fell more in love with one another, here, the foundation of their trust dug deeper and deeper and deeper. She would not hurt him, or tear him asunder, but she just might love him to pieces!

She slid her hands up from his shoulders, slid them up, and cupped the eggshell of his skull. Tenderly her thumbs stroked his cheeks as he looked up at her adoringly, she looked down at his head as if it was a delicate treasure that she could so easily shatter in her palms. His bones, like gilt enamel or eggshell-thin ceramic wouldn’t last a second if she decided to squeeze. She was his hero, though, his protector. With her he was safe and secure. She would keep him from harm and out of danger. She would keep him warm and fed and loved. Her heart was beating, by now, so hard and fast and strong that she swore it might burst from her chest if she loved him any more. “Can you hear it baby? Can you hear my heart beating?”

jesus christ yes. “I…I think I can Melissa,” he stammered, amazed. That noise? That thrumping? Th-that’s her heart?!? The thrumming of it, the lub-dup of its valves and chambers, he could hear it clear as day. Her heart was a muscle as huge and thunderous as the rest of her. “my god…” How fucking powerful is this woman?!?

Really, Fucking, Powerful, Jay.

“You think you know how much I love you, Jay,” she said, her building exhilaration making her heartbeat even louder as she cradled his head, looking down into his awestruck face, “but now - can you hear that? - I love you so much my heart just can’t be contained.”

“ahhh- holy shit…holy shit…” he began to stammer, and shake, and immediately Melissa felt it. She needed to release more pheromones to keep him from releasing, spurting his little man juice right there, hanging from her, not even moving. She released more of 0001.55.6027.xv and clamped down on him with her vaginal muscles to keep him in nice and tight. He groaned, he crushed shut his eyes and gaped his mouth, letting out a long and needy whine. The pressure was unlike anything he’d felt before.

“Hold on, honey, hold on there…” she coaxed as she felt his iron rod of a cock straining inside her. As bulky and robust and meaty as he was, he was no match for the musculature of her inner walls. She kept it at bay, she kept it away, kept him looking right over the edge for now.

My heart can make him come, she thought to herself, even my heart can make him come.

Meliissa took a deep breath, giving Jay time to recover. After a quiet moment of watching him hang there broken and exhausted, he opened his eyes to once again look up at her.

“That’s right, that’s right Jay, just look at me,” she cooed, more in love with this man now than she’d been even just yesterday, just ten minutes ago, “You’re going to be okay. Just look at me.” She then brought her arms out to either side, and slowly tightened them up into another massive double biceps pose. Again her heart sang with his awestruck expression. “I love showing off for you so much, honey,” she purred.

“god I love it too…” he managed. He was bent, backwards at the waist, nearly an upside-down “U” and strapped to her at the hip, but somehow he felt no discomfort. Rather, the tight grip of her womanhood around him kept him in pure pleasure. “sh-show me more?” he peeped.

She laughed. Oh my god, this boy! “Show you more? Show you more?” she giggled, “You want to see this big, strong body rising up even higher over you, is that what you want?" Indulgently, she redoubled her pose and pumped even more size into her biceps, even more brawn into her shoulders, flared her enormous lats wider and wider still. "Is this what you want? Is this what were hoping to see?" she continued in a husky voice laughing again as all he could do was whimper like a baby at her display. “Or maybe you want a …closer view?”

With that Melissa leaned over and gathered his upper body into the cradle of her left arm. God he’s so exhausted, she could feel it in the limpness of his frame - but he’s so turned on. She brought him closer, raising him up a bit and lowered her right arm towards him. She presented her bicep, swollen far past the size of a grapefruit, to his tired eyes. His gaze went wide as he beheld the muscle up close. Her bicep, by god, was nearly the size of his head. He trembled as she brought it to his lips. She flexed it again, massively, making him look at it, making his eyes goggle at its throbbing might. Veins pulsed just below the surface. “Kiss it,” she said, “Kiss my big arm.”

He needed no more encouragement than that, immediately finding the strength in his own pipe-cleaners to reach around it and grab her upper arm, opening his mouth wide enough for a puckered, worshipful <KISS!> <kiss kiss kiss> <kiss kiss kiss!>.

“Haha!” she laughed, looking down in delight at her little boyfriend, so adulatory, a little muscle-worshipper anointing her with fealty. He liked muscles? She had plenty of those. “Omigod you’re too cute, baby,” she praised. It was gratifying, to see him so enamored, but she didn’t want to spoil him just yet.

And so, teasingly at first, she began to draw herself back up and away, pulling her bicep with her. Jay’s torso rose up with her, his hands clinging to her arm in desperation like a baby monkey. She laughed again, and used her free hand to peel him away before gently lowering him back down. “Shhhh, little man, shhhh….” she cooed, “you gotta let mama go for now.”

Once more he hung from her, quivering and shaking, looking up at her with those eyes. She could read those eyes like a book.

“More?” she smiled, massaging him indulgently with the walls of her vagina. He was still inside her, still hard, and moaning for her. “You want more?”

She looked around, glancing to her right, to her left as she surveyed the room. And then she glanced behind herself. She was standing, with him still strapped by her bra to her waist, at the head of the huge dining table of her mother’s. She regarded it, and smiled. It was long - able to seat upwards of fourteen people - and it was thick, a farmhouse piece made of an exotic, reclaimed wood. Its boards were slabs, its legs heavy posts. Stained to deep, rich tones. It was funny; such a huge, massively elegant thing, but her mother rarely entertained, as far as Melissa knew anyway. Sometimes some friends, or a few people from work. She certainly didn’t cook much.

Anyway…

Melissa took a moment to test the sturdiness of the table by giving it a nice hard <THUMP!> that echoed through the room. Okay yeah…this’ll do nicely.

Pushing aside the captain’s chair in her way, she pivoted at the hips so she could grab the table at its head. With one hand on each side, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection off the nearby sliding glass doors that led outside to the dark patio. The lighting inside gave her a perfect view of the two of them: Her and Jay strapped together. He looked the size of her child, but instead of snuggled up against his mother he was, down below, buried deep inside. Haha that’s awesome, look at the two of us. He should see this . No, haha he’s too busy looking up at me!

Anyway…

She turned her attention back to the table. Thankfully it was empty, not even a centerpiece, because if there was it’d sure to be a mess when she-

Wood groaned and Jay looked up in amazement.

“Oh my god..!” he exclaimed, watching as Melissa - with little effort, it seemed - lifted the table clear off the ground. Tilting it up, with merely the strength of her wrists, she then lifted the entire thing up with her as she returned to her full standing position. Braced feet on the floor, she slowly lifted it off the ground and up above her. Nearly a thousand pounds of Brazilian hardwood, and she now had it above her head, fully vertical. Luckily the ceilings of her mother’s great room were soaring, more than twenty feet, but she did have to be careful to pivot it around the hanging globe light.

She looked down at Jay and laughed - look at the amazement on his face! This was nothing, this was easy. She’d overhead-pressed weights four times as heavy as this in the labs at Evolution, but, haha, this probably looked pretty impressive to him. The table was twelve feet long, nearly a full tree's worth of wood, and she was holding it over her head with two - haha, no, wait, let’s try this - ONE hand.

One hand?!?!?!? SHE’S FUCKING HOLDING IT UP WITH ONE HAND?!?!?!?

Jay gawked, he gaped and goggled up at the breathtaking, hair-raising exhibition of her body’s capabilities, of the incredible strength she possessed in her incredible body. Also,the fact, that she stood so casually - while balancing and supporting the weight of the table along with his own, around her waist - freaked him out just as much as the feat itself. She seemed completely nonplussed, easily holding all this, looking like she could do so much more. This shouldn't even be physically possible! What the fucking hell?!?!?

“You seem surprised, honey,” she giggled, looking down at him and tenderly caressing his trembling face with the fingers of her free left hand, looking for all the world as if she wasn’t suspending nearly half a ton over her head, “Is something the matter?” omg this is too funnnnn

“MELISSA HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?’ he belched, and then convulsed in pleasure as her lower muscles constricted around his manhood.

“I’m doing this the same way I can do everything else…” she said, plainly, “...like a superwoman.”

There it is, there you have it, she thought. Now the cat’s out of the bag. Your girlfriend’s becoming a full-blown superhero, baby, and you’re along for the ride. You better hold on tight!

Hold on tight.

Hold…on…tight.

That gives me an idea.

Still holding the massive table above her head, still bare-breasted and beautiful and carrying him around like a puppet, Melissa remembered what they’d done in bed on Saturday night. He might not remember, she thought, but I certainly do.

Her plan in mind, she brought her hand to the bra which strapped them together, the only thing supporting him and keeping him from sliding out of her and falling to the floor. She took a second to concentrate, centering her strength on her middle and tensing her abs and all the deep muscles within her, and then clamped down harder on his erection. Not too hard, though. She watched his face as he felt it - it was pleasure, and it was pain, the right amount of each, just enough for his frail body. She then, with her one free hand, deftly undid the multiple, industrial-grade hooks of the bra. <snap, snap, snap>. They all came undone, one after the other -

“M-Melissa w-what are you d-d-d-...d-doing..?”

- and with a loud <twang!> the bra snapped undone and fell to the floor. He, however, did not.

Melissa's mouth opened in wondrous excitement, his gaped in astonishment. She was holding him, his entire body aloft, by the cock, using just the muscles in her pussy. She’d spread her legs, allowing him to hang between them, floating, dangling, now in a true upside-down “U”. She did this all, of course, while still holding the giant wooden table over her head with one hand.

He gasped. He’d prepared himself for pain - whether by sliding out and falling to the floor onto his back, or being torn off by the root in a bloodbath. But she was strong. He was being held, and no pain came. How he was durable enough, how he wasn’t crippled in agony he didn’t know, but the fact remained: she was holding him up with her cunt.

Don’t you remember this, baby?

Something in his mind tingled. Then she spoke:

“Watch this,” she said, and began - with utter control of her vaginal walls - to slowly let him down.

“oh god…oh god Melissa…” he stammered, repeating the phrase he’d been uttering all night as he was slid down, inch by agonizing inch.

And then, even more incredibly, he was pulled back up. Inch, by inch, by inch.

“Oh god Melissa how..?!?”

She’d pulled him back up, tight, and then slowly let him down again. Sliiiiiding….

“oh god Melissa..!!!”

Uppppppp….

“Melissa…!”

And dowwwwwwn…

Just her cunt, just her pussy, just the ultra-strong muscles of her core and vaginal walls were able to lower him and raise him, up and down, over and over. She was fucking him, in a way only a superwoman of unimaginable strength, a marvel of eldritch genetics, could.

“Look at us, honey,” she said.

Looking up at her, he saw that she was watching. She had her head turned to her right and she was watching the spectacle of this moment in the ad-hoc mirror of the sliding glass door. He turned too, at the neck, and watched in utter, horrified fascination as this giant of a woman lowered, and then raised the shrunken, withered husk of the man between her legs using only her vagina. The details of it all were lost in the chiaroscuro of shadow and refraction, but the image was clear as day: his cock slid out, his cock slid in. His body went down, his body went up. Down, and up. Over, and over, and over and over, all while she held a thousand-pound table over her head with one arm, while now curling and flexing the mighty bicep of the other.

This is like… some…circus…freakshow! But it’s so….NNNGH!!

She laughed, she laughed and laughed and laughed. If there had been any struggle in him before, it was now completely gone. Looking into the dark reflection of the sliding glass door, he saw a glimpse into his future. He’d given up, and he now allowed his mighty girlfriend to just fuck him like a rag doll, his little body hanging limply between her legs and looking more like an appendage of her massive body than anything else.

Up and down, up and down, faster and faster. Faster than the rhythm that she was - oh my god no - she was pumping the table up and down in weight-lifting reps above her head, and she was making it look so effortless! How is she doing this?!? He marveled at her, seeing the smug confident grin on her face as she synchronized each pump with the rise and fall of his body.

Wait…why does this feel so familiar?

Nnnngh!!!

She slowly increased her speed, faster and faster, up and down and up and down and up and down he slid in and out and in and out and nnnngh oh my god. He looked up at her as she watched them in the reflection and smiled, posing and fucking him like he was simply an afterthought. She was in full domination mode, easily lifting both table and man, and becoming even more jacked in the process. She gloated her strength and laughed, in staccato barks: “Yes Yes YES!!”

Faster and faster, up and down. Table, Jay.

“That’s right, little man! Look up at me! Look up at your muscle-goddess MELISSA while she fucks your little body like it’s nothing!! Yes YES YES!!!

Faster and faster and faster, table and man, faster and faster and-

“AAAAAGH!!!!”

“YES!!!”

It was cresting, it would be huge.

She threw the table, across the room.

“YES!!!”

<<CRASH!!!>>

She felt her body explode with an apocalyptic orgasm. A torrent of her juices sprayed out around his shuddering member as she screamed in total euphoria.

“YES!!!!”

He came. She came. Windows shattered. The two of them came together, him up into her, she all around him, as the house exploded with the sound of broken glass and smashing wood. His gut exploded, her womb shivered and drew him in. Orgasm after orgasm erupted from her as she fucked him unceasingly, through his climax - “YES, YES, yyyyESSS!!!” - milking him for all he was worth and pushing him beyond.

He hung there suspended from her, completely limp and now occasionally convulsing in fits as she continued to milk his member. Spent, completely, his body could do no more. He felt now like nothing more than a piece of meat hanging from her.

Melissa, though, was still bursting with passion. Each orgasm seemed to release even more energy into her body, her colossal physique flexing harder with every one, causing her whole body to vibrate with an unholy power and shake the house anew. She came again, for perhaps the fourth time.

“rrrrRRRRRUAArggghhh haha the powerrrr..." she roared, laughing, still drawing his now near-unconscious form up into her, in and out, in and out, still hard enough. She knew he’d blown his load already, but she still needed him, she still craved him. Deep grunts poured from her locked jaw as the lines scoring the edges of her big new muscles widened, deepened, and stretched yet again. She relished in them straining and spreading. She wanted heavyweight bodybuilder proportions, she wanted to grow bigger and bigger, taller and taller, she wanted to be huge.

She wanted to grow. She wanted her girls to grow, and in fact - though they were miles away - she felt them all doing just that. She knew even as she stood there still fucking him, they were all growing, and they were all getting stronger. She wanted to become his enormous protector, yes, but there in that moment, in her manic, orgasmic passion, her hormone-fueled insanity, she wanted even more. She wanted to grow and be worshipped. She wanted to grow and rule. She wanted to grow beyond everything and be the whole…fucking…world.

“RRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRrrrrgggggghhhhh..!!!!!!” she roared again, causing more walls to shake and his little rag doll body to tense once again. She looked down at him, her lungs heaving like mighty bellows, and smiled as her eyes flashed. He’d brought her all this, all this power and might, and she loved him so much!!!

Nnnngh, nnnngh, nnnngh she breathed. She breathed. She breathed.

One last, skin-shivering orgasm rippled through her - pleasant, and nice, a sweet tinkling of crystalline pleasure after the previous explosions of thunder - and she moaned, lust tempered. She loved him so much. She loved him so much.

“I love you so much,” she told him, bending at the waist and bringing her arms down now to collect his upper body. He was motionless, but she knew he was alive. He survived her at her greatest, throughout her enormous release, and that made her smile. “What a good boyyyy,” she told him. Slowly, gently, she relaxed the impossibly strong muscles of her inner walls and released him, allowing him to slide all the way out and into her arms. As she gathered him, now, into a cradle across her massive chest, she saw his eyes flutter open. He was looking up at her with a new realization.

“Oh my god,” he finally spoke, his voice full of the most delicious awe, “What are you becoming?”

At that, she giggled, soft and sweet. Her voice again was high, a singsong symphony. She giggled and she answered him:

“Oh, just the best girlfriend ever.”

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Growing into the Job, Post 391: Cat n Mouse, p2

“You’re wondering about me, about what’s happening. You were snooping because you’re curious, you’re nervous and scared. It’s okay, sweetie, I understand. I haven’t told you as much as I should about myself. A good girlfriend would, do that right? Well, I didn’t because I was a little, like…embarrassed. I was a little nervous about how you’d react, if you knew too much about me. I thought that you maybe wouldn’t like me anymore if you knew more about my past, how I grew up, how I got this way.”

“N-no Melissa…I w-want to know.” he stammered, “I want to know…you.”

That brought her a smile. She looked at him.

He sat there, on the counter, his 6’8” girlfriend's hands planted to either side of his hips. He’d just been caught, found in his hiding place. Melissa had been worked up, aggressive…she could get that way, he knew, and sometimes it got scary. Especially when she was so fresh and massively pumped-up from her weightlifting, her earlier workout. She was intense, but as soon as she sat him down her mood had changed, like it tended to do, on a razor-edged dime. Right now she seemed earnest, still really energized but sincere.

Jay, though, looked terrible. His face had gone ashen, and his stomach was in knots. Melissa knew all this of course, and she knew exactly what he needed.

“Here baby, hold this,” she said, offering him her bra and placing one of its huge, white, underwire cups over his nose and mouth. It dwarfed him, it dwarfed his face, and it could have easily covered his whole head. Immediately, though, his first breath began to make him feel better. Relief flowed through him as he was reacquainted with the scent of her skin. She could have released her perfumes to ease him, but this was haha better at the moment. I wanna make you know what you need.

From behind his bra-mask, he took nicely deep breaths as he looked sheepishly up at her, He tried his best not to look too embarrassed, but that was hard to do.

Satisfied, she smiled. “Feeling better? Good. Okay anyway, well, I guess I’ll keep going.”

Wordlessly, he nodded.

“You know it, right?. I’ve been able to do things, always, things other people couldn’t, even as a young girl. My mom knew about it. My sister is actually the same way, kinda, but different. I know you’ve seen it, or at least you’ve started to. Like how I grow quicker than other people, or how I get stronger and, whatever, faster and taller? My body does what it needs to, really really well.”

He looks confused. That’s normal.

“We didn’t have a lot of money, growing up, when I was young,” she continued, “my mom put everything she had into her, like, work I guess - but we traveled around a lot.” As she spoke, she made sure to position herself in just the right way to keep her big boobs bulging right in front of his face. Despite how enormously jacked she looked right now, she knew her breasts were still soft and hugely comforting to him. Staring at them made him feel better, just like that huge bra-cup covering his face.

“Me and my sister lived in a bunch of different places, so my mom could do her studies. West Coast, East Coast, Japan, Kentucky. She also started showing me off, as I started to get older, when I started to…develop. When my body became, like, perfect. I got tall, strong. I got pretty. I never got sick. She brought me around the world to show me to…people. People and businesses with a lot of money. She was trying to…I dunno…see what she could get. Finally we ended up here, hooked up with Evolution, and finally I ended up with…you.”

Melissa was trying her best to be honest, mostly telling him what she thought she could. What she wasn’t telling him was…well, a lot. She wasn’t telling him that, after years of being groomed and grown by the people around her, this was her first real ‘mission’. This was the first time they actually asked her to do anything real instead of just studying and testing her. They normally just wanted what was inside her, like her…whatever. DNA.

This had all become so much more than an ‘assignment’ to her though. This had become her new life. He had become her new life. This little man, breathing her ‘perfumes’ from her used bra, sucking on it for air like his life depended on it. This was the love of her life, her everything.

“You see…” Melissa’s voice grew quiet as her gaze shifted to the floor, down and away. For the moment, she looked uncharacteristically vulnerable. “...I never really got the chance to have someone, or make real attachments. I was always told not to, and that I shouldn’t. That I had much more important things I had to be doing. I needed to be training. I needed to be taught. I needed to be studied.”

He could hear it. As confusing as this was to him, it was hard for her, too. She’d never felt like this before, either.

“But now, as weirdly as it started, I have you.” There was a palpable frustration and desperation in her voice, but with Jay there she realized: really, she’d only been living a half-life, part of her had been asleep. He had woken her up.

She looked down at him, and the powerful emotions that warmed her insides doubled, then doubled again in a rising tide, a swelling wave. At the same time an intensely manic glee returned to her speech, speeding it up as she looked down at the object of her affection. “And I love you! I love you so much. I never knew I could feel this way about a person, a guy. I was always told men were, like, less. Less than human. Not worthy of our time or emotions, that we were superior. But being with you had taught me a lot. You’ve taught me a lot, and now I don’t care what they say! They don’t get to decide what happens between, like, you and me.”

“W-who? W-what??”Jay asked, his voice muffled by her bra. He was, of course, confused and bewildered - and he wasn’t even getting the whole crazy story. Even with the most unbelievable parts left out - her position as an asset for the Movement, to say nothing of the witchery, the origins of she and her sister, or who her mother actually was - he was incredulous. ”Wait, wait, wait. Who’s t-telling you wh-??”

“My mom, and my doctors mostly, their bosses. People who want to study me, or use me. People who I’m starting to figure out don’t really care about me, they just care about what I can do. What I’m made up of.”

What the hell does she mean?? This is so weird!

“But I’m getting kinda fed up. I love you, and I want to be your girlfriend. I want to protect you from all these people that want to hurt you or take you, or study you. So, if that means getting bigger and stronger and more powerful than - oh god, sweetie - I want to get enormous. If that’s what it takes to keep you safe I want to be twenty feet tall. I want to be able to break down buildings and be your Momazon giant she-hulk girlfriend! I want to keep developing, keep growing, keep growing my body and all these things I can do and be your superhero, your…omigod…whatever you need.”

It was happening, again. He could see it in her eyes, again. She was getting worked up, again. There was a manic energy building in her. His nervous fear and crippling arousal, though they’d never really left, started to redouble themselves - again.

She reached out, stroked the side of his head, fighting back the urge to grab his skull.

Looking at him like this, watching him needily breathe from her bra cup, just manifested in her how dependent he was getting. His eyes were a puppy dog’s, and, gah, he was just so fucking adorable. She loved it. She loved him. She wanted to protect him. “I just feel all these people, all these, like, forces outside, trying to get to you, trying to take you from me. And it makes me so mad. Like…like…these lawyers. When I first saw them, in my place, in my office…nnngh oh my god.”

Her place? Her office? At this point, his mind was reeling. His attempts to find out what was going on just seemed to bring up even more questions and he could feel himself gradually retreating into denial, acceptance, and eventually acquiescence to all these powers around him that were beyond his comprehension. In her presence now, assaulted by her beauty and breathing in the scent of her from her used clothing, he’d completely lost himself. Lost in a fog, He forgot why his nausea had come, and why it had suddenly gone. He forgot about his shrinking, and why he could no longer swim or drive or tie his shoes. It was all gone. He was focused, once again, entirely on her. And he wanted to hear more, more of what she could do.

”Wh-what were you going to d-do to them?” he asked, his voice shaking in arousal as she saw him twitch, “To the lawyers that were trying to…stop us?”

She smiled, hearing him use the word ‘us’. He didn’t even really know what he was saying, but she liked the sound. “What did I want to do? When they burst into the office?” she asked, still using one hand to stroke a gentle finger down the side of his quivering face, petting him. Her other hand still held her weight on the counter. When I heard that they wanted to take you away,” she said, her voice even and chillingly tender, “I wanted to kill them. I wanted to punch my hand into their chests and rip out their hearts. I wanted to break every bone in their bodies, arms, legs, skulls, and tear their heads off.”

Jay flinched under her touch. The violence she described, the way she described it - such detail, with such casual confidence - it shocked him. This was his girlfriend. It was terrifying, but also strangely arousing and he groaned, his loins surging as he pictured it, the scene, the physical power she had, the grisly demonstration of her obviously immense strength. It seemed so surreal, but in the dark parts of himself he knew it was possible, what she could do to another human being. There were parts, darker still, that wished he could see it. He wanted to see how strong she really was. “Y-you would…oh god…you would do that? To p-p-protect me?”

”Omigod baby I would do anything to protect you,” her breath hot and sultry as she, put her weight back on both hands and leaned in closer inches from his face. Her big chest was beginning to heave in her out-matched white tank top as she sensed his growing arousal. He likes this. “I would fucking rip them to shreds.” Describing this to him was turning him on, she realized. He likes thisss he doessss. He likes the real me hahaha. In a manic flourish of raven waves, she let her hair down, throwing more caution to the wind. If he likes it so much why hold back?

She let her voice deepen. “Oh, but I'm not gonna stop there. To protect you. I want you - nnngh, oh god - as close to me as possible. And, I wanna keep you there.” Her heart had begun to beat hard, powerfully. “I feel like I want you against me, against my skin, always, actually inside me, in the safest place possible.”

She saw how the deepening of her voice, its power, made him quiver. She knew she needed to try to control her urges, because they were strong, they were beasts, mastodons, giant she-mammoths inside her. They wanted to overwhelm him with their size, they wanted to smother him under their weight. For a moment she collected herself, puffing up her cheeks, then exhaled.

<whoooooooossssh…>

The poor little man almost fell backwards. Her breath - omigod my breathhh - it blew him backwards. He needed to catch himself with his hands behind himself, on the counter. He’d dropped her bra; it now draped down dangling over and between his legs.

She groaned, her eyes fluttering when she saw him faltering, recovering. Oh my god he’s so weak. Her pheromones came from her skin, unbidden, instinctively.

“wh-wh-what…” he stammered, “wh-what was th-that..?!?”

“Hold on honey,” she purred, her voice deepening yet another octave as she saw another opportunity to show him his place. “I’ll show you.” She drew in a deep breath, pursed her lips, and once again blew.

This time, it was stronger, like being in a wind tunnel with gales scented of mint and honey. And with it he moved, he slid back on his butt nearly two feet across the slick granite of the kitchen island under him, nearing the far edge. His eyes went wide and the power of her breath began to falter as it broke down into laughter. Mad giggles erupted from her as she reached out and had to catch him by the ankles before he fell off the other edge of the counter. She’d just pushed him back with her breath, with the power of her lungs, and it made her giddy with laughter.

“Oh my god,” he managed, in his amazement, his eyes wide, “M-Melissa…how strong are you?!?" His voice was a mix of awe and intimidation, and it fueled her.

She smirked at his disbelief, her laughter cut as a sharp thrill of dominance coursed through her veins. Her eyes were locked on his, and with a gleam to her eyes that nearly made him whelp, she answered him. “I’m very. Fucking. Strong. I think I could blow you through the wall if I wanted.”

He was sitting still on the counter, but now his legs were splayed out in front of him, outstretched. Her bra lay across his lap, and, as he looked at her, he couldn't help but spread his thighs, slowly, timidly, further apart. He showed her its straining, tenting the leg of his slacks begging to be set free. He showed her his painfully trapped erection.

“Oh, Jay, oh my god,” she breathed seeing his member throbbing in his slacks, seeing the empty white bra so close to it, “look at you. Look at how excited you are. Do you like this? Do you like when I show off strength? What I can do?”

“M-Melissa, p-please,” he peeped, pleading with her for…what? Was he asking her to stop, or did he want her help taking care of him? Was he trying to show her how uncomfortable she was making him, or did he want her to show him more?

The confusion on his face made her smile. The poor little thing was just so lost. He needed her to show him more. “Shhh, watch, sweetie,” she said, as she stood up straighter,

flexing and curling her arms up into a double-biceps pose over him. Her muscles, her enormous muscles that emerged like this after training, bulged and flexed like two footballs. Their strength made her physical superiority even more apparent. The sight made her tiny little boyfriend shake and gibber anew.

She now had visible lats flanking her chest, spreading to a cobra’s hood and exaggerating the V-shaped taper of her torso. The outline of her abdominal cavity beneath her tight-fitting top was apparent, with several inches of midriff and the bottom of her clearly defined six-pack visible. Her trunk and waist were ridiculously narrow in proportion to her chest and shoulders, but they were powerful with a lithe array of obliques. She had an impressive body, so tall, so perfect, and she wanted to show it off.

“Oh, sweetie,” she growled, allowing her upper body to relax for a moment before flexing again into an even more jaw-dropping display of her huge upper arms, “you look terrified. Why? Does it bother you, Jay? That I’m twice as strong as you? Haha, well, maybe a bit more than twice.” She flexed again; veins bulging from her biceps. “Ten times as strong as you? Maybe a hundred times as strong as you?” She flexed once more, and her biceps grew to mountains that would rival her father’s. “And every day I’m getting stronger and stronger. Every day I’m getting bigger and bigger.”

When she spoke, her voice growing deeper with each word, he could swear he felt the pressure waves produced by her mighty vocal cords, waves of sound flowing over him. He squinted against the force of it bombarding him, but he bathed in its energy. He groaned, and would have closed his eyes, but he needed to look upon her, up at her.

Melissa loved it, she loved seeing him succumbing to her power, submitting to it. She’d held back before, like she’d always done. People, when they saw what she could do, always became afraid, backed away from her when she came on too strongly. They couldn’t handle her, accept her, or meet her charge. But him? She could see it: he loved this. He loved her being big and strong. And he loves being my boyfriend.

“Sweetie, you should come to the gym with me sometime, and watch me get bigger,” she said, “I can show you how I do it, how I’m going to get so. Fucking. Huge.” At that she moaned, dropping her arms down to cross her wrists in front of herself, so she could flex the mighty muscles of her neck and shoulders in a crab pose. Her trapezius muscles swelled, growing upward into a pyramid around her long and otherwise graceful neck. She groaned again as she watched his eyes goggle at this new display of her massiveness. “So. Fucking…HUGE,” she finished with a near-roar, blowing his hair backwards.

She laughed.

He quivered.

He trembled in front of her, and watched as she now began to lean over, above him. He could see individual muscles rippling in her shoulders and chest as she struggled to hold back a new wave of manic, unhinged laughter. She picked the discarded bra up off his lap, and dropped it on the counter beside them. Thick veins snaked across her arms and shoulders drawing his eyes down to her powerful chest.

”M-Melissa..?” he asked, not knowing what she was about to do.

“Shh, shhhh Jay,” she growled, thunder rumbling deep within her chest before warping into the sing-song voice of a fairytale princess, ”Jay, Jay, Jayyyy…you are so good for me, so so good for me…” Her mind was racing, becoming determined as she began casually taking off his shoes. “All I think about now is building muscles and fucking you with them.”

“Wh-what…?” he sputtered, “M-M-Melis-“

“Growing bigger, and holding you, and caring for you, and overwhelming you,” she continued, as she pulled off his socks - first one, then two - and dropped them on the floor, “I want to overwhelm you Jay, I want to become more than you could ever handle. I want to become so big that I’m like your whole world.”

His mind was racing, both scrambling for a way to calm her down and eagerly anticipating what she might do next. She’d already set to unbuttoning his shirt, undoing button after button with a frenetic fervor.“M-Melissa, y-you know you’re the most import-“

If she could hear him, he couldn’t tell.

”You’re getting smaller, Jay,” she interrupted, having finished the last button, “Littler and weaker.” She opened his shirt wide and, after a moment of impatient consideration, ripped it in two, pulling both sides off his shoulders. “You need a big woman like me to protect you.”

urk..!

She eyed his body, the hollow thinness of his chest, the meagerness of his now-bare arms. Fucking amazing. Compared to her own female brawn - which she loomed above him menacingly now - he was a twerp, a weakling. Incredible.

She’d always known, even as a girl, that she was basically physically perfect, usually the strongest, fittest person in the room. It was just her reality, that she had physical advantages over others that just grew from year to year. It was, like, natural - well, haha, not completely natural. It was just the way things were. But here, now? Compared to him? It was…nnngh. She made him look like a bug. A tiny little bug. And she loved it.

And what does he think he’s doing now, this little bug of mine?

As she’d ruminated, he’d started to struggle. She’d pushed him down with one hand to the chest. She had him pinned, with his bare back to the granite countertop, and he’d been half-heartedly trying to stop her from undressing him. She’d worked his belt loose already, and was set to task on his fly.

He seemed to have only half his wits about him, and grabbed at her arm, trying to get it off him. His efforts, though, seemed half-hearted. He was pushing hard, sure, as hard as he could, though to her it felt like the struggles of a small child. He was obviously so helpless against her, and it was as if he wanted to test that. He wanted this, she knew. He wanted to be helpless as a child for her, and that started getting her even more excited.

“Yeah, I like that,” she said, fingers still fumbling on the fly of his dress pants, “Try to fight off my big arm, little man. I’ll show you how weak you are compared to me.” She cocked her head as he grunted and groaned, trying to dislodge the hand which she had pushed harder into his chest. He was using all he could, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She knew he couldn’t do anything, just from watching him. Maybe once he was a strong enough guy, or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was always weak like this. But now he’s no match for even one of my arms. Though, to be fair, not too many people are.

“You can fight it, but you can’t win,” she said. Her voice was preternaturally calm, but her lady-parts were all worked up and juicy. Sex is coming omigod sex is coming I’m going to fuck him so good. They were going to do it her way, her way, her way. She would show him, show him how things were going to be.

The way they needed to be at work? In the outside world? Him, supposedly her boss? Fuck it. Here, alone, this is how it really is. The two of them could be themselves. She could be herself. She had so much she wanted to show him. It’s time to fuck some sense into him and show him how the world’s gonna work.

She took a nice long look at her wimpy little boyfriend as he pathetically pulled at her arm and looked up at her with his needy little face. With her eyes fixed on his, she tore his pants right off…

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Growing into the Job, Post 390: Cat n Mouse, p1

He looked like a baby deer, standing there in my bedroom, wide eyed and haha anything but innocent the little gremlin.

“Have you been snooping?” I scolded, watching the power in my voice basically blowing my bra right off his face and make him take a step or two backwards, letting it fall to the floor. I was trying to sound funny, casual, playful but I’d felt my energy building building building all through my workout and tho it was sposed to relax me now haha I was like ready to nnngh blow up. And then seeing him with my bra on his face? Fucking adorable. It made me swell up even more. The poor little man needed my perfumes to keep himself from getting sick - woops! I forgot all about that, how he needs me - and I guess there’d been enough of me in that white underwire I’d worn a couple days ago. So, he’d put it on his face to breathe, just so he could have a hint of my scent. S’okay. Now you get the real thing little boy.

He took a step back, seeing me, his eyes huge and confused.

“M-M-Melissa…oh my g-god…” he stammered, seeming to forget for the moment what I’d just caught him doing. Instead, he was worried about how I looked. “Y-y-you’re huge.”

I love when he stutters like that, trying to speak to me. “Oh, you noticed,” I smiled, stepping now into the bedroom…and watching him take another step back. He bumped into the shelf. A candle toppled over, and he panicked quickly trying to catch it, but it fell to the ground and knocked over one of the pictures of him I’d framed. Clumsy little monkey. I mean, I guess I can’t blame him. After my workouts I tend to bulge up, like a lot. My muscles swell up like crazy, making me look enormous. And as I came closer to him, I felt them all growing bigger still, vibrating, urging me to just reach out and grab him.

And I did.

I reached out my arms, to take him into a hug, but the stinker ducked and got underneath them. He quickly darted to the side, away from me.

“Jay-yyyyyy..?” I sang, turning towards him again, “What are you doinggg?” I sounded crazy like a crazy lady but haha who cares.

“I, uhhh…” he sputtered, looking this way and that. Guhh it was so cute! Suddenly he darted to his right, but I was quicker. I cut him off with a single step. He hesitated, backing away again.

“I’m uh…”

You’re trying to get away from me you little scamp. “C’mere I just want to hold you,” I said, crouching down for to snatch the bra off of the ground that he’d had over his face. I took another step towards him but nnn hahaha he just kept running away. “What is up with uuuu hahahaha? Are u afraiiid of me? Afraid of what you did?”

“I-I ummmm-” he began.

“You were snooping,” I repeated, finishing his answer for him, “You were looking through my stuff and snoopity-snoop-snooping.” At that I lunged towards him but urrrr he snuck under my arms again and scampered towards the door, running out into the hallway.

I turned, bra still in hand, and stepped after him. By the time I got out of the bedroom he was already scooting down the stairs.

“Why are you running away from meeeee..?” I called after him as he hit the bottom floor and disappeared around the corner. I giggled. Of course I could just boom out, use my bossy voice, and make him turn right around. I could make him crawl back up the stairs to me til he got to my size 15s, but where's the fun in that hahaha? Well, that actually does sound fun too haha…but I have a better idea.

I walked to the top of the stairs. “Hide and seek? Is that what you want to play, honey?” I spoke. I made certain he would hear me. My voice, I knew, could carry through the house. In fact it could shatter all the windows, if I wanted. “Cat and mouse?” I continued, as I took my first step down towards the bottom floor. I was still in my workout clothes, this tight white top and black leggings, but my muscles were so pumped up from even just the tiny little weights my mom had downstairs that they were nearly bursting out of my clothes. Maybe I’ll do that, when I catch you, make you watch me burst out of my clothing.

“So, where is little mousy?” I asked, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, “ Big big kitty wants to playyyyy…” In all honesty I felt less like a kitty and more like a giant mama she-lion stalking for dinner, but I was willing to go with it. I glanced down at the table, this narrow thing that my mom kept in the atrium. My eyes narrowed. I’d dropped a bunch of ‘Lean In’ and ‘Movement’ pamphlets here last week, and he’d obviously been looking through them. I could smell him on them.

“I see you found my pamphlets,” I called out to the house, holding back a laugh, “Interesting reading, hm?” I knew I shouldn’t leave these laying around; they're supposed to be for girl-eyes only. Whatever. “And you were looking at that picture of me from the fitness competition? I was big for a twe- …nineteen yr old…” I said, “I’m so much bigger now.”

Come back here and I’ll show you.

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Oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?? I thought to myself, having moments ago ducked behind the couch, my heart racing with the panic of a hunted animal. What do I think I’m doing?? Seeing her like she was, being caught in her bedroom after finding all the things I’d found - those pamphlets, her notes and ravings, my instinctual reaction was ‘get away from this giant crazy lunatic’.

Deep breath. I know I know I know…this was Melissa. My girlfriend. Of all the people I’d ever met she was one of the most sweet and tender. The perfect girlfriend. At times.

But it was more than fair to say she could - at other times - be rather unbalanced, and this was clearly one of them. I could see it in her eyes, as soon as I saw her upstairs. She was manic. She was possessed by this need to get bigger, stronger. She claimed it was to protect me, but why did I suddenly feel so endangered? Why? Was I just confused? She wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? No….no. But I…I needed time to think, to process. What did her having all that propaganda imply, what did all that stuff I found on the shelf mean for us? For me?

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” I heard her tease, giggling. Urk! She was close, walking just on the other side of the couch I was hiding behind. I had to crouch down, shrink down even smaller not to be seen, almost crawling under the couch. I could feel her passing by, and I watched as her long, long legs came into view walking away. Her big thighs bulged through spandex leggings, thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her tapered, heroic torso. The twin planets of her ass rocked back and forth rhythmically swaying as she made her way towards the enclosed indoor pool to look for me. She was carrying the big white bra I’d been breathing from; it dangled from her right hand. Is she using that as bait?

I refused to fall for it. Now was my chance.

Behind her back, just as she was stepping through the sliding doors, I darted away. Trying my best to stay quiet, I scooted towards the kitchen, and through the back hallway. There was a door there that led outside. If I made it outside, maybe I could-

I could what? As I got to the back door, and my hand met the handle, I froze. I was suddenly assaulted. Assaulted by doubt, apprehension and a new wave of nausea.

Ugh. Ugh ugh- I- can’t. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t open the door. Something in my rat brain was stopping me. Somehow I knew, as the taste of bile hit the back of my throat, that things would only get worse out there than they were in here. I had a flash, a mental image, a picture of it. I would be cold, weak and alone, and the reality of it made me shiver. I couldn't do it. I’ve got to think of something else…

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I knew he wasn’t in here. I knew he wouldn’t dare go into the pool area. It was too frightening for him now that he was afraid to go near the water by himself. He might fall in again, drown without me.

Yeah, the pool room would be off-limits, even if it was just to hide from me.. Plus, I knew where he was anyway haha. I could hear him. His heavy breathing, his little steps as he scampered from the great room. He was trying to be sneaky but to me they were clear as day. I came out here anyway just to give him some time to try to get away, maybe find a really good hiding spot. I wasn’t worried that he’d go outside. If he did, then he’d be really scared, and he’d feel even sicker. So no. I wasn’t worried. He would need me soon.

But I wanted to hold him so bad. Like, now.

So, after just a little bit - I counted to ten in my head - I turned around, came back into the main living area, and closed the slider to the pool behind me. “I guess you’re not in there,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. I peeled off my workout sneakers - one, two - and dropped them on the floor. Socks too. I liked the feeling of the house shaking under my bare feet, but first I listened. I could so easily sense him and everything about him now. So cool.

“Oh are you starting to feel sick? Does you're tummy hurt? Hm hun?” I announced, “Being away from me is just so hard, huh?” Slowly I started to walk and yeah haha - <boom boom boom> went my feet. “Take a deep breath hun. There should be enough of my perfumes around so you can handle it - I’m really sweaty haha - but still. You don’t feel so good, do you?” It was like I could feel his stomach turn. “Come to mama. You can sniff her bra again, and make it all better <giggle!>”

This is like playing hide and seek with a toddler. I glanced around the great room, making a show of looking under the couch cushions and behind the big potted plant that I really needed to water, but I knew he wasn’t in here. He was like a little kid, so predictable so I kinda already knew where he was.It was so obvious. Plus haha I can hear his heartbeat.

He was scared. Was he really trying to resist me?

“Hiding in the kitchen, hm?” I called out, as I casually made my way towards him. I’d turned off my perfumes, completely, a little while ago. I didn’t really know I could do that, but I guess I can. I giggled to myself. If you're not going to play nice sweetie, then I'm not going to either. I can withhold from you. Let’s see how much you like that.

“Get ready, hun,” I said, “Here I come…”

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Oh no! How the hell?!? I could hear her coming closer, the house - and everything around me - shaking under her feet. She couldn't possibly know!

My heart raced anew. I thought I’d found a spot, the perfect place. Here, in the dark, I could be quiet. I could try to deal with this building nausea. She’d never think I could actually fit in here, right? I’d just had to push a few cleaning products out of the way and curl up a little. Suddenly my height is an advantage, I thought ruefully, but if she knew I was in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be long until-

<boom boom boom!> her footsteps were coming closer.

How are they so loud??

She continued to talk to me, teasing me as she approached. “Haha I bet you’re wondering: ‘How does she know, huh? How does she know I was looking at the pamphlets? Her picture?’ Are you wondering that, sweetie? Are you wondering how I know?”

She was in the kitchen, now. I heard her opening some of the upper cabinets. “I was downstairs working out with my mom’s little baby weights, lifting them all and I felt it. Haha I felt you, what you were doing,” she continued. A cabinet door <slammed>, making me flinch. “How does it feel to have a girlfriend that can read your mind, honey??”

Oh my god she’s crazy, I thought to myself but, for a second, I couldn't help but consider the horrifying possibility. I shivered in some dark mix of fear and arousal. What if she could?

I heard a loud <THUD> as she looked through a garbage can, followed by the clinking of utensils as she opened - a silverware drawer? How small does she think I am??

“Wanna know what else I can do?” she asked as her heavy footfalls - <boom, boom, boom> - approached even closer. What small bit of light came into my hiding space, the little sliver through the door, was eclipsed by the shadow of her legs as she passed in front. She’d stopped. She was now a foot away from me, if that.

I knew, I knew it right then and there. She was waiting for me. She was standing there on purpose, blithely talking to me and indulging my little game of hiding from her. She totally knew where I was.

“You know, don’t you? That I know exactly where you are?” she began, “I can feel it, but that's not all. I can also tell you’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re afraid.”

My eyes went wide. How? How was this all possible? I knew I needed to hide. I needed to get away, but all I managed to do was get myself trapped, and now she was coming to get me.

“Awwww, honey, sweetie…don’t be too afraid…”

<BOOM!>

An enormous footfall, inches away, rattling the cabinets, glassware and indeed the entire house around us. I covered my head and went into a fetal position I heard her begin to laugh. All my nerve endings were screaming and I’d tucked away, backing deeper into my little hole as far as I could.

“You like that?” she chuckled, as <BOOM!> she slammed her foot again into the kitchen floor, to shake the house even more violently and causing me to nearly jump out of my own skin. I heard something crash and shatter in another room. “I can make my feet really heavy. I can make earthquakes for you,” she said, from where she stood right outside my hiding spot, “That’s kinda sexy, right?”

I tried to keep myself from moaning, whining, whimpering - I was so scared! - I didn't want her to hear me. She knew I was here but…but…

“Come on out, sweetie, come on out and I can show you what else I can do,” she continued, “I can use my breath, I can use my eyes, I can use everything that’s super about me and we can have so much fun…”

I couldn’t help it, I let out a noise. It was a groan? A moan? A little whine? Whatever it was it sounded pathetic, and I’m sure she heard it…

“Ohhhhh, sweetie..!” I heard her exclaim, “That little noise! Are you feeling okay? All hidden away from me, away from my perfumes?” I saw her shadow shift outside. “It hurts your tummy, doesn’t it? Being without them? Makes your head all ucky?”

Nnngh. Oh my god. Yes. I wanted it. I needed it, now more than ever. I needed to smell her, to breathe her in. I just need a little.

“Just a little? That’s all you need?” she cooed, torturing me with the promise and an infuriating little giggle, “Come on out, then. I have something that might help.”

I reached my hand out toward the door. I shivered, I shook. My bones rattled like a junkie, my mind desperate.

Wh-What is it?

“‘What is it?’ Hmm, here’s a hint,” she began, frightening me with her evident ability to know what I was thinking, “it's smooth, and silky and white and it’s reeeeeally big. I think it'll make you feel allll better. You just have to ask nice.”

My breath rattled in my lungs as I pictured her caressing it in her hands. Oh Christ.

“p-p-please..?” I peeped out, from my dark little spot, giving into my weakness and perversion as I finally revealed myself.

I heard her giggle.

“Please what?”

“p-please may I come out..?” I asked.

“‘Please may I come out and..’? What else, honey?”

She was going to tease me, punish me, show me the folly of ever trying to get away from her.

“please may I come out,” I began again, my voice timid and meek. Just as weak as I was. I didn't even really know what I was saying anymore. “A-and…” oh my god oh christ what am I saying “...c-can you put your bra on my face?”

What the hell’s become of me??

I really need to get out of here!

“Oh, of course sweetie,” she giggled, apparently amused and tickled pink by the candidness of my pathetic request. “I would love to do that, but where are you?” she teased.

“I-I’m down here…” I said, from inside my lair, as I lightly pushed open the cabinet door.

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“Oh good boy!” I sang, laughing. Omigod this was too much hahahaha! He asked! I got him to actually ask for it! “Good boy, good boy,” I said, immediately crouching down and opening the under-sink cabinet where he’d been hiding from me. “Oooo you look so cute, so little and curled-up and scared under there, like a little boy hiding from his - nnngh - mommy.”

Did I just say that out loud haha??

He still had on his wrinkled little work shirt, his wrinkled little work pants. His brow was all wrinkled up too, he was so nervous, embarrassed. He looked up at me. “Aww, sweetie! It’s okay! Come on out!”

I knew I could have helped him, reached in and lifted him right out of there, but I wanted to stand and watch him crawl out toward me, Which was exactly what he started to do.

Awkwardly, so awkward, he started coming on out, unfolding himself from the little ball he’d curled himself into. He got partway out, from the cabinet, before he stumbled and fell into a little heap at my feet. I giggled at his clumsiness, and looked down at him.

He started to try to get his hands under himself, maybe trying to stand - but I could tell he really wanted to scamper away.

“Nuh-uh,” I immediately said with a frown, placing a big, bare foot of mine onto his chest. I gently (well, maybe not so gently haha) pushed him down, until he was laying on the floor. With his scared little eyes looking up at me as I had him pinned on his back, it was priceless!

Oh, haha, poor baby. Are you afraid that I saw through your little escape attempt? Afraid I read your mind? This was just too much fun!

“Stay there for a minute,” I told him, my foot now pushing him into the polished hardwood floor of the kitchen. Nnnngh omigod is that a boner? Is he…haha omigoddd…liking having my foot on him, being stepped on? Little man don’t you know I could crush your ribcage like celery sticks?

I considered pushing my foot up, rubbing it in his face. I could make him lick and kiss my toes to make it up to me, for all this running away and hiding. Kiss my feet. The boys in the basement ask to do it. Maybe you should learn to do it too.

“h-how did you know I was in there?” he finally asked, from down on the ground. There were so many questions in his scared little eyes, but he was really just having trouble accepting the truth about what I could do. I figured I should keep it simple.

“Let’s just call it women’s intuition,” I said, smiling my biggest warmest smile at him as I took my foot off him, leaned down, and picked him right up from under his arms. My bra still dangled from my right hand but I had no trouble; he weighed practically nothing. I could hold him off the ground like this for as long as I wanted, watch him squirm. I looked him right in the eye as I slowly started to pull him in-

Oh ho the little noodge! He put his hands up to my chest, trying to push off, push me away.

‘Still afraid of me huh? Even with that big boner in your pants?’ He pushed, the little twerp. “Oh like that’s going to help!” Nnngh! That’s only going to make it worse haha! ‘Now, come to mama…’

I arched my back, pressing my big breasts just further into his small hands. I couldn't keep from moaning. "OOoooOOoooo I like the feeling of your little hands on me, Jay,” I said, “It makes me feel even bigger!”

It’s true. Maybe I’m a bit mean sometimes, maybe I’m a bad girlfriend but comparing his shrunken body to mine was like my favorite thing to do. “You’re so small, so little and weak,” I said to him, “and when we’re together I feel huge. I love feeling huge.” I giggled. His hands were mushed right into my boobs, basically disappearing. “Do you promise you’ll keep getting smaller for me?”

His jaw was quivering, his eyes big and wide. He was staring at his hands, seeing for himself just how smsll they were compared to my breasts. He was just so powerless. Shocked, he looked up into my face... His brain was slowing down. He was having trouble talking. I had let go just a little of my pheram- uh, perfumes - I didn’t like when he felt sick to his tummy! - but it’s not like he was babbling, or salivating all over the floor. I could just tell he was lost in me. And not just in my size, he was lost in all of me. Sure he was paying attention to the swell of my shoulders and traps which, nnngh, were still all pumped up and enormous and maybe haha a little intimidating. But his eyes also traveled into my eyes, my smile, my big thick hair. I just loved how he was looking at me. It's quite nice, sometimes, to be such a bombshell haha.

He was like a baby deer, and now that he’d been caught by the hungry mama bear - haha me - with his big wide eyes, all his trembling? He might as well have been drizzling himself in honey. “Sweetie I need a kiss, a nice big one,” I told him, unable to help myself as I pulled him in.

He could tell as soon as my my lips pressed against his: I just wanted to eat him up! He could feel how wonderfully full my lips were and just how easily they engulfed his. He felt their softness and warmth overtake him, and, nnngh, I wanted him to imagine them pressing up against his entire body, being sucked into my mouth, me eating him up! My lips needed no help pulling him into them and haha as we kissed he could feel his breath being drawn from his lungs by my own stronger ones. I held his breath from him and when I finally released him he found himself panting.

“M-Melissa, oh my god…” he managed, his head swimming from lack of air.

My cheeks warmed up and my excitement built even more. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead a moan came out and once again I pressed my lips against his. Now I really began to suck him in, a huge kiss.

It’s like…I didn’t mean to kiss him again. I should really be punishing him, for snooping, for running away from me and hiding. There were other things I should be doing, I knew, to show him his place, but I wanted him inside me so badly and as I kissed him my mouth opened wider and worked against his, overpowering his smaller lips with my own while again drawing the breath from inside him. I sucked in, and in, and in. He struggled a little, then a lot, in my hands. Squirming around, the little cutie.

I thought maybe I should break the kiss but - haha no - I didn’t wanna, even as his chest began to strain and I began to get concerned I might collapse his skinny chest. He’d stopped moving. So instead I breathed into him, filling his lungs. I’d taken the breath from him so I could give him my own. Don’t worry, I can give you what you need to breathe. What I breathed into him was better than regular air. It was my air, my oxygen, it was all me me me.

Stil, he began to squirm again, like he was trying to get away from me.

“You are being such a stinker!” I laughed, breaking our kiss and holding him so our faces were just inches apart. I cocked my head and regarded him, falling into thought as he gasped. “I’m beginning to think that your email friend and this ‘resistance’ are a little problem for us. Are they making you think this way, act up like this, all naughty? I don't want them infecting my perfect little man with bad ideas.”

He shook his head, still recovering. “N-no, Melissa, I just w-wanted to…f-find out more…”

“Oh, Jay, I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. Think, Missy, think. Be patient with him. “Well, as long as you stop reading those emails, it's no problem.” At least for now.

He didn’t have a phone, at this point, no one could text him either. We looked through all his mail, made sure he only got stuff we’d want him to read. In fact, is there any reason he needs to read at all? God haha mmmph! That would be amazing! Emptying that little head of his until he can't remember how to read. I could just picture it: I imagined myself looking into his eyes and draining him of all his big-boy smarts until he was like a simple little child, watching all his brains just dribble out. That way I could read to him at night, help him along with books at bedtime. Books like - what’s it called? One Fish, Two Fish? Red Fish, Blue Fish? Or haha One Boob, Two Boobs, White Boobs, Brown Boobs. That should keep him focused on what's important. Haha Boobs Boobs Boobs hahahahaha.

Sometimes I sound crazy, I know. But everyone is a little crazy when they're in love, right?

“So, though, is that why you were sneaking around snooping? Reading those pamphlets and looking through my stuff?” I asked as gentle as I could be when every inch of me just wanted to, nnngh haha toss his little man body onto the counter and climb on top of him. “You trying to figure me out?” I continued.

At that, I lifted him a bit and <plopped> him on his butt, right onto the granite of the kitchen counter, next to the sink. His little legs dangled off the side. I put my hands down - I was still holding my bra - on either side of his knees, resting the weight of my upper body on the stone and leaning in towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back a bit. People get like that, these days. They have trouble handling me when I get close.

“I should punish you but, well, here. Let me tell you a little about what’s happening…”

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Growing into the Job, Post 389: Snooping

Yeah, this is weird, I’m weirded out, I thought to myself, looking at what she now had on her shelf in her bedroom, I should be worried about this, right?

Okay, deep breath, let me back up a bit. The day had started strangely enough, with me waking up in my office. First there was the photoshoot, the lawyer attack, and then - after I’d seen a few afternoon patients with Lakshmi, running late after we’d normally close - I got dragged out of the office, nearly by my collar, by Melissa. We were going home, I guess. Her home. No arguments.

“Heh heh wh-what’s going on?” I had asked with a nervous laugh, having been unceremoniously thrown into the passenger seat of her beemer. She was speeding out of the parking lot, an unhinged look in her eyes. “Is this about the lawyers?” I asked. All she could tell me was that she’d seen something about Cici, heard something about Angie, and needed to get me home where I’d be safe.

“The lawyers are being dealt with,” she’d finished, cryptically, speeding breakneck down the highway, “I’m dealing with the lawyers.”

My knuckles had gone white, gripping the edge of my seat as we zoomed through traffic. Melissa was on edge, worked up, angry and anxious and yet more quiet than I’d seen her in some time, maybe ever. The nervous energy crackled off her; I could almost taste it. “Is everything okay?” I’d asked.

“Yeah,” she’d answered dismissively, glancing up into the rearview at someone she’d just cut off, “I just really need to work out.”

And so, when we got to her place, it was with few words that she’d ushered me inside, checked all the door locks and darkened the windows, ensuring we were safe. “I don’t really want to leave you alone but I really need to do this, get stronger,” she said, plainly - strange as the sentiment was. She made me promise I wouldn't go anywhere before heading downstairs to the home gym her mother had set up in the basement.

Okay, yes, I knew exercise was important to Melissa. Lots of people use it as therapy, to relax, or as an outlet. So I understood that after what must have been a trying day she needed to go hit the weights. I clambered myself up onto a stool at the kitchen bar as Melissa was working out downstairs. She’d poured me a quick glass of milk and thrown an unopened bag of chips onto the counter, in case I was hungry. I really wasn’t, but I tried to nibble, after struggling to open the bag. Yuck, these chips are terrible, tasted stale. I checked the expiration date. Fine. But still..blech. I pushed them away, swallowed some milk, and looked around.

For the moment, all was quiet. Had I been here, in this house, all by myself? Ever? Not really, I guess. I admired, again, the modern simplicity of this beautiful place. All whites and neutrals and natural materials. The kitchen was well-appointed, understated but with the latest in appliances. I hopped off my stool and drifted into the living room, with its soaring ceilings and attached indoor pool. I shivered as recovered memories of the weekend came back to me again: the girls, the sex, the - uh - near-drowning. Looking out to the attached, indoor pool, I decided I was going to stay away from the water.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but as I strolled into the hallway to glance at some more family photos. A small collection had been hung on the wall…

(Melissa had been a figure competitor as a teen? In Europe? She tended to be evasive about her childhood, growing up. But I’ve got to ask her about this)

I started thinking about what I saw in Amelia’s video, the girls growing bigger after I orgasmed. It still felt like a dream…or maybe a nightmare. Or a too-real fantasy. I don’t think I’d fully processed it all yet. I'd been telling myself it was impossible, but I figured it was time for me to start accepting all this weirdness. I needed to acknowledge the truth - and not just what happened with the girls. There was a whole list, a long litany of strange events: my divorce, my own shrinking, my new, implausible relationship with my young Office Manager, the too-perfect Melissa.

God, her growth, the abilities she was developing. The changes at the office, the expansion. The study and what the product we were trialing was doing to women. It was only fueling what I’d already seen, how women were becoming the dominant sex. Speaking of - what was happening to the government? To society? Not to mention to me? It was a lot, right? I wasn’t nuts to think so?

<CLANG!> I heard the sound of weights being lifted and dropped, noises coming up from downstairs. Lots, by the sound of it, lots of weight. How much was she lifting?

The noises shuck me out of my reverie, and that's when I decided that -. Despite my history of avoiding conflict and, well, reality, I couldn’t help but think that all these oddities were somehow related. So though I knew it would be easier to just hide my head and let shit happen, I decided it was time to investigate some of this weirdness myself. Was I at the center of some huge conspiracy, like I sometimes got the feeling, or was I just being crazy and paranoid? I figured I needed to look deeper, to confirm my own sanity and take back some agency in my life. I realized I’d recently just been a passenger as life spiraled out of control and into a tailspin. Besides,maybe everything was fine, right? I had to get to the bottom of this, get some answers - and prepare myself for what I’d find.

As I looked around I started to notice some things. Take, for example, these pamphlets. There was a small pile of them spread out on the table at the base of the stairs in the front atrium. It looked like they'd been tossed there by Melissa, maybe recently. I felt a tug. Something inside me told me I shouldn't read through them - I was definitely snooping - but I did. Now I can’t unread them.

Melissa had apparently been going to meetings here and there, along with some of the other girls. Had I known that? I think I’d known that. Similar to the ones Sheryl had been attending with Olivia for months, these women’s political support groups were super popular. I used to think they were harmless. Not anymore.

These pamphlets and hand-outs looked like take-aways from those nights, some slickly produced, others just stapled-together photocopies. I started to glance through them. Even just the titles: some of it was quite scary stuff. "Becoming Gynarchy: A Consultation on Future Policy Proposals" one of them was titled. They all seemed to have been produced by some think tank or marketing company, probably some fringe groups. An MLM or maybe a cult? These couldn’t be official, or mainstream, right? Like, this one titled "Looking at the Future: Males at Home" It was crazy. I browsed through the rest: "Economic Impact of Restricting Male Involvement in the Workplace", "Legislation and Leverage for a Better Tomorrow" and “Getting Bigger than Him: Nutrition, Exercise and High Heels”.

A little excerpt from “The Good Wife’s Guide to Taking Charge” : “He is experiencing feelings of insecurity and inadequacy because he is not the breadwinner. He feels like he is not contributing as much, and he is worried about how this will affect their relationship. He is starting to feel like he is not good enough, and he is not sure how to cope with these feelings.”

Sound familiar? In fact, here’s the whole next page:

But, yeah. There was a whole pile, and I couldn’t bring myself to really read them all. I skimmed through most though and god help me it was kind of arousing. But scary. Did women these days actually think this way? Did Melissa?? The thought made me shudder. If she had, even at the back of her mind, hopes for changes in the world like this propaganda promised, if she had plans for us derived from some of these pamphlets, what would the future hold for us? Was it healthy for me to stay with her? I know she loved me, and I loved her too. If the world did really change, maybe I actually would want someone like Melissa at my side, protecting me. Maybe I nee-

Suddenly I heard something, from the downstairs gym, below my feet. What the F was that?? It was primal, a loud bellow, and it made my eyes go wide. Was that Melissa…roaring?? And then - <<CLANG!!>>. Metal weights hitting the floor, shaking the house. What was she doing down there?? She’d wanted to work out some aggressions? Yikes.

I shuddered, suddenly aware of what I was doing and put down the pamphlet. Fuck, I was erect. I tried to ignore it. Maybe I’ll, uh, head upstairs.

I took each step of the staircase slowly. Did I really want to look around anymore? Should I quit while I was ahead? My fingers traced themselves up the bannister.

Wouldn’t it be easier if I just sat down, maybe on the couch, and waited for her to be done with her workout? When I got to the first landing, I heard that weird clock chime again. Was it seven PM already?

My feet kept moving up the stairs. I guess I’m doing this. More snooping. I found myself at the door to her bedroom, switching on the gentle, overhead can lights. Without her with me, and with the intent I had, I felt a little like an intruder. Even though she and I had spent the last number of nights together here (or had I slept in my office last night? I couldn’t recall), it still felt like I shouldn’t be here right now, doing what I was doing. I felt, in fact, a bit nauseous, and blamed it on the guilt. But nonetheless, here I was. I promised myself I’d only look around for a few minutes.

Of course, I have to admit my first instinct was to look through her underwear drawer. I was, though, able to resist my natural perviness - plus, her old teddy bear was sitting there watching me with its beady black eyes, from over on that chair, and it creeped me out. Instead, I glanced around the room.

On first inspection, it looked like a normal bedroom. Maybe decorated a little young, being set up by her mom with memoirs from Melissa’s earlier years. More pictures of Melissa as a teen. More stuffed animals. Those cheerleading pom-poms. Stuff I’d seen before. I went into the en-suite bathroom.

I’d wanted - call it the physician in me, my medical curiosity - to know what meds Melissa was taking. I know she went to this clinic at Evolution; did they have her on anything? Could she have been prescribed anything - despite what she’d been telling me - to stimulate her recent growth? Maybe there was something I didn’t know, that would explain things. So I opened her mirrored medicine cabinet, a built-in above a sophisticated sink of slick ceramic and natural wood.

Oh, jeez, I immediately lamented, poor Melissa. What I’d found - besides the huge array of cosmetics, creams and lotions - hadn’t been growth hormones or steroids or anything that would explain any growth. There were medicine bottles, yes, a bunch of them. Aripiprazole, Quetiapine, Clozapine, Iloperidone, Fluphenazine, Haloperidol. Antipsychotics, most of them. Big doses, too. I’d known, of course, that Melissa had some struggles with anger issues, and that her clinic visits involved some therapy sessions. But I hadn’t expected anything as extreme as-

I shut the medicine cabinet. I felt flushed. I might have overstepped.

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.

I went back into the bedroom. A green dress lay across the end of the bed, possibly something she’d considered wearing today. A small pile of shoes sat over by the door. There, uh, was a yellow bra folded up on her dresser, and another white one on the floor, looking recently used. The temptation to pick it up and breathe her in was strong. I thought, weirdly, that it might clear my nausea, and though it was tempting to try, with a little struggle I resisted. Her bed was unmade. A small garbage can sat overflowing with tissues. Hm. I never really noticed before but Melissa is kind of a mess, huh?

As I stood next to her curio shelves, her “Jay Shelves”, I couldn’t help but take a look. It was her collection of mementos, of me, of our relationship. I’d noticed this stuff before, and it still struck me as strange. Without her here to distract me and smooth things over it felt, in fact, a bit…creepy. Yes, there was the framed picture of me - cute, that she had that here - but there were also the candles. And the movie stubs, the lipstick-smeared t-shirt of mine. There were briefs, and tissues (ewww, those were…). I’d let her have a pair of socks; they were up there. The whole thing struck me as really odd. Like a kind of shrine, something a teenage girl might put together for a school crush or a celebrity. I should maybe have been worried, but goddamn me I couldn’t help but find it flattering, even if it seemed more than a bit obsessive. Looking back, I don’t know what was wrong with me. Why did I not see the signs? Honestly it was probably already too late.

My eyes caught on to a small scrapbook crammed full of papers. I slid it off the shelf. It was bound in red leather and had my name written across the front of it. As I opened it several scraps fell to the floor. I cursed as I squatted to pick them up. There were a few new photos of me: with her, candid, laughing. Another just of me. Another one. Another just of me, this one with a lurid red lipstick mark across it. There were papers, too, and another one of those pamphlets. The papers caught my attention first. She had, on the top of a piece of lined paper, written “Melissa + Jay” inside a bubbly heart. And then, underneath, she’d written a name…over and over and over. I gulped. She was like a school girl picturing us married and she wrote a name over and over again:

‘Jay Monroe’. It was scribbled on every square inch of that notebook paper.

She imagined I’d take her name. And she’d written it a hundred times, maybe more.

“Oh jeez,” I muttered aloud.

Next there was a chart of sorts, also in her handwriting. It had been done over time, the ink was different between many of the entries. It was a list of dates, and a list of my heights. She was charting how much I’d lost and - Jesus - the numbers were striking. The first entry was from back in August just three months ago, when she’d been hired. I’d been 5’11” and she’d logged it in. But then, a series of maybe a dozen dated measurements listed off my gradual decrease in height. The latest entry was - wait, what? Yesterday? When had I been measured yesterday? Had she done it in my sleep?? It said…

…4’9”. Oh my god. What’s wrong with me?

It was shocking, arresting. I mean, I guess I’d known I was under five feet by now, but seeing it all laid out like that, seeing in pen and ink that I’d lost more than a foot in a little under three months made it all too clear. I had a problem, and it was a big one.

She’d actually drawn a little smiley face next to a couple entries. Like here when I’d first dropped under five feet? My blood, which was already running cold, began to curdle. Yes, it was kinda the style these days for women to be attracted to shorter, weaker, more helpless men. The whole “vulni” thing and all, but this seemed downright…pathological. Yeah, this is weird, I’m weirded out, I thought to myself.

Did she want me to keep shrinking? Yes, I can understand how it could be sexy to her. I mean, dammit, it was a dark, secret, long-standing fantasy of mine, too, but…did she understand the health implications? Did she understand what it all really meant? Did she really want this to continue? Until I was…until I was..?

Well, let me show you this…

I picked up something else that had fallen out of her scrapbook. Another pamphlet, similar to the ones from downstairs. It seemed like something somewhere between a missive for a shady, unnamed, overseas self-help company, describing a “Program”, and a medical technology advertisement for products in development. It was labeled, on its cover, “TOP SEKRET!!” Much of it was actually in Cyrillic but the pictures were disturbing. Women, tall, some of them muscular. All impossibly busty. A few photos were of couples, with the men looking shriveled and tiny next to their Amazon-class partners. Some standing, seated or - good lord - held in their partner’s hands. Jesus this can’t be real, they had to be doctored. It was one of the final photos, though, that made me shiver.

Ewugh…okay, this was too much. This was too much reality. This was bizarre and terrifying. The pamphlet fell out of my hands as I suddenly became weak in the knees. My vision was swimming and a strong wave of nausea overtook me. If I didn’t do something I might…I might…

wait…

Where’s that bra?

With barely a thought I’d stepped forward towards the bras of hers I’d seen, the yellow one and the white. My world was spinning, and instinctively I was reaching for them. Instead of the neatly-folded yellow one on the dresser, I grabbed the white underwire from the floor. She’d just used that one, my racing, raving thoughts came, It’ll smell more like her.

In an instant I had it up, the huge cup of it over my face, and, with a big gulp of air - Ahhhhhhhh…! - I breathed it in. Her perfume, the scent of her skin, the now-familiar smell of her breast. The world was dark around me, the slick satin of the white bra cup plastered to my face. My eyes covered and flittering shut, I used both hands to hold it there, and I breathed her in some more. Immediately my stomach settled, and I felt so much better. Ahhhh… I’d barely registered it but at some point my cock had grown huge and hard in my pants and as a deep pleasure overtook me one hand drifted down to-

“What do we have here?” I heard the voice, deep and loud and only several yards away. It startled me and I jumped. My heart skipped a beat as I heard her voice:

“Is someone up here snooping?”

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Growing into the Job, Post 388: Plan B

“During the early days, the resistant cells that were forming had their successes and failures. Mostly failures.” - Lakshmi Vallurupalli

“Alright, well…this sucks,” the gray man groaned, running a hand through thinning hair. They’d assembled on this early evening as an emergency meeting of Resistance Cell IL-5. “Does it have to be during dinner time?” he heard his wife’s scolding echoing through his head along with his pitiful response: “S-sorry honey w-w-we’ll make it quick.”

He knew the place still reeked of cat pee, even though Ned hadn’t arrived yet. Buzzcut was here, Moustache was here. And, of course, Anderson, who had basically been living in hi- well, his wife’s family’s basement - on the threadbare couch for some time now. Honestly, he was starting to wear out his welcome.

“Yeah, sorry, it does stink, I really thought it would work,” Anderson lamented. He was standing at the pool table, the center of their makeshift command center. It had been Anderson and Gray Man’s plan to get the lawyers involved. To get their contacts in the court system active. To avoid any unnecessary violence in separating the “primary targets” as Buzzcut liked to call them

“Sounds to me like them suits crashed and burned,” came Buzzcut, the ex-Coast Guard petty officer with more self-satisfaction in his voice than necessary. “Lawyers,” he grumbled, stroking the firearm at his side, “paper pushers, poindexters.” Buzzcut had been frustrated with the whole process. All this time it took to organize the warrants and writs, and now? “Still SUSFU. Big waste. Total burn bags.”

Anderson bit his tongue. All this guy’s military jargon was getting on his nerves. He knew it annoyed the others, too, except Ned. And of course all the grunts. They ate it up.

“Where’s Fineman now? The other two?” the gray man inquired, asking about the attorneys. He stepped over to the big cork board Buzzcut had stuck to the wall. Their makeshift conspiracy board had a number of photos of the players at FHMA stuck to it with pushpins. Red thread ran between them, designating and labeling relationships. “Shouldn’t we, like, debrief them?” He shivered, looking up at the image of Mellissa Monroe, the major player. There was something about her…she just...

“I guess all three of them are home,” Anderson answered, watching the gray man reach out and straighten the picture of the Monroe woman on its thumbtack. “They sound a little freaked out.”

Moustache really hadn’t said much, since he’d arrived.

“Well, we should get them here, debrief them,” Buzzcut said, acting as if he’d just come up with the idea himself. “But in the meantime we need to plan our next operation.” Stepping over to the conspiracy board, he motioned to the gray man. “Gimme that ink stick.”

The gray man picked up a red marker, handed it to him.

“The way I see it,” Buzzcut began, running a hand across his close-shaven pate, “is we need a new approach.”

Thanks Captain Obvious, the gray man thought, shuddering as Buzzcut began to draw red targets across the faces of the women on the conspiracy board. He’d spent time (maybe too much time, truth be told) curating those photos, carefully selecting them from the girls’ instagram feeds (which he, uh, researched vigorously).

“Wh-what are you thinking?” Anderson asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

“Well, ‘we’re going to need guns, a lot of guns’,” Buzzcut replied, dropping into his action hero voice and - like he tended to do - misquoting one of his favorite old movies. He continued to draw concentric red circles on the faces of the women.

The gray man shuddered. This was all beginning to get very real. Yes, Buzzcut was ex-military (Coast Guard…) as were a bunch of the grunts. The gray man liked his guns - he had a pretty good collection, now - but he’d never actually used one on another person. He didn’t think any of them had. He watched Buzzcut put an extra pushpin into Melissa Monroe’s photo, right at the center of the target he’d drawn.

“‘Okay, this chick is gonna be toast!’” Buzzcut laughed, again murdering yet another movie quote.

The gray man watched Buzzcut as he continued to stare at the photo, somehow managing to ignore her gloriously large breasts and perfect smile as he plotted their next move. “So what’s it going to be? This new plan?”

“I dunno but it’s gonna need a real cool name,” Buzzcut answered, pondering his options. This was it, this was his chance, he thought. He’d always dreamed of a moment like this, preparing to lead a group of his guys into combat. Suddenly he was the leader, and everyone would do what he told them to do. So, yeah, he needed a plan. And a plan name. “We’re going to call it…”

A pause as he turned, putting the cap back on the marker with a dramatic <click>.

“…Plan B.”

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Growing into the Job, Post 387: Another Favor

I am mentally stable. I am mentally stable, calm and cool and collected, any time I want to be. I am strong and ready for change. I am in control of myself and the world around me. Despite all this crappp I am not going to freak out. Shhhhh. The power to be better is in my hands. My emotional strength is matched only by my physical strength and I am haha really really strongggg

I stared into the bathroom mirror of the staff bathroom with the best smile I could manage and what I hoped wasn’t a super-crazy look in my eyes. I could feel the ceramic of the counter top threatening to give way under my finger tips and saw the mirror haha shaking from the authority in my voice as I said my affirmation. I took a long, slow, deep breath. Yes, I was strong. I…me! I was in control.

Okay haha enough of that! I need to talk to Marisela before she leaves. I stepped out of the bathroom with the paper I needed.

Mmm…But actually I am actually really, really proud of myself for not being too upset right now. I mean haha - look at the day I’ve had! The photoshoot stuff was cool this morning (I’m sooo excited to be a TV star haha) but then the lawyers? Ack. They tried to take him away! What the actual F. Are there more of them? Should I look? What would I do if I found them? And then - then! - the girls showed me that security video? The one that showed it was Cici - one of my own girls! - that had trashed his apartment? Ack ack ack!! If I hadn’t been able to center myself with these breathing exercises, these manifestations, I may have haha just she-hulked out right there in the breakroom where they showed it to me. I’m so glad Lakshmi had taken him away to keep him busy, brought him along with her to see some patients. I wouldn’t have wanted him to see my reaction (I didn’t really like that soda machine anyway, I’ll buy us a new one) or know that it was…what was her name?…Cici that did that. <clack clack clack> My heels echoed loudly through the hallways. I wanted everyone to hear.

Was I angry? I mean, yeah, maybe a little. Both with, uh, Cici and with what happened with those lawyer guys. But I knew what I had to do, had a plan. And hah I didn’t think he’d mind. I liked how it felt, you in my blouse, earlier. Didn’t you? The closer u are the stronger I feel. This’ll let me be really strong.

I could make it happen, I knew it. I turned the corner as I thought of his little head, buttoned up in my top. Nnngh! Haha we could be even more. It might take some time, and he might need a little convincing, but omigod yes. Yes yes. I needed to keep him safe and I figured what better way than to-

Haha shush, Missy. You have to find that girl. Cici, right? Or Cynthia? Why can I not picture her face? Anyway. Let’s take care of these lawyers first. I had an idea, was headed to who I needed to ask for help. I had the paper.

<<clack clack clack>>. Thunder cracks through the halls, really loud. The office was otherwise quiet. There were only a few girls left, mostly cleaning up the rooms, and he was somewhere with them. I bet you hear me. Does it make your heart race? Do you get a little nervous? Good.

Marisela, thankfully, was still at her desk.

“Hey Melissa.”

“Hey sweetie,” I replied, appearing calm. Marisela had her own little corner in the main office where we let her do her work. She’s really smart. I looked over her shoulder. She had one of her graphic-design programs opened up. “Are you working on the-?“

“Yeah,” she replied, swiveling to me in her chair. Aww she was just so pretty. Her straight black hair was done really nice today, probably for our little company photoshoot. “I just started on it.” She opened up a window for me, but then turned back, finished looking at the screen

“Ooo! looks cool. Hey, listen, I'm just about ready to take him home for the night. Would you mind closing up?” Still proud of myself for not acting crazy. But I could only hold it in for so long.

“Of course sure yeah,” she replied, “Lakshmi and Josie and I are going ax-throwing. Wanna come?”

“Fun but no,” I answered, “I have something to do at home.” Him.

Marisela's eyes flittered as she noticed the yellow paper I had in my hand. I’d tried not to crinkle it too much. Her smile crooked as she eyed it.

“Let me guess, you have another favor.”

I giggled, and maybe did sound a little crazy. “I do,” I said, handing the paper out to her. She took it, glanced down at it, noticing the signatures and names and all the legal words. They’d dropped it, left it behind. “These people tried to take him,” I said, my voice changing. I felt it, it got deeper. It might have been my imagination but I think the room dimmed. “I want you to help me. Can you do something about this?”

Marisela brought the paper closer to her face. She sniffed it, drawing in a deep breath. Suddenly her eyes widened, and a dark smile that showed a lot of teeth - two of them getting really sharp - broke her face. Those big brightly pretty eyes flashed. She had fangs.

“You know what I want?” I asked. She had their scent.

“Absolutely...”

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Growing into the Job, Post 386: Shipping Notice

Agent FHMA003 aka Subject F0000013a-KK aka Program 0920/2.33xx aka Kathe Klix aka “Kathy” was at her desk. She had a precious few moments alone in the accounting office and without the nattering of the Wade girl or even the chatter of Agents 012 and 013. Kathe liked it quiet. She had spent the last nine weeks as Accounting Office Lead at Far Horizons Medical Associates and - though a far cry from the more daunting responsibilities of her previous assignments in Berlin, Bonn and Frankfurt - she understood that this mission was a key one. That’s why they’d left it to her, a type of Leutnant here.

The assignment location here was once a small but generally thriving Geriatrics Practice in the Midwestern states of the USA. She’d been given its history before being embedded and told that her training and experience in weaponized finance would make her a useful player. It had been her responsibility to help transform it, with the blessing of its majority owner, the blonde American attorney, into a shell for another of her company’s new clinical arms.

In her short time in the position she had - quietly and systematically - dismantled any and all economic independence the practice once enjoyed, drained its accounts and reorganized its finances, all under the nose of its head physician. It was now absolutely dependent on Evolution Pharmaceuticals (and thus the mother company) and a steady supply of grants to maintain its week-to-week solvency.

Like so many other businesses, Far Horizon Medical Associates had become like a zeck, a tick on the fleshy flank of KOLECTV, sucking on the Movement for nourishment. Kathe had done this all without raising as much as a word of concern from the male, who could have been a nuisance but was too caught up in his new affair with Subject MM1-A, too geprägt by her charms to even notice - or at least complain. Not her concern, either way. The practice was soon to be reborn in a new vision, the wheels had already been set irrevocably into motion: “Far Horizons” was to become much more than a small, specialty medical practice, or even just the expanded facility that would open its doors next week. Soon it would be a brand known across the USA, and then worldwide, transformed into an instrument bringing the mother company’s programs to the new world order. It was now partly her job to help prepare for it. Speaking of, the email alert on her secret phone had just sang out in a <ping>….

Agent FHMA003 and her HR team would be responsible for the new payrolls, tax forms, and otherwise helping to get these New Women set up in their lives here. She also needed to finalize and secure funds for new construction in the recently purchased local annex buildings and interstate satellite kliniken, as well as the upcoming media events. Plus I need ein dress for this party on freitagabend. She’d be expected to go. She put away the phone and allowed herself a rare, little smile. It was strange. As a previous recipient of a Program variant, years ago, Kathe was mostly immune to the psychological influence of Subject MM1-A. Like the other Program agents embedded here, she hadn’t been drawn as strongly into the social group that had formed, partly by design. She didn’t go to their house parties, she didn’t go out to the bars. She was not only nearly twenty years older than most of them, but she had known she should try not to get too attached. But she couldn’t help but admit that she had developed an affinity for the girl, for the hive, and - admittedly - for the male. Well, haha, maybe more than mere affinity. The visions had started as dreams, as fantasien, and the urges began soon after she started here, but always involved him…

<<image removed, tumblr guidelines. Kathe tending to him. See Patreon :) >>

...But she knew she could not allow her urges to keep her from her tasks, at least for now. She was beginning to get an idea what this bienenstock could become, and the heights to which they were all about to arise. This weekend's festivities would be a celebration of that, but just the beginning.

And, plus, the new busengröße will look nice in a little black dress.

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Growing into the Job, Post 385: Interlude (Reflections)

Bad fucking day not to wear that expandable bra, Randi thought to herself, snapping the straps of her cute, newly-puchased but obviously soon-to-be-obsolete 34FF back into place under her little black dress. The Bliss had come just a few minutes ago - a pretty good one, those two must have had some fun once we left them back there in her office - and everything seemed tight. But she couldn’t concern herself with her bra or shoes; there was suddenly more shit to do. Long ago self-diagnosed as a chronic underachiever (soccer player and student-government treasurer until, she fully admits, she discovered weed sophomore year), Randi Mongillo did not come to these new responsibilities naturally. But someone has to fucking do it, get on this CiCi thing before it explodes. She ran her tongue over her teeth, extended it out a good four inches in a stretch, and made her decision. I’ll text Amelia...

Good day to wear this new expandable bra, Amelia Eklund thought to herself, having just gotten back to “work” after the moments of Bliss. Patients had more-or-less been rescheduled for the day because of the photoshoot, and there wasn’t much to do. But yeah, she agreed with Randi - they had to tell Melissa about the video, what they’d seen that Cynthia (was that her name? did she still work here?) chick doing to his apartment. Melissa wouldn’t be happy, but whatever.

The sense of responsibility she felt these days was unusual for her, but felt somehow familiar. Like an old jacket she’d found in an attic, it fit but needed some air. Amelia had felt like an underachiever for years now, ever since she’d been forced to come home from the middle of her second year at UC Irvine’s Criminal Justice program when her parents had gotten sick and could no longer pay her bills. Money had disappeared into their medical care and when they finally both passed she’d found herself just another semi-educated Hooters waitress that used what little inheritance she had on implants. She’d given up, at some point, on school or any real semblance of a career. Even with this job she’d been making just enough to get by, pay for food, makeup, whatever. Maybe she’d started saving a little. Manicures had been getting expensive.

Bills, though, were no longer a problem with all the cam money she was making. She was now making tons of money. Returning to school someday - which she once considered impossible - seemed like a reasonable idea again, after this streaming thing played itself out. Yeah, there’d been a new sense of motivation inside Amelia for a couple months now, something in fact that went even beyond school and career.

As much as she’d be loathe to admit it, she felt it. She felt it herself and saw it inside all her friends here, a burgeoning purpose for something bigger than just personal growth (though there was a lot of that too haha). They were part of something, something becoming huge, something becoming powerful. Not just the Movement, either. Not just women taking over the fucking world (which, really, they’d already done). There was something here, in their group of girls, something centered around Melissa that was on the brink of becoming enormous. It was there, deep in her bones, and it felt good, even better than money.

But, anyway, a little raise couldn’t hurt either…

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Growing into the Job, Post 384: After the Lawyers

“Thank you ladies,” Melissa called, just as the last of the girls - Lakshmi, Randi and Josie - were stepping out of the room. The rest of the staff had filtered out a few minutes earlier, Sheryl’s team of attorneys a little while before that. That left Melissa and I alone here in her office. It was almost 1pm. “Close the door behind you, will you?” she asked them, from where she sat.

The door shut, pulled closed by Lakshmi. Melissa pressed a button under her desk and, with a <click>, a lock slid into place.

For some reason I shivered.

I was looking down, at a thin yellow paper trapped underneath Melissa’s foot under her desk. I was weirded out, confused, made to feel pretty helpless. What had just happened? I’d been doing pretty okay, I thought, during the photoshoot earlier. But then, this whole thing with those guys, the lawyers? What had they tried to do? Take me into their custody? They had all these accusations about human rights violations, zoning violations, illegal use of dangerous substances. They were even trying to call us out on “domestic terrorism” charges and had all sorts of warrants and writs. But, yeah, what freaked me out the most about them is that these attorneys and their toadie of a police officer seemed prepared to take me away, ‘for my own protection’. Why was everyone trying to ‘protect’ me??

But did I..need it? Protection from…what was happening? Should I have..?

Again, I was confused. What was happening? Were they right? Maybe I…I…maybe I was in danger. I mean, so much weird stuff was happening, all around me…and to me. Was there something happening that I didn’t realize or understand, that these guys did? If it hadn't been for Sheryl’s squad of blonde attorneys swooping in, I may have had to go with those guys. Would that have been better? Especially since the women seemed to know about the emails from that ‘Anderson’ guy.

The paper under Melissa’s foot: it was left behind, from the stack of one of the male attorneys. When the men all dropped their papers, shocked by Melissa’s appearance, they’d been commanded to ‘leave them’. How had Melissa done that? And what was up with her voice, changing like that, being so…powerful? It had shook something deep inside me - inside every man in the room at the time. It had been so easy to just…listen. Later, the papers were gathered up by Sheryl’s attorneys who’d told us that they’d: “sort through these, see who else downtown allowed this to happen, who signed all these things.”

But they missed one. It had slid under the desk, a single sheet, and was now pinned under Melissa’s massively high heel shoe.

From where she sat, she looked up at me. She cocked her head, and I could tell from her expression that she was worried about me, concerned. But there was something else. “What are you looking at, sweetie?” she asked.

“There’s a, uh, paper, one of the ones the guys dropped, under your desk,” I muttered in reply.

She paused, pondering for a moment while she considered something, shifted her legs under her desk. “Can you get it for me?” Melissa asked.

“S-sure,” I complied. I stooped down to get it, needing to scoot under her desk on her left, on my hands and knees and finding myself in sudden close space, up close and personal with her legs. She was wearing tight gray slacks, and had her right leg crossed over her left at the thigh. The thin material was riding up her right lower leg a bit, exposing her pretty ankle and highlighting her tendons and the musculature of her calf. I gulped, suddenly struck by the size of her foot. It was only inches from my face, and it was huge! Her black designer pump dangled a bit casually from her toes, and the paper was trapped under her left high heeled foot, which was planted on the floor.

Sheryl’s team was, yes, a hundred times more prepared and had all sorts of information. They’d come with documents of consent for the missing construction workers, copies of very recently changed zoning regulations, and all the rubber stamped approvals necessary for hazardous chemicals. But these guys had seemed to have pretty official-looking stuff, too.

“Can you, uh, move your foot?”

She didn’t, at first, instead asking a question:

“Sweetie,” she said, from where she sat above me, as I knelt at her feet, “Do you promise me you won’t talk to that man again?”

I looked at her foot, her huge foot in her huge high heel. She was lazily rolling it, at the ankle.

“I, uh, yes, sure,” I answered, becoming mesmerized by it. “But, like I told the lawyers, he’s sent me emails, but I never responded to h-”

“Just don’t read them,” she said, her giant leg, ankle, foot tensing under the table with me, as if swelling with strength, “I don’t want you to read them, and I want you to tell me if you get any more.” Fuck her leg looked strong, and she was letting me admire it, them…her legs and feet.

“o-of course…” I stammered.

Satisfied, Melissa lifted her left foot just enough for me to slide the paper out from under it. I saw it was some court paper, a yellow duplicate. Several signatures were scribbled across the bottom, dated today. I slid the paper towards myself, across the elegant hardwood of her office floor, and gathered it to my chest. Backwards I scuttled, away from her legs, and stood once I was out from under her desk.

I handed the paper, half-crinkled, to Melissa.

“Thank you sweetie,” she smiled, placing it to the side, on her desk. Then she looked back at me, now with honest concern. She cocked her head again, studied my expression. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I told her, “I’m just…still a little freaked out.” I paused. “I guess I’m a little afraid of lawyers.” I meant it as a lame joke, but for a moment the spectre of Sheryl hovered above us, in the room.

“Awww, I’m sorry baby,” she purred with a pout, “I’m sorry you’re frightened.” Melissa’s hands came up to rest on my shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, and I began to get lost in their greens, their hazels, their browns. Flecks of gold glittered in her eyes, maybe more than I’d ever noticed before. She graced me with her warmest smile, dimples carving her cheeks. “You still look very handsome.”

“Th-thank you,” I replied, seeing a reflection of myself in her dark pupils. She’d removed my suit jacket from me earlier, taken off my tie. With her strong hands she now began to rub my shoulders.

“You’re tense,” she told me.

My eyes fluttered. That feels good. “I, um…yeah…”

She rubbed my shoulders some more, watched me close my eyes, draw in a deep breath of her perfume. After a few moments, she spoke again.

“Did you like watching me today, with the little lawyers?” she asked me, “Did you like seeing me take charge like that?”

I spoke before thinking. “Oh my god yes.”

I heard her make a little noise, maybe a chuckle.

“You like when I’m bossy, huh?”

Despite myself, I groaned behind my closed eyes. The feel of her hands, rubbing my shoulders, was mesmerizing, relaxing.

“It’s okay. Men really listen to me when I talk like that, they do,” she continued, “it’s like my big-mom voice haha. I can just tell the boys what to do, how to behave. I’ve been practicing, downstairs.”

“Haha yeah…” I agreed - though at the time I didn’t put together what she was talking about. All I knew was that her fingers felt great, working at my tense upper arms. “Yeah…” I opened my eyes, a slit, and found myself staring at her tits. They were huge, swelling inside her crisp gray blouse. Perfectly massive, round, stretching the fabric taut and buttons near to bursting. In fact, I think she’d undone one for me.

“You like that?” she asked, “You like seeing how big my ‘powers of persuasion’ are getting?”

“Uh…uh huh…” I nodded. Was she still talking about her voice? I felt wobbly on my feet, but she was holding me up.

“You like how they give me so much power over men?”

“y-yeah…”

“That’s good, sweetie,” she said, and thought for a moment. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? Boss you around too, hm?”

“Y-yeah, please.”

Melissa giggled, amused. “Oh my god you’re too adorable,” she gushed. The golden sparkle in her eyes had grown brighter; she was just so beautiful. “Okay we’ll let’s start like this. It´ll be easier for me to give you a massage if you´re sitting on my lap.”

With that, she pushed herself away from her desk, uncrossed her legs and patted her big, strong thighs. “Okay little man, up,” she directed.

‘Little man’? Yes, she’d called me ‘little man’, but with the change in timbre of her voice - a subtle deepening - it didn’t bother me at all. She was telling me what to do, and I liked it. Without hesitation I turned and - with the help of her strong hands under my arms - boosted myself up onto her lap. Facing away from her, I sank just a bit into the cushioning flesh of her hugely muscular thighs, ready for my massage.

She steadied me with hands on my shoulders. “Ok, let´s get you comfortable,” she said with a soft, sensuous tone behind my right ear as her hands slid across my chest to the first button of my shirt. One-by-one she began to undo them, exposing my thin chest. “Now, you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” she began, tenderly, as she continued to unbutton my shirt, “You’ll do what I tell you?”

“y-yeah, sure…” I answered, “I will.”

“I don’t need to use my perfumes on you? Or talk to you in my super-voice? You’ll just do what I say, because you’re a good boyfriend?” She’d reached the last of my buttons, and my shirt had fallen open.

“Uh huh…yes,” I said, maybe a little confused but focused more on the warmth of her big legs, the promise of my bared skin and her gentle hands than what she was actually saying. Sunlight crossed her office in long beams.

“I can be bossy with you, because you like being bossed around, don’t you?” she continued, now peeling my shirt back, pulling it down off my right shoulder. “You like being bossed around by ladies, by dominant women, hm?”

“I…I do…” I admitted, god help me. I pulled my right arm from out of my shirt, with her help.

“And I am the dominant one here, aren’t I? In our relationship? In the office…” she pressed, helping me now remove my left arm from my shirt, “…in your life?” There was a latent excitement in her voice, I could hear it under its calm, placid surface; she was getting as turned on by this as I was. “I’m the alpha, the alpha woman. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you. I have more money, more potential. I’m being given all the authority. Everyone’s beginning to listen to me, now, even you.” She paused. “Especially you.”

“y-yeah, yes,” I agreed, as I pulled my left arm finally out of my shirt, “Y-you’re the alpha, Melissa.” I was saying, I knew what to say, everything she wanted to hear. It was her dream, her fantasy, to succeed, to be the boss. And I was more than happy to be her simp, her underling here. But we were just playing, right?

Carefully, she folded my little-boy dress shirt and put it on the desk beside us, to our right.

“Tell me that again, Jay,” she breathed into my right ear, as from behind her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulders.

“Y-y-you’re the b-boss,” I repeated, my voice shaking in my now crippling arousal, “you’re the boss, Melissa.”

“Mmmm that’s right,” she purred, “I like hearing you say my name. I like you knowing your place.” With that she began, gently, to rub my shoulders again. “Okay, dear, now I´ll try to be gentle,” she started, “just let me know if I get too carried away, okay?”

“o-okay,” I agreed, shocked at how big her hands felt on my bare shoulders - they covered them like little apples - but the difference in our sizes didn’t bother me at the moment. I was already lost in the luxury of her attention, her lap. Though the office air was cool on my naked upper torso, her warmth kept me from being uncomfortable. Still, I had to resist the urge to nuzzle, to bury myself back into her warm, soft chest. I felt her begin to massage me, gently, and speak down to me.

“You´re so tense, hm?” she purred, slowly starting to work on the knots that lived in my upper back, “You’re worried, hm, aren’t you? All the time?”

It felt as if something had caught in my throat, but her comforting hands and tender voice were opening me up, already. I am worried. I’m worried all the time. “y-yeah, kinda…”

“Aww I’m sorry. Is it because of work?” she asked, though not expecting an answer. She could read me like a book, by this point, and knew my worries went way beyond the day-to-day of the office. Her hands, firmly, were taking control of my gathered stress, of all the tension in my shoulders and back. “Don't fret,” she continued, “everything's fine, I´ve got you. You shouldn't worry about anything.”

“Mmmmm….” I hummed, like a satisfied sigh. I was beginning to relax, for sure, allowing myself to enjoy the massage. My eyes were closed but I could picture it all. Her hands were so big, they had everything under control. She knew I was stressed, and was concerned about my state of mind. But you also know how to get me to relax.

“That’s right, sweetie, relax, just relax,” she assured me, “Work´s fine. The world’s fine. You’re fine. And I´m here to help you out. Cooking, cleaning, protecting you. Managing everything. You´re not alone, don’t worry…”

I sighed again, and let myself enjoy the warm strength of her hands, which now came over my shoulders and were slowly rubbing my chest. I listened to her tender cooing as her hands kept massaging me, slowly inching downwards, towards my-

I suddenly shook, eyes shooting open when fingers brushed my belly.

“Haha wow,” she giggled, “You just got so tense again! Was it something I said?” She growled a little purr, and continued to dance her painted fingertips across my abdomen. Her giggles came again as I fought back from outright moaning. I’m sure she saw it, the boner that ran down my right pant leg and how it was surging, now, desperately eager for her touch. It threatened to tear itself loose up out of my slacks as her fingers grew closer, teasing it. “It’s hard to relax with that, hm?”

“unnngh…yeah…” I groaned. Electricity ran through my spine as Melissa’s hands, now both fully stroking my belly, made me quiver.

“That erection is so big,” she purred, both our eyes now focused on the thick, linear bulge that reached nearly to my knee. “And you just woke up a little while ago. You haven’t had any relief today yet, have you?”

“n-n-no…” I answered, barely able to speak as the brush of her fingertips kept my insides in knots.

“Are we gonna have to put you on a schedule soon? Hm?” she asked, mischief in her voice, “So you don’t have to deal with this…you poor thing.”

“uuuhh…” wh-what? What was she implying?

“Well, I can help fix, can’t I?” she said, fingers now moving down to take the buckle of my belt, “Will you let me do that?”

“y-y-y-y…” I couldn’t even get the word out, and dissolved into a moan as I let my eyes close.

“There we go, that´s right, you need it don't you?” she cooed, as she undid my belt, my button, and went deftly for my fly, “You just lay back and let Melissa take care of you. Clear your mind, close your eyes and enjoy.”

I was too big, nine inches and thick as a squash, for her to just pull me up and out of my boxers. I needed to raise my hips, let her pull my pants down. They slid down my knees, pooled at my pale ankles. I was naked now, in full, cock standing out of my body like a flagpole. I sat on her lap like a child.

Behind me, she was unbuttoning her blouse.

“Now, sweetie, let’s begin,” she began, as her right hand slid back down my body and grasped my shaft. She giggled as I fought myself back from outright groaning and thrusting and trying to keep myself from bucking up into her hand. “Shhhhh, relax. I want you focused only on your breathing as my big lady hand rubs allllll your thoughts and worries away.”

Slowly, I let myself go. I closed my eyes, and felt Melissa’s other hand now come to rest on my chest. She was pulling me back, gently, into her. My head touched her boobs, and she pulled me in closer. Her chest began to mold itself around my head, the slick silk of her bra sliding over my hair, scalp. I was pulled in to my ears and then - her touch leaving my chest and coming to rest on my forehead - using just two fingers she pushed me completely in between her two big, huge boobs. I was surrounded and my world was suddenly one thing, her breasts. Melissa’s big, big breasts.

She giggled, and was looking down at me. “I can barely see you in there, now,” she laughed, “Just the top of your little head!” Her two digits had left my forehead and now stroked the top of my scalp, playing with my hair. “My cleavage just swallowed you right up.”

To that, I groaned, and bucked my hips into her right hand.

“Ooooo! You like that, hm?” she laughed, “You like the idea of my chest just - nom nom nom! - eating you up?” She pressed her breasts together with her arms, consuming me in further, her boobs bulging up over the crown of my head.

I felt the pressure of her breasts, one on each side of my face, squeezing me as she pressed her bosoms together. Again I bucked into her hand and - best I could - turned my face right, left, and right again, my mouth open, trying to get lips to skin.

“So squirmy!!” she laughed, holding me only tighter and then, suddenly, releasing my cock from her right hand. “Here, let’s do this, so you can’t get away…”

The next thing I felt, and kind of saw, was Melissa pulling the edges of her blouse back together. Stretching, tugging, struggling to get it to work but she did. She was able to pull her blouse closed, in front of my face and over her massive bosom. My body stiffened, straightened and tensed, but already I was trapped. One button, then two, she was-

“There you go…” she huffed, beginning to work on a third, “there you go..!”

Oh my god. I thrashed, but she held me tight.

She was buttoning me into her blouse.

“There you go!!” she finally laughed, satisfied that she had three buttons done, pinning me in, wrapping me bound completely into the space between her breasts. I was in there with her, in her shirt, her chest surrounding me and sharing the space with my head. It was warm, yes of course, warm and pillowy soft and it smelled like her. And now it was darker, what light I got was filtered through the gray fabric of her blouse. If I pulled forward some of it stretched across my nose, lips, chin, but she pushed me in deeper so all I felt was boob and bra. I saw how the buttons strained, stretched, how little windows of light were opened between their gaps. I had been struggling before but now I settled, resigning myself to my warm, pillowy prison. I was not going to escape.

“There you go…” she repeated one last time, now cooing to me, “there you go…” The right hand that had held me to her across my ribcage slowly left, while the other remained over her chest. I could see the shadows of her big fingers across the span of her button-gaps. “All snug you are, in there with me,” she purred, “Just like a big in a rug.”

I moaned, and breathed in the warm air from her skin. Sweat, perfume, sweetness in the dim light. Woman. I could feel my cock growing even harder, bobbing and weaving in the air and…nnnngh!!

I was in her hand again.

“Do you feel safe now, sweetie?” she asked me, as she slowly began to stroke.

‘Safe’? I felt surrounded, trapped, enveloped, nearly absorbed. I felt like a symbiote, a small thing latched into a larger creature. But, yes, I felt safe. “Y-yes,” I answered, from deep within her tits.

“Good,” she replied, voice muffled by her boobs but rumbling around my ears, “I’m going to keep you safe. Outsiders, men like those lawyers, men like the one that sent you those emails…Melissa’s going to protect you from them.”

I was silent, listening, slowly moving my hips now up into her hand, in the rhythm she was setting.

“But she wants to make sure her little man doesn't start being a bad boy,” she continued, her voice hypnotically seeping into my midbrain, “she wants you to stay her sweet, innocent boyfriend. Can you do that? Will you stay a good boy for Melissa?”

“y-y-yes,” I shuddered.

“Okay. So, from now on I don't want you talking to anyone from outside. No one else. Just me, and the girls, unless I give you permission. Okay?”

“o-okay…”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Her stroking had become slick, slick with my precum as she worked me in the palm of her hand.

“Good boy,” she cooed, dreamily now, “You are such a good boy.” Up and down, up and down, slowly still.

I was surrounded by pillowy softness and it was warm, so warm. Trapped in her top the scent of her breasts engulfed me, her skin wrapped around my face. I heard her giggle

“So, how is it in there, little man?” she purred, “You like being in between my big boobs? Inside my top with me?”

I could only groan in response.

“Sounds like you want to just move in and live in there,” she giggled, squeezing my playfully, “Maybe that can be arranged haha.”

oh god yes.

“Mmmmmm….” she purred, she cooed, she encouraged. She loved this, she loved enveloping me like this. She loved being bigger, she loved me being small. She wanted to be my whole world. “Am I wearing too much perfume, sweetie?”

Mmmm…no. You smell amazing, I marveled, bearing my nose up against her soft flesh and purposefully breathing her in. It made me shudder; I trembled in her hand. It felt so good. Please give me more?

“Oh, of course, sweetie.”

I shuddered again as, with my next breath, I was assaulted with an intense wave of her pheromonal scent. Her stroking gained sudden momentum; it now became faster.

“There you go,” she purred, now bringing me right towards my climax as my head - sandwiched between her tits, trapped within her crisp blouse - swam in her delirium, “You like that? You see what I can do for you? Anything you want…”

Her hand sped up, I began grunting in rhythm with my every feeble thrust.

“Why would you need anyone else anyway, talk to anyone else, when you’ve got me?” she said, “You’ve got me, you’ve got the girls. You’re protected, you’re surrounded. Surrounded by women that love you...”

Faster, faster.

“…surrounded by me.”

“oh god, oh god..!” I belched.

“That’s right, sweetie, that’s right,” she urged, drawing me even deeper into her chest, “Just sink in. Just let it go and sink in. I’ve got you…”

“Oh god..!”

“Let it go…”

“NnnnnnnggghhhhHHHHHHhhhhh…!!!”

My hips bucked, my loins exploded. I felt my balls - huge, swollen things - tense and then release, release, release. My shaft, in her strong grip, surged and erupted, sending what must have been an epic load soaring into the air. I felt it, in fact, splash down onto my naked hip, and then again onto my right thigh. I bucked, I lurched, I saw stars and lightning. I came and I came and I came, all under the command of her powerful hand.

“That’s right, that’s right baby,” she purred to me, in the throes of my orgasm, “let it all out.”

I was in the dark, of course, in the cave between my girlfriend’s enormous tits, but I knew her hand was urging from me the pent-up fluid that would - nnngh! nnngh! nnngh! - be making a huge, briny mess. I didn’t care, at first, but as my climax began to wane, I pictured what the scene must look like.

"That’s right, look at you. All bundled up in your girlfriend’s blouse, all wilted up on her lap,” she purred, “Now tell me. Tell me Jay. Who did this to you?" she asked. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"uughh…Melissa…" I croaked, “Melissa did this to me.”.

"That's right…that's right…keep saying my name."

“M-Melissa…Melissa…Melissa…”

Oh my god, I worried, as I felt the bliss leaving me, starting to feed all the women around me, in the building, in the office, making them all stronger, so much stronger compared to me, I’m so pathetic.

“Shhhh…shhh honey,” she assured me, “You’re fine, you’re exactly what we want…”

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thanks to Joshua67, ElephantPorn and especially RiF for ideas and guidance

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Growing into the Job, Post 383: More Lawyers!

“That. Was. Awesome!” sang Josie Jensen, medical assistant at what was at the time still Far Horizons Medical Associates.

“You made them look like little boys who, like, came in with the wrong homework," Shanette added, “they scampered away like little rats."

“They barely knew what to do with themselves,” said Stephanie.

Angie had slipped out, disappeared shortly after they did.

Smiling after a job well done, the lead of the female attorneys closed her smart leather briefcase which had been set on Melissa’s desk. Her team had just swooped in and sent the intruding male lawyers packing, demolished them with legalese..

“It’s awesome to watch men get totally emasculated, isn’t it?” agreed Randi. She cast an eye towards Dr. J, who was safe, being tended to by Melissa. He was stood next to where she sat, behind her huge desk. The giant woman was fawning over him, helping him remove his suit jacket and unbuttoning his collar.

“Yeah but I was looking forward to doing it ourselves,” the raven haired Marisela offered, half-dejected as she tried her best to ignore the feeling of what currently wanted to burst from her shoulder blades and out of her back. She’d liked this blouse, actually, and figured it’d be a bummer to see it ruined. “You people stole all our fun.”

“Totally,” Amelia agreed, “these nails have to be good for something. How’d you all get here so quick?”

“Attorney St. Clair has had us watching them for a while, shadowing them in the courts, so we knew exactly what they were doing,” said one of the other well-appointed attorneys, adjusting her jacket and crisp white blouse over a healthy bosom.

At his ex-wife Sheryl’s name, Dr. J’s ears pricked up. These new lawyer-women all apparently worked for her, and for all intents and purposes reminded him of her in her younger years. Jay knew Sheryl's corporate law practice had grown huge, but to command a hit-squad of lawyers like this, a team that could have been her younger sisters? That was weir-

Jay felt himself shiver as Melissa’s hand stroked the back of his head to settle him.

“We've been tracking them,” another blonde attorney continued, “After they managed to get the last of their warrants signed, we figured they were on their way here. We were following right behind them.”

Randi smiled, imagining the five of these blonde Sheryl clones with matching briefcases arriving at the parking lot, all popping out of a black Mercedes like clowns out of a clown car. Clowns in three-inch stilettos and armed with law degrees, d-cups and cease-and-desists. Those dweebs never knew what hit them.

“You seemed so prepared,” Lakshmi fawned, obviously impressed. It was almost a shame, how easily the female attorneys were able to get the men to leave. She and the others - Randi, Amelia, Josie, etc - had just started changing into…something. But now they were all back to normal. Pity.

“We were prepared, thank you,” another blonde attorney spoke up, “We saw the injunctions they’d put together, all under the authority of a minor judge from upstate. Judge Horace Smalls. We had our magistrates overrule all his warrants, throw out their motions, got new zoning laws signed.”

Marisela’s ears pricked up at the name.

“So…you had like ten times more paperwork from more powerful judges, basically,” Josie marveled, smiling.

“Esentiallly, yes,” answered the attorney, returning the smile, “our power and influence in the courts is growing every day. Soon mistakes like these won't be allowed to happen anymore”

That made Josie shiver. She almost groaned.

“So who were these douche bags anyway?” Randi asked with a curl to her lip, “And will they coming back?”

“Not them,” another lawyer answered, tucking a stray strand of blonde back up into her bun, “We have connections and’ll get them disbarred as soon as possible. They won’t bother you again, they're finished…maybe the judge, too. But there might be others.”

“From where?” someone asked.

“Well, it’s hard to really pin these cells down, they keep moving, but we’re starting to piece together the network that sent them and helped get them what they needed in court.”

“Should we have, I dunno, followed them?” Stephanie asked.

“Or kept them from leaving?” added Marisela, biting her plump lower lip.

“No,” answered the attorney, “If there are no sheep missing, no one goes hunting for the wolves. The plan is to let them head back to their little holes, report back to their handlers, watch the chatter. “But here, take this, keep these here,” she said, producing a small sheath of paperwork from her briefcase, “it’s a copy of our own restraining orders, in case they do come back. In the meantime we'll bury them in red tape. They shouldn't be able to do anything.” She handed the papers to Randi, closed her briefcase.

“I want them punished,” came Melissa's voice, soft and sudden and cutting through the room from behind the desk. She’d been petting Dr. J’s hair, holding him close and still looking at him. His eyes were on the floor; he was quietly listening. “They tried to take him. I want them all punished.”

A buzz went through the room. Josie’s hair writhed, Marisela’s teeth tingled anew. Dr J just stood there speechless, still marveling - though not at the attorneys’ legal prowess, but at the unspoken she-elephant in the room. What had his girlfriend Melissa just done? What sort of power had she commanded? Just ten minutes ago she’d stood, risen above them all and took charge of the room in a voice that rattled the walls like thunder. And just now she did it again with little more than a whisper. What the hell was happening?

“Are these, like, guys from those people that think they’re some sort of ‘resistance’?” Melissa asked. She sounded normal again, just a little pissed-off.

“We’re pretty certain, yes. There are a few of these anti-feminist cells in the state and we’re trying to identify some of the major players.”

“We’ll get to them all eventually,” another attorney assured her.

“Who are they??” Melissa asked, embers of a smoldering anger heating her voice, “Like, their names. Where do they live?”

“We’re slowly starting to put names to some of them, the people that organized this little stunt today,” said one of the attorneys, “One of them we know has been communicating with someone in this room…”

She looked at Dr. J...

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Growing into the Job, 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. Her shoes became tight.

“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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Growing into the Job, Post 381: Photoshoot for Channel 5

“Wow you’re all so gorgeous,” Alicia Ray, new morning anchor at Channel 5 said as the small crowd of girls rearranged themselves at her photographer's direction. Since some of these photos were going to be used over the next couple of days, they’d decided to do this photoshoot in the waiting room of the old clinic, and wait for this weekend for the reveal of the new construction. “Your boyfriends are all so lucky!”

“Pffft… ‘boyfriends’?” Randi Mongillo chuckled, “that’s rich.” For today she’d dressed in a smart, simple black dress that showed off her nice legs, knowing there’d be cameras. She’d helped organize all this, the press for the grand opening, and would be half-glad when it was all over.

“Oh, no boyfriends?” Alicia asked, dropping an extra dash of incredulity into her voice. Despite her new job as an anchor, she was here at this medical building on a regular reporting assignment. In the end the higher-ups had wanted her to cover this personally, even though it was obviously beneath her. Honestly, as far as she was concerned, it should have gone to Aly or Julie or some other reporter. Though she knew she had to focus on the assignment, there was also another reason for her to be here. After they were finished with this photo shoot for the stills they needed, and she’d done a couple quick interviews and some filler for the B-roll, she had an appointment in the clinic. She’d be getting her treatment, her next injection of this stuff that was making her prettier, more charismatic, more magnetic on cam behind the news desk. She knew she had it to thank for her recent advancements at the station, the squad of girls she was assembling like Aly and Julie and Marta, and for the whispers she was hearing of further promotions. Her imminent rise into the upper atmosphere of national news, she’d been told, could be meteoric if she played her cards smart.

(Wait meteors go down, right?)

“Some of us had boyfriends before coming to work here,” answered Josie, also dressed up for the day and not wearing her typical scrubs. “Like, Stephanie,” she began, “Whatever happened to that guy you were dating from the gym?”

“Yeah I ended that shit, told him to find another place to work out,” responded the shapely blond gym bunny. She’d been posed to sit on the arm of a chair here in the office waiting room, to show off her muscular calves.

“And Amelia, you were dating, like, three guys, right?”

The platinum blond beauty, statuesque in a plunging green dress that would have been mini on a girl six inches shorter, shrugged. She continued looking at her nails.

“And Julia, didn't you dump Mark?” Angie asked. Not invited to the shoot, she was here anyway in her black, ribbed sweater; she’d removed the weird shoulder pads. She’d been the one to pick up Dr. J’s suit from the tailor, so she figured she deserved to be included. “I did the same with AJ.”

“Doctor Ja-…uh, this job is enough work for all of us haha,” Josie told Alicia, “We don’t need outside boyfriends that need us to take care of them, too.”

“Shanette has Scottie?” asked Bobbi, from behind the reception desk. The photographer, a sweaty little guy in his twenties, was snapping some stills of her and Brittni. She could tell that he thought she was cute.

“Yeah they’re dating?” added Brittni.

“Yeah I don’t know if I’d call it ‘dating’ anymore,” Shanette chimed in. “He’s adorable, but more like, I dunno. He’s like practice, like a substitute for…oh, here he is now!”

‘OOOOoooooOOOoooo!!’ cooed the whole crowd of them, the waiting-room full of staff members who’d been asked to the photoshoot (and Angie).

“Who’s this handsome man?”

“Look at you!”

“Dr. J you look so nice!!”

The man, a short man in a suit and tie, came into the room where his patients usually sat and waited before their appointments. He tried to get his bearings. Most of the chairs had been pushed off to the side. There was camera equipment, some portable, stand-up lights, and a gaggle of gorgeous women.

“Okay well here we are!” announced the shapely news reporter, as she stepped towards the man, “Now we can get started. Hello Doctor, I’m Alicia Ray. I don’t think we’ve met.” She extended her hand.

Wow her grip is strong, Dr J noted, shaking the news lady’s hand. This woman, taller than him by a foot, was gorgeous in heavy makeup and a red sheath of a dress that hugged her buxom figure. Though he hadn’t seen her as a patient himself, he knew she’d been a study subject here, recognizing her name from charts and her face from the late-night news. Whether her appearance was natural for her or the “supplements” were doing her a world of good, everything about this woman - from her dark mane of hair to her shapely legs - was striking. There was something else about her, too, that brought Melissa to mind and suddenly he found himself looking about the room and wondering. Where is she? I thought she’d be here. His level of anxiety began to grow.

After a few barks at her squirrel of a photographer, Alicia had the photoshoot in full swing. The bunch of them, grouped together, posing.

“CHEESE!” Josie called.

“Say ‘Cheese’ Doctor J,” someone else directed.

The bunch of them were giggling, laughing. Alicia had them all in a good mood - aside from the doctor, who still looked a little nervous. Shanette had been licking her fingers, and continued to try fixing his hair. Shoes were changed, tops adjusted, hair fluffed, and lipstick reapplied. The estrogen levels in the room seemed to be climbing by the minute and Dr J - along with the wobegon, gangly photographer - was just trying to keep his head above water, swimming in it.

“C’mon ladies, stick ‘em out,” Alicia sang, as more flashes went off, “if there’s one thing our male viewers like it’s BOOBS.”

Laughter filled the room and Dr J was suddenly hit by a face-full of Lakshmi’s chest. “Oh, I am sorry Doctor!” she exclaimed, making Josie hold back a giggle and Amelia let loose a full-on snort.

“Patrick remember, your job is on the line,” Alicia suddenly snapped, as the photographer struggled with one of his reflector umbrellas, “There are at least five girl interns who could take your place, probably do a better job.”

“Yes yes okay Ali-....ma’am,” he answered.

Brittni and Bobbi giggled.

“Is Melissa coming?” Dr. J finally asked, as the news reporter was taking a moment to straighten his tie.

“Maybe in a bit,” Alicia replied, stepping back to get out of the shot, “we’re doing a whole separate piece on her, so I already have a lot of her stills. But getting her in a group shot would be nice. Okay, everyone - ready? Pose!

“Cheese!!” sang Josie

Dr. J stood as straight as he could, but between Amelia and Shanette he felt like a dwarf.

The flashes went off. Again. Again and again. Girls were rearranged, Dr. J now made to sit in front of them all. Someone had said they should put him on Lakshmi’s lap, and everyone laughed. More flashes. At Alicia’s command, the photographer began showing the early pics, the results of his efforts, to her and the other girls on a connected tablet.

“Omigod, Dr. J, look at you!” Josie squealed, “it’s like you’re so different than the rest of us here now!”

“Yeah you’re so small,” Julia beamed, “So little and silly.”

”You’re like our goofy little play-man,” said Marisela, dressed in a bursting blouse which showed off cleavage and her tattoos. She’d been pretty quiet, up to this point.

“ooooo you could be our little mascot!” Josie suggested.

“Oh yea! That’d be so cool!”

“Haha our little man-mascot!”

“Our ‘man-scot’!”

More laughter, which both made his skin crawl and his cock thicken.

“Would you like that?” Randi asked, voice smoky, cocking her head.

Some girls began laughing. Some were more reflective, thinking of the possibility.

“No, seriously,” Randi cut back in, placing her hand on her boss’ shoulder but speaking to the group, “What if we used him like a mascot? Like, bring him around with us when we do these appearances they want us to do, show him off?” She was ‘Director of Social Media’ and her wheels were turning.

“You mean at, like, these new satellite clinics they want to open? That we’re going to be traveling to? Maybe we can take him with us?!?”

“Yeah they want me to go to the Far Horizons opening in Cleveland. I wouldn't mind some company,” Josie said.

“I’m going to Duluth.”

“They bought me a ticket to fucking Omaha,” drawled Amelia, checking the meticulously manicured nails of her right hand. She herself had already been considering bringing him on-cam with her, in one of her daily streams. The tips would be amazing; she knew her viewers would love to see him dwarfed. They’d already started asking for it.

“I do not know if Melissa would like that, come to think of it,” Lakshmi offered, “him traveling without her?”

“Yeah you’re right Kiki,” Stephanie answered, “She’s gone pretty mama-bear these days.”

This whole time Dr. J had been stammering, trying to break into the conversation, but it was to no avail and he couldn't work up the nerve to raise his voice. This whole ‘mascot’ idea was dehumanizing enough (they couldn’t be serious, right?) but…huh?? Far Horizons was turning into a - what? - a chain? A franchise? This was the first he was hearing about ANY of this. What was happening?? He had to talk to Sheryl and find out what was going on.

In the meantime the girls continued to talk over him, leaving him to stutter in his disbelief.

“After Amelia’s clip went viral he is kinda famous,” Randi posited, “We could use that, actually make him into a mascot.”

“Let’s talk to Lexi,” Josie suggested, “She’s our Marketing department, right?”

“I think they’re hiring her three new girls for her…”

“We could use his pictures in our new ads…”

“These are all great ideas, ladies!” Alicia Ray lauded, privately considering how she could use it, use this shrunken little twerp of a doctor to Channel 5’s - and her own - advantage. A private photoshoot maybe? A private, exclusive, interview, by her? That might do the trick. Especially if she had the right camera angles, him sitting alongside her. Or, maybe even better, she thought, if I got him to sit on my lap as we talked.

“We’re trying to expand? Hire even more girls?” Shanette offered, “That’d bring them in. They’d want the job just to see him.”

“Imagine how many clients we could get into the Evolution clinics in the new wing?” Stephanie suggested. She was being moved to the physical training department as a manager, and would be excited to be busy. Nothing helps motivate a girl to get big in the gym better than seeing a four-foot-eight twerp of a man walk in.

Suddenly, the door to the main hallway opened up, and Aubrey stepped in. She’d been asked to be in the photoshoot but had declined out of shyness. Something about the look on her face made everyone stop, and turn towards her.

“Um, guys,” she announced, her voice shaking with worry, “A bunch of men in suits just came in. They have a bunch of papers. They say they’re lawyers...”

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