“How did…mmmmf!..how did this get up here??” I grumbled to myself, as I strained and stretche
“How did…mmmmf!..how did this get up here??” I grumbled to myself, as I strained and stretched, reaching for my coffee mug on the highest of two shelves over the sink. I had the pot set up already, brewing, here by myself in the break room. I needed my coffee, but first I needed my mug. It was just out of reach, my fingers just grazing it.My weird morning just seemed to be getting weirder. I’d felt ‘off’, getting out of bed, getting ready for the day in my apartment. My shoes fit weird. Heck, everything fit weird. The world just looked a little different, a little foreign to me. My apartment, my office - all strangely altered. There was the odd note from CiC-…Cynthia. And then this.“Inconsiderate…who put it way…up…here?” I asked the empty room. Would I actually need to get a chair to stand on to get my coffee mug? And there were a couple other mugs up here, those of some of the girls in the office - how did anyone else reach them?? “I’ve..almost..got i-““I’ve got it,” I heard, from behind me, as suddenly I felt it, the unmistakable press of a tall, soft woman, a body pushed up against my back, a hand on my waist….My bones shook, inside and out, and I immediately drew breath sharply. The perfume: I knew who it was, without a doubt. I watched her right arm reaching up, her hand past mine, easily taking hold of the white ceramic mug that had been my goal. “World’s Best Boss.” It had been a gift, from her.“Here you go, little guy,” Melissa purred, her breasts warm and huge on the back of my neck, holding the mug, her hand, her arm in the same position, next to mine.Wordlessly, it was a comparison, something for me to see: her reach was far, far beyond mine, her big hand, her larger arm, next to mine, making me look puny. It was like she was letting me look at it, take the time to consider it, appreciate and accept it - the difference in our sizes - before she finally lifted the mug and brought it down, in front of me, setting it on the countertop. I brought my arm down, too. ”Is that better?” she asked.“y-yeah…” I stammered, still half in shock, and still plastered against the countertop by the warm press of her body behind me. She was must have been wearing some sort of knit sweater, or sweaterdress, I could feel it’s fabric on the back of my neck and she felt so soft. I knew I should protest, I knew I should get out of there, but I didn’t. “Th-thanks, Melissa…”“No problem,” she drawled, now if anything pressing even firmer into me, reaching with her right hand onto the counter to the coffee maker, in front of us, to take hold of the pot.“I…I can do that…” I said, hearing how small my voice sounded and seeing how, apparently, she’d decided to fix my coffee for me.“Don’t be silly, I’ve got it,” she said, from above me, behind me. I both heard her voice and felt it vibrating in her strong chest and lungs at my back, and I watched as she competently poured the hot, dark coffee into my mug - though she filled it barely halfway, I noticed.“‘World’s Best Boss’,” she recited, giggling, “I’m so happy you’re using my present.” She chuckled again, replacing the coffee pot and rubbing her big, soft tits playfully into my neck and shoulders while repeating “World’s…Best…Boss!”“M-M-Melissa..!” I protested, finally, awkwardly pulling down and away from her as best I could. Yes, my complaint sounded less than emphatic, but what was she doing?! Goofing around is one thing, but we were at work! What if the staff saw us like this! Or or or…my wife! It was humiliating, but god fuck christ it felt good, being sandwiched against her softness, pinned to the counter by her womanly body. I stood there, frozen, and felt her cloud of perfume start to settle over me. I knew what that, the scent of her, could do to my resolve. I knew my own weaknesses, and began to get more anxious.“Oh I’m just teasing…” she chided, pulling me back into herself but then reaching with her left hand for the tall sugar dispenser, causing her left breast to mush warmly into my ear. “Tell me when, sweetie,” she asked, as she poured the sugar. Her right hand held my mug; I was encircled by arms, embraced.“Uhh that’s…” I tried, as I watched the white sugar flow…and flow…and flow. She knew I usually took half a teaspoon. “…that’s, uh-” More sugar dumped in, and more. I didn’t have the will to protest; the voluptuous press of her body had me silenced. With her effectively around me, I was beginning to feel enveloped.“That’s enough?” Melissa finally chirped, shaking the container one final time, then returning it to the counter. “And how ‘bout some milk?”“y-yes please,” I answered, as already she had the carton of creamer in hand. The top popped, and soon my cup was filled, nearly more half-and-half than coffee, a light brown approaching tan. Again I didn’t argue; god help me I was actually starting to like it this way.I watched as, with both hands, she lifted the mug in front of me, above me. Breasts squashing into my nape even more as she leaned in, she blew on my coffee with a long, slow breath. The scent of her shampoo washed over me as her long, soft hair cascaded over the left side of my face.“We don’t want it to be too hot, now, do we?” she asked, and I heard her take a sip, over my head, sampling it as her mane tickled me. “Perfect,” she finally chirped, “just the way you like it. Here, try…” with that, she lowered the mug down to me, held it right in front of my face.I goggled at the luridly red mark on the white ceramic of the rim, a smeared kiss she was bringing to my lips. “M-Meliss-“ I began to protest, but was stifled with a hush.“Ssshhh it’s just my lipstick,” she answered, and in less than a moment she had it to my mouth, tilting the mug for me so I could gently have a sip. I tasted her lipstick first - an oily, fragrantly feminine smear that made my head swim, and then the coffee.“I-it’s good…” I offered, when she took the mug away. I felt myself blushing at the ignominy and trying to recover as the warm liquid passed down into me. Sweet, milky, it relaxed me.“Good,” she replied, “would you like some more?”Before I could think I was answering. “s-s-sure…” I said, and was met again with not only another taste but a gentle embrace. She had pulled me in, closer this time, to feed me my mil-…my coffee. She held me there, as I sipped, and I heard her chest rumble, her bosom molding around my neck and head as she purred over me.“That’s good, hmmmm?” she asked, and I felt her strong hips and thighs pushing me into the countertop. She purred again, and rather than trying to squirm away, I sensed myself starting to melt into her enveloping embrace. I shuddered, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by her bigger, softer body, unable to resist. “This is how you like it, hm?” she asked as, feeding me another sip, she pressed me even harder into the counter, “Warm and sweet…”“y-y-yesss…” I managed, hearing too much arousal, too much enthrallment, in my stammering voice. God, she was being aggressive today, and as my will and restraint was crumbling my body was responding. An erection was already forming, squashed through my khakis into the cabinet and I was ready, just about ready, to place my hands back, onto her thick thighs, and pull her more into me. “please….”That brought her a giggle.She backed away, and I felt my heart drop. What had I been hoping for?? In my discomposure, I turned around, my jaw quivering, to face her. Indeed, she was wearing a grey sweater dress that was just plastered to her superhuman curves, and a pair of heels that was adding a good three or four inches to her height. Good god she was tall…I looked up, and up, and up…“Well good morning…”========================thanks to Beetlebomb for the magnificent images! If you don’t know his stuff already, check out his DA or Patreon, where we have another collaborative project (”Maria’s Ascension”) going. -- source link