“Wow Missy…I saw your new insta post. Did you just take it? So hot.”Josie McFarland could not believe how amazing her friend looked tonight, sitting at the bar next to her. A casual evening out for drinks with some girls from work and Melissa might as well have been a goddess. Effortlessly glam with hair done up, makeup casually flawless, and filling this evening’s little black dress to bursting, she had already drawn the eyes of most guys in the place. Always a self-assured girl with regards to her looks, Melissa’s confidence had recently blossomed, and Josie had to admit it was a thing to behold…“ooooo thank youuuuu,” Melissa cooed, smiling beatifically at her friend of several years, “I had to post it . I felt cute.” “It has like a thousand likes already, after just an hour,” Josie said, feeling a strange thrill shiver through her. Expecting the other girls soon, Josie genuinely liked having Melissa to herself for a little bit. She always felt the two of them had a special connection. “I’m still, like, surprised you made your account public. Remember? Last time you did this?”“MmmHmm…” Melissa purred, mischievous eyes glittering over her cocktail glass as she sipped at her straw. She didn’t want to ruin her lipstick, in case she wanted to send him pictures, later.“Didn’t things start…y’know?” Josie continued, obviously hinting at an unspoken secret, voice dropping closer to a covert whisper, “Happening? Why you had to shut it down?” “Haha yeah…” Melissa replied, putting her glass onto the cardboard coaster. She’d ordered a Bahama Mama, her new favorite. ”Aren’t you worried? Won’t it…happen again?” Josie asked, tucking a wave of her long, dark brown hair behind one ear. Younger than Melissa by four years at 22, and always considered “the baby” of the group, Josie nonetheless felt concern for her friend. Concern, but also a newly-budded sense of excitement. “Y’know, if you start getting too…popular?”“Yeah maybe….” Melissa answered, thoughtfully stirring her drink with her straw, “but I’m not worried.” She paused, again in thought. “I’m not going to shut it down this time.”Josie felt another flash of thrill run through her. ”Omigod…for real?” Her own drink, a pink something-or-other, sat forgotten on the bar, ice just beginning to melt. She loved talking to Melissa about this, she’d found.“Yeah I decided…at least for now,” Melissa continued, “I’m gonna…flex a little, and see what happens…” She smiled, unconsciously straightening in her seat and again drawing some furtive stares, this time from down the bar. “…maybe fill out a bit more.”“Oh, shit, Missy…if you get more and more clout…” Josie gaped, unable herself to keep from marveling at her friend’s prodigious chest, much of which was on display above her plunging neckline, “haven’t you already been, like-?” She didn’t quite know the words to use, voice trailing off. She was picturing it - with her figure, what Melissa could do. Every new follower is like another little bit more Melissssy. A hundred. A thousand. A hundred thousand. “You’re already getting so tall…”“I know, right? ”Josie couldn’t keep the awe from her voice, and spoke softly. “I hope you get ten million followers.”“Omigod imagine?” Meliss laughed, heartily, hand covering a snort, “haha I’d be…”Josie waited for her friend to finish, waiting on bated breath to hear it. “…huge.”“Yeah…” Josie smiled, wistfully. Looking at her friend, she laughed at herself. Josie knew she was attractive - pretty, even. Nicely curvy. When she dressed up a bit, like tonight, guys looked at her, she got attention. Being around Melissa, though, had a way of making other women, women like Josie, feel like little girls; it was just a natural thing. But she reminded herself, sitting right here at the bar, how only an hour ago she was admiring her own newly-blossoming figure in the mirror. What would The Melissssy Effect do to them all this time? Now that things were…like this, in the office, out in the world? It made her weirdly giddy, imagining the possibilities. “But, that’s not the kind of success I want, just more of…whatever,” Melissa began anew, after another sip of her drink, “Likes. Followers. Clout. Success because of…all this.” At that, she straightened her posture once again, hands running slowly down the sides of her long, curvy torso. “I want more than success because of the bod, the boobs, the hair. What I want, what I really want…” she explained, but trailing off, wistfully looking down into her drink for the right words.“I know what you want,” Josie said, her own eyes flashing now, “You want to be the boss.”“YES haha!” Melissa beamed, catching herself laughing too loudly and biting her lower lip as she felt more eyes from the bar drawn her way. She reached out, resting her hand, for a moment, on her friend’s arm. She took a breath, a long slow one. ”No, for real,” she eventually continued, after settling herself, going back to idly stirring her drink, “I want to be the best Office Manager I can be. I want to be able to take care of everything, be in total control.” Melissa bit her lower lip, picturing it. “I want to be soooo successful, make the office, all of us, grow and grow and grow into new, powerful women. Make us all successful. And have him…”Melissa lost herself in thought again.On the edge of her seat, Josie urged her friend on. ”And have him..?” she prompted, hearing the eagerness in her own voice. ”…accept it, I guess,” Melissa answered, finally. “Accept it all, and be happy.”“Happy that…you’re in charge?”“mmhm…” Melissa agreed, “I want him to be happy and accept that he’s surrounded by us, by girls, by smart, successful females who can take care of things.” Aside the bar, Melissa re-crossed her long, shapely, well-muscled legs, idly aware of how many eyes just a simple movement like that can draw. “I want to show him that women can do everything, and do it better than he ever could,” she continued, “I want us all to be in charge, and him to…”Josie, aware that she was weirdly, physically excited, struggled to bridle the emotions making her words quiver. “You want him to..submit,” she said, finishing her friend’s thought. Melissa’s eyes glittered, in realization, hearing that word. “Well, yes, I guess…” Melissa agreed, smiling more broadly, as if aware of it for the first time. She played with the word, the thought, over again, in her head - you want him to submit.She looked at her friend. “Can I tell you something?” Melissa asked, “I…I’ve always felt like I can talk to you. Like, differently than I can with Amelia or Randi or everyone else. You get part of me that the others don’t quite yet. You understand, I think, how I’m beginning to feel about him.”“That you want to…that you want us all to…” Josie began, unable to believe that she was about to actually say the word, “…dominate him?” “Yessss…” Melissa said, voice dropping, “But, Josie, omigod. It’s not just that. I want him to…to need us. Need me.” With the thought, Melissa felt herself shudder. “Like, to need me so bad he can’t imagine doing it without me.”“D-doing what?” Josie asked, unsure of what kind of territory she and Melissa were exploring here, “Working? Running the office?” To Josie, the rest of the bar had disappeared; it was just she and Melissa. “No, I mean like, anything,” Melissa answered, with striking confidence, “I dunno but I want him to feel like he can’t live without me. Can’t operate. Can’t function. Can’t walk or eat or breathe without me.”Oh goddddd, Josiie trembled, drawing a sharp, deep breath as a bizarre, vivid image, as if from nowhere, flashed through her head. Something small, something pink and naked and helpless. Something curled up into itself, fetal. “Omigod Missy that’s so hot.”She was imagining an embryo. Now it was Melissa’s turn to take a breath, inhale, shudder. “I know, right?” she said, looking into her friend’s eyes, knowing they were thinking the same thing, “And…and I think I can do it, get him there, be that for him. And I want you girls all to help…”“Jesus Miss, yessss….please…”“I don’t know what it is but I just want to…”“What? What Missy?”“I want to be like his…his…” Melissa began, but was then immediately stopped. “Oh, there’s everybody!” she called out, suddenly sitting up straight, looking over Josie’s shoulder, “Hi girls!!”In a moment, the two were circled by a coven of young women, co-workers and conspirators, all of them now smiling and laughing. Josie’s heart was still racing. “Okay girls,” Melissa finally said, giving her friend a covert little wink, “let’s plan…” -- source link
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