stevenbasic: She leaned in deep towards me. “We need to get you to relax,” Melissa cooed, in a voice syrupy and sympathetic. She was obviously eager to ease my angst, but the magnetic pull of her big breasts and cleavage - just above my eyeline - was not helping her case. again… It’s unfair, I know, seeing every simple motion from a woman built like Melissa as sexual. She should be allowed - right? - to sit on a desk, lean in to a co-worker, offer support without it being seen as a seduction. Just because her figure is every teenage fantasy, a walking wet dream, doesn’t mean she can’t commiserate as a friend. One shouldn’t assume that her show of empathy, though it brought her perfectly enormous breasts mere inches from my face, meant anything more than… “I-I-I…” I stammered, the immediate intimacy having stopped me in my tracks, derailed my train of thought. I was, despite myself, suddenly focused on, well… …good god who am I kidding? Those tits. Just a little too big. Just a little too big for her dress, just a little too big for her bra. Filling her top voluptuously, swelling over her neckline the slightest bit, bulging out of the H-cups of her push-up. I knew I took too long, longer than a glance, to gape at the details. Flawlessly smooth, tan skin with the slightest hint of stretch marks. A dark cleavage I could lose a hand in. And now, so close, so close I could smell them. My eyes were kept, glued to them another second too long, as I felt the warmth emanate from her. She drew breath, she swelled. I found myself suddenly swimming in a sea of her perfume. ================ ”It was like…” Melissa continued, describing the scene to her friends around the dark table at the bar, stirring at her melting ice cubes, “…like looking down at a nervous little boy.” “Omigod this man is adorable,” Amelia agreed, echoing the obvious feelings of her friend as she clicked her colorful nails on the half-full glass in her grip. “I want to eat him up myself!” “Get in line,” Randi quipped, distractedly inspecting her own nails, her new manicure. Not too happy with it, again. “Right, Miss?” Melissa giggled, waved her friend off with mock flourish. “You shush,” she laughed, “Anyway, it was then, looking right at him, that I started to really realize how, like…weak he is.” “Like every other guy…” Randi added, as if to herself and to her perfectly imperfect nails. She wished they were as nice as Amelia’s; that girl had claws. “Really??” Josie asked, hanging on Melissa’s every word, incredulous. This was a great story! “He’s, like, a doctor, though? So smart, he owns the practice?” ”Yes but no, really,” Melissa answered earnestly, “He’s sooo smart, but he’s a, like…fragile personality. A weak personality.” She brushed a wave of her hair, which had been growing so thick and fast these days, behind her neck, over her shoulder. “He doesn’t handle stress too well. He gets nervous, easy,” she continued, “He needed my help so much, right then. So I figured I could show him my…my maternal side.” Randi’s eyes glittered. ”He really brings that part out of you, doesn’t he, Missy?” she said, forgetting her nails for the moment and encouraging her friend with a new, secret smile, “the ‘Mommy’ part?” ”Yeah, I guess, a little bit!” Melissa agreed, with a girlish, almost shy , feeling butterflies in her stomach, a warmth between her thighs. “He does bring out the Mommy-part…” The other girls giggled along as well. “Sounds to me like your two big mommy-parts were already out…” Amelia joked. “Yeah he was helpless!” Josie marveled, sipping her drink but stealing a glance at the chest of her well-endowed friend. God, she was built. It amazed her, how Missy’s figure continued to just blossom in all the right ways. Josie knew she shouldn’t complain, she had nice big boobs herself - but she’d been the same cup size since nineteen. Just imagine being like Missy?!? She seemed bigger today than last week! “And you were totally taking advantage of him!” “Well, he didn’t seem to mind…” Melissa concurred, with another girlish … ======= “That’s right, that’s okay sweetie, relax…you’re watching me breathe,” she said as she leaned over me - her boss. “Does it relax you? That’s good…” Holy shit! I’d been totally staring. For how long?! I looked away, panicked. “No, really, let’s breathe together…” she urged, promptly grabbing my chin and redirecting my gaze, back to her. My eyes goggled as she swelled her chest with a filling breath, big boobs threatening to overstretch, burst their confines. She released her air slowly; I felt it rustle my hair. “It can be so helpful, it can totally calm you down. Let’s do it together, just breathe…breathe, in and out. In…” Satisfied she had my attention, she released my chin, returned her hand to her lap, between her thighs. “…and out. Here, like this…” For the love of god, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was entreating me, all but forcing me, to stare at her bosomy chest, all in the name of…of a breathing exercise. Squeezed between her arms, her breasts lewdly grew enormous, burgeoning up past her collarbone as she breathed in deep, and then falling back as she released. “U-uhh…” I was speechless. “Shhh, it’s okay. Look at me, sweetie, watch, watch me breathe. In…” “…and out.” “That’s right, you try. In…” “…and out…” ======================== “So, like, I’m sitting on my desk in front of him, asking him to watch me breathe, trying to get him to relax…” The girls were hanging on Melissa’s every word, she saw that easily. “It’s kinda awkward in that position so I’m like ‘here, let’s do it this way…’” Melissa continued to explain, biting her lower lip in a pause, “and then I get up to sit on his lap…” “Oh my god, no..!” squealed Josie. “We’re going to need more drinks,” Randi directed, grabbing the belt of their short, awkwardly gawky server as he shot by. She had caught him, at one point or another during the evening, furtively checking each of them out individually. Pretty girls traveled in packs, for sure. “You’re thinking that….your ‘breathing exercises’…your fucking tits in his face,” Amelia began, incredulous, “Sitting in his lap…is going to calm him down??“ She laughed, amazed at how innocent and guileless Missy was pretending to be. “Do you know what you were doing to the poor man??” “Well…I did giggle at how quiet he got, how quickly I could get him to, y’know, calm down…” Melissa said, with shy, poorly-disguised pride. “Hey can I get a Caesar Salad, with chicken?” she entreated their harried waiter. She’s not fooling anybody, Amelia thought, with silent admiration, Missy knows what she’s doing. “I’m sure he was anything but ‘calmer’,” Randi offered, finger still looped into the belt of their server, “and hey put extra chicken on hers.” “No, I guess you’re right,” Melissa admitted, “I, uh…think he actually started to get more excited…” The girls all laughed, Randi dismissing the waiter. “Oh I bet he did!” Amelia cackled. Once he was gone, Josie leaned in towards Melissa, voice dropping in eager, prurient conspiration. “So did you, y'know…feel it?” “Omigod Josie!!” Melissa laughed, surprised at her usually reserved friend’s bluntness. “Yah Randi,” Amelia interjected, “I heard you, like, last week…?” At that Amelia opened her mouth, formed it into a lewd, unmistakable “O” of glossy lips, and slowly slid a jalapeño popper in. “Him? In your car?” “Yeah…“ Randi smiled, casually sitting back, waving it off - though with her eyes twinkling darkly, “you wouldn’t believe how easy it was…” Amelia laughed, chewing on the pepper. Josie giggled. Unnoticed by the others, Melissa looked down thoughtfully into her drink. “Isn’t he, like…” Josie began. ”Huge?” Randi answered, finishing her friend’s question for her, “Well…” She sucked on the last sips of her Tito’s and tonic. “…He’s a mouthful.” More laughs, more giggles. “So, Missy…” Amelia began, pulling the table back to Melissa’s story, “you’re there, on his lap, he’s…excited.” She pauses, clicking her nails again on her glass. “Did you feel it?” “Omigod is that what it was?!” Melissa laughed, eyes twinkling despite the innocence in her voice, “I dunno…maybe? If it was…it was, I think, like, all squashed down his thigh…” =================== My eyes, in modesty, closed immediately as she sat - oof - heavily into my lap. But first was the flow of hair, the wave of perfume. Then came the weight, good god. She felt like a ton of bricks, squashing my thin thighs. Her black dress, thin and elastically tight, did nothing to shield me from the feminine softness of her more-than-ample rear, from its warm, womanly weight or heavy strength. I needed to close my eyes or she might - as she immediately gazed down into my face - see the quivering arousal in them. Jesus my boner - I mean, thank god it was shot down my thigh but still…it ached, it hurt, in that position. And…christ, I hoped she couldn’t feel it! I heard her giggle, felt her brush hair off my forehead. She was sitting across my lap, turned towards me at the waist and I could feel her ass and I could smell her perfume and I was trembling and - lest we forget, as I pictured what it must look like, us sitting there - I was a married man!! She giggled again, amused at my nervousness. “Awww, sweetie…” I heard her coo. She settled herself on me, more solidly, brushed another lock of hair behind my ear as I felt her draw breath. “This is okay? We’re friends, right?” And then - whooosh - a zephyr of her, warm across my face. I heard myself whine. “There,” she said, tenderly, “feel my breath?” “U-u-h….uh huh…” I managed. I opened my eyes, my vision rheumy but focused now on her smiling face, her smiling down at me. I watched as she pursed her lips, her plump, painted, glossy lips, and - whoooosh - blew her breath into my face, again. With heady pleasure I breathed in, took the air, once from her lungs, into mine. My resolve, such as it was, crumbled further. I realized, I think even then, that it wasn’t just the warmth and weight of her body, but it was also the scent of her body that was affecting me, keeping me from thinking clearly. I think I thought for a moment about her pheromones then, but now I know…l had no idea what I was dealing with. “Now c’mon, watch me,” she purred. Seated on my lap as she was, my face was all but planted in her big left breast. It was all I could do to sit straight, backed away just a bit, to not be smothered. But scant centimeters separated my cheeks, my mouth and nose, from her tit, and when she draped her left arm back behind me, over the chair, that distance seemed fragile indeed. “There you go, Just look at me. We’ll be fine. Focus on me, focus on my breathing.” Again, the , the …the, the . “There you go, that’ll calm you down…just focus on me. It’s ok…shhhh…” I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. Despite her mesmerizing encouragements, despite the hypnotic and, I couldn’t bring myself to just stare unabashedly at her tits. For lack of a less lurid target, I fixed my eyes directly on her bra strap, the overworked, silky pink band which stretched tautly from her shoulder, disappeared under her top. It was the best I could do to preserve my failing attempts at modesty. She giggled. “Like how my bra matches my shoes?” she asked, “So cute, right?” With her right hand she adjusted the neckline of her top, resettled her left strap for me. “I’m so silly…” “s-silly…” She lowered the sleeves of her dress, already off-shoulder, a touch more. “I couldn’t help it, I had to show it off today,” she explained, “I love pink…” Trying not to act too dumbfounded, seem too speechless, I struggled to find my voice again. “It’s uh, pink…c-cute,” I managed, realizing I was merely repeating her. “My bra and shoes…” “Your bra and shoes…” She giggled again, played with my hair. She brushed a piece of lint off my shoulder, smiled at me. She was considering me, thoughtful again. “It’s actually good that these girls left,” she finally said, with a satisfied, confident finality, booping me on the nose with a playful finger, “They were no good for you. We only want people here that love and respect you.” Her eyes, gazing into mine, were earnest, “You’re like a father figure here, at the office, to these girls. You’re like the daddy….” “Uhhh…oh..okay.” Oh shit. My cock was ready to rip through my pant leg. What the fuck was she saying? “And…I guess that makes me the Mommy,” she stated, and then giggled again. I couldn’t keep her gaze, and my eyes fell to watch the jiggles of her upper breasts, “I like that idea. Mother.” The intimacy of the moment, suddenly, the fact that we were totally, completely alone, gripped me. “A couple of the girls have called me that already…the ‘Office Mommy’…” Only a fraction, perhaps, but I swear her breast came closer to my face. “Do you like that idea?” Her voice had dropped, I noticed, closer to a whisper. It made the moment even more precariously intimate, crushed whatever semblance of logic I still possessed. “Uhhh, w-well….yuh-y–…” ================= “Omigod he said ‘yes’?!?” Josie nearly shrieked, slamming her hands down on the dark wood of the hightop table between them all, rattling the glassware. “Of course he said yes…” Amelia affirmed, as if stating the obvious, “What man wouldn’t want Big Boob Betty here as their ‘Office Mommy’?” Melissa, with a roll of her eyes and a wry smile, looked away from her friend. “He probably wants you to put him in diapers…” Randi snarked, casually pushing her empty to the wide-eyed waiter opposite her. “Oh my god, Randi!!!” Melissa laughed, taking her new drink from their obviously flustered server, ignoring his furtive glances down her top, “Stop…” ================= What was I doing?!? I needed to stop this!! Did I just ask her to…to be our ‘Mommy’?!? “Dr. J,” Melissa cooed, “You suddenly look really upset. Can I give you a hug?” Upset? Oh my god ‘upset’ didn’t begin to cover it…I was, despite myself… …nodding. In a moment, she had both arms now reached around me, and squeezed me firmly. Tilting my chin up as much as I could, her breasts squished into my throat, pillowy and warm. “Ooof!” I groaned - the girl is strong! - and suddenly felt my eyes welling up. To my own chagrin, it wasn’t from the force of the hug, but rather the final straw in an emotional day, everything coming, finally, to a head. With encouragement from her right hand at the back of my head, I laid my cheek down onto her warm shoulder, facing her neck and down into her dark, soft cleavage. Assaulted by the irresistible, primal comfort - weary head to huge, soft bosom - I let out a rattling breath…nearly a sob. The tendons of her throat, her collarbone. The perfect skin of her sternum and smooth, smooth expanse of breast, diving deep under her top, the pink bra. Another shaky breath brought more of her perfume into me, overtaking my senses. It was as if I was paralyzed, and certainly speechless. “There you go…” she clucked, “just watch me breathe…” She began again, with my head on her shoulder, breathing deeply, slowly. My view, now, was absolutely intimate. Her big breasts, when they swelled, did so mere fractions from my face. I watched them, in glorious detail, rise and fall. I watched them stretch the fabric of her dress. Each breath seemed to tug at its grip on her shoulders, threatening to pull it down further, show me more of her sedulous bra. I was powerless, now, absolutely, and when I attempted again to speak it was like a weakling child to its mother. I heard the shakiness in my voice, “M-M-Melissa….!” ========================== “Was he crying??” Josie asked. “I…I don’t know,” Melissa answered, “But omigod it made me excited…” ========================== “It’s okay baby I’ll fix it,” Melissa pledged, her large hand petting my head, comforting me, ”Just tell me where it hurts.“ Oh god, I hadn’t had someone do this, do this for me in…jesus, I shudder to think. To have the attention, to feel the support and soft strength of a woman, to have her caring words and tender hands on me - it was more than I could handle. But, with Carol’s ‘Just going to let Mommy handle all of the hard stuff, huh?’ from earlier that day still ringing in my head - and, god forbid, maybe in Melissa’s head, too - her solaces served to just emasculate me even more. Another deep breath, another spastic sob. “You can cry on my shoulder any time,” Melissa purred, still stroking my hair. “I…I w-wasn’t crying…” I spoke, my voice so small…I’m not even sure she heard me. “I’ll fix it…I’ll fix everything,” she continued,with her own self-determination, “You’ll see, I have a bunch of girls already that I know, they’ll be perfect for the jobs.” There it was. The next step. I’d seen it coming, a mile away… And, goddamn me, I had no reply, no argument. I said absolutely nothing at all… “I can’t wait to show you what a good job I can do,” Melissa said, eagerly, as she pulled me closer to her soft breast, “I’m going to fill this office with perfect girls for you…” ====================== sorry for the wait on that one - hope it was worth it. It took a lot of help from my co-authors and of course I have to thank @joshua67blog again for the image as an aside I’m also mirror-posting the story (maybe in an easier-to-follow format) over at (spoiler alert lol) Giantess City -- source link
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