Post 231: Scenes from a Party, p14

“Did you hear about the election results in Luxembourg today?” Abby - sales rep from the drug company that was paying for this little shindig - asked me, leaning in close from where she sat, on my right, “The new Parliament there is almost all women. mostly from the New Women’s Party.” She took a forkful of salad for herself from my plate, tucked a lock of medium-brown hair behind one ear.

“oh, uh, yeah? Really?” I replied, my own fork lolling lazily in my hand, my attention settled elsewhere, across the table, deep in- “huh…”

As my voice drifted away, Vida - on my left - spoke up, talking across me to Abby. She knew what was happening: I was distracted. “He doesn’t really follow politics,” she said, putting a hand on my left shoulder, “Do you, Dr. J?” Vida was one of my APRNs, a luscious Latina of long, thickly dark hair and a natural hourglass figure.

I…I really don’t follow politics. I was listening to Abby talk, listening to Vida engage and the other girls at the table chat - a lot of them were excited about something in the news, it seemed. But yeah I was focused on who’d just, within the last few minutes, sat down across the table from me. Melissa. I was - god help me, this whiskey, that vitamin shot I just got and if I’m not mistaken all this perfume in the room making me loopy - all but hypnotized by just the sight of her. I can’t help myself. It’s really bad! 

“N-no, I , uh…”

“Oh you should,” Abby insisted, helping me pick up my fork, which I’d dropped aside my plate, “You should keep up with the news. Though I know it’s probably hard for guys to watch, these days…” Her lilac party dress was pretty revealing, as was Vida’s little deep-blue number.

“Yeah, is it?” Vida asked, “Is it a little emasculating?”

Wh-what does she mean by that?

Anyway, if my motor function had been down before, when Aubrey was feeding me, now it was a total mess. The booster injection which Vida had been nice enough (r-right?) to remember, bring here with her and jab into right in my left thigh just a few minutes ago had this weird haha somnolent effect, a milky warmth which flowed right through me and ahhhh…made everything just that bit more pleasant. And my fingers - there I go dropping my fork again - more clumsy. After the humiliating mama-hen feeding by Aubrey, I’d barely managed a bite.

“It’s so exciting!” Abby continued, indulging me with her voice as my eyes drifted back again over the beautiful, perfect woman seated across from me. Big, brunette Melissa. “Same thing happened this month in Switzerland and the Czech Republic. Portugal, too,” Abby continued, “in fact, Portugal’s working to move up their Presidential election so they can really move ahead. Get things changing...”

Melissa. She’d said hello to me, graced me and the rest of the table with a big warm smile, but then sat and immediately fell into conversation with Aubrey and Nadia, the two girls on her right. Good god. Down at the conference I’d seen Melissa dressed up, out of work clothes, but never glammed up as elegantly as this night - hair, makeup, the whole thing. She was in a long, black dress, strapless, with a bodice that presented her unbelievably enormous bosom in a mind-numbing display set against her bare, trimly athletic shoulders. As much as I could, I tried to focus on other details - her necklace, her glimmering earrings, the long waves of her thick, raven hair. But good god almighty her skin was so perfect and those tits were like magnets and from across the table my eyes kept sinking into them. This is Melissa! My Office Manager! I scolded myself, I’ve got to stop staring! I’ve got to stop this, I’ve got to stop staring straight into Melissa’s tits. I was already flushing in embarrassment. People will notice! She’ll notice! I’d spent the week at work trying to be strong, avoid much contact with her…but here we were. I was floundering.

Abby continued to speak to me, pressing on. “Excited to see what happens here in November?” she asked, as I was somehow able to tear my gaze away from Melissa’s soft, magnetic cleavage.

“Y-you mean the elections?” I managed, feeling a strange wave across my vision, the world swimming as I looked away, into Abby’s expectant face. It was uncomfortable, weird, and I just wanted to look back, let my eyes sink back between the tits, watch the jiggles. I saw Melissa giggling, tittering covertly to Aubrey next to her. I can't hear what she's saying, I thought, Is she laughing at me?

Abby, meanwhile, was weighing the moment. “Yeah, the elections,” she continued, “What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Uhhh…”

“Look at the polls. New ones come out tomorrow,” Vida, on my left, explained, “People are talking about a landslide.” Her hand had found its way intimately to my thigh, resting over where she’d stuck me with the syringe.

“That’s right. Women are getting ready to take the reins,” Abby said, “sort of like what’s happening here, to your practice…”

W-was that a joke? I laughed, lamely. “Oh I don’t know about that…”

”Yeah…though I hear women have sorta always been in charge here,” Abby commented, “but it’s been, like, more and more that way, though, recently. Hasn’t it?”

My eyes, I found, had already drifted back into Melissa’s big chest, and still she was talking to the girls to her right. If she noticed me ogling, she still gave no sign. I immediately felt transported again, like this was where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be doing. I noticed the little jewels at the end of her necklace, maybe pearls, how they hovered right above her cleavage…

Abby’s hand, also, had found a thigh, right above my right knee. “It’s just natural,” she said, “We’re more adaptable. We’ve had to be…” That’s weird, right? I barely know Abby. She’s a sales rep. Why is she touching me..? “I mean, look at Melissa…” she continued.

I was already - heavy-lidded but unblinking - staring. Of course Abby was seeing that…

“...I’ve only known her a year or so, but look at where she started. A Hooters waitress,” she extolled, “now she’s here.”

“Look how she’s grown…” Vida said.

“Mm hm…” Abby agreed.

“She is very adaptable,” Vida commented with a knowing smile, bringing a chuckle from Abby. Her hand was now slowly running up and down my left leg, casually. My cock was semi-hard, resting against my lower, inner thigh. Now it’s stiffening, and starting to slide up, so, uh…

“Haha yes very…adaptable,” Abby concurred, “Just look how she’s grown into this job.” Her voice had become lower, more husky, more intimate, and whatever portent she’d just fed me was lost, I realize now, in my drug- and pheromone-induced haze. “All the while as you start to fade, shrink away…”

Did she just say shrink away?? “H-heyyy….” protested, laughing weakly again. Too, uh, close to home…

“Awww c’mon you love it, right?” Abby laughed, squeezing my right knee, causing my cock to lurch up my left thigh. She smelled so good, and Vida smelled so good. There seemed, in fact, to be a fog of perfume surrounding all of us. The only thing clear through it was Melissa’s huge chest; all else was haze. “You love being able to give up responsibilities, finally?”

It…it had been nice…doing less…

“Y-yuh…” I mumbled, entranced by how huge but yet how firm Melissa’s breasts were, across the table. They jiggled, as she talked and laughed, ripples moving fluidly across her upper swells. But yet they seemed so softly solid, in their own way. I’d been gripped by a pleasant wave of lethargy, relaxation from the injection, and if there was a thought in my head that Melissa was at the moment ignoring me like I’d tried to do to her all week, it was a distant one at best.

“It is nice, right?” Abby the sales-rep continued, as Vida’s hand now came dangerously close to my stiffened cock, nine-plus inches of it rock-thick against my thin thigh. “The company wants to take good care of you. Just like Melissa wants to take good care of you…like Vida and I here want to take good care of you…”

“That’s right, Dr. J…” Vida purred, her thick latin hips pushing even more solidly into my left side.

“…Let us, let Evolution take care of you,” Abby spoke, her voice now closely whispering in my right ear, “this party - or the money for the study -  is nothing. You wouldn’t believe the things we could do for you.” The palatable promise of it, the crack and hiss of her tongue and lips over her words, made me groan, my outer vision swim. Still I stared at Melissa’s tits; they were all I could see.

This drug was really getting to me.

“You should sign those papers…” Vida said, using her newly-manicured nails to scratch my thigh, tempting my still-swelling cock towards her hand. She too, had leaned in to put her lips near my ear, to whisper to me about the divorce papers my wife, Sheryl, had served me.

“Yeah, that way you can date her,”  Abby continued, “We’d all love to see that.”

”You don’t need to go crawling back to your mean, skinny, barren wife…” Vida purred, “you want big, soft, nice Melissa.”

“Isn't she your type?” Abby asked. With her free right hand, she’d brought my whiskey glass up to my lips. I took a sip, at her urging, still gazing into Melissa’s flesh. Was no one watching me?? "Haven't you noticed her getting taller?”

“Her chest still growing?”

“Her hips getting wider?”

I groaned again. Feeling the burn of bourbon down my throat, and Vida’s hand finally settle on the outsized shaft of my now-solid boner, I was lost in fantasy but knew in the back of my mind I shouldn’t be allowing this, that I’d pay for it later in humiliation. My gut had tightened.

“Imagine the babies she could give you,” Abby proposed, furthering the fancy, “the big, healthy babies.”

“She’d look so good pregnant,” Vida cooed, gently squeezing me through my thin pants, causing me to lurch, “She’s strong…”

Abby’s left hand, now, had drifted over to join Vida’s. Under the table and through my slacks they both held my outsized monster of a cock against my thigh.

“oh my god…” I managed, under my breath, bringing the two women sandwiching me between them to giggle, to draw in closer. But, somehow, Melissa seemed still unaware, her inattention letting me still tit-gaze like a helpless lech.

“Look,” Abby began again, as her and Vida’s hands alternately began to squeeze me, rub me. Jolts of pleasure ran up through my belly, gripped me. My eyes fluttered but still stayed focused on Melissa, “You’ve hired all of them, a harem of young, pretty, tall girls working for you. It’s every man’s dream right?”

“All these busty girls..?” Vida asked, she and Abby slowly but straight-up stroking me, now, squashing their own breasts into my arms.

“Busty girls…with her in charge?” Abby purred.

I was breathing, now, breathing heavy. My mouth gaped, my eyes goggled, yet somehow we still hadn’t attracted the notice of anyone else around. How was that? I was getting a hand-job through my pants by two women and yet no one was even casting us an askance glance?? What was happening?? I groaned again, despite myself.

In my right ear, Abby chuckled. “Don’t you love her tits?” she asked, “Look at them. Aren't they so huge?”

God help me I felt myself nodding.

“You know what size bra she wears, now?” she continued, “She just told me. A Double-J cup.”

“J, Dr. J?” Vida asked, kissing my left ear, “Haha…just like you…”

“Ooooo…!” Abby cooed, into my right, giggling at the little revelation.

“But double you,” Vida laughed, “double-J hahaha..!”

“Haha imagine that,” Abby urged, she and Vida falling into a rhythm now, stroking me as I ogled Melissa’s enormous bosom, “With Missy growing, imagine what she’s going to look like in a year. Her breasts could be twice your size…”

“Wouldn't you love to just bury your face in between them?” Vida asked.

“”Tuck yourself right in?” Abby added.

“Get lost in there?”

“Wouldn’t that be so nice?”

“She loves you, she adores you.”

“Just sign those papers,” Abby posited, “and you could spend the rest of your life between them.”

oh fuck…those little pearls...me...the imagery that came to my mind was shocking, but nothing I hadn’t pictured before…

“Do it,” Vida urged, as my gut began to clench, “We understand your growing needs. That’s why we’re growing too. Let us all take care of you.”

“Your body is getting smaller, but there are things growing inside of you, too. Aren’t there?” Abby hissed, “These urges? Obsessions?”

“We think its best,” Vida cooed, “if you indulge them.”

“You want to sign those papers don’t you?” Abby asked, stroking me more firmly along with Vida.

“y-y-yes,” I groaned, blood rushing alongside the whispers in my ears

“Tomorrow?” Abby pushed, her hand insistent.

“yesss…” I agreed, my body tensing, shaking.

“With her?” Vida pressed.

“yeszzz…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt it, my climax so close. Wait, no. Here? In my pants??

“You can’t hold it in, can you?” came the voice from my left….then joined by the one on my right:

“That’s okay…come.”

Omigod no…

Nnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhh….

God help me I did it, I came. Right then and there, under the table, jerked off by my employee and a drug rep as I stared at my Office Manager’s huge breasts. Into my pants. They’d made me come in my pants.

“oh godddd…” I groaned, eyes drooping but seeing that I was now attracting the attention of a couple girls. My cock, my huge cock, had exploded, was dumping an enormous load into the leg of my khakis, onto my left thigh, hot and thick on my skin, down towards my knee, and the girls were now turning my way. I tore my eyes away from Melissa’s tits, in a panic.

“Are you okay, Dr. J?” asked Nadia, from across the table.

“Yeah, you look weird,” said Brittni, further down.

oh my god. oh my god. no. This was…nnngh…beyond humiliation. I was coming in front of half my staff. “nnnnnnhhhh….” I groaned, as Abby and Vida giggled into my ears.  please…

Mercifully, they slowly backed away, Abby’s hand leaving me, Vida’s too after one last squeeze. Still I pulsed and throbbed down my leg, feeling the come puddle on my thigh and drool down my leg as my orgasm began to wane. I closed my eyes, an escape, and tried to settle my breath.

“Do you need some air?” I heard Aubrey ask.

“uhhhh….” I groaned, flushing now as both the reality of what had just happened and a thick, heavy wave of exhaustion settled onto me. I was going to pass out, I felt it now. I fought my eyes open.

Melissa was looking right at me, her shoulders set. She waited for my vision to clear before speaking:

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

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Thanks to Pervypagan for the original render. Again, check out his Patreon and DeviantArt for more.  Also thanks to TopographicSociety for his help with the dialogue, and CaptainAmbiguous for general inspiration.