Growing into the Job, Post 451: Gala, p9

Melissa had entered the building...

 Immediately, she saw the awe in their eyes. Women she knew, women she didn’t, and of course all the men. She had friends here, employees. There were leaders from the community, reporters, and a host of others. To a person, each was astonished by her appearance. And yet, she knew: they all like me this way. In a strange way, it reminded her of when she was school-aged and first developed her more womanly features, and began to learn the allure her appearance had to some of her peers. Her early curves in middle school, of course, were nothing compared to her heart-stopping build of today, though still it was like she had come into possession of something they all desperately wanted. Walking into class among middle-school boys had given her a taste, a hint, a similar feeling to the astonishment she felt from the crowd tonight.

She couldn't really blame them. She’d put some time into embellishing her appearance tonight, and she knew she looked good. Her team at Evolution had designed her an evening dress for the occasion, a gown of dark pink, cut and and patterned to call to mind the top which she’d worn in the TV interview. I have a signature look, something they all like seeing me in, she’d thought, echoing what she’d been told by her design people, so I’ll give them what they want, at least for now. Thick halter-top straps served to gather the bodice of the dress, which plunged low down and attached behind her neck to support her. Both of her long, shapely arms were bare as was much of her muscled back, but for all the exposed flesh not a single blemish was visible. The tan skin of her neck was as flawless as that of her arms, and as flawless as the other visible portions of her torso.

As perfect as it was, though, Melissa was well aware that it was not her complexion that drew hungry attention to the area of her body beneath her chin. Her breasts were beyond compare, at this point, with possibly any other woman on the planet. Their generous size, particularly given their unworldly firmness and the way they stood out so high and so proud on her chest, would have made any female into an object of lust. On a frame as athletically shapely as hers, though, both powerful and slender, they appeared even more dramatic. The scope and outline of their perfect roundness was clearly defined beneath the patterned fabric, while the cut of the garment left the inner part of her bosoms on display, an acre of firm, immaculate cleavage bordered by the most luscious of luscious curves.

She loved how the tight dress also showed off her remarkably flat waist, its narrowness made all the more obvious by the way the sides of her body curved so wonderfully inwards beneath her bust and then, equally majestically, flared outwards at her round hips. The stunning undulating lines continued down her body, beginning to define her firm thighs before ending in front at the gown’s hem, well above her knees. More immaculate flesh could be seen beneath, her beautiful and strong and mind-bendingly long legs tapering into delicate-looking ankles. In place of a proper, longer skirt, a number of thin strips of material ran down from her well-developed backside as if an outline of a low cape. Nearly unnoticeable, one ribbon of it had an small, unusual metal clip on its end. 

Hard as it would be to peel one’s eyes away from the scan of her body’s magnificence, she wanted those that managed to be drawn up to her long slender neck and her beautifully feminine features. Her full, painted lips separated into a munificent smile that showcased two rows of dazzling, perfectly white and perfectly straight teeth. An immaculately shaped and proportioned nose separated two startlingly bright, green-and-golden eyes with long, thick lashes and subtle, delicately arched brows. The whole, flawless face was crowned and framed by her lustrous hair – dark and long and worn loose in great waves, out of which large hoop earrings glittered. In all, if Melissa Monroe had wanted to be breathtaking tonight, she’d achieved her goal in spades. 

Her appearance, though, had just interrupted some ceremony up at the feet of the huge statue, which was dramatically lit and towering above all these little people. Jay was up there, on his knees, looking sheepish and as if he’d been just about to - haha omigod I’m so glad I didn’t miss this - kiss the feet of the statue. The crowd had been partying in the huge stone atrium of the newly reconstructed facility, but much of their focus had been up there, watching what they were making him do. But now the attention is all on me. Good.  

A delighted giggle escaped her as camera flashes went off. Reaching up she covered her mouth for a moment and gave her fingers a slight kiss. She then extended her hand up towards the crowd and proceeded to gently blow upon it. Those before her gave a slight jump as the wind proved more powerful then they had expected. Indeed for a moment some of them felt like their feet could lift off the ground, but fortunately she relented before anyone was sent flying through the air. Once the wind subsided all they could do was gape at her as she lifted her chin and smiled across the room, now at him.

As he watched she again puckered her lips, which she knew that even from this distance he could see were painted thick and glossy, a deep pink to match her dress. Perfect to cover you with lipstick kisses later, she promised. In another embellished peck to her fingertips she raised the kiss to him and blew, stronger this time but directed to where he knelt. She giggled again when - even from this great distance - she saw his hair ruffle, his eyes squint and face recoil against the force of her breath. She’d just blown him a kiss from a hundred feet away, and it nearly knocked him off his feet. Well, knees. 

She’d already told them, on her entrance, not to stop whatever it was they were doing on her account, but of course they did anyway. People tend to do that these days, yield to her whims, even if she hadn’t told them what they were yet. And so, the ceremony up at the statue had paused, waiting for her. 

Might as well make a show of it. 

Lifting up a huge leg, Melissa briefly posed before lowering it back down for her first step forward. It hit the ground with a thud that she made sure they all felt through the floor. These new pumps are great, she mused, they give me an extra ten inches and they don’t look like titanium at all. 

The crowd parted for her as she came in, each footfall shaking the ground around her. Husbands’ jaws were agog and it was strange but the wives didn't seem to mind. Melissa Monroe, standing well over seven feet tall and now by far the biggest person in the room, was built like another type of being and oozed a weird energy that they all felt, and were taking heed. 

If all eyes, though, were on her as she made her slow, thunderous approach towards the statue’s altar, her gaze was fixed on Dr. J. As soon as she’d laid eyes on him she’d felt it; she’d begun to heat up and as she got closer all she could see was the prime specimen of a man that was pulling her like a magnet towards him. He looked adorable, but actually in fact all the men here looked adorable. Just like I like them: small, weak, and trembling on their knees for me. She took a pause to rethink herself for a moment. Well, not on their knees yet, all of them. But trembling. 

<BOOM BOOM BOOM> were her stepfalls. 

She looked at him, though, and set her sights on him. His ex-wife, Sheryl, was standing aside where he was knelt, and she was speaking into his ear. Even from this distance, Melissa was able hear what she was saying by focusing her now superhuman auditory senses, somehow picking Sheryl’s voice out from all the others in the surrounding room:

“She’s magnificent, isn’t she, Jay?” Sheryl was saying, “She totally is. But, yeah…she ruined you, huh? When she came along, that was the end of your old world, really, wasn’t it?” 

<BOOM> Melissa smiled. Sheryl’s great.

“Well, don’t be sad, hun. We all know that the world you knew is gone,” Sheryl was still telling him, as she raised a hand to gesture Melissa’s way, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not an important part of the new world…”

<BOOM BOOM> ooo she was getting excited. She tried her best to keep her pace steady, relaxed, and not run right at him.

“Yeah, Jay, you make her happy, you make her stronger,“ she’d said, pointing right at Melissa as she approached in her ever-growing glory, “and when she gets stronger, well…we all get stronger.”

<BOOM BOOM BOOM> haha omigod it’s true. He’s everything to me!!

Why, though, him? she thought, in a quick moment of reflection as her long strides had taken her already nearly halfway across the room and through the wonderstruck crowd, Why does he have this effect on me? Why does he turn me on like this? At some point some small person had handed her a glass of champagne. She downed it in one easy swig and handed the empty glass to another. Is it because he´s just so perfect? He was perfect for her; it was as if they were crafted, or hand-chosen for one another. There were other possibilities, though, that she considered. Was it because she had never prioritized her sexual life, and now it was awakening? Had she come to a point where everything turned her on? Would any small, submissive man make her feel like this? No…It´s him, just him. Everything she knew about Jay, and everything she hadn’t yet seen, it was all exhilarating to her. I love him, she knew, and her footfalls became more purposeful, even more like thunder. 

<BOOM!!!> she made sure her last step through the crowd was the most resounding of them all, so that not only he but the whole building around him acknowledged her presence. Steel girders, the bones of the building, shook just like his.

Yes, she loved him. Still, though, she enjoyed the adoration of the crowd, and as she reached the first of several steps that led up to the statue’s platform, she made sure to sway her hips from side to side on her ascent. She’d given them her long, single-minded steps on her walk up here, wanting them all to see her bare, powerful legs, the entirety of them. But now her robust calves, her shapely thighs, and her fleshy hips took her up the steps and all eyes were on her huge, heart-shaped behind. Melissa Monroe had been using her boobs and butt as hypnotic focuses for years, and they’d always been passively captivating. Now, though, with the prion in everyone’s neurons and with her enormous growth, she felt how their power had expanded apace with their volume. The bigger she got, the harder it seemed to be for people to resist her. And, not only had she gotten very big…I’m still growing. 

At the top of the steps she paused, allowing the crowd and the cameras one more chance to admire her from behind. Her tight waist stood in sharp contrast to wide hips and a mountainous ass, and many of those below her gaped. She loved the way her beauty could both awe and arouse, and when she looked down into the face of the small man kneeling now not only at the feet of the statue but at hers, she saw both in his eyes: awe and arousal. 

“Hi honey,” she giggled. 

“H-h-hi…” he stammered. She loved how he was as gobsmacked as the rest of them. Awestruck as he was, though, he began to shift, one hand going to a thigh and one leg beginning to lift as he was beginning to try to st-

“No no no, sweetie, don’t get up just on account of me,” she said, while in the same moment she lifted one huge leg to raise one huge foot to plant on his little left shoulder. With it, she pushed him back down, and immediately saw the flashes of cameras going off from behind her. In a sudden, dark rush of authority that felt at the same time both naughty and perfectly apropos, she felt her smile turn to a grin and she told him in a voice that boomed loud enough to shake the news cameras, and rattle their operators: “Kneel.”

She watched with amazement as he did just that, in front of all the cameras, in front of all the crowd. In front of their friends and coworkers and the entire city, really, he knelt back down before her. This will look great on Channel 5, she mused in quiet excitement as - does he even know he’s doing this? - his head actually began to bow. At first his eyes, she saw, had been raised to keep her gaze, but they had since fallen and now he seemed to be looking down. She lowered her leg again so he could stare at both her feet. In a wild, giddy rush of predomination she considered having him anoint her feet with his kisses instead of the statue’s, to show the world really how the bread was to be buttered around here. In the end, though, she allowed him only a few long moments, just enough for some good camera ops, to stare at her size 15 feet before moving him on to those of the statue’s.

“Okay, sweetie let’s see it,” she urged, “kiss the giant lady’s footsies and then I’ll let you buy me a drink.”

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