GITJ Post 416: Melissa Comes Home, p3

In her arms, I yawned.

“Awww. You just want to get some sleep, don’t you?” Melissa asked me as we climbed the stairs, step by step, in the semi-darkness of the house. She of course was carrying me again, this time with one arm on her left side, toting me around like a small child. In my exhaustion I  hadn’t complained, completely drained and in no state to walk yet. So when she lifted me up from the couch, wrapped me up in this blanket and told me she was taking me upstairs I just held on. With each step up the stairs I moved on the sway of her wide hip.

“Oh, my little man is just exhausted isn’t he? He had such a big day today.”

“Y-yeah, I was able to nap,” I answered, catching myself glancing down the neckline of her white blouse at her breasts jiggling with each step, “but I’m still really tired.” The climaxes. There had been some as I slept during the night last night, and then again after I’d woke this morning. Five times with Randi, and then three (unbeknownst to me, actually four) times today with Melissa again this evening. The math escaped me but - especially, me being a medical professional - I should have realized how impossible this all seemed. Instead, in my current state, all I could do was jest. “You women are exhausting.”

That made her laugh, hearty and deep and she booped me on the nose with the finger of her right hand. Along with me on her left hip, she also carried my half-full glass (unbeknownst to me at the time, my ‘protein shake’ was actually a custom made baby formula whose hormone and protein profile was creatively synthesized to match Melissa's, uh, milk). She’d brought it with us in case I got hungry during the night.

“Haha yeah you’re just too fun to play with,” she beamed, as we reached the top of the stairs and she turned to the guest bedroom, which she’d taken for her own once she moved into her mother’s house. “Well, you can get your sleep but first let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, bouncing me playfully on her hip as she carried me through her dark bedroom on the way towards the en suite bathroom, “I want to bathe you.”

“Aw but I don’t want a bath,” I heard myself whining, squirming in her arms, “I showered this morning. I'll be fine.”

She giggled at my petulance as I threw my little tantrum and she scolded me. “Oh shushhh. You’ve got Randi’s spit all over you.”

And like five layers of cum crust.

She turned the knob of the dimmer switch up halfway, careful to not overwhelm me in my crankiness. It still made my tender eyes squint as I struggled to adjust to the light. Before I could argue against a bath any further, or even remove my hands from my eyes, I heard the big stand alone tub start to fill with water. Elegant and sleek in modern white porcelain, it stood monumental in the corner. Immediately steam began to rise from it and Melissa grabbed a white washcloth from the wall rack and walked me over towards the sink.

“Let’s start you off with a sponge bath, hm?” she suggested, placing me to sit in the big bathroom sink, “While the tub fills up we can get most of the guck off you.”

She stood behind me in the bathroom mirror, my naked butt on the slick quartz. I fucking fit in a sink; that little fact was not lost on me. It was a wide sink, but still. I was chilly, and I had to fight not to hug my knees to my chest. Cosmetics and creams sat on either side of me, marking the territory as unreservedly female...

“Can you turn on the water, sweetie?”

I reached out to the right and turned the handle, bringing - oooo god no - a burst of shockingly cold water splashing into the sink and immediately chilling me even more, washing under my carriage. I let out a little shriek and immediately began to shiver as I pulled my knees closer to myself, hugging them to my chest.

“No honey that’s the cold water,” she admonished with a tut, her right hand immediately reaching out to turn the handle back, leaving only a cold drip to land near my lap. She took a moment to  grab my left hand in hers, and slowly brought it to the other handle. Together we turned it and a steady stream of warm water began to flow. It quickly warmed further, becoming hot, so now she took my right hand and slowly turned on some cool water, until what flowed out was just right, nice and warm for my emaciated body.

I felt a shudder run up my spine as I realized Melissa’s breasts were pressing against my upper back and neck. Warm water in front of me, warm woman behind, her hands took mine from the sink handles and placed them at my sides. “You relax now baby,” she told me, as she picked the washcloth up again, “and let me clean you.”

I watched as she held the cloth under the water, allowing it to soak.

”I hear you’re 4’7” now,” she idly commented. Steam was starting to rise from the tub, filling off to our right. “That makes me more than two feet taller than you.”

Another shiver, this time from the indignity. Randi had measured me earlier, and had obviously talked to Melissa about it. “W-why?” I asked, “H-how tall are you?”

“The girls measured me at 6’9” today…” she started in reply, pressing the warm wet cloth to my chest and gently beginning to wash me. I felt her pause, and in the depths of her chest behind me I could nearly feel for myself what she’d call ‘the tingles’ (but were, unbeknownst to m- oh, forget it).  “…but I have a feeling I’ll be bigger by morning.”

‘Bigger by morning’??? What?

Melissa giggled as she saw my cock - the obviously indefatigable monster squashed between my legs and belly - responded to the thought by swelling. What the hell..? I was starting to realize that, with Melissa around, my refractory time was basically zero. I mean, she’d just given me a hand job a-and, I thought in mortified shame, I just jerked off to her. Twice.

“Spread your legs for me,” she instructed, gently using each hand to assist, pushing my knees down to each side, “cross-cross apple-sauce.” Again, I can’t believe I fit in a fucking sink.

Now I was sitting more-or-less Indian style, my nine-plus inches of erection rising from my shriveled hips, almost dwarfing my skinny thighs and being bathed in the warm water that still flowed from the tap. Nnnngh it felt nice, as did the warm wet caress of her washcloth, gently passing over leg, knee, down shin to ankle. Up the other shin, knee, inner thigh and nnnngh.

She had it under my balls, cupping them in warmth.

She was watching me in the mirror, my eyes fluttering as she gave a little squeeze and my god once again pleasure electrified my whole body. She cooed, and reaching around me she tilted my chin up with a single finger to look at her in the mirror. The softness of her tits was still on my upper back and head, I could see them bulging around the nape of my neck as her other hand took me by the shaft. Warm water from the tap flowed over my dick and her hand, and my buttocks tensed to push myself up into her now slickened grip.

She cooed down to me. She knew I needed it once again. Slowly, she started to stroke, embracing me from behind, my entire manhood in her strong hands.

"You see? I’ve got you,” she promised, while <stroke, stroke, stroke> nice and slow her attentions came, “You don't have to worry about a thing now. No worrisome thoughts. I'll be doing all the hard work, all the worrying, all the thinking."

God help me I could only think of one way to respond. “Th-thank you Melissa.”

I felt her shudder behind me, like she was surprised by how much she liked that. Her left hand cupped me more firmly from below, with the warm wet washcloth.

“Say that again.” Her grip tightened on my shaft.

“th-thank you Melissa.”

A <stroke, stroke, stroke> rewarded me.

“Again.”

“Thank you…M-Melissa.”

“Oh, god, Jay,” she breathed, voice coming from above me and rumbling from her chest behind, “What are you thanking me for? Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Thank you for…f-for taking care of me.”

“NNNNGGggghhh oh god yes,” she moaned, “Even after last night? How big I got after my workout, and what I did with you?”

Images, memories, indignities and jesus christ you were huge.

“Language,” she scolded.

“Sorry,” I answered, reflexively. "Y...you were..." I muttered, pushing my hips up into her fist and sighing at the delightful sight as she leaned further down, putting her chin on my right shoulder from behind me. Her bigger head aside mine looked even more gigantic and stunning with her makeup and huge mane of hair and when our gazes met in the mirror I gasped.  We looked at one another. Perfumes and the smell of her shampoo, seemingly tailored for me, made me sigh again. “you were…”

“What was I?”

“l-last night, you were..." What had I wanted to say?

"A bit forward?" she offered, as she continued brazenly stroking my cock in the water, the palm and of her other hand delicately moving the washcloth under me, fingers exploring. “Is that what you mean?”

"Yeah..." I groaned, "you were…you were…"

“Say it,” she insisted, eyes still locked in mine, finger finding my hole, “tell me what I was.”

“So d-dominant,” I admitted, shuddering and sighing again as she began to rub my most sensitive parts, clean with the cloth.

"Mhmm...you’re learning,” she purred, her stroking and what she was doing underneath me causing my arousal to clench my loins and I felt it coming again. “Want to know what I learned about you last night?" she asked, turning so that her lips met in close to my ear, her voice tickling my brain as her breath entered. Now her words crackled with new volume directly into my ear and made me shudder. "I learned you like it when a pretty girl is a little dominant with you," she said. I could hear her grin, and see it in her eyes in the mirror. “In fact, I'm starting to think you really like it."

“y-y-yes…” I moaned as, with the washcloth, a finger entered me. My gut clenched, gripped, and my climax surged.

“You like being emasculated by your big, strong, Amazon girlfriend, don’t you?” Her finger pushed up into me; she still stroked stroked stroked. “Like I’m doing right now?”

Did I? “y-yes…!” I groaned and…and…

“…and someone is about to have another orgasm, aren’t they?”

“NNNNNnnnnnghhhhhyyyessss!!!!” I belched, watching with fascinated horror as my mighty cock did the same, exploding with brutal force and shooting come to splatter against the mirror.

“Oh, good, there we go, there we go,” Melissa purred, smiling wider with deep satisfaction and her voice in my ear as we both watched me come, shooting load after load towards us in the mirror. As I climaxed - nngh nngh nngh! - her tongue entered and swirled, her finger also inside me, pressing. She seemed to be deliberately trying to enter me and scatter my thoughts, melt what little was left of my mind as she drained my manhood. “Get rid of it all.”

“nnngh okay okay, nnngh,” I moaned, watching my cock now pulsing in her grip, still belching forth pearly rivulets of my seed. My jism dripped down the glass of the mirror.

“That’s right get it out, get it alllllll out for me,” she purred, stroking, stroking, stroking. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.  “Get it alllll out…make my girls bigger…”

oh jesus had I done it again?

Her finger, and the washcloth, slid out from below me and now came to help her other hand. Warm water washed over us all as she massaged me through the last throes of it. She held me under the water, rinsing, the warmth of her two wet hands and the sodden cloth cradling me as I began to deflate. “There you go,” she purred, kissing my ear one last time as she pulled back a bit, “getting you all cleaned out before bed…”

“thank you…thank you Melissa,” I muttered, my eyes fluttering once more. I was so, so tired. I played my hand back and forth slightly over her forearm, marveling at the silk-over-strength feel of her skin. And then seeing the mess I’d made of her mirror. “And, sorry…”

“That’s okay,” she smiled, “I’ll clean that up later.” At that she released me, letting my thick softness fall into the warm water pouring into the sink. She stood up straight behind me, looking taller than ever in her smart business blouse and tight black skirt, unruffled by recent events. She watched the water clean me off, wash my mess away a bit, then asked me to turn it off. I did. “Are you comfortable?”

Truth be told, without the warm water flowing over me, sitting naked and wet in her bathroom sink, I was already a little cold. “I’m okay,” I answered.

“No you’re not, you poor thing, you’re shivering,” she said, as she began to unbutton her blouse, “we’ll get you into the nice warm tub in just a minute.” From her cleavage she pulled her phone, and set it down on the counter, to her right.

I sat there and felt myself shaking, more from what I was watching in the mirror than from the lack of warmth. Melissa was removing her blouse, exposing the big white bra she wore underneath. It was mesmerizing, and looked just like the one she’d wrapped around my head this morning. I tried my best to stifle an overwhelmed groan as her skirt unsnapped and fell to the floor. Behind me she stood up straight, in her underwear, watching me as I looked at her mindblowing figure. Her unreal athleticism was apparent, and her recent spurts of growth had given her an ever more amazonian stature and ballooned her feminine assets. What I knew to be unbelievably powerful muscles were hidden just beneath satin smooth skin and womanly curves, her body fat just enough to conceal the snaked veins and chiseled musculature which only appeared in a prominent fashion when she worked out. Otherwise, she looked like a thick athletic model, a walking wet dream, a paean to womanhood - wasped in the middle, bulges everywhere else. She had a dramatic hourglass build but there was a no denying that her curves lay atop a foundation of immense physical power.

Melissa’s eyes twinkled when she saw the awe in my face. “How long did it take, sweetie?” she began, letting me drink in the sight of her towering up behind me, “How soon after you hired me did you start to think that I might be superior to you?”

I gulped. I had always liked assertive girls, but with Melissa I had obviously more than that. Was she more than I could handle? Of course she was.

“It…it didn’t take too long,” I admitted, “You were s-so tall, and strong.”

She liked that.

“And did you enjoy it?” she asked, placing her fingers on the back of my neck and tracing them slowly to my skinny shoulders, “Was I…your type?”

“Oh, my god yes,” I shuddered, feeling her grip my shoulders and test their paltry strength. We both knew she could shatter them in her hands without a thought.

"Of course…I could have guessed that just from looking at all that porn on your computer," she chided, giggling as she watched my eyes go wide and my mouth drop open.

“Wh-wha-!?” I exclaimed as I tried to turn around and face her in surprise.

“Shhhh….” she stopped me, fingers digging into my upper arms, “it’s okay. We all saw it. We all know. All guys do it..”

My heart nearly stoppedstoped. If she - and the rest of the girls - had seen my porn had they seen all the pictures I’d amassed of - of her? Back then…back before we were together, when I was her boss? I mean, I’m still her b-boss but… “Melissa I can expl-“  Oh my god she must think-

“Don’t worry,” she giggled, hands running down my arms, caressing them, taking stock of how thin and weak they were. “Don't worry…I didn’t think you were a perv.” She cocked her head, seeing how easily she could encircle my wrists with her large, softy powerful, hands. “Well, I knew you were a perv,” she giggled, “but I liked you anyway. I liked seeing what you like. You had…all those pictures. All those big, tall women, with nice big breasts...they made the guys look so small and frail by comparison didn’t they?"

I looked at our reflection in the mirror. I was blushing a deep crimson. She had seen all that? I didn’t know what to say, but it was not lost on me that the image of us, here together, giant woman and shrunken man in the bathroom mirror, was something that I would have jerked off to just a few months ago.

"All those beautiful ladies with their biiiig breasts made you feel very small, didn't they?" she cooed, taking my hands and laying them atop my semi-hard cock in the sink, “And you like feeling small, don’t you?”

“M-Melissa I’m s-s-sor-“

“Shhhhhhh….” she hushed me, as she released my hands and stood up straight again behind me, showing off just how much bigger she was than me, as I sat in the sink, “it’s okay.”

She reached behind her back, and, with a subtle <snap>, unclipped her bra.

Seeing my reaction, and that I had already started to thicken in my own hands again, she giggled. As she slowly began to peel her enormous bra off her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle as she worked the straps down her shoulders, she continued to speak to me. “You know, I can hear your heartbeat through your chest, each time it pumps,” she whispered, “I could hear it as soon as I came in the house earlier. I heard how it got excited for me, even when you were sleeping there in Randi’s robe.”

My mouth was gaping as she casually freed her tits. They were huge, massive, with large areole and perfect brown nipples semi-erect. They sat high and firm on her chest, buoyant despite their absurd mass.

What the fuck how am I hard again?? I felt like a turd, a lech, a primitive troglodyte with no control over his own libido, urges and proclivities. Melissa had just told me she’d found my shameful porn stash and yet she still seemed intent on-

“And I can feel your breath,” she continued, the whispers playing with my ear  as she bent down just a bit to lower her panties. “Every time you exhale it’s like a little breeze across my skin. It gets faster, quicker, more shallow when you know I’m near.”

My breath hitched in my chest as she casually kicked her panties to the side.

The heat of her bare womanhood was behind me. Breasts far bigger than my skull bulged aside either side of my head. Her spectacular nudity and the scent of her perfume made me unable to help myself; I squeezed my new tumescence and saw stars. I grew even harder in my own hand. I was subhuman, she superhuman.

“I can see the little hairs on your body, even from across a room,” she said, putting hands again on my shoulders and starting to guide me backwards into her until my head rested against the lower part of her cleavage. “I see how they stand up on end for me when you get excited.”

Melissa leaned herself forward a bit, while at the same time using one gentle hand to my temple to guide my head backward. She took her time burying my head between her breasts. She cooed as my vision darkened on both sides leaving only the reflection in the mirror as I all but disappeared into her cleavage. The sight was arresting; it was like she was absorbing me. It was too much to bear. I couldn’t help myself and started squeezing again.

“That's it, that's a good boy,” she purred, in a voice that now rumbled all around me, “show me just what you like to do, when you look at pictures. Jerk off again for me." She was watching this too, enjoying how she was beginning to be able to make me disappear into her body, surrounding my entire head with her young bosom. And she was watching me start to stroke to her again. Was this punishment? Or her showing me my place? “Look at you, so small. You´re between a woman´s huge boobs. Tell me, do you like it? Do you like being this size?”

“oh Melissa yes,” I admitted. Yes, I knew my place.

“Then keep stroking for me, if that’s what you like to do,” she encouraged, “You’re hard for me again, and my mouth’s beginning to water for you already. I can taste our kisses even now.”

Looking into the mirror, I could barely see any of my face, settled as I was back in her cleavage, simply a shadow in her tits.

“You know, the first time I met you I could smell it on you, how much you wanted me,” she continued, “And I can smell it even stronger on you now. I can smell, taste, see, feel, hear everything.” Her hands held me by the shoulders, across my chest, firmly hugging me back into her body. “Baby, all my senses have been tuned in to you for a long time, and now they’re tuning in to the world around us. My nose, my tastebuds, my ears and eyes and skin are all so super sensitive now. Everything, I can sense it all. But, honey, Jay, oh my god. It’s only you that turns me on. It’s only you that I really want. I love that you jerk off to me. I love it, I love you. I want to smell you all the time, I hear your voice when I close my eyes. It’s you that’s the most soft, beautiful, delicious thing to me.”

“Nnnnnggggghh…!” I cried out as I gave into the struggle I‘d been fighting in my own hands. I’d suddenly come again, in a climax that nearly broke my brittle bones. Oh my god I am the worst.

“Shhhh….” she hushed me, slowly hugging her big bosoms between her arms and now completely engulfing my head. Darkness. Warm, soft darkness that smelled like flowers enveloped me. Her heartbeat thrummed strong and powerful around me. She was excited.

She let me finish, cooing to me again, purring me through it, and as my mind reeled and vision swam she slowly released me. I slumped into the sink a broken and tired mess. My fatigue was as crippling as my shame but somehow I was still awake. Or, at least, half-awake. My body, warm and pulsing from the effort, came to rest and I realized I was still, holy shit, half-hard.

My mess of cum was on the counter, on the faucet, on my legs. Steam from the filling bathtub had started to fill the room and fog the mirror. A hand went out and wiped away the growing condensation, and with a <squeak squeak> a clear window in the steam appeared. Our eyes met at that moment. Her beauty shocked me.

“Melissa, y-you’re so beautiful…,” I found myself saying, half in apology and half in frank, sincere adoration. My consciousness was drifting.  “…a fucking goddess.”

“Oh, Jay, not yet I’m not,” she moaned, the depth of her voice belying her own arousal, and how I’d finally pushed her too far, “But I need you, I can’t take it anymore. Turn around.”

Before I knew it she’d lifted me up out of the sink, spun me around, and placed me back in it to kneel towards her. She stood up straight so I was facing the soft washboard of her abdomen. Her left hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me, with insistence, towards her. My eyes now full of her flesh, her other hand reached out and picked up something from the counter.

Is that her phone?

“Kiss me here,” she commanded, the need evident in her voice and I began - despite my crushing fatigue - to anoint her trim belly with my lips. I felt I needed to make reparations. Small offerings, gentle pecks at first, all I could muster. Wait. Is she recording this?

The scent of her, though, from her skin and from the furnace of her womanhood down below was captivating me, energizing me, making me want her more. I forgot the phone and my exhaustion. Little kisses became bigger, and as her hand played in my hair, caressed my ear and tickled my neck, my lips widened. I was mouthing the silky skin around her perfect navel, licking the channels of her six-pack abs, moaning and pressing my face into her belly as if wanting to be deeper, as if I wanted to be somewhere inside.

“Honey yes, yes, yes,” she groaned, “I want you in there too.” The hand on my head started pushing me down, forcing me into her. “Get in there, go deeper.”

I needed no convincing, but her hand still guided me down the path of her abs, over the mound of her mons and clitoral hood until my mouth found her pearl. She shuddered and shook as my lips touched her, and it took barely a breath until the first orgasm shivered through her, bringing with it a torrent of her fluids.

“Oh Jayyyyyyy….” she bellowed, causing the very sink to shake below me. Her voice was suddenly, shockingly deep. I heard something fall and clatter on the countertop. Maybe the phone? Something heavier? “Mmmmmorrrrrre….” she insisted, pressing my face deeper into her labial folds.

My heart raced. I took to her again, licking her lower lips, sucking and mouthing her moisture which had come in a great gush onto my face with her climax. Her sweet stickiness was now all over me, my nose buried in her honeyed depths and breathing in perfumes that grabbed all that I was and enslaved it to her. I pressed my tongue again to her jewel and made her body shake anew, I heard glass crack when she screamed out, and prayed that she wouldn’t break my skull - though maybe I deserved it. Twice more I made her come and twice more I heard the world break around us. I could only imagine what that force could do to me..

I reeled over after the fourth time gasping for air. I came close to falling, but she held me up until she was confident I wouldn’t fall over onto the countertop. Finally, though, she released me. Both hands were planted on her wide hips and she looked down at me with a huge smile. She saw me panting, and shaking, and, though her eyes were still clearly eager she was trying to project an image of strength and beatitude and tolerance. Melissa was all that, and more. She was incredible, growing into something more than human, while I was diminishing into something smaller, something weaker. She loved me though, she understood what I was. She took it upon herself to  show me that she accepted me and had everything under control as she stood up straighter and adopted this position of power.

With both hands on her hips, and that smile on her face. she asked: “Well, are you ready? Ready to come to mama finally?” And then she extended her long arms to me.

“y-yes,” I replied, my voice weak and reedy as I reached up for her.

She took me under the arms, and picked me up. She gathered me into a cradle in her arms. She looked down at me. The world around her was blurry. My face, I knew, was covered in her cum.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s even all in your eyes,” she giggled, with two fingers wiping her honey from my lids. I turned to look at myself, the two of us in the vanity mirror.

The glass had shattered.

“M-Melissa I’m sorry,” I stammered, my eyes meeting hers among the cracked reflections of the mirror, asking for forgiveness for who I was, and  how needy I’d been.

“Shhhhhhh….” she hushed, gathering me closer. “I know who you are, and I love you. I love all of you. You need support, warmth, love, and I can provide all that.” Her voice was low, still throaty from her arousal, and it made the broken shards of glass in the mirror tremble. She was so young, so beautiful. “I can deliver all those things to you, but I need a bit of your permission. I can start to give you what you need, I can start to imprint on you in my next…role. I can make it all better, and make you forget about all your worries once I begin.”

I shuddered, there in her arms, in the warm, steam-filled intimacy of her bathroom. What could I say? ‘No?’ After everything that I’d done, seeing what I was becoming? She still loved me, and seemed to love me more every day, even as she learned more and more about how lowly I really was. She was offering to take care of me. Besides - could I actually manage all this myself? Of course not. It could be so much easier if I let her take care of it, let Melissa take charge of all my worries. She’d said she wanted to…to ‘work on me’. And, yes, I would let her. I would let her…take care of me.

“That’s right, honey,” she cooed, watching me think, “good boy.”

I looked up at her.

She wrinkled her nose down at me, dimples creasing her cheeks. “I’m going to shelter you, protect you. Someone's always got your back, and it’s me,” she giggled, “your big, giant, office manager girlfriend.” She tickled my bare belly with her fingers, causing me to convulse. “And that giant lady’s going to take care of everything you can´t.”

“M-Melissa, I-I…” I stuttered, recovering, trying my best to wrap my mind around what this woman was offering me, the life she was promising.

“Hush, shhhh shhh shhh little man,” she giggled again, “Relax. I’ll be the one who worries, I´ll be the one who fixes all the problems. All you have to do is to lay there, close to me, and allow my love to wash your worries away.” She was stepping us towards the tub. “You can forget about everything. You can let go of all the tension, the stress, all of the yucky stuff you don’t like in the big scary world of women outside. Because it’ll be me there, your woman, taking care of everything for you.” While she cradled  me in her arms, she leaned down and turned off the faucet to the tub, which was now full with warm, steaming water.

Despite it all, despite all the humiliation, all the emasculation, every cell in my body wanted it. My body was telling my crumpled, wasted ego to just accept it. She wanted to be my “mommy girlfriend”? Why not let her? Besides: What sweeter love is there than a maternal one?

“Exactly, honey,” Melissa purred, as if she read my mind, “Just let me do it. I know you’ll love it.”

I was, by some miracle or curse, hard again.

She noticed. “You really are able to recover quickly,” she giggled down to me, sounding impressed by my own single superpower, “But I can feel the tiredness setting in, sweetie. You need to come again, but you need to sleep. I guess I need to drain you until you just can’t move, and then maybe you’ll see.”

From a bank of wall switches over the tub, she turned down the lights.

Carefully, in the humid, semi-dark, she stepped one long leg over the side of the big, white, standalone bathtub, and then the other. Slowly she sat us down, me still in her arms, into the steaming water. It was a big tub, but she was bigger, and there was no way she could stretch all the way out. So when she laid back, her legs were bent at an angle, allowing her knees and thighs to help in cradling and supporting me. The water was warm, just barely hot, and as her soft body wrapped around me I curled around her. We were submerged, both of us to our chests. Under the surface my bones shuddered in the heady luxury of pleasure.

She began to coo to me. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” she asked.

I shook my head ‘no’, as I gazed quietly down at her big breasts.

“This is pretty nice, isn’t it?” she agreed, settling me further. She had a fresh washcloth, wet, and used it to start cleaning my face. “We’re warm, we’re together…” she purred, “…so nice.”

I nodded. After my day of - I’d lost count. Xxx/countless climaxes? - I was so, so tired, and the bath was so relaxing. I was surprised I was still conscious but something was keeping me from sleeping. My erection, maybe? I could feel how it cleared the water from my submerged hips. It wanted attention, it always did. The rest of me, though, was exhausted and curled up like a bug.

“You’re so fragile,” I heard her saying, as she wiped the last of her juices from my temples, “so fragile and I love it.”

Whatever was left of my male pride and ego writhed and roiled a bit, but it was mainly drowned under the warmth of the water and coddled to acquiescence by her big soft tits. “You’re going to protect me?” I asked, looking up at her. Even in the dark here, her eyes twinkled.

“Yes, baby, I am,” she answered, enduringly, and pulled me up to lock my lips into a tender, wet kiss.

I groaned. With her change of embrace, my hips had turned and  my swollen cock squashed into her enormous right breast. I pressed into it, and felt her giggle into our kiss. “You’re still so hard, honey,” she marveled, and kissed me again. She had one hand on the back of my head and the other hand proceeded to reach down and take hold of my buttocks. She pressed my hips into her boob, making me groan and convulse again as I suddenly wanted to rut and fuck her giant tit. Instead, though, she began to move me, pull my entire body more firmly against her own, sliding me against her under the water and spreading her legs until mine were between them. She readjusted herself. I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but when she broke our kiss and slid me down until our hips met I began to get the idea.

It wasn’t possible for me to get my hands around her as her back was pressed against the solid porcelain bottom of the tub. However, I was able to reach around to her sides. Placing one hand on either side of her I held her barreled ribcage, supporting myself just enough to clear my head and shoulders above the water. I was on top of her bigger body, her legs spread. I slid my hands downward, along the sides of her narrow waist, coming to her broad hips. I ran them up her spread thighs and used their support to lift myself up a bit more above the water.

She watched as I marveled at her legs, with both hands running up and down them from knee to hip, tracing the contours of the tremendous muscle that appeared in her thighs whenever she would flex or shift in the tub. I squeezed with as much strength as I could, my hands looking and probably feeling tiny, and she giggled.

“They’re big, huh?” she said, watching with the simple knowledge that I was trying my hardest to make her thighs feel something, giving her a sensual massage. The soft, silky wet skin that I felt on the surface of them was in stark contrast to the unyielding muscle underneath it. Whenever she flexed her muscles and her legs would expand - and she did that for me now, to show me their strength - the softness of her skin could still be felt. She was so, so massive. She reached up, cupped my face in her hands, peering up a bit at me. “Should I be doing more squats? Hm honey? Do you want me to make them even bigger for you?”

Bringing her hands down she moved them onto my shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. I shuddered when I felt her hands slide down and take hold of my upper arms. She could encircle them, around my biceps, in her fingers.

“Flex for me, big guy,” she smiled.

My hands still resting on her thighs for support, I did my best, tensing my arms. At the same time she tightened her grip just enough to prevent the wasted muscle from rising or bulging even the littlest bit. She giggled and then cooed.

“Oooo so strong,” she said, giggling again, while in the same moment she watched my eyes drift to her own arms, which she was also subtly flexing, though with much different result. She was fucking strong, her arms athletically shapely and unquestionably dwarfing my own. She wanted me to see how enormous and powerful she was growing, and realize how weak I looked in her presence. She then slid her hands further down, down past elbows and forearms, wrists, and then she held my hands down to her great thighs, making me feel their power. “Look at my legs. There are so many things I could crush with them, with this body,” she said, “including you. But I would never do that, I promise. I’m going to use it to protect you, hold you.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I marveled, still incredulous.

“Jay, I’ve told you,” she said, a hint of scold, “I don’t want you to use that name.” She bit down on her lower lip, and I heard her voice tremble. “Use mine instead.”

“y-y-yes, okay Melissa,” I agreed, “I love you.”

“I love you too honey,” she told me as - without allowing me another thought - she pulled me down on top of her.

Suddenly, my head was between the swell of her breasts that just cleared the surface of the water. With my face pressed into her cleavage she reached down to grab my hips and squeezed her tits together between her upper arms, trapping my head. Warm, slickly wet skin and boob flesh surrounded me and I felt her hold on me tightening, pulling me more to her. Her body wanted me, I could feel it.

Though there was really no true desire in me to free my head and face from the grip of her cleavage, I tried to pull upwards. I did it with all my might.

“Are you really trying to get away?” she giggled.

“Mmmph!!” was all I could manage in reply as again, putting every bit of strength that I had into it, I tried to pull up out of her enveloping bosom. Nope. I’d known there was no way I could do it, but I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel how effortlessly she held me, how weak I was compared to her. She kept my head firm with her breasts alone.

Melissa felt my struggles, and saw how easy it was to keep me trapped. I fought on, though, knowing it was futile, surrounded by her boobs and the sound of giggles from her chest. I pushed and pulled, and it was only as I began to tire that she slowly started to relax her hold on my head so that I would be able to withdraw myself. She made sure to wait until she felt me tiring and did this slowly in order to show that by no means had I freed my head with my own strength.

She giggled anew, seeing my face and wet, disheveled hair emerge from her tits. I was smiling weakly, still so tired but under her spell once again. How big this girl was! How bosomy and how strong! In the dim light I marveled at the buoyancy of them, how her wet breasts’ upper swells shimmied and bobbed above the surface of the tub's water.

Melissa sat up slightly and took new hold of me. While one hand settled on the back of my head, slowly pulling me back down until - as I turned my face to the side - my cheek rested gently on her left breast and shoulder, the other hand took hold of my penis. As she drew me forward she adjusted me slightly and brought my cock head  against her lower lips, under the water.

“Oh, god, Melissa,” I breathed, closing my eyes in anticipation.

“That’s right, baby,” she cooed, as my body began to tremble, as she began to insert my shaft, “make love to mama.”

I gasped, feeling myself slowly begin to slide inside her. My arms were, as best they could, reaching around her chest at their fullest point, my cheek against her big breast. She’d put her right hand on my backside, holding my hips to her, between her spread thighs. She made me lay so that as much of my weight as possible rested atop her breasts.

With her right hand she pushed on my hips and gave a delighted gasp, arching her back as I slid fully in. I was lifted, for a moment, further into the air and I could sense how much effort it was taking for her to not take hold of my head once again and crush it  back into her cleavage. As her back vaulted she spread her legs further, and I thought I heard cracking from the sides of the tub.

At first I could hardly move. Her strong arms gently wrapped around my body while her inner muscles held my erection firmly inside her, each the grasp of a vice. It was only when I felt those internal muscles flex that I could respond and began to move within her.

Another gasp escaped her as I slowly started to thrust. Though I was on top she controlled the pace, both with her right hand spanning my buttocks and with her vaginal muscles. She allowed me to pull outwards, but as I withdrew she would tense her internal muscles not so much that she prevented the action or caused me pain, but still forcing me to move more slowly or risk hurting myself. And then she would relax her muscles and allow me to enter her. Sliding in, then out. Sliding in, then out. Under the water, my motions caused ripples in our bath.

“Honey, baby, you feel so good,” she purred, holding my head still tender to her chest. Her body had relaxed from its arch, and now we lay warmly together in the dark bath. The fact that a fully grown man was currently laying atop them seemed to mean very little to Melissa’s breasts. While they did give slightly, they remained buoyant above the surface. My hug around them, as I was just able to reach their sides, was just enough to feel pleasant to the touch.

Indulgently, she slowly let go of my butt, relaxed her vaginal walls and let me start to use my own strength to move. She was giving me a bit of control, letting me manage the rhythm a little more. Her brobdingnagian hips moved along with me, bringing waves to the water. “There you go, baby,” she purred, in the baby-talk she used in bed, “Are you fucking me? Hm? Are you fucking mama?”

Oh god.

Suddenly, I lost it. I came.

“nnngh nnngh nnnnngh..!” I moaned into her shoulder.

“Shhhh…shhhh…good boy…” she whispered, letting me empty myself into her.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” I repeated. I’d come too fast.

“Shhhh…” she whispered again. There was a gentle nudge on my buttocks, her hand there once more. She was keeping me inside her. A new wave of perfume filled my breath as I panted into her shoulder, and I was not softening. “Keep going. Do it again.”

I groaned. Now I just wanted to sleep.

“Oh, baby, try. Try to keep going,” she breathed, earnestly. It was apparent in her voice that she wanted it, wanted another climax herself. And I was still hard. But could I do it? Oh my god I was so burnt out. “Maybe I should help you,” she asked earnestly, “You’re too tired, let me take over.”

Now it was her, all her. It was her hand on my buttocks, the grip of her vagina and the groundswell motion of her mighty hips that was doing the submerged fucking. I was a wasted shell atop her but my cock still had use, had life in it. I was now just holding on as she used my body to fuck herself.

“Nnnngh yes yes that’s right,” she purred, “just like that…”

“Oh g-…oh Melissa…” I moaned, mouthing her shoulder, doing what I could.

“Good, baby, good,” she urged, rocking us in a gentle rhythm now, “keep going, keep going.” She was moving me now to best stimulate herself, and through her chest wall I heard her mighty heart thrum-thumping faster and faster. I realized its beat was shaking my skull.

As much as I could I helped, I thrust my hips in and out and in and out although my strength and effort was just a trifling afterthought compared to hers. I was on top but she was fucking me, for sure. My body was responding again, though, another climax in the gate, clomping towards the line and waiting for release. “nnngh nngh nngh,” I grunted.

“Oh Jay….” she moaned. Her body shuddered and I could hear several things being broken around us. Glass fell, maybe from the mirror onto the countertop, tinkling in the darkness. Rattling our world only seemed to excite her, and she accelerated our fuck rhythm; she groaned at her own power. In, out, in out she pumped me. In out in out in out. “Jayyyyyy…!” she repeated and abruptly threw her head backwards. It struck the bathtub with a forceful shattering <crack> that I knew wasn’t her skull but rather - oh god - the tub.

Her legs now, too, coming to wrap behind me, widened some more, her thighs just below her knees pushing out and <crrrrrrackkk..!> fracturing the tub further. Her hand and hips moved me more forcefully, more insistently.

At this point I was just riding her giant wave, but I had to say something. “M-Melissa..?” I stuttered in concern, even as my orgasm began to swell and her lower legs gripped me to her, “y-you’re…you’re…”

As her body stiffened it was clear what was going on. I felt myself being lifted higher as her back arched again. I held on. She was coming, and I was a little thing attached to her and oh my god I was about to come also but she was also…she was also…

“y-you’re breaking the tub..!” I weakly wailed.

She gasped, knowing not to scream because of what it could do to me, or the room around us. But, the tub? She didn’t…she didn’t fucking care. <ccrack! crackk cracckkk crrack!> her legs spread wider and <CRACK!! CRACK!! >

I collapsed atop her. I was coming, and I was listening to her break the world around us. Water gushed out from the porcelain tub, my strength gushed down into her, and she gushed out into the world with her sex. <Splash!> I heard the water falling out onto the floor and felt air hit my body.

“JAYYYYYY..!!!” she finally cried in her ecstasy, shaking the air and the whole room around us, but holding me to her for safety. And with one final push she spread her legs as far as they could go, and the walls of the tub gave completely away with a shattering <crash!> and a final cascade. Now it was no longer the water’s warmth around me, just hers.

My climax was done, but I couldn’t stop shaking. We lay in the remains of the tub, all but empty of water, holding one another. She was coming down from her own majestic rapture and drew me further in, purring, seemingly unconcerned that she’d just broken her mother’s huge, elegant bathtub and possibly ruined the entire bathroom. Water was sure to be everywhere, possibly running out into the bedroom. She didn’t care.

“Oh, Jay, that was amazing,” she growled, hugging me possessively. One hand still held my butt, the other stroked my head. Despite being wet, despite now being naked in the dark air, I was not cold. She held me, and her post-coital warmth was enveloping, overwhelming.We were both wet. I was still submerged, but now in her. Her heart beat strong below my right ear, plastered to her warm, slick chest. My mouth gaped.

“M-Melissa,” I began, “y-you-“

“Shhh,” she stopped me, holding my head more tightly to her shoulder and breast, “I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

That was, I guess, enough for me. I settled my face against her skin, feeling her lower muscles still slowly milking my cock, as if trying to draw out every last drop of my seed. How I still had any, after my marathon of sex today, was beyond me. It was, holy crap, so m-m-m-

My mouth opened, my chest shuddered, and I gave a huge yawn.

“Thhheerrrrre it is,” Melissa purred gently down at me, giggling tenderly, intimate in the semi-dark, “my tired little man.” My yawn was done, and my eyes had begun to flutter but I felt her big hand leave my head, go to my hips and next my thickness was being draw out of her with an audible <sllllurrrp> and she turned me over, so I now lay on my back atop her, head pillowed between her big breasts behind me. She had her arms pressed together enough so they were squished up into a nice cushion of cleavage. I settled back, nestled in, and her arms crossed around me in a hug. My spent member lay up onto my belly. “You go ahead, curl up and take a nap on me if you want,” she said. Apparently she really wasn’t concerned that she’d destroyed her mother’s guest bathroom. “After what your body went through today you must be so tired.”

I really was, I really was tired, and I opened my mouth for another huge yawn. “Thank you, thank you Melissa,” I found myself murmuring, “thank you for everything.”

“Oh, shhhh,” she hushed me, holding me tight, “Now that we have some alone time I want to make sure all your needs are met. Do you feel good?”

“Y-yeah,” I answered, groggily, “I feel good.”

“Good,” she replied, kissing the top of my wet head, “And I want to make you happy. And I want to make your life better, and save you from the hardness of life.”

Life was hard out there, wasn’t it? I couldn’t imagine it without Melissa.

“I want to help you,” she continued, hands caressing my belly, “I can do anything you want me to. From now on, you won’t need anything else but me.”

She took my semi-firm member into her hands. She slowly started to pump it.

“Nnnnnnghhh….” I murmured weakly. What did she mean to do? Again?? I was starting to drift away but…but…

“I know you feel your best when I’m taking care of you. And for me to do that you need to do as I say. Because mommy Melissa knows best. Okay?”

Because I felt it, I agreed. “y-yes.”

“Good boy,” she praised, still unhurriedly pumping my slowly solidifying cock.

I shivered.

She giggled. “Being called a good boy feels good, hm? Being praised by me feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” she purred, as she continued a lazy rhythm on my tumescent erection, no complaint from me, “Yes it does. And to get my praise you do what I tell you, right?”

“y-yes Melissa…” I murmured.

She giggled, and kissed the top of my head again, this time with what felt like more of an open mouth. It may have been my imagination, half-falling into sleep as I was, but it seemed the wet ends of her long, thick hair were gathering from behind my shoulders around me. It was so soft, so warm; it tickled my neck, sliding like tendrils around it. “It’s simple, right? It’s so easy,” she said, “I know that you’re just like any guy. You need to be told what to do, reminded sometimes that what we tell you is for your own good, It’s what’s best for you. Now, you just lay back onto me.”

“yesss…” I agreed, closing my eyes as I felt her hair slide across them, their closed lids, caressing my temples and cheeks. Her hands were still lazily pumping my cock, and I knew that if I fell under she’d be bringing me pleasure in my sleep.

Behind my closed eyes, it was like I could see the other girls, all miles away. Was this a dream already? They were laughing, incredulous at what I could do, eager for another. I could give it to them.

“Look what we’re becoming, Jay,” Melissa marveled, “Look what we can do.” Her mouth, behind me, was widening. I felt it on my pate, testing. “I’m so glad we’re working on this together,” she cooed, as I felt - behind me - her throat and jaw working, moving,, “you and me, every step of the way.”

Her jaw flexed again, wider.

“Just like Randi took care of you all day…” she purred, reaching one hand under my nethers to pull my body up a bit closer to her. Her next kiss on my head was enormous, and turned my head to loll a bit to the left. “...I’m going to take care of you all night.”

In the dark, as I fell into a sleep and felt my loins tensing, I felt her lips, then teeth, on both sides of my skull…

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thanks to RiF for the edits, and I regret to say I don’t know whose render was the base of the second image.