GITJ Post 415: Melissa Comes Home, p2

He woke, feeling himself being pulled back from slumber by a sweet and familiar scent.

“Hi hunny,” Melissa giggled, watching him come to in her arms as he drifted back into reality. Randi had left a little while ago and he looked confused. He was still on the couch, and he was still naked, but now he was being cradled by an entirely different woman. “I’m home.”

He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming.

Melissa gathered him up to herself and - I can’t wait any longer - pressed her lips securely to his. His eyes went wide.

He felt her arms tighten up on him. Not enough to cause him any pain but certainly enough to make him know he was trapped, immobilized, unable to do anything in her strong arms. He was surrounded by her, and it made him shudder. When he began to need air he felt her tongue pressing against the outside of his lips and so he opened his mouth to allow it entrance. The moment he did he felt fresh air flowing into him and he took a breath, filling himself with her.

Melissa loved kissing him. She loved putting her big tongue in his mouth. She loved maintaining their kisses by supplying him with the air that he needed. It wasn’t just being able to keep their kisses going that she enjoyed; she liked having him depend on her even for his oxygen. To the best of her growing abilities she loved separating him from the rest of the world, giving him everything he needed, growing into everything he needed. She wanted him to know that he was entirely hers, and that he was becoming dependent on her..

Today had taken forever! They’d been apart for hours! It felt so good to be able to drink him up now. Melissa kept kissing him, and tried her best to remain gentle; she knew he was still just waking up. She had her hold on him relaxed enough so that he could pull away from the kiss whenever he wanted…but of course he didn’t. Instead, he pushed in closer and whined. To be honest, her hand on his cock helped, and she realized that he had no intention of backing off. She knew he wanted this - needed this - as much as she did, and her heart fluttered in response. Whenever she felt him growing short of breath, she opened her mouth and gently breathed into his. He liked this alot, she could tell. And he liked how she was stroking him, slow and tender.

Oh, Jay, I missed you.

I missed you too.

After a time, though, their kiss ended. He had hardened, stiffened, come to orgasm again in her left hand, a gentle climax that nonetheless brought Bliss.The wave came and went and she wiped his come onto his naked chest.

“I’m so glad to see you again,” she purred down to her treasure, her boyfriend, her little man.  She lazily stroked his right cheek.  “Did you have a nice day?”

Thoughts, feelings, memories of his afternoon with Randi swirled. How much did she know? How much had Randi told her? It was shameful. Maybe she knew everything already - it was likely she did - but he couldn’t bring himself to speak of it. He did, though, feel compelled to tell her his deepest truth. “I was nervous without you here,” he admitted, in a voice small and docile.

“Oh, honey,” Melissa gushed, her heart fluttering and skin warming at his honesty. She loved his vulnerability; coming from an adult man, it was like a drug to her. Hearing him confess his growing dependence on her very presence excited her, made her want to gather and enwomb him into her middle. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you today, I was so busy at the office. You know I left Randi here just to take care of you though, right?”

“y-yes,” he acknowledged, “but…still. I didn’t have any way to get in touch with you. I…I still don’t have a phone. I…I couldn’t…” His voice trailed off.

Oh my goodness he was scared without me.

“Shhh, honey, shhh…” she cooed, still stroking his cheek, “It’s okay…” This could be a good step. She knew what he wanted to ask her. “Use your words, sweetie. Tell me what you need.”

“I…I need…a new phone?” he questioned, unsure of himself and unsure of how she would react. Trembling, he looked up at her perfect, beautiful face, “C-can you help me get one?”

Melissa knew she needed to be able to protect him better, and that of course him being able to reach her was important. Still, though, she needed a bit more. After a moment, she smiled warmly down at him, his left cheek wan and resting against her breast through her blazer, blouse and bra. “I think you can ask better than that.”

She felt him shudder, and watched his face contort. His pride was putting up a fight, and losing. Good.

“C-can you please get me a new phone?” he asked.

She giggled.

“Yes okay sweetie,” she beamed, “Mama will get you a new phone.”

She saw him blush and felt him tremble again - oooo he liked that - and was already reaching into her cleavage with her free left hand to pull out her own phone. “I’m going to text the girls and have them get you one for tomorrow.”  She’d begun typing immediately. “Does that work?”

“Yes, thank you,” he admitted, shrinking into her embrace, embarrassed but relieved and happy.

After a moment, a couple pings back and forth with Marisela, she put her phone aside and picked up the television remote from the side table. She was hungry, and possibly he was too.  This moment was too precious to abandon just yet, but she needed protein, and more than he could provide. She lifted him from her lap.

“Let’s sit on couch and watch your show together,” she said, handing him the remote after she sat him up on the couch and made her way towards the kitchen, “Randi said you like that one with the big ladies. You find it, I’m just going to get a shake. I’ll bring you something too.”

She’d left him there, but had given him a blanket. Otherwise he’d start to shiver without her body’s warmth. You poor thing. You’ll probably shiver anyway, even with the blanket. I’ll be quick, I’ll be back.

She prepared their liquid dinners in the kitchen as she heard him flipping channels. Mercifully, she decided on a glass for him…though the thought of bottle-feeding him his new nutrition while holding him on her lap was a tempting one, for sure. She’d needed to stir the white powder from his special package with a spoon.  The warm water helped it to dissolve easily until it had a nice milky consistency. Amazing, she marveled to herself as she stirred, recalling what they’d told her about it earlier when she’d picked it up from Evolution after work. The bag probably held about a week’s worth of the powder that the nutritionist had made for her;  they said she could have them make up more anytime she wanted.

Once she was satisfied, and seeing Jay had found his channel in the other room, she also readied a protein shake, premade in the fridge, for herself.

Though her feet were bare she made sure he felt her footfalls shake the floor as she came back from the kitchen. She could hear how the sound of it made his heart race.

“I’m back,” she announced with a giggle, carrying the drinks.  Her towering silhouette, cast by the light of the large screen tv behind her, was probably dramatic and she loved seeing his face gaze up at her in astonished wonder. She turned at the hip, allowing him to appreciate the view for a moment as she blocked out the light from the TV.  His show was on, the one Randi said he’d been watching all afternoon. It was a good one for him, one she approved of, but just for a moment she wanted all of his attention and for him to know what was really important. She took a long draw of her shake, and felt it almost immediately go to work in her body, feeding it. He’d paused the show.

She turned her big butt towards him, backed it up, and sat down. “Here you go,” she offered, handing him the tall, thin glass of what looked, and felt, like warm milk. Melissa smiled secretly as she sat down, her own dinner in hand as well.

Jay carefully balanced the drink in his hands, needing to readjust himself as Melissa's weight settled heavily alongside him. He felt her broad hips close in on his right, stabilizing him. “What’s this?” he asked, sniffing the what-looked-like-milk-but-was-definitely-not-milk in his glass. He recalled with a shiver what she’d said she fed him overnight, Katarina’s breastmilk. This was definitely not that.

“It’s a protein thing,” Melissa half-lied, wanting to spare him the ignominy of telling him it was baby formula, specially crafted at Evolution to match her…what did they call it? Her ‘particular protein profile’. “Try it, I think you’ll like it.”

He took a sip, warily. It was chalky, a little bit, but otherwise it tasted pretty good for a protein shake. Thinner, for sure, but sweet and…. “yeah, wow, good,” he admitted.

Melissa nearly melted, seeing the little mustache of it on his lip, knowing what it really was, what was in it, and what it would help him eventually do for real. ‘Oxytocin’ was one of the words they’d used, though she didn’t really know what that was, just that they wanted it activated in him. She watched him take another sip, and then another. She was so glad he liked it!

He needed the nutrition, at the very least, they both knew that, and this was the first palatable thing besides milk that he’d had in days. His body was starving for calories and withering away, and though he had to admit he found it darkly arousing, his shrinking was troubling as well. The fact that pounds had been melting away from him nearly as quickly as they’d been gathering onto her was disturbing - well at least it was to him. So maybe a protein shake that he could stomach wasn't a bad idea. He took another big sip of it and - feeling pretty relaxed, suddenly - sat back deeper into the couch.

Melissa smiled and removed her suit jacket, folded it, put it aside. In her white blouse and skirt she sat back with him and began enjoying her own meal. It was half gone already and she knew she would eventually need to get another shake, but for now she arranged the blanket over their laps, took the remote and hit <play>. The screen came to life again as they settled in for a quiet evening.

Omigod this is so much fun!

Melissa immediately felt like he was not sitting close enough to her, and so she bodily dragged him over to cuddle. She felt  him stiffen, surprised by her much larger body pressing so closely against his own and her arm wrapping around him. When he didn’t lean over right away, Melissa tightened her grip on him and forced his head against the side of her big left breast. He sunk into it nicely.

Through her crisp blouse he could feel the firm architecture of her bra. “Mmmph!” he laughed. Having some good protein in his belly was definitely making him feel better. “Melissa! Hey! I can barely see!”

“That’s okay,” she jabbed at him in playful response, though if anything burying his head deeper into her chest, “I don’t know if I want you looking at all these pretty girls in this show. I think they’re all taller than me.”

They were. Nearly the whole cast of women they’d found for this show were remarkably tall - or at least they were made to look that way through the miracle of special effects. None of them could have really been that tall, he figured. And they were all too drop-dead gorgeous, to boot. There has to be some smoke and mirrors here, but even if there weren't…

“But none of them are half as pretty as you,” he commented, knowing she’d like that. “Even Harry’s wife,” he continued, commenting on the beautiful blond who was currently onscreen at her makeup table while her hapless husband complained about his day, “You’re so much prettier.”

She did. She did like that. She pulled him tighter. He was still naked.

“But she’s so famous and beautiful…” Melissa said. It was true - the blonde actress from the show was currently one of hollywood's big rising stars right now. Melissa figured she and the other actresses were on some sort of treatment, they had to be. Probably Program.

“Meh she’s alright,” Dr. J quipped, knowing his tempered reaction to this actress was probably atypical. Most men would swoon looking at her doing what she was doing now, turning towards the camera, bust front-and-center. “I swear being around you has permanently affected my perception of the world.”

Oh, Melissa loved that. “And how have I affected your ‘perception of the world’?” she asked, holding him to her, letting him pause to take a drink of his dinner and consider.

“I suppose the best way I can put it is that it’s hard to be impressed by a single star after you’ve seen the sun.” He looked up at her; she was watching the screen but the smile on her face told him that he had picked the right words. Her heartbeat had grown loud.

“So is the beauty or the fame and power that she has is like a little tiny star compared to me, the sun?” Melissa asked. This turn to the conversation was lighting little fires inside her, stoking her ego.

“Yes, sure,” he added plainly, “You’re incredible, Melissa, the perfect girl, the perfect woman. You’ve kinda ruined me for all other women.”

Bingo. She liked that.

“Oh, c’mon…”

“No, it’s true,” he persisted, “Other girls just seem so plain compared to you.”

“Even Randi?”

At that, he blushed, squirmed. He didn’t know what to say. Onscreen, Harry’s wife had just stood, towering over her husband.

“Shhhh shh shh it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed,” Melissa giggled, making sure the jiggles in her chest would jostle against his cheek, “I heard all about your little day together, you and Randi.”

“Y-yeah I uh…”

“Some shopping huh? I hear you spent all the money I gave you.”

“Uhhhh…” She’s worried about the shopping?

“That must have kept you busy,” Melissa continued casually, taking a drink from her shake, “Do anything else?”

‘Do anything else?’ How many times had Randi- “uh..?”

Melissa giggled again. “I’m joking!” she laughed, “I know about the other stuff, too. It’s okay, I’m glad you two had fun. I know you have your needs and I’m glad Randi was here to help.”

Good lord this woman is a marvel. Where on earth did she come from?? How can she not be jealous? He’d just spent the day in debauchery, being serviced by one of his girlfriend’s best friends, and rather than angry Melissa seemed tickled. He knew, though, that he should at least try to explain himself.

In the meantime, Melissa had begun to feel a familiar set of tingles start to amplify, deep from her bones. Out there, people were watching…

“When I was with her,” he began, as the two of them watched Harry being physically lifted off the floor from beneath his arms and put into his bedroom closet, “all I could think about is you.” He remembered his earlier metaphor and decided to go for broke. “It’s always like that, with anyone. They’re all just little twinkles in the sky compared to you.”

“Oh you!!” Melissa squealed as she squashed him, in a bosomy hug, into the side of her chest, “You’re going to make me melt!” He didn’t have to see Melissa’s face to know that a wide grin had taken over her face. He even heard a little growl rumbling in her chest. His adorations, along with the growing tingles inside her, were beginning to get to be too much. “So you’d rather be with me, watch me instead of the ladies on this show, huh?”

“oh my god yes,” he said with a conviction that actually shocked her.

In a sudden shift, she was up off the couch - protein shake put aside them on the side table - and on her knees in front of him. She gazed up at him.

His eyes had gone wide.

“I hear you watched my interview on the news from last night,” her voice a sultry tease as long fingers crept the soft gray blanket which covered his lap before sliding towards herself to caress her own chest. Excitement resonated, deepening her voice. “How’d I look?”

He remembered watching the interview, his eyes fixed to the screen, cock in Randi’s mouth. “B-beautiful of course.”

“Wanna see more?” she asked, voice dropping to a deep purr as she undid one button on the neckline of her blouse, her gemstone eyes watching his gaze drop to the newly blossomed bulge of cleavage. She smiled. “More of the interview, I mean.”

“t-there’s more?” he managed.

“Mmmmhmm,” she purred, acutely aware of not only his rapt attention but the tingles inside her skin that signaled the attention of countless others, from all over Channel 5’s viewing area. They were already working on her, growing her, amplifying her abilities. “It’s probably on right about now. In fact I’m sure it is,” she said, “Wanna check?

As she was reaching for the remote, her smile curled a bit devilishly. “Oh yeah. My old boss from the car dealership reached out to me today,” she said casually, picking up the remote control and pretending to inspect its buttons, “said he saw the interview last night. Really liked it.”

“r-really?” Dr. J replied at a loss, not really sure how else to respond.

“He asked me for a job,” she continued, pivoting at the waist just enough to point the remote at the television. She felt his eyes fall to the silhouetted profile of her big left boob. She pressed some buttons; channels began to change. “Isn’t that funny?”

Her previous boss wants to come work for us? he thought, a little confused, Or, rather…for her? “What’d you say?”

“I told him to tune in, watch me again tonight,” she said, the tv having come to Channel 5, “But what do you think? Should I bring him in, help h- Ooo! Here it is!”

“Oh, Melissa,” he groaned, as immediately the first image was a close up of her enormous chest. It filled the huge screen.

She had turned back towards him and put the remote aside. She’d never got the chance to see the final footage before it went live, but she would rather watch him and his reactions to it than the interview itself. His eyes were locked onto the screen, the light from the television dancing over his transfixed features. She knew how she must look in that top. She’d chosen it for the interview, the plunging pink thing that left little of her massive size to the imagination. It was a racy choice for network tv, an evening newscast, but the producers were okay with it. They knew they were at a point they could push the envelope. Plus, they had their orders from higher up. They were ready to help start melting some minds, and gather more viewers for themselves, not to mention more followers for her. It certainly had his attention.

His massive cock was already tenting the soft blanket over his lap, twitching expectantly and begging for her. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him but his eyes remained captivated by what was onscreen. She watched his face, but began to think about how thrilling it was, knowing that there were thousands of other people out there watching at this very moment, watching her, looking at her. The tingles in her body, the unmistakable feeling of herself growing from the lapping waves of attention were testament to that. She began to stroke him with the plushness of the blanket, the soft fleece lining rubbing against him, and imagined what they were all doing in the privacy of their own homes. Women admiring her, men doing - haha - a little more than that. There are thousands of people now out there thinking about me, fixating on me, giving up to me. She could feel their energy.

I want him to be one of them.

Gently, as he still sat mesmerized by her interview and how the camera sat pulled by the gravity of her bosom, she took one of his hands - he uses the right one, usually - and slid it under the blanket.

“You like that pink top I’m wearing?” she asked, watching as his eyes remained fixed to the screen, his gaze drawn into the depths of the cleavage onscreen. She knew how revealing the outfit she’d worn for the interview was. “I have it upstairs,” she said casually, though he barely seemed to notice, “I could put it on for you?” She’d taken his hand and, dutifully wrapped it around his shaft under the privacy of the blanket. He now - with the help of her own right hand - gripped himself under the blanket, his turgid member throbbing throbbing in his own palm. It was so obvious what he was doing; his hips were shivering, nearly bucking. Again though, he barely seemed to notice. “You might like it if I wore it again for you? It’s very pretty, I like the pattern.”

She’d started moving his hand up…and down, up and down and up and down his length and, slowly, she was able to move her own hand away. Her smile curled as she slid her hand out from under the blanket, and watched. That's right, baby. If everyone else is going to jerk off to me, you might as well too.

For a moment, she turned again at the waist, looking over her shoulder at the tv to see where they were at. This piece, this part of the interview was still in the back of the limo, but it also spent some time outside. It would run about four minutes, plenty of time for him to-

“OH..! Oh haha sweetie!” she exclaimed, having turned back to find his body thrashing under the blanket, “That was quick!”

His body, his thin little frame, was convulsing, his arm pumping up and down and hand obviously getting himself off under the blanket as he still stared wide-eyed at the bigscreen tv.

“That’s right, that’s right baby,” she said, wide-eyed herself as she watched, “Do it. Get it all out. Come for me.” Though she figured it’d happened quite a bit, she’d never actually watched a guy jerk off to her before. It was fascinating, seeing a man - seeing him - like this, grunting and twitching and lost in his orgasm. It was empowering, knowing the sight of her could do this. It was also kind of funny, seeing him all jerky and spastic. And that there were hundreds, maybe thousands of other guys out there doing this exact same thing, at this very minute, bringing her all these tingles? It actually made her laugh.

“C’mon baby, that’s right,” she cooed, after her giggles had twinkled away. He was still jerking off. Though he’d already come into the fleece lining of the soft blanket, he was still enthralled.

He's trying to go for it again.

She smiled in satisfaction and settled herself on her knees to bathe in his adulation and enjoy the show. She wanted to watch him. She wanted to see.

She pulled off the blanket.

“That’s right honey, keep going,” she purred, “I want you to show me how much you really love me...”

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thank you thank you RiF, editor.