GITJ Post 369: Breakfast in the Breakroom

“Thanks so much Shanette,” Melissa said as I turned to step out of the car. One of my tall, shapely medical assistants, one of Melissa’s best friends, had opened the door for me and I tentatively slid over on my seat and put my feet down onto the pavement below. The sun shone brightly in my face as I squinted out into the light and saw, behind some construction tape and a temporary fence, the new grand entrance to the office. We’d have to go in the side door, still. “I don’t want him walking in by himself, just yet,” Melissa added.

“No worries,” Shanette beamed, down at me, hand extended for me to take, to help me stand. She was in blue scrubs, and looked so tall. In the morning sun her teeth shone brilliant white against her dark mocha complexion, and her thick hair fell softly around her trim shoulders. I began to reach up for her assistance but suddenly I felt another hand, on my left shoulder.

“Wait, kiss!!” Melissa commanded with a giggle from the driver’s seat, spinning me back towards her for a moment to give me a goodbye smooch. This one lasted only a second, but her kisses always made my world swim and it was enough to send me reeling. “Now, remember sweetie,” she explained again to me, reminding me of my morning as my vision settled, “I have to go into the clinic, my doctors need me. But the girls know your schedule. You do what they tell you.”

I felt myself pout. Both Melissa and Shanette giggled at my reaction.

“Awww look at his little face,” Shanette cooed, “he doesn’t want you to go.”

“I know it’s frustrating…I want to be together too,” Melissa said, “But we talked about this. I should be back by lunchtime, and we have a date to go over the new hires. Okay?”

“O-okay,” I agreed, voice cracking like an adolescents and momentarily lost as my eyes met hers. She had such beautiful eyes, such a beautiful smile. Her dimples, her cheeks, her cheekbones, her jaw. Her complexion, just olive and tanned enough. It was all perfect, as was her body.

Her body! Oh my god her body! I’d spent most of my eight hours in her bed last night curled into it, dry nursing or nuzzling, wrapped to her skin under sheets and the soft lace of her nightgown. My mouth at times had become one with her nipple, my shriveled body at home wrapped in her strong arms. I’d fallen asleep held to her, and the night became a somnolent - at times waking - dream, filled with  her cooings and reassurances as we bonded. We made love several times in the darkest hours, sometimes with me still half asleep and her on top, pulled between my dreams and a warm and tender reality. It had been a night of comfort, and as I surrendered to her love I’d come to be more and more at peace with what Melissa was becoming to me, not just a lover but a protector. Through our intimacy I was slowly accepting my own vulnerability, how much I needed her, and - at her urging - how much I needed the girls.

“Good boy,” she told me, acknowledging that I understood her directions. I saw how her eyes darted up, over me, to meet with her friends’ behind me. Melissa turned me back, to face Shanette.

“Can you make sure he gets breakfast?” Melissa asked, as I felt her supportive hand leave my back as I rose, pulled up out of the BMW’s passenger seat by Shanette. “The last thing he ate was, like, a s’more.”

“I saw that on Insta last night, they looked so good!” Shanette giggled as she helped me steady myself on my feet. “But sure,” she continued, now with a hand on each of my shoulders, looking down at me, “I’ll get him fed. We have a bunch of fresh scones in the breakroom. Do you like cranberry scones, sweetie? Hm? Emily made some, ‘specially for you, she said so.”

Wait. Was Shanette talking to me?

“Oh-uh…yeah…Y-yes,” I answered.

The girls both giggled.

“And I’ll make sure he gets his morning hugs,” Shanette added, abruptly pulling my head into her massive bosom. Even through her scrubs the waves of coconut and vanilla - along with the hint of the same perfume all the girls were wearing - surrounded my face, became my air for the moment. With me several inches under five feet, and Shanette likely now above six even in just her crisp white work sneakers, I was at the ideal height for a trademark embosoming. Shanette held me there, in her vigor shaking my whole upper torso as she giggled again, squashing her soft breasts around my head and growling playfully.

“Thank you sweetie,” Melissa called to Shanette, who was now gently releasing me from her embrace and reaching down to close the car door, “I’ll see you all soon! Mwah!” She’d blown us both a big kiss.

I waved goodbye, feeling a weird sense of desolation, like a vacuum had just opened around me as Melissa’s car pulled away. But, Shanette’s arm came around my shoulders and the empty space began to fill with her and the warmth of her coconut skin, and then Aubrey and her smile as she met us at the side door, followed by Lakshmi’s curvy hips as she helped escort us in. Soon, I had a throng of them, in the halls and then the breakroom, a gaggle cooing and clucking at my arrival. To a girl each and every one hugged me as they vied for my attention and swarmed me with their own.  There were smooches and squeezes, greetings and giggles as I was ushered in with ‘good morning’s and ‘hi handsome’s. The breakroom had maybe eight of them - Shanette and Aubrey, Lakshmi and Josie, Lexi and Katie from Marketing and Sales (why, again, did we need Marketing and Sales?). Sammi the intern stood near the countertop next to a plate of fresh scones. Her hair was yet another new  shade golden brown. Nearby Amelia was chatting with the blonde gym-bunny Stephanie about some morning “cam session” and where to make investments with a new stream of cash.

“Omigod BOOMfood is going onto the  WSE,” I overheard Stephanie say, mentioning the new stock exchange I’d read about, catering to women investors and female-owned companies, “You should totally try to get in on that one.” She took a long suck from the straw of her own BOOMfood high-protein smoothie. Though Amelia looked bored, and was checking her nails, I could sense that her radar was up. She’d glanced my way when we entered, and now beckoned to me for my hug.

“C’mere,” said the blonde uber-Barbie, arms outstretched, lethally-manicured fingers waggling, “You know what to do.” Amelia was not in her normal scrubs, but rather a short-sleeved pink top, ribbed, and a black pencil skirt. She looked enormous, breasts bigger than I remember and even more so as - magnetically, pulled towards her - I came in for a hug.

mmMMmph! I was boob-height to these amazons.

“You look nice today, Amelia,” someone commented.

“Yeah I have a meeting later, with some social media consultant lady,” she replied, arms wrapped around my head, casual as a vise. She smelled like Melissa, in so many ways, but had her own flavors as well.  As Amelia pulled me deeper I thought I heard someone mention something about a  group bank account, but the squash of her implants was making it harder to hear or - frankly - even think straight.

On my release, I was hugged by others, my hair straightened, my wrinkled scrubs complimented, and then I was urged to sit down. Sammi came up to me, with what looked like a cranberry scone on a small paper plate and a thin paper napkin. Someone else put a coffee down next to me, in my “World’s Best Boss” mug. I almost chuckled.

But then my stomach turned. Was that the smell of the coffee? The scone? Something else? Standing beside me was Lexi, a transplant from Evolution, thin, tall and vaguely Jewish, big in all her features - 

- eyes, mouth, and the tits that her thin collared shirt strained to contain. Instinctively my head turned towards her and I drew a deep breath. Ahhh. Her perfume - sandalwood, maybe, but also very similar to Melissa’s - that helped settle things.

“Emily made these,” Sammi spoke up, picking up the scone and offering it to my face - kind of abruptly. “An old family recipe. Totally bonzer, I hear. You have to try some.” Again my gut roiled but I figured maybe I was just hungry. For some reason, I found myself looking up at Lakshmi. I shudder now, knowing that I was looking for her approval.

“You can try it, Doctor J,” she said, gently nodding.

“Emily said she made this one just for you,” Sammi added, tucking a strand of long blondish hair behind her ear.

Hadn’t that just been brown? “w-wow, okay,” I stammered. Yes, the one Sammi had for me looked a little different than the scones the girls were eating. Mine had some sort of frosting, a dribbled glaze of white.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” said Josie.

I took a tentative nibble.

It tasted weird. Sweet, crumbly like scones should be. But also vaguely spicy, and like…burnt hair. Burnt hair and the frosting was b-

whoah.

With a sudden pop and a flash, a memory came into me, so vivid that  it made me gasp. Some of the pink fog that had been clouding my brain finally lifted and I remembered being held naked and aloft over the water, over the bubbling steam of the hot tub at Melissa’s house. I knew immediately it was a memory from this past weekend.

Girls had been surrounding me, cooing and cheering; my boxers floated on the tub’s surface. The water looked briny and my member lay cold and wet dangling between my legs, pulsing, drooling like I’d just climaxed. From a distance across the pool, in the far shadows of the huge glassed-in room, three other female figures watched. Dark, like nightfall itself, but their eyes seemed to glow, a bright magenta that temporarily captured my gaze. Their ritualistic robes ancient, flowing around them like the fog and steam that rose from the hot tub. Who were they? But - now more pressingly - who was the immensely strong person holding me up, by the hips, raised above the water like an offering to-?

Crumbs of scone fell from my lips.

what the fuck was that?

“He…likes it?” Lakshmi said.

“I don’t know,” Aubrey answered, brows knit in a new concern.

“Have another bite, boy-o,” came Sammi again, with the scone pushing at my front teeth again.

Another small bite.

And another flash, a new memory, more pinkish fog lifting from this weekend.

I was being laid across laps. I was surrounded by women, and I had something on me, cold. They were eating - they were eating food off of me, like I was a human tray. Three dark shadows, women, watched from an upper balcony with phosphorescent eyes and robes miasmic, like midnight mist.

Another bite, urged into my by Sammi, and along with it came another conjured anamnesis.

Now I was seated up, partway, held up by my girls. Katarina - blonde, new-mom Katarina - was crouched alongside me, dressed in a soft white robe and offering me something from a large pink mug with the word “QUEEN.” It smelled sweet and so good…it tastes so good. I could feel the triumvirate of eyes from above watching me, and immediately I knew what I was drinking, Katarina’s-.

I’d tried to spit out the next bite, which Sammi had wanted me to take.

“You’re getting to be a picky eater, hm hun?” Shanette said.

“I don’t think he likes it,” I heard Aubrey say. Something about her voice drew my eyes to her. She looked concerned, caring, preternaturally sensitive to whatever was going on behind my eyes.

Had I drank Katarina’s breastmilk this weekend?!?

Been used as a sushi platter?!? Group-wanked in the hot tub?!?

“C’mon, just one more little bite, bub,” Sammi urged, “Emily won’t appreciate it if she thinks you don’t like her tucker.”

“He doesn’t want it, Sammi,”  Aubrey said, speaking with earnest sympathy, a hint of worry.

“I think you are right, Aubrey,” Lakshmi agreed.

Aubrey leaned over me and looked in - and maybe even through - my eyes. “You want milk, don’t you?” she said softly in a private whisper, “Having trouble with solid foods?”

Sammi, though, wasn't done yet, and practically squashed the cranberry scone into my mouth.

-Flash Flash-

The fog was gone, and I was brought to another moment from Saturday night. I was surrounded by girls, just like I was here, but we were on Melissa’s couch, all of us, with me on her lap. I was warm and woozy and - naked? My turgid cock was in Josie’s hand and she was stroking me and the girls, all of them, were kissing me, licking my face and eating my ears and jesus christ Josie made me come and come and come all in her hair that seemed to move on its own and then Lakshmi’s and Randi’s hair and then Josie-

oh my god.

The girls were all hissing and buzzing and then groaning and holy crap Amelia was filming us with her phone and the fog was gone and there they were the three pairs of eyes from above, glowing, pulsing magenta light.  They were  watching, and I was watching, drawn to Josie’s tits, right in front of my face. And then it happened.

She grew.

She fucking grew, her top burst. All around me, they all grew. They got bigger, they got taller, they got heavier, and their weight, their weight was all around me, and Amelia was still-

“oh my god…” I moaned, suddenly swimming in the deluge of memories from the weekend.

“Dr. J are you alright?!” Aubrey beseeched, taking me by the hand.

“Dr J. are you okay?” Lakshmi implored, taking up my other hand.

“Dr. J do you want some more scone?” Sammi asked.

“Fuck off with the scones, Sammi,” Amelia finally spoke, and the girl with the now multi-colored hair backed away.

The small crowd of women, eight pairs of eyes, closed in on me, all with varying degrees of concern, of fascination, of excitement. They were waiting, I think, for me to speak.

I blinked as I tried to process. What had just happened? What were all these new …were they memories?  I blinked again, looking up at one girl, to the next, to the next. Finally, I was able to ask a question.

“C-can…can I see the video?”

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thank you to RiF for inspiration and editing