GITJ Post 321: A Date with Her Chest, p1

MANIFEST: My breasts are perfect, and huge. He loves huge breasts. When he thinks of my breasts he thinks of comfort and good things.  My breasts are all he needs for warmth and protection. The larger they grow, the more they can provide for him. He wants me to provide everything for him. He wants me to be able to do it all and take care of him. Without me he is helpless and in danger. Without my breasts he is cold and afraid.

She had heard the doorbell - he’s right on time! - from where she stood in front of the mirror in the downstairs bathroom, doing her little pep talk with herself. It had made her tingle, the thoughts she’d been having, what she’d started talking about making manifest, making real. If it really worked…omg haha! Anyway, she hurried towards the soaring foyer - click click click went her high, high heels - and took a deep breath just to inflate her cleavage, right as she opened the door. There he is! And ooo he brought wine!

His eyes went right to her chest, she saw. He was so fixated by them, immediately, that he didn't even pretend to turn away, or try to say a word. Seemed like her manifestation was doing the trick already! Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, she thought, as she set her shoulders and let him take a good look. She’d worn this top - an off-the-shoulder lycra bodysuit of a pretty blue-green that she had tucked into her little white shorts - specifically because of how big and full it made her boobs look. She didn’t even need to use a bra with it and yet it gave her such a nice shape and support that she knew she’d have his attention and draw his stares. So, she was getting exactly what she wanted…but she figured she could scold him anyway haha. “Oh honey, look at you. You’re ooogling,” she laughed, smiling at him when his eyes tore themselves away and he mumbled a quiet apology, “So naughty! Most boys would get a slap for staring.” This was going great already, and she bit her lower lip fetchingly. “Hi there….welcome…” she finally purred as her eyes flashed in excitement, greeting him at her new place. Or, rather, her mom’s place.

He blinked himself back to the moment, remembering his manners and having just had the image of her slapping him clean to the ground with one blow. “H-hi…” he stammered back, smiling wanly and looking at the grand, sophisticated doorway. He was eager, though nervously so, for this evening. Their alone times together, his and Melissa’s, had been mind-blowing so far, but he had concerns about, well…the developing power dynamic. He’d been struggling with his self confidence this week, and since the election there’d been a bit more distance between the two of them. He knew she’d been busy but it made him anxious, and he had to scold himself when he caught himself thinking like a schoolgirl, worried about interpreting everything she said or did, obsessed with reading signals, feeling himself becoming emotionally needy. This wasn’t him!

He smelled something. Was something burning?

Melissa could sense the nervousness in him. She liked this, she liked him when he was nervous! It made him so adorable. Her outfit, painted tightly over the curves of her athletically voluptuous body, was having its desired effect and already she felt like the huge spider-lady that had just caught a fly in her web. She had him right where she wanted him, and could just wrap him up in her tendrils. Now, would she eat her prey right now or save him for later haha? She knew she should wait but the way he was looking up at her, as she stood nearly two feet taller than him made her want to gobble him up that instant! At the very least she needed-.

“Come here…” she said with a gentle voice and extending her arms, “...hug.”

He glanced down: as tall as she was, she was wearing heels. Big ones. Big white ones. He stepped to her, swallowing nervously and with every step she just looked taller.

“Come closer, come on, I´m not going to bite,” she urged, giggling. She wanted him to come to her; in her six-inch heels she was - by god - seven feet tall and her head might not have cleared the oversized doorframe without ducking.

Step by step, he approached her, wondering how close was close enough, until he felt her arms reach around him and pull him into her. His head came to rest just below her massive breasts. He felt so awkward, standing there holding a bottle of white Burgundy. She was such an enormous woman to him. Melissa wasn’t skinny, but she was ultra slim in the waist, and his arms could still encircle her. She just seemed huge, and her hug was tight, strong, warm. She rubbed his back with one of her hands, and as she knew she was making him feel small in comparison to her, she finally spoke. “I wanted to give you a hug because hugs can make you feel calm,” she said girlishly, but then dropped a knowing warmth into her voice, “I know you’re nervous, sweetie, but settle your mind. It’s just us here tonight, we have the house all to ourselves. We can talk.” She continued to rub his back, holding him to her with her other hand palming the back of his head to her sternum.

He tensed. How did she know? How did she know how anxious he’d been? He breathed in her deep perfume; that made him feel a little better.

“I know you´re not feeling so good about this whole thing, what’s happening in the world,” she continued, indulgently, “And I understand it, I totally do.This must not be easy for you. Plus, I’ve been so busy - at work, moving - that I haven’t really been there for you.”  She petted his hair and couldn’t help but feel it: it may have been her imagination, but in their hug he felt like he was even smaller than last time they were together. She fought back a smile, and resisted the urge to mention anything just yet.

Finally, after another long, tender moment together just enjoying the feel of his body against hers, Melissa released him from her embrace and stepped back, into the foyer entry of the house. “Take your shoes off,” she directed as he took his first step in, “my mom doesn’t like shoes in the house. Here I’ll take the wine.”

He handed it over, the bottle of ‘26 Pouilly-Fuissé.

“Oooo this looks fancy!” Melissa cooed, reading the label, “Did one of the girls pick it up for you?”

“I, um, ran in myself,” he admitted, remembering how just ten minutes ago he’d nearly had to retch at the counter of the liquor store, “I’d asked Aubrey to stop by the wine place over on Fairfield on the way over.” So weird how his stomach was these days, after…was it being in a car? Just being new places? I mean, he felt fine in the car with Aubrey, who had given him a ride and dropped him outside the wine store to pick up the bottle. Aubrey had urged him to look in her eyes and breathe deep when he’d got back in the car with the wine and a splitting headache, the world spinning; that had weirdly worked. And now that he was here, at Melissa’s place, he felt okay too. But even the walk from the car to her front door made him queasy and uneasy. So weird…

“That was so nice, but next time you don’t have to,” Melissa answered, “My mom has a really big wine cellar thing downstairs and I know wine’s expensive.” She looked at the label…not that she really understood anything on it, despite the time she’d spent in France as a kid. But it actually gave her a weird little shiver, thinking of him paying for this bottle himself, all alone in the store with strange people. She should have asked Aubrey to go in with him.

Trying to ignore the little twinge to his pride that her last comment left - it was true: he was nearly broke, but it was just a bottle of wine! -  he answered back. “Well, it was really nice of Aubrey to drive me over.”

“Oh, she was so happy to do it,” Melissa replied, shutting the heavy front door behind him with a portentous, sealing <shluup>. She had arranged Aubrey - who certainly seemed, yes, more than eager to oblige and have some time alone with him, have him all to herself if only for the twenty minute drive. All her girls liked him so much, but Aubrey had had a girlish crush on him for years. She had been giddy when Melissa asked her to help out tonight. She’d ask Aubrey for details on the ride later, but she’d given her specific instructions: hands off, for tonight. Tonight haha he’s mine! Aubrey was a good girl, and though hormones were running super high in the office these days, Melissa knew she’d respect her wishes. It really made Melissa excited that they were becoming this big, happy family together.

“Here, I’ll go put this in the chiller, then I’ll give you a little tour,” she said, turning to walk through to the kitchen. As she left she felt his eyes immediately go to her butt, and fighting back a little smile she purposefully put an extra sway into the already ultra-feminine swing of her broad hips.

Gulping, eyes fixed and unblinking, he couldn’t help but admire the form of her perfectly formed backside and bare, killer legs, hamstrings corded, powerful thighs narrowing to knees and then flaring out again to strong calves and down again to elegant, similarly corded ankles.  Melissa had big feet. She’d been keeping the house warm enough to wear shorts, and he in fact was now feeling a little - gulp again - warm himself. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic motion as she walked, and he watched the pendulum of her ample bottom sway like a huge steel apple under brief, tightly stretched shorts of white denim. His gaze then shifted up to her incredibly toned back, left half bare by the scoop back of her top. Her hair looked thicker and fuller than he had ever seen it as it swished back and forth over her well-muscled shoulders.

Melissa disappeared for a moment, out of the front foyer and around the corner into the kitchen, suddenly jolting him from his frozen reverie. Oh yeah! Taking off shoes! One hand on the wall for support, he leaned over to start untying. Her mom, he guessed, liked to keep things clean, or preserve her floors or whatever.

But…wait. What about her, Melissa? She was wearing heels tonight, right?

He didn’t have even a moment to ponder the question before Melissa reappeared, holding a hand out and wiggling her fingers to urge him towards her. “Let me give you a tour,“ she beamed.

After clumsily removing his final tightly-laced-but-still-too-big sneaker and dropping it aside the door, he stepped to Melissa and, hand inside hers, was treated to a walk-through of the house. He smiled up at her, and tried not to stare at her tits.

Her perfume was lovely, but he got another whiff of something else, burned.

“So, my mom moved in here a few years ago, so I never really lived here,” she began, as she took him first into the kitchen, a big, beautifully modern space done in whites and greys, stones and natural woods. “It’s so weird, at least I think so. It’s so big, and fancy,” she continued, running fingers over the marble countertops as they strolled through the kitchen, “and we grew up so poor. She’s all by herself, travels a lot. I don’t really know why she needs all this.” Big chrome appliances, lots of glass and white cabinetry, beautiful artwork. He admired it all, tried to take it all in, not able to help but wonder what Melissa’s mother did for a living, or how she’d come into money. Melissa tended to be evasive about her family and upbringing, and he was actually a bit surprised when she’d asked him to come over to see her mom’s place, dinner for date night. Speaking of dinner…he also noticed a tray, a baking pan, with something black, still smoldering.

“That was going to be our lasagna,” Melissa laughed, “I’m still working on my cooking.”

“I’m sure it would have been delicious,” he joked, and she waved him off, assuring him otherwise. They casually made their way out of the kitchen, into the adjoining great room.

“But, with her away for a bit, I thought I’d move in for a while…me and Tiger,” she continued, name-dropping her cat who had not yet made an appearance, “the old place was…getting a little small for me.”

“I’m sure, uh, Tiger will appreciate all the extra…space,” he commented, as his gaze drifted around the enormous living area, with its huge windows and built-in bookshelves. He took particular note of the high, high ceilings and then secretly glanced down again at her long, long legs. This woman was growing, for sure, and he couldn’t help but imagine in a moment of fantasy why she might need these soaring, vaulted ceilings. His reveries were just that, pure fantasy, but again: gulp...

Through the great room they stepped, past some tasteful, expensive-looking sculpture that Melissa said was “African or something.” She led him to a set of wide, glass doors set in a glass wall. Behind it was darkness, but on opening it she released a wave of chlorine-scented air and deep purple lights came on to dimly illuminate a small indoor pool. “It’s not on, and really cold right now,” she explained, “but maybe next time you come over you can bring your suit and we can swim. If any of my bikinis still fit…”

“Hm. That’d be terrible if they didn’t,” he joked, immediately picturing a night of skinny-dipping with this enormous, buxom Amazon. At her height now and...gulp one last time...the size at which he'd just been imagining. In this warm, dark pool with a beautiful giantess...

“Oh that’d be terrible, huh?” she laughed, scolding him playfully as she slid the glass door closed again and admonished him with one powerful hip-bump that met his ribs.

Oof! He had to catch himself. To her it had been just a casual gesture but her hip was powerful enough to nearly knock him off his feet, and he stumbled.

“Ooo I’m sorry!” Melissa laughed, turning and reaching out a hand to help steady him.

“Yeah watch that thing..!” he laughed back, maintaining his feet but half-embarrassed about losing his composure.

“Hm no you watch that thing,” she then said, turning again to present him with another view of her big, round, muscular backside. She bent at the waist a bit, stuck it out towards him and heard him immediately go silent. She giggled, careful not to flex too much and tear through her tight little white shorts, and wiggled it at him.

“Wow Melissa you really look amazing tonight,” he managed, softly, just barely able to restrain himself from reaching out and putting both hands on her hips. So wide she was, everything round and bulging with muscle and bigger than him. He dreamed that he’d need to climb her to mount her but nnnngh my god. This woman was built like a sex goddess, and his already-thick cock began to swell up further in his pants in tribute. “Jesus…”

She giggled again, and stood back up. “Flattery,” she purred, turning towards him and reaching out to take his face between her two hands, “will get you everywhere.” At that she leaned down, puckered, and planted a big, slow <mwah> of a kiss right on his lips. Both she and he felt the immediate magic, the magnetism that made the kiss hard to break, and his eyes nearly fluttered closed in pleasure. “Mmmmmm….” she purred again, a smile crinkling up her dimples in the most adorable way and bringing a sparkle to her eyes, “let’s do the rest of the tour later, and get you onto the couch…”

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Thanks for the patience on this one, patrons. Starting out a pretty copy-heavy series of posts, so they may come sort of slow over the next couple weeks. But I hope the effort is worth the wait.

Want to give credit to K.M. for his contributions in the first pic - an AI pic that I'd Melissified