Growing into the Job, Post 556: Awakening Again

“Can I come in? It’s lonely out there.”

“Fine, just don’t snore.”

“Thanks Randi. Scootch over, Doctor…”

I’d heard that at around 1am, then the extra weight in the bed:

Aubrey.

Then, an hour later.

“Can I come in too?”

Josie, with Lakshmi, right after. 

“Is there any room for me?”

Randi had, after my “cleaning”, sent Aubrey back to crash in the living room, on the pull-out. “Not enough room” on her Queen bed for more than just she and me, she told Aubrey. ‘So, scram’.

Well, apparently she was wrong. Because when I woke to the first beams of pale sunlight filtered through her bedroom blinds, it was under a pig-pile of women. Breasts, Randi’s, in my face. Legs, Josie’s, wrapped around me. Aubrey’s weight sprawled across my torso. And I more or less wasn’t sleeping on the mattress but rather on top of Lakshmi. All their bodies were so big compared to me that I was all but completely enveloped, entrapped, entombed, immobilized. 

Despite the soft comforts of their surrounding flesh, the soreness in my body - especially between my legs - nearly made me groan. I was so tired, as if I hadn't slept for a week. My muscles, head-to-toe, were completely spent. Worse than all that, though, was the ache in my testicles, reminding me of the events of the last twenty four hours with a dull, empty feeling, centered on my groin, spread as wide as my belly and hips. It was an immediate, undeniable reminder of what had happened the night before. My mind raced, my body throbbed, and my focus wavered from the events of the night to the view in front of me. Randi’s breasts were right there…and strangely placating. They served, god help me, as a distraction from my discomfort. My gaze lingered there, settled there, looking for an escape from my pains - and finding a way to ground myself in the reality of the moment as I came more fully out of sleep, as I woke. 

I know that when I say “sleeping” or “waking up” it implies a period of uninterrupted slumber the night before - also wrong. 

My night ended up being less like a full night’s rest and more like dozing off between servings off a tasting menu of orgasms, a fever dream of intimacies, mouths, hands, breasts, thighs. Whispers in my ears, kisses and nipples in the darkness, all over my face and filling my mouth. There’d been a constant ebb and flow of touches, giggles, shared moments of draining intimacy that were both too much and never enough. I did sleep, sure, and so did the others, wrapped around me. But never more than twenty minutes at a shot, it felt, before I’d be woken up by another tongue in my ear or hand between my legs, all with one goal in mind: more “Bliss”. And every time I’d open my eyes there was someone else’s cleavage. 

Right now, though, in the first light of day, it was Randi’s. She herself was still lightly snoring, one arm around me and nestled into Lakshmi’s hair. I think all the girls were asleep, and - entrapped by their bodies as I was, held motionless - I might as well have been paralyzed again. I resigned myself to just accepting the view. Randi really did have spectacular cleavage.

Across it, dipping into its depths and making her olive skin glow, was a soft sunbeam that had snuck past the blinds, adding a dramatic depth to the curves between her big breasts. I lay there in the stillness staring, absorbing every detail and trying to forget my soreness - and everything that had happened.

Randi’s arm, draped over me like some kind of protective mantle, gently pulled me closer. I looked up - she was still asleep, her face peaceful, her chest still rising and falling steadily in a rhythmic pattern. Did she sense my gaze on her chest, even in her sleep? I told myself I shouldn’t look, that I should focus on anything else, but my eyes couldn’t help themselves. The way her creamy nightie clung to her, delicate silk framing curves that seemed to stretch on forever, made her cleavage like some sort of magnetic force to my attention. 

And speaking of magnetic forces, I felt Lakshmi’s earthen weight shift subtly below me. She also had an arm draped around my body, encircling me and part of Aubrey’s upper back. The warmth from both their bodies, as well as Randi’s and Josie’s, was a comforting cocoon in the air of the bedroom, which felt otherwise unnaturally chilly to me. 

I let my eyes go back to Randi’s chest, to trace the line of her collarbone, down to where the fabric of her nightie stretched to contain the fullness of her chest. The curves in front of my eyes rose and fell with her breath, pulling me back into a kind of trance, keeping me tethered to the present as I tried to push away the disorienting memories of the night and my throbbing groin. It was peaceful, being quiet like this. The female body really had a way of making everything better - four of them even more so - and I let myself sink into their comforts…

Eventually, though, I realized the room was no longer silent. The soft murmurs from the other girls hinted that they had begun to stir. Quiet voices, gentle, not loud enough to disrupt the calm of the moment.

Then, just as I thought I’d found some semblance of peace, I heard a soft, teasing voice as someone’s fingers tenderly caressed my face. 

“Oh, look at you…” Randi’s smoky voice was still groggy from sleep but filled with an amused edge. “Taking in the view, huh?”

I tensed, instinctively trying to pull away from Randi’s body, but my movement was slow, sluggish, and stymied by the embraces of the girls. My muscles didn’t want to cooperate, and my bed partners didn’t want to let me go, either.

“Shhh shh shh…it’s okay,” Randi chuckled, tightening her arm’s grip on me, “stay right there, Squirt.”

“Someone’s very interested in your scenery,” Josie chimed in, her voice dripping with a familiar teasing tone. I could practically feel her smirk without even looking.

My face flushed with embarrassment, and the lack of control over my body made it impossible to hide. I wasn’t sure whether I should apologize, but before I could say anything, Randi stirred again, a soft chuckle escaping her lips letting me know I was caught - plain and simple. I couldn’t even lift my head fully to face my bed partners - all I could do was stare at her tits. The realization sank in with a kind of helplessness that only added to my growing frustration.

But then, below me, thrummed Lakshmi’s voice. “Shhh, Doctor, it is fine. We are just teasing,” she added, low and soothing. “Do not worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Randi agreed, shifting her chest to give it even a bit more bosomy bulge, “Welcome to Mommy Girlfriend Morning.”

Aubrey giggled, and turned a bit towards me. She caressed my chest.

At her touch, I felt an immediate wave of relief, as if some comforting energy had a flow from her fingertips. The silence that followed, though relaxed, was thick with the awareness that everything had changed. Whatever lines had been between us - as coworkers, as friends - had blurred, and now it felt like something more than it had just yesterday. As I lay there, feeling the warmth of their bodies around me, I knew we were on the edge of something new. I wasn’t sure if it was something good - the space felt almost…domestic, nicely so - or something dangerous, like I was being slowly sucked into some sort of surreal doom. It was happening, though, whatever it was, and there was no way I could pull back from it now. I closed my eyes, at least for now resigning myself to my fate.

“He looks ready for another nap, huh ladies?” Randi purred, pulling me in a bit forcefully towards her bosom. I felt my face squash against her big, firm breast, felt its soft skin against my own pallid cheek. “C’mon, Squirt, let Mama take more care of you.”

"Sorry but I think it’s almost time to get up, sleepyheads," Aubrey admonished playfully, her voice light as she propped herself up on her elbows aside me, slender waist underneath a thin blanket, her huge, soft breasts shifting in her top underneath her as she moved. Her hair was a mess of brunette waves that fell around her face, and somehow it looked perfect on her. My eyes now settled into the fullness of her breasts, her cleavage.  "How are you feeling?” she asked, as if her preternatural empathy was aware of everything in my body, “Still sore from last night?"

I winced slightly, the tenderness between my legs a reminder of the intensity of everything that had unfolded. "Yeah…still a little sore," I admitted, my voice hoarse from the night’s events. 

Josie, still tucked beside Aubrey, shifted her weight and gave me a sleepy but warm smile. The sunlight caught in her thick, golden-brown hair, making it almost glow. Her legs were still wrapped lightly over mine, and I could feel the softness of her skin. The gentle snuggling, the warmth of all their bodies, was comforting, but it only heightened the awareness of how helpless I felt. I was at their mercy in this strange new dynamic.

Lakshmi, on whose body I was still reclined, had taken in my words and I felt a softly maternal smile blooming above me. She reached down and laid a hand on my arm, her fingers pressing gently against my skin, sending a wave of warmth deep into my bones. "Poor thing," she said, her voice a soothing balm, "You have had quite the night." Her thick, plush thighs, serving along with her lower torso as my mattress, were now shifting, her body molding around me. The curves of her figure were impossibly soft and smooth, seismically trying to envelope me in her topography.

Josie giggled softly. "Yeah, you look like you need more rest. Come on, just relax with us for a little longer." Her playful fingers brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I could feel the weight of her legs, the unmistakable presence of her thighs and hips, shift over me. “Let’s snuggle.”

They were all so young, curves still youthful, but undeniable in their fullness. All these breasts, soft, firm, huge, brushed against me as bodies shifted, pulled in closer with sweet smiles. It was impossible to focus on anything but their bodies, the way they wrapped themselves around me so effortlessly, making it hard to tell where one body ended and another began. My body, still barely awake and sluggish, was caught between the comfort of their closeness and the realization that I was still physically at their mercies. 

They were all giggling, surrounding me.

After a few minutes - maybe almost a quarter hour? - of these sweet, intimate snuggles, the pressure in my bladder was becoming too much to ignore. I tried to ignore it, but a leg pressed to my belly finally made the feeling acute. I mustered the courage to speak up, my voice coming out a little weaker than I’d like. "I, uh... I think I need to pee," I muttered.

The room went silent for a brief second, and then, as if it had been rehearsed, the girls erupted into soft giggles, the sound of their laughter too knowing. I couldn't help but laugh along a little at first, though soon my heart raced when I realized why they were laughing.

“We did it together last night,” Aubrey offered, “so I don’t mind-”

“Well, I think it’s my turn to help,” Josie chirped in, her voice filled with an unmistakable playfulness as she  pulled her legs away and leaned over me, her hair falling in soft waves across my thighs. “Let’s go, I’ll take you to the potty.”

‘W-wait, no, I-”

Randi, sitting up a bit now beside me, raised an eyebrow and looked down at me with a mischievous grin. "Oh, no no no, I think I’m the one who’s earned the honor. You’ve been staring at my tits all morning," she teased, running her fingers lightly over my arm. “Let’s be real, Squirt, you need someone with a steady hand.” She winked playfully at me, deep, dark eyes glinting with her familiar confidence.

Lakshmi, slowly, began to sit up, sitting me up gently on her lap. “You see? This is how you get spoiled, Dr. J,” she said, patiently, with a proud humor, “We will take care of you this morning. No need to rush.” Her eyes glimmered down at me with affection, but there was also a hint of something possessive beneath her gaze, as though she had claimed her place in all of this already. “Just come with me to the bathroom…”

The girls began to argue in the gentlest, most teasing way, bickering playfully over who would “hold it”. They fawned over me, keeping me trapped in this comfortable yet impossible space between care and control, to the point where I couldn’t move. I was overwhelmed but it was undeniable - their bodies, their presence, were now an integral part of my reality and in some strange, twisted way, I found myself completely under their spell as eventually we all climbed out of bed, and all made our way to Randi’s en-suite bathroom.

So, yeah, they held it.

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