Growing into the Job, Post 552: A Wakening, Reprise, p2

I was asleep, I knew I was.  I’d just been dreaming - I think? - about the girls talking to me, calling me ‘Jay-Jay’, Shanette kissing me, all while Melissa seemed to be watching. Yeah, I knew I was asleep but somehow, as I seemed to be going into a new dream, everything felt too real - too sharp around the edges. My mind, heavy with a fog of slumber, was starting to slip into something different, something I didn’t quite understand. It was as if I was still dreaming, but not in the usual sense. Lucid? There was clarity - lots of clarity. I couldn’t move, yet I was aware. The more I focused, the more I realized how aware I was.

Of her. Of Melissa. Her presence was so distinct, so powerful.

And then, I saw her...

Her reflection in a bathroom mirror. I was impossibly close - too close. Her image was reflected back at me, staring directly at me, her reflection. It was her, full of life and smiling broadly in a mischievous, knowing smile. Her skin seemed to glow beneath the harsh lights of the stark, white-tiled room. Where were we?? My eyes traced the sharp contours of her face, her radiant complexion, and her piercing gaze. Every detail was so vivid, so intense, it was overwhelming. I couldn’t look away - even as I tried, strangely...

She giggled, and of its own accord my gaze drifted down, down her long corded neck, past her collarbone, and to her breasts...

In a revealing nightie of baby blue, they were impossibly full, and I couldn’t help but focus on them, couldn’t do anything but stare and ogle. My eye dove into her deep cleavage, paused, then emerged to drift slowly over the swell of her mountainous left breast, then the right, seeing every detail of her perfectly smooth skin. Her lungs filled and the way she swelled with each breath made it feel like everything about her was calling to me - drawing me closer. I wasn’t the one in control, even of my own eyes.

Wait? Are these even my eyes? 

I saw through a pair of deep, dark lashes. The soft glow of fluorescent light hummed above, harsh and sterile. But I was looking into the mirror, staring into it, my reflection somehow not mine.

Yes I…I was looking through someone else’s eyes. No, not looking - seeing - like I was suddenly confined to a perspective that wasn’t my own.

I was seeing her. And I was looking in a mirror. 

Again, she giggled. 

“You’re here, aren’t you, Jay?” she whispered. Her voice, low and soft, felt like a wave, crashing over me. “In me?”

M-Melissa? I tried to say, but no words formed. 

“Uh huh…it’s me,” she said, “It's like you're inside me, isn’t it honey?”

It was only then that I realized it. I was inside her, trapped in her head, and seeing everything through her eyes. I tried to speak again, and failed. I couldn’t even shift my gaze - I could look only where she moved her eyes. 

Okay, I started to freak out a little. 

I wanted to respond, to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I was trapped inside her mind. Nothing was mine. I was caught in some kind of mind-bending loop. The more I tried to make sense of it, somehow escape, the harder it was to break free. I could hear breathing, each breath deep and steady, and yet I wasn’t the one breathing - it was her, it was her body. I could also feel her - feel her in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. I felt the weight of her body shift, the subtle changes in the way she moved. It was like I was seeing through her eyes, feeling the sensations of her actions as if they were my own. And I couldn’t escape it. 

My breath quickened, though I wasn’t sure if it was mine or hers. I could feel the movement of her hands, delicate fingers, tapping the edge of the countertop, the soft fabric of her negligee brushing her skin. Everything she did felt so real, but I couldn’t touch it.

I could only feel, see, smell, hear.

This isn’t just a dream, I thought. This isn’t a dream at all. My mind was reeling, unable to process the reality of what was happening. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was stuck inside her, a prisoner to her body. The possibilities, the horror of it started to set in. Would I be like this forever?? Watching her live her life from inside her eyes, with no one knowing I was here? Without being able to change anything? I was stuck, trapped inside her mind. It was real. She was real. And now I was just a figment.

Help!!

“Shhhh…it’s alright. I know you can’t speak, but I can hear you. I know you’re in there.”

I was in her, anchored, imprisoned! And I could only…watch!

Melissa!!

“Shhhh….” she repeated. Her eyes sparkled in the reflection. 

I watched her run her fingers over her lips, tracing the edge of her smile. She ran her finger down her chin, down her neck, back to her massive breasts. Slowly, so slowly she slipped her fingertip between them, then buried it. “Mmm, oh Sweetie,” she murmured, almost to herself, but I felt it, like a ripple passing through me. “Relax. You are gonna love this…”

I can’t move!

“I know, honey, shhhh…”

I can’t speak!

“It’s okay. You don’t have to…”

I can’t even move my eyes!!

“Oh, baby, why would you need to?” she asked, as slowly she slid her finger out of her cleavage, “When all you need to see…is me?” She began to gently brush her fingertips across her mind-bending bustline, making me watch.

All I could do was see what she saw, feel what she felt. And right now, what she felt was control. She was in command.

If I had a chest, I’d feel it tighten. I didn’t know how to make sense of this. Was I dreaming? Was this real? Where was my own body? It was like I wasn’t even there. Not in my body, not in my thoughts. Only in her.

“I thought this was a nice way to say goodnight, hm?” she began to say, as still she made me watch her delicately caress her own huge breasts, “Try out this new thing I can do, when the girls help?”

Melissa what’s happening?!

“Oh, baby, I know. It’s confusing,” she purred, the voice of her all around me, “You’re asleep…well, your body is asleep, at Randi’s, on her bed. But don’t worry, you’re safe. Randi and Lakshmi are right by your side, your head is now on Josie’s lap. I can connect with you even more deeply now, especially with all of them there with you. Aubrey has your face in her hands. She’s helping, like, channel you to me.”

Ch-channel?

“Yes, sweetie, she’s helped put you inside me like this,” she said. As she spoke, I could watch the flesh of her upper breasts rise and fall, jiggle. I could stare at every little detail. “And don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ve got you safe.”

B-but…but…

“Shhhh…” she hushed me, trying to calm the distraught, disembodied presence cradled in her mind. “I saw how you liked the girls using their powers on you - the hair, the weight, the song, the feelings, the mouth. Don’t you like me doing that too? Using my powers? I have so many now…”

Nnnngh oh my god!

“Honey, language,” she half-scolded me, “Remember where you are.” 

At that, she tilted up her chin and brought my gaze up to her throat, made me look at how gorgeous she was.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got everything under control. You just sit back and enjoy the view.” Melissa's voice was steady and carried a sense of calm authority, a tone that held a power that came from understanding and accepting her new strength. “I know all about your day - you had such fun with the girls, huh, shopping, playing? - so let me tell you about mine…”

She was at Evolution, she told me, all day. Still there, in fact, staying in some sort of apartment they’ve had for her among their labs and research areas. She‘d lived there for a couple years. “It’s nice enough,” she said, “but I prefer being at my mom’s, at least when she’s away.” She’d be sleeping over at Evolution tonight, though, but be back to Far Horizons tomorrow. 

She lived in a lab??

“Yeah I told you that already, didn’t I?”

She heard that?

“Of course, silly.”

Oh my god…I have to watch what I think now??

“Oh Jay..! Don’t be like that!” she giggled, “It’s just me. What are you afraid of?”

So much.

She laughed again. 

I breathed - if that was actually me breathing - and paused. I did my best to bring myself back under control from my spot inside her frontal cortex, get this surreal ”conversation” back on track. If I let my mind wander, let her see my true thoughts, it might be too close to something that looked like absolute surrender. I struggled to fill my head with something reasonable: Wh-why did they have you come back into the labs today? I wondered. 

She giggled once more, understanding my plight and my reticence to think my mind. She seemed amused, and allowed it for now. “Why’d they call me in?” she pondered, tossing some hair back over her shoulder. It looked like she’d recently showered. “They’d heard of some new things I could do, and I think it’s started making some of them nervous.”

I thought of some of the uncanny abilities Melissa had been exhibiting these past weeks - not just the growth, the strength, but the invulnerability, the heightened senses, the commanding voice. The hurricane of her breath, the earthquakes of her feet.  And now, whatever this was, the powers of her mind. It should all make any rational mind not just nervous, but terrified. 

“Yeah, lots of the girls here seemed kinda freaked out. Some of them, though,” she continued, ”got really excited. When I showed them. When I showed them what I can do. They wanted me to push it, really push it. So they could see.”

Melissa what…what did you d-do? I wondered, suddenly thinking the words out of my own prurient self-interest. What else can you do now?

That made her chuckle. And I was looking deep into her eyes - where I could almost see my own reflection. I’d been reduced to that, just that, a glimmer. 

“What can I do? Oh, Jay,” she said, a smile curling at its dimpled edges, “so, so much.” She paused. 

Inside her, I felt myself shudder. And I’m sure she felt it too. 

“I can’t wait to show you...”

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