GITJ Post 424: The Big Day, p2

“Hiiii hunny I have a surprise for you!” sang Melissa Monroe, in her last day as Office Manager of what was at the time still Far Horizons Medical Associates. She not only had a surprise, a gift, but also very big news. The gift could come first.

“Oh, wow, o-okay..!” Dr. J replied, immediately unable to resist getting caught up in his gorgeous girlfriend’s ebullient excitement, aided along by the peals of perfume that overtook his oxygen. He’d just been escorted to Melissa’s spacious office by two of his front desk girls, Brittni and Bobbi. Their grip on his shoulders seemed unusually possessive, and his mind couldn’t help but swirl with what he’d been learning this morning. A lot of these girls, possibly even ‘the twins’ that had just marched him down the hallway, were not only growing taller but developing abilities that were difficult if not impossible to rationalize. It wasn't only Melissa anymore. His thoughts, as he’d been ushered down the hallways and past some of these nascent superhumans’ coos and “good mornings”, became more fearful as he eyed them in this new light of understanding. He could not get past what he and Aubrey had been discussing at the front desk, where he’d opened up to her probably more than he should have. He’d admitted his weaknesses for physically dominant women, and now he was surrounded by them. The anxiety had started to grow overwhelming. What was to come of him?

But, as he stood in the doorway of her office, steeping like a wet tea bag in his boiling worries, Melissa took his hands, and he started to feel better. 

“Come in,” she beamed, already pulling him in and shutting the door behind him, “come in come in come in!” She noticed how his eyes rose immediately to her cleavage, and that with his shortness and she in her power heels, he needed to look up even to see underboob. A good deal of her chest was on jiggly display in her plunging pink top, now a signature look on her that she’d worn for the news interview - the recent piece that had started to gather her a growing flock of admirers and fans from the viewing public. 

She’d been told - and had seen it herself on her social media - that some people from the local broadcast area had begun to become downright obsessed with her. And this is only the beginning, she’d thought, when she’d chosen to wear this top again this morning. Instead of the jeans that she’d worn for TV, though, today her shapely legs were sheathed in a long, tight, bodycon black skirt with a high slit up the side, one that highlighted the womanly curves of her hips and magnificent rear end. At more than seven feet tall in the custom, ultra-high Louboutin pumps that Evolution had bought her specifically for today, she towered over his 4’7” frame almost comically. “I missed you!”

“M-missed me?” he chuckled. It had been barely a half hour since she’d driven him to work, with Josie and Lakshmi.

She reached out, slid her hands under his shoulders and - in a <whooosh!> of movement - picked him up under the arms to spin him in the air. “I miss you any time we’re not together!” she sang, and then spun him around again like an overgrown girl playing with a treasured doll. She laughed ravingly, sounding more than a bit unhinged. The power of it made her office windows rattle. 

His vision swam, but he was unable to take his eyes off her huge, brilliant smile. His jaw hung. 

She loved the attention, and how riveted he was on her. And even more, she loved that this man loved her. “Omigod I can’t wait to show you off today!” she trilled, “I want the world to see my adorable little boyfriend and how good we look together!”

“W-wow,” he finally stammered, still unable to fight back this infectious glee of hers taking hold of him too, despite the fact that he was picturing how he’d look on the news standing next to this Amazon, “y-you’re in a really good mood?”

“Haha yeah!” she crowed, having started to step them over towards the plush white couch in the corner of her office, “I just got some really good news. But first - your present!”

Next thing he knew he was sitting on the couch, slumped back, his feet dangling high off the floor. She then was atop him, straddling his withered legs in the too-long pink scrub pants he’d borrowed from one of his MA’s. Her legs were massive, her hips were massive, and the chest that now hovered up in the sky above him was absolutely massive. Perfume blanketed him, and one large hand of hers, suddenly tender, came to hold his cheek.

Her demeanor had abruptly softened as the intimacy washed over him. “Hey, was there something on your mind, when you came in?” she asked, in earnest empathy. Before she gave him his gift, if there was something bothering him, they should talk about it. 

“No, I, uh…” he struggled. Why was it so hard to remember? Why did he care so much about…uh…whatever it was he’d been thinking about before?

Looking up at her, over the monumental swell of her bosom, he smiled peakishly. He had already begun to forget that he’d forgotten anything. Whatever it was, he was sure it was fine. After all, he thought, taking another breath filled with the perfumes from her warm body, everything is getting better now.

“Good,” she intoned, staring intently down at him. Her gaze was even stronger than her scents, suddenly overwhelming to him. She seemed to be able to look into him and see things he didn’t even see himself. It made him shiver, but when he went to look away she grasped his chin in her fingers. “Hey, up at me,” she directed. 

Whenever he looked into her eyes, he knew his worries always seemed to melt away. After all, what do I have to be worried about? Everything is great.

“That’s right, that’s right hun,” she agreed with his silent thoughts. And, as if to prove his point, she wrapped her strong arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. “Come here…” she purred, as her tremendous underbosom immediately smothered his face and he had to fight just to get his nose and mouth free enough to breathe.

Though unable to even see him under there, she was smiling down at him sweetly. “Comfy?” she asked, and giggled as she gathered her breasts together around his small, hidden head.

Without answering he just wrapped his arms around her waist - and sank his face up deeper into her soft cleavage as his reply, giving in to his instincts and letting himself indulge. The silky skin of her breasts was everywhere, as was her warmth and perfumes. 

“That’s my little sweetheart,” she mused, and nestled herself around him even more firmly, “you just enjoy this while you can. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

Dazed, he could only grin stupidly, his face enveloped by her huge breasts. This is what life should be, he thought, always and always. He felt her purr around him, as if in response, and listened to the rumble of her lungs, the strong beat of her heart. He breathed her in again. Can’t we just stay like this forever?

“I know. I love holding you,” she said, even as she was now backing off, just a bit, so she could see him again, “It makes me get all hot…” She then leaned way down for a kiss, tilting his chin up towards her. Her mouth gently sucked at his, tongue swirling around.

Blinking softly, he squirmed a little in her grip as she easily kept him captive. Her larger tongue was in his mouth, pressing his down as handily as her heavy hips held him to the couch. Her kiss became more envigored, as she tried her best to begin sucking his face off and make his thoughts start to wander. But - he was thinking - were they here to have sex, or was there something she needed to give him?

“I know what you’re thinking…” she growled at last, into their kiss.

“Oh you’re a mind-reader now?” he joked back lamely, before he could really consider his words. He kissed her again, but then she broke away. 

She laughed in answer, softly, and he distantly realized she hadn’t given a denial. He shivered a little, and she studied his face. 

“So, yeah…what did you call me here for?” he finally asked. 

Her smile curled, the possibilities filling her mind. It could be amazing, she could just fuck him right here like a doll. She could blow his brain, make his eyes roll up into the back of his head like she’d done many times before; he wouldn’t complain. She also,couldn't help but think back on the manifestations she’d been working on. Self control, Missy. You are the boss of your own body. The fuck could wait. 

Melissa sat up over him, stretched out her long, well-muscled  arms and settled herself. She put her hands into her thick, dark hair and fluffed it out, aware of how he watched her shoulders and biceps flex. She had his gift, and her news. “So curious, such a curious boy,” she mused, as she fished her hand into her top, under the strap over her right breast. “I have a little something for you…” She found what she was looking for and pulled out-

“A phone?” he asked

She had pulled it from her top, red and glossy. It looked almost like an ancient flip model, and not a very big one. 

“For me?”

“Mm hm,” Melissa answered, handing the sleek new piece of technology down immediately to him, “Marisela was a peach, getting this for me so quickly, getting it all set up.” She watched as he inspected it, and clicked it on by flipping it open. “It’s the new Mazafon.”

Mazafon. He’d heard of the brand, but didn’t know much about them. A newish product from a female-led Japanese tech company that marketed exclusively to women. Their stuff was hard to get in the States, and there were strict rules the company kept over who could use their products. “I thought they only made these for women?”

“This is their new thing,” Melissa explained, watching as he watched the words appear on the glass screen, which spanned both inner surfaces of the flipphone: Bebihon. 

Marisela had said it would scan his face the first time he turned it on, recording and start taking readings immediately. In fact, he seemed to notice something. 

“Wh….What’s it doing?” he asked, as he noticed something he felt strange happening with the blinking red lights of the screen. It seemed like an elegant, impressive little piece of tech.  

“It’s just, like, getting to know you,” Melissa answered, feeling the pleasant buzz of her own new Mazafon  - which she kept under her other tit - as it notified her what was happening.

“Hm okay,” he mused, watching the screen go through several exercises. It had asked him to keep his eyes centered on the smiling emoji face it presented, then to track it as it moved. Most phones these days had some sort of limited AI on them; he figured this one did as well despite how rudimentary its design looked. 

“With everything that’s going on, these people out there trying to take you away from me,” maybe even use you against me, “the girls and I thought it was best we got you one of these.”

“The girls?”

“Well, yeah,” Melissa answered, watching as he continued to follow the phone’s onscreen instructions: turning his head side to side, opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue. “The girls, me, Sheryl…”

“Sheryl?” he asked, a bit incredulous but still doing what the phone was telling him: Blink. Blink. Smile. Make Mad Face.

“Yes of course,” Melissa answered, “She doesn’t want to see you get hurt, just like the rest of us.”

“Okay…” he conceded, unsure of how to feel about that. For as much torture as Sheryl was putting him through - the terms of the divorce, her diminishing his position here at the office, taking nearly everything he had in recompense for his, uh, indiscretions - it warmed him a bit thinking she still had some feelings for him. At least enough to care about his safety and get him a new phone. “So, what does this thing do?” he asked, as what looked like a home screen appeared. He moved his finger around the upper screen as a small selection of apps had appeared, loaded on by someone. They looked mostly like games. It obviously also already knew his name, as it had greeted him. 

“Marisela already has it set up for you…and me,” Melissa began, “It kinda works like a regular phone, it lets you make calls and texts to me and-”

“Just to you??” he immediately blurted, brows raising. 

“…and some other people, any of the girls,” she continued, patiently. “There are buttons for each of us right down there”, she explained pointing at the small bottom screen. “Mine is the big red ‘M’ right there in the middle.” She knew he would bristle at some of this but he had to be made to know that this was all for his own good. “It also has built-in things that lets me listen in using the receiver and look around with the cameras whenever I want. There’s an alert feature that can monitor your life signs and let me know how you’re doing, how you’re feeling, where you are.”

“So this is like a fancy baby monitor...” he said dryly, becoming slowly less enthusiastic about the prospect of finally having a phone again. “What are you, my mom?”

Suddenly his breathing hitched and his eyes went wide, a warmth traveling through him.

Oh shit I shouldn’t have said that. 

Oh shit he shouldn’t have said that. Breathe, Missy, breeeeathe…

She settled herself, after a moment of wanting to pull him back to her breast. “No…no, honey, I just want to make sure you’re safe,” she answered, as evenly as possible. She figured she should play this cool, though, get done what needed to be done. Then I can show you just how ‘mom’ I can be. 

“I’ve wanted to give you one of these for a while, but I know it’s asking a lot of you,” Melissa conceded, sensitive to the way he must feel, knowing he’d be under constant surveillance, “It’s like -’ helicopter girlfriend alert’, right? But it makes me feel so much better. For my peace of mind would you please sacrifice just a little part of your privacy?”

He held the thing on his palm, weighed it…and his options. Even in his child-sized hands, it wasn’t big, with a small screen. Glass though it was, it was nicely warm. And he understood Melissa’s concerns, even if he thought she’d gone a bit overboard. Plus, at least he had a phone again…with someone else paying for it. Melissa? Sheryl? The practice itself? Evolution? Some woman, for sure.

“Sure,” he answered. 

She bit her lip, felt warm between her thighs, and continued explaining how this thing worked.

“Marisela says it’ll listen for certain keywords or noises that will send me an immediate alert,” Melissa next explained, “like, in emergency.”.

That made his brow furrow. “What kind of keywords?”

“Oh, I dunno? Like: ‘Freeze!’ ‘Put em up!’ ‘Give me your wallet!’” A light buzzing continued at her breast with every phrase. 

“You’re worried about me getting mugged?”

“Well, yeah, that, and other things,” she answered, knowing she shouldn’t tell him all the keywords they’d put onto his phone. Though she should tell him other things. “Like, if you yell ‘Fire!’ or just sound really upset or scream, it’ll let me know.”

“Okay…” he nodded, still exploring the screens and apps that the girls had set up for him. It seemed pretty limited. He saw social media, email, and the weird looking things from before…the games?

“I also want to create an emergency, like, alert phrase,” she explained, “Something that if you say - even if you whisper it - that I’ll know you’re in danger and to come as quick as I can.”

“Like…what would I say?”

“I dunno, something like: ‘Oh Melissa, please help me’, or something?”

As soon as the words left her, she felt her insides flutter. Melissa recognized that normally people called upon God using such a line. She bit her lip again, watching his face, looking for his reaction. That he didn’t immediately reject her suggestion made her feel even more excited. She hoped that he’d accept her request, and that they could build even more key phrases - Marisela actually did call them ‘prayers’ - into the phone.

“That…works…I guess,” he further conceded, not sure if he was being emasculated, infantilized, or subjugated…but not feeling as upset about it as he thought he should. She is just looking out for me, he figured. He also saw that the phone must have been listening, and was looking for him to speak the alert phrase:

“Melissa please help me,” he said into the phone. The screen blinked, and smiled. It asked him to repeat it. He did.  “Melissa please help me.”

The sound of that made Melissa’s nipples harden and, also under her top, her phone buzzed again: the alert telling her than he needed her. “Ooo that was exciting..!” she giggled, bringing her hand over her left breast, to cup her phone through the fabric of her top. It was like she was feeling him, right there, all safe and sound. “Right over my heart!”

He nodded, feeling the flutters himself. He was slowly giving himself up, in little pieces, to her. It made him feel small, dependent and weak, but nothing about it felt as wrong as it should. 

“Now you can just call out to me whenever you need my…inter…mission?”

“Your…intervention?”

“Yeah, that..!” she giggled, reaching out now to cup his cheeks in her hands, “You just call out whenever you need Melissa’s Intervention..!”

“Uh, sure..?” he answered, seeing the excitement starting to build again in her eyes. 

“We can put in more little prayers!” she continued, “‘Melissa, please, I need you’, ‘Melissa, please, I want you’, ‘Melissa, please, I’m hungry.’ We can have our own little language!”

He didn’t love exactly what she was implying…and did she just call them ‘prayers’? When he opened his mouth to object, though, she merely laughed and wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in closer to her in a celebratory hug that also just happened to smother any response. The massive woman’s body easily dwarfed his, and he knew any chance of resisting her decisions died then and there between her two titanic tits and under her colossal strength. At first he seemed to be trying to push her away, but soon enough it was difficult to tell. He may have been struggling, slowly being swallowed by her bosom, or perhaps now he was trying to bury himself more deeply into the warm, inviting embrace of her cleavage. Either way, he was accepting what she was telling him, and finally settled in. 

“That’s right sweetie, get comfortable in there,” Melissa purred, already looking forward to some time, maybe this weekend, when they wouldn’t be so busy. Some time where he could spend hours like this. It’s good practice for the future. 

She heard him moan, and giggled again. She couldn’t lose him just yet. There was still more about his phone she had to tell him. 

“So, there’s some access to social media on there, like your Instagram,” she began again, talking down to the man in her cleavage, “but we don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be able to, like, post.” She paused, and - though she felt him pause too - that suggestion didn’t seem to bother him enough to complain. Good. She figured, though, that she should still explain. He was still confused. It was important to tell him why they’d be restricting him. 

“You’re getting very popular,” she continued, reminding him what Randi had explained yesterday: his follower count, after the video of him and the girls went viral, was up in the thousands. He was like the perfect little vulni man for the changing age, and women were beginning to flock to him. She pet his head tenderly. “Your accounts should be handled by a professional...”

A professional? You mean like…Randi? She’s n-

<giggle!> Melissa chuckled as she squeezed her bosoms playfully tighter around his head and squished his impish thoughts. “She’s doing a good job so far of keeping away all the little hussies that are interested in you, want to talk to you, want to meet you,” she said. There are also the men, she thought, though she knew she shouldn’t mention those, Angry ones. Disrespectful ones. Some that want to use you against us. “We had to turn off your DMs. So many girls asking for DPs.”

DPs?

He doesn’t know what that is. 

“Dick pics,” she explained plainly, feeling him freeze. What did he think about that, knowing that women around the world wanted a look at his cock? To see how it stood out like a totem pole from his shriveled little body? He was perfect, Melissa knew that, becoming everything a man should be. Women everywhere, with these new urges of theirs, wanted him for different reasons. “But nope this is mine!” she giggled, and grabbed his shaft through his pants. He was hard as steel for her, of course, and she squeezed him categorically, so there was no mistaking to whom he belonged. 

His body jolted, sparked at her grip, and she released him. I can’t have you mess another pair of pants haha! She also, slowly, gently, began to pull his face out from between her breasts. His whine was endearing, and made her want to just pull him back in again and forget the day, but there was more she had to tell him about the phone…and otherwise. And a grand opening event to which they had to attend. Even though I know you’d rather just stay in there.

“Shhh, sweetie, it’s okay, you can go back later,” she promised tenderly, tilting his gaping, ashen, clammy face up to her. She smiled down at him munificently. “So…what do you say?”

”uhhh…” wh-what do you mean?

“For the new phone I got you..?”

He blinked, unsure of what she meant.

“What do you want to say to me?”

“oh, uh…” he managed, finding his voice again, “thank you? Melissa?”

MMmmmm…she liked that, and the unmistakable shiver she felt in her bones. Even that sounded like a prayer. 

“Say it again.”

“Thank you, Melissa,” he repeated.

Better this time - more properly grateful. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, her voice generous and deeper than he’d heard it.

He shivered. What was happening here? What was becoming of their relationship? What was becoming of her? He was confused.

Missy smirked down at him, enjoying the way his mind seemed to have stalled. She caressed his cheek, and thought of their future together as she absently stroked his cock through his thin scrub pants.

“Now,” she continued, “back to what  your new phone can do. You’ll have your email back again, but first we need to talk about some of the messages you’ve been getting…”

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thanks to Beetlebomb for the base image in the IG post, and to RiF for his help in edits