Growing into the Job, Post 570: In Vivo Once More, p2

The world was a muffled, heaving haze. A pair of enormous breasts were my prison, their soft mass cradling my face into a dark, warm, perfume-drenched bliss. A sports bra’s strap was a gentle collar lashing me to her and digging into the back of my head like a reminder of my place.

Melissa Monroe, my girlfriend and Office Manager, Amazonic ditz and budding superhuman, had me trapped. She was also really mad at me. 

I was semi-conscious, finally roused by waves of her floral scents flooding my lungs after nearly an hour without them. My 4’1” body was utterly trapped in her clothing with her: legs slid down her powerful thighs, the tight Lycra leggings hugging me to her like fused limbs, my arms gripping around her waist to hold on myself best I could. And, yeah, my head was attached to her by her bra. To make matters worse, my disproportionate erection was still buried inside her from the forest-shaking sex we’d had just minutes ago, and was now waking back to life and twitching again with every thunderous step she took. 

Each stride jolted me deeper, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, milking weak bucks from my frail form - stick-thin limbs spasming against her unyielding might, my sodden face smothered, voice cracking in muffled whimpers. Humiliation burned through me: I felt like I was nothing, a tiny toy glommed to her gigantic body, hands reaching to rest on her bulbous rear flexing behind as her long, powerful legs devoured the forest like it was hers; we were headed back to the cars. As sheepishly cowed as I was, it thrilled me as my withdrawal’s haze lifted. Her pheromones were like a drug, rousing my erection harder, my junkie-need for her making me groan into her cleavage.

Her voice rumbled through her chest, vibrating my skull like thunder: “Feeling every one of my steps, Jay? That’s me carrying you home inside me, where you belong.” The words were strict, but a free hand would stroke my trapped head through the bra and make me feel protected, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to explain, to beg forgiveness and tell her why I ran from Far Horizons, from her and her friends, but I couldn’t speak - I was too overwhelmed. 

Though I saw nothing, I could feel the forest blurring through the mist as she ran us through them, sensed bowed trees parting for her, uprooted saplings back in her wake, and the air steaming from her heat. It was as if the woods worshipped her. As I came back to more consciousness, my humiliation deepened - me, frail and shirtless, scrubs torn away, reduced to a naked bulge in her bra and leggings, her enormous breasts bouncing with each step, smothering me in their mass, a pheromone-soaked heaven that made my erection throb more and more insistently. Somehow, it was back to life and then some. 

Melissa told me when we emerged from the treeline, at the roadside where her Valkyrie XX Behemoth waited alongside my stalled-out car. I felt her slow, her stride easing to a sway that if anything only ground me even deeper inside her, her inner walls pulsing possessively around me. “Mmm, Jay baby, there you are. You’re back again, hard for me,” she purred, as if just noticing now, her voice a low rumble that echoed around me in her cleavage. She knew how humbled I felt - I could smell her thrill at it, her enormous body heating, pheromones surging stronger as my erection hardened even more fully, bucking weakly into her depths. Humiliation flooded me acutely: trapped like this, helpless to her movements, my tiny frame was a plaything for her amusement. She stood by the Behemoth, one enormous hand on my hips from behind, the other trailing down to adjust her bra-bulge - me - protectively between her breasts. “Go on, Jay. Rut for Mommy - let it out. I know you need it, again,” she indulged me, “Show me you can do it.”

I couldn’t resist her perfumes, her clenching walls, or the sway of her muscled rear as she shifted. It pushed me over. My gangly limbs twitched in the leggings, my erection thrust desperately inside her, and my muffled cries lost themselves in her cleavage as another climax ripped through me, hot jets spilling into her depths. I took some satisfaction when she moaned, but then flushed in more shame when she baby-talked me through it:

“That’s right, honey, come again for Mommy,” she purred, “I knew you could do it. Good job.” She milked me with her inner walls and the hand on my behind, squeezing me to take every drop, her thrill vibrating through us both. “Good boy, that’s it,” she lauded, patiently letting me rut myself empty in humiliation and convulse my frail body against her.

Tears mixing with her sweat on my face, I was exhausted, spent, and went limp again. Immediately her pheromones began soothing me. I moaned into her and gripped her waist again. 

“Oh, shhhhhh, Jay, shhhhh…now, let’s get you ready for the drive. I’m taking you home,” she cooed, her tone still strict but more tenderly maternal now. Her enormous hands were gentle yet commanding as she began to rearrange me. First, she lifted the bra strap over my head with one finger, the fabric snapping up as she pulled me by my skull free from her cleavage. 

Finally, I gasped cool air, my sallow face slick with my tears, her pheromones, and both our perspiration. My eyes fluttered open to her sultry gaze towering above. Humiliation burned: my head had been inside her bra, dwarfed by breasts now heaving nearly free as she adjusted me. “Face front, Jay - no hiding now,” she scolded lovingly, turning my frail body in her grip - my erection slipping out finally, a slick and spent serpent as she slid me around to face forward, my back to her trim waist. Her enormous breasts now cradled my shoulders from behind, soft pillows pressing me while she hiked her leggings higher, trapping my legs facing out alongside hers, the Lycra hugging us tighter. 

She still wanted me inside her clothing, but facing out.

Sensation overwhelmed me: her heat enveloping me, her muscled abdomen flexing against my back, her hips behind mine, my wimpish legs pinned to her powerful thighs. She even hiked up her leggings so she could tuck my arms elbow-deep into them aside my hips, pinned by the waistband. To say that this was emasculating and humiliating would be an understatement of course, like being worn as an accessory, but it was also vitally intimate. She had my frailty on display to the world, but being stuck to her like this, at her belly, like she was gravid with me brought to mind a relationship of the deepest sort. I might as well have been her unborn child, as much a part of one another as humans can be. While her pheromones and my naturally submissive nature kept me docile and quietly obedient, I was also roused by the thought. 

I think she was too, as she cooed down to me like a mother bunny. 

Able to look around myself again, viewing the world through the narrow valley afforded me by her cleavage, I saw the headlights of her massive SUV cutting through the thinning fog like beacons. Also glowing to life as if sensing its true mistress, my smaller XY Rebirth had also hummed awake beside it. It would trail us home, she told me.

With little ado she walked us to her car and settled into the Behemoth, filling the driver’s seat like a throne with me trapped, facing out in her lap. My head was level with her enormous breasts heaving on either side, her arms encircling us to grip the wheel.

“Hello Melissa,” the car greeted, “And hello Jay-Jay. Welcome back.”

When I’d paused too long, Melissa reprimanded me: “Be polite when a lady addresses you, sweetie.”

“Th-thank you, ma’am…” I responded to the car, in a knee-jerk reply. . 

“That’s better,” Melissa approved. 

With a few commands from Melissa to the SUV’s embedded AI, the hobbled XY Rebirth hummed to more life behind us. I watched in the rear camera how, as we pulled onto the highway, it began following autonomously, like a duckling after its mother. Mist outside swirled between the two vehicles, cut by the XY’s headlamps, the electric motor of the XX Behemoth purring softly and calling it along. Inside the cabin, Melissa’s floral scent flooded me, her body now my world - her breasts brushing my ears with every bump, her inner heat pressing against my back, her thighs shifting beneath me. 

Though the humiliation made me want to curl up into nothing, sleep away the trip home in her lap and bosom, the need to explain myself and ask her about what Angie had told me - that it was Melissa’s pheromones that were shrinking me - began to wash over me like tepid water. Trapped in her clothing, frail and exposed, my voice cracked as I tried to speak. “M-Melissa, about today. I… I was scared,” I whimpered, words muffled and jaw squeezed by her cleavage’s edge, my stick-thin arms pinned, unable to move. “Angie…and Jewel…and Katarina and Gianna and…and…there were others.” What was the big blond one’s name again? My words were draining out of me and I just let them go. “They came at me, aggressive…they were trying to seduce me.”

“Seduce you, huh?” Melissa chuckled. She’d gotten the car to full speed, I could see that on the speedometer. I could also, when I glanced up, see that she’d tilted the rearview mirror down so we could see one another. Our eyes met. 

What must I look like down here?

“Go on,” she told me. 

“I…I felt trapped, in danger, like I had to run before…before they got me. And then the b-bomb scare, th-the alarm…it was like I had to leave or I’d…I’d lose it.”

Her enormous hand stroked the top of my trapped head gently, but her voice was strict-maternal, a resonant purr that vibrated through her breasts into me. “Shh, baby, Mommy knows you were scared - but that’s no excuse for running away unsupervised, leaving Far Horizons like that.” She paused. “You need to learn - no more thinking you can just go into the outside world without me, or without one of the girls. You’re too frail, too small.”

I began to think to protest, or to confront her about the pheromones, but then thought better of it. I didn’t have it in me, at the moment. It wasn’t a wise move, in my current - uh - situation. I knew that much.

I think she sensed that, that I had something to say but was deferring to her authority, and she pressed on. “But Mommy’s here now, keeping you safe with me. I’m going to have to be more careful, letting you out of my sight from now on.” 

My skin crawled, and I tried again with a different tactic, voice cracking. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you, or upset you, I mean it, Melissa. It was just…everything felt wrong, like I was shrinking away, and I panicked. I’m just….I’m just getting so small…” Humiliation deepened as I knew it would help my case if I leaned into my own meekness - making my excuses sound purposefully pathetic in the face of her strength, disappearing as much as I could between the enormous breasts still heaving around me with each filling breath, squirming into her thighs which shifted as she accelerated. I made my voice as little as possible. “I’m so weak. So helpless.”

Maybe it worked a little; I heard it in her own voice when she cooed, her tone becoming more loving…but still firm. “I know, baby - Mommy forgives, but you’ll have your lesson when we get home,” she said, staring down at me through the mirror, my face just barely peeking out of her cleavage. “I need to show you what happens, the consuh…the consemenses? Quences? What happens when you act out. No more running. You’re mine, Jay, my man, and you need disciplining.” 

‘Disciplining’? 

“I…uh…” 

God help me I bristled at that. “I mean, uh, Melissa…” I began. I knew enough, thank heavens, to tread lightly, “I mean…I don’t, haha, need ‘discipline’. I don’t need you to ‘punish me’. I’m not, like, your child…”

Oh…shit.

The air changed, inside the confines of the cabin. 

I knew, immediately, that I’d let my mouth run too long, and when she shot me a look I closed it immediately. 

Her eyes went from me, in the mirror, to the road. The highway unspooled, mist parting ahead of us, and I felt myself shiver, suddenly remembering what she was like when she was angry. Her jaw was set, her eyes narrowed. Wordlessly, she pulled out the long strap of her driver’s side seatbelt harness - which she had omitted to use -, and buckled it, snapping it into place on her right side. And, pointedly, around me. 

Now I was even more tightly strapped to her. The harness passed over her jutting chest, my nose, and the lower part of my face. Again: Oh shit. I didn’t dare complain, or struggle against the new restraint at all. I could feel her seething behind me.

For a long, long moment, she drove in silence, a wounded silence, offering nothing but a withering glare every time I worked up enough nerve to look back up to the rearview mirror and her eyes. She really did want to picture herself, in many ways, as my mother, and I didn’t try to say anything to argue. The silence was clearly heavy between us - I think I liked the controlled scolding better - and I’m sure she could feel my anxiety building and building.

I stayed quiet. I knew I'd done enough damage with my big mouth, my ‘I'm not your child’ hanging in the air like a bad smell. I risked a glance at the dashboard map - glowing blue, the nav line pulsing toward a dot labeled "Mom's House." Not Far Horizons, not the office, not back to work. Her mom's place was actually not too far from my old house - which I’d lost in the divorce, of course. I was where she'd been crashing these past weeks when her mom was away, many nights me with her. I thought her mom was back home, though? 

My stomach twisted; I don’t know what I was expecting. Going back to Far Horizons didn’t make sense, I guess. I certainly was in no state to work (for one thing I was naked, for god’s sakes) but being alone with her at the house meant isolation, no escape. Sheepish, voice cracking like a pubescent boy's, I mumbled into her cleavage, "M-Melissa...where...where are we going? I thought your mom was-"

She was curt, stewing - jaw set once again, sultry green-gold eyes flicking to the mirror with a glare that made me shrink smaller. "She’s gone again. So I’m gonna take you there, Jay-Jay, we’re moving back in for now," she snapped, voice thick with a fresh anger, high cheekbones sharpening. "I’m going to decide what to do with you there. Maybe keep you home for a while."

Foolish - I knew it was foolish - but a panic was starting to bubble. I knew I was in no shape to work at the moment, but still my meager argument spilled out - in a whimper, yes, words muffled from inside her heaving swells. But more of a complaint than I’d been willing to muster so far. "B-but...I have work, patients. I can't just...disappear like that. People will notice, Melissa. I-I'm still me, I need some...some independence..."

Her eyes flashed in the mirror, fury reigniting like a storm - one of her enormous hands tightening on the wheel, the other grabbing my trapped right leg just a bit too hard, fingers digging into my thigh. "Independence?!" she barked, voice rising and making me wince - and the car windows rattle, "I think you’re too set on that, Jay. Running today? Was that ‘independence’?? Thinking you're all big and brave? It scared me half to death!”

“B-b-but…Melissa…” Now I hated how weak my voice sounded.

“NO YOU LISTEN, because this is our FUTURE!” she exclaimed, her voice a resonant thunder vibrating through her chest and into my frail bones, “It’s what it's gonna be!"

The highway came on faster, mist fleeing her headlights, the XY duckling keeping pace. Her enormous breasts were heating with her emotion around me, smothering my ears, perfumes flooding me stronger as she was obviously beginning to imagine a picture, vivid and meticulous, of what our life together was to be like. 

"I'm growing faster, Jay, getting stronger faster, developing these new powers faster. They told me at Evolution just today how much it’s accelerating.” She drew a deep breath. “They can’t stop it, though I think they’ve been trying. But they can’t - no one can. I’m getting stronger every day, taller, more powerful, my muscles, my beauty...oh - NNNGH!! - Jay, it's gonna be…I’m gonna be…captivating, like a superhero, like a goddess! My powers, my height and strength, they’re multiplying, they said. Multiplying!”

“Oh my God, M-Meliss-”

“WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, Jay,” she snapped, this time shaking the entire car and setting off some red lights on the dashboard. She clamped down on my thigh even tighter. “DON’T use that word around me. ONLY use MY name!!”

I’d started to shake again, trembling actually, and for fuck’s sake nooooo felt myself getting hard again - what th-?

“FUCK…you LIKE this???” she growled, and started, half- roughly, to massage my erection into my scrawny leg through the thigh of her tights.  

“Ohhh-! Oh!!" I moaned.

“And you?? You’re shrinking,” she continued, mad at me but incensed with more than just displeasure with my actions today, “But it’s not just your little male BODY getting tinier and frailer, but your, like, SPIRIT too,” she barked, “Your world is just gonna…it’s gonna contract ‘til all you have is me - ME! Adoring me, loving me, devoted to me, like a…like a good boy!"

Humiliation burned hotter, my stick-thin limbs twitching uselessly in the leggings, erection pulsing traitorously into her hand as a wave of her perfumes hit like a drug. I tried another meager protest, voice cracking pathetically, "M-Melissa, I...I love you, but I can't just…”

“You can’t WHAT?!?”

“I can’t…I can’t…” I groaned, thrusting my hips as much as I could, “s-s-s-surrender everything. My job, my r-role, my bod-"

"YES. YOU. CAN!!!" she cut in, sounding even more angry now, eyes viciously locked on mine in the mirror, her thick dark hair whipping as she shook her head. "Your ‘independence’? You’re gonna listen to me, do what I say, abide by Mommy's authority - 'cause I'm the boss now, Jay! All big decisions? Mine! And you’re worried about your job?? Your ‘role’? You know what your new ‘role’ is? PAYING ATTENTION TO ME!!!!"

“Oh g- g- g-...Melissa-!!” 

I shivered in her trap, overwhelmed - her giant breasts now not just around my head but sandwiching it as she pressed them together with her elbows, the strap of the bra and harness of the seatbelt pinning my face, her thighs feeling thicker than the fir tree beneath my wimpish, immobilized legs, pheromones making my head spin. Meager arguments died in my throat; her picture was vivid, terrifying, thrilling and it it it-

“NNNNGGHHhhhHHhh…!” I grunted, rutting my hips, rubbing it up into her hand, exploding under her grip and into the tight confines of her leggings, onto my own thigh, near my knee.

The Behemoth barreled onward, mist parting before it like curtains, her tanned skin glistening under cabin lights, high cheekbones flushed with vision-fever as she watched my face contort in another climax. I maybe heard her snort in derision but my ears were mashed to my head by her tits and I could now barely see for the boob-flesh eclipsing my vision.

“That’s right, come, little man, I know you can’t help it,” she sneered, “Come for me again, like you do every day. Spit out the last of your little man juice into my leggings, onto yourself. I’ll clean you up later.”

I panted - and moaned - head spinning, vision spinning, my world spinning as a new wave of perfume hit me and then-

“Unnnghhh…” I groaned, shaking, convulsing, spurting spurting…spurting…

“Yeah, that’s right, feeling it, huh? Feeling yourself all submissive?” she said, rubbing my throbbing cock, squeezing it into my own leg, “I’m making you feel good, huh? Mommy’s good at that…”

“unnnghh…” I groaned again, with less vigor, with fading strength.

“And making you sleepy, too, isn’t it, hmmmm? Huh? Coming makes you sleepy?” she drawled, with mocking maternal concern.

Something from the car beeped, something from the dashboard, but the sound was distant as I was feeling it, feeling myself fading even as my climax still throbbed out of me, made my core quake. I was exhausted and I knew I was hers, like she said: shrinking into her world - or, at least, the part of it she was making for me - and g-d help me, part of me yearned for it. The rest, the darkness, the warmth. The sleep. 

“That’s right, go to sleep in there, little man,” she spoke, rubbing out the last brine of heat she could muster from the meat on my thigh as she pushed me in deeper between her breasts and made my world completely dark. “Go to sleep in there and Mommy will drive you home…”

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