Growing into the Job, Post 568: I'm Going to Find You and When I Do...

The fog parted before the enormous Valkyrie XX Behemoth like curtains drawn by an unseen hand. Headlights were carving two tunnels of white through the gray, and found the smaller car pulled over at the roadside - her car, once. 

No. My car, still.

Melissa Monroe, Administrative Director of Far Horizons Evolution Center, slowed the massive SUV to a stop a few yards behind it, the thick tires crunching softly on wet grit. The electric vehicle hummed once and fell silent, motor and the voice of its integrated AI alike. Only the soft hiss of cooling metal remained. Melissa had pushed the limits of its motor and shrugged off the state’s speed limits in getting herself here, recklessly covering nearly sixty miles in just over a half hour. She’d driven in a fervor, one which still half-gripped her despite her best efforts to calm herself. 

She sat for a moment with both hands on the steering wheel, listening. Her pulse sounded too loud inside the cabin. Every breath she took tasted like ozone, wet earth, and now faintly - faintly - him.

Her heart leapt, and a new fury gripped it. 

When she opened the door, the mist rushed in, pale and fluid, wrapping around her bare arms but then vaporizing from her heat.  The cold didn't touch her, despite the fact she was still wearing her outfit from the testing lab: a brief black sports bra and tight gray compression leggings. Her skin prickled, not from temperature but from the way the air trembled around her; she could feel the chemical residue of her car’s shutdown, the ghost static of the car’s systems still echoing her last command.

The radio had been playing music and news on her drive. She’d barely listened, instead focused purely on her mission - FIND HIM - but some of the headlines still stuck with her: 

“Women’s domination of the music charts continues into its 24th straight week, as the top 20 pop singles this week are again exclusively from female artists!” 

“In more military news, Canada’s Department of National Defence has quietly restructured its chain of command, and has promoted the first all-female division to full active status.”

“Big changes in world finance! The World Bank has restructured its lending policy to favor female-owned businesses. Experts say seventy-two percent of new global capital flow now moves through women-led institutions, a number that's on the rise.”

Men are losing, Melissa told herself, in an afterthought through her current state of amped-up zeal. “Good,” she whispered to herself.

She slammed the Behemoth’s door behind herself and went forward.

The fog coiled around her ankles, seeming to rise and supplicate to her as she moved. The SUV’s lights threw her impressive shadow across the smaller car - shapely hourglass but distorted, long-limbed, like an animal standing upright.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, circling the XY Rebirth slowly. She had turned if off remotely, through the app she had on her phone, before her explosion in the Evolution labs about forty-five minutes ago. She looked into the car, leaning down deep and peering through the windshield with narrowed eyes and a puff of steam from her nostrils. She grit her teeth. He was not in the car. Somehow she knew he wouldn’t be. The hood, though, with the new battery beneath, was still warm to her enhanced sense of touch. He hasn’t been here long.

She whispered again, this time lower, throatier: “Where did you go, baby?”

Did he start walking down the road? Try to hitch a ride on this deserted highway, call a car? He can’t have gotten far walking - and he doesn’t even have his phone.

Her fingers trailed across the metal, skin leaving faint steam-prints where it touched. She fought the urge to put her fist through the hood, crush the little electric motor beneath it with her huge hand, or pick up the car entirely, throw it across the road to a ditch on the other side, wrecked. Make it so he’ll never drive again. Instead, she pressed her palm flat against the hood, eyes closed. For a moment, she simply listened.

There - under the wet hiss of the roadside forest - she heard it: a pulse, faint but real, somewhere deeper in the woods. Not his heartbeat exactly, but the echo of him - a tug in her chest like someone pulling a rope through her sternum.

“Jayyyyyy,” she murmured, barely audible. The name curled with ominous vapor when it left her lips as she stood to her full, massive height, powerful musculature flexing menacingly under her skin.

She opened the driver’s door of the abandoned car - which responded to her without issue, unlocking. The air inside was also still warm. Her enhanced sense of smell could still pick up the faint synthetic musk of her own pheromones -  ones the car’s systems had been producing before shutoff. The smell was wrong now, flat, like perfume left in sunlight too long. Beneath that, though, the air was saturated with him.

Melissa leaned in further, breathing it all in deeply, eager to take in at least this little bit of him into herself. Then a sharp edge of panic flickered through her body. Her pupils widened, pulse quickened; the change starting before she was aware of it - micro adjustments to her muscles, the barely visible ripple of her skin adapting to threat. Her hair, newly damp with mist and her own perspiration, clung to her neck.

Her hand lingered on the steering wheel, tracing the faint oily imprint of his grip. She could almost see him here - shirtless, sweating, probably panicking, hands shaking. Thin, weak, small. The realization of how much danger he’d put himself in tightened her jaw. A single breath escaped her - half sigh, half growl.

She closed the car door as gently as she could, like tucking something in for sleep. Then she straightened. The fog seemed thicker now, the trees from the roadside leaning closer, their trunks slick and black. She tilted her head, scenting the air.

“Did you go far, running away from me?”

No, he’s close. And hurting.

The pull in her chest sharpened - urgent, magnetic. Her next step sunk into mud. 

She’d done her breathing exercises, just like they told her to. But the fury was rising again anyway. She was upset, anxious - and it was his fault. This was all his fault. He has to learn to listen better!!

The trees seemed to bow away from her as she stepped off the roadside and into the woods. The fog thickened instantly, closing behind her like a curtain. For a long moment, there was no sound at all. Not even wind. The silence had weight to it, almost reverent, almost afraid. Of me?

Melissa inhaled slowly. Beneath the damp rot and pine, she caught it: the olfactory fingerprint she knew better than her own skin. Him. His scent curled faintly through the air, thin as a memory, laced with the metallic tang of fear and exhaustion. The signal was fading.

Her jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t have run,” she murmured. The words were soft, almost coaxing - but something darker pressed underneath them. She tried to breathe evenly, to walk rather than run, but every step seemed to find its own rhythm, faster and heavier than she meant. Her calves flexed hard, tendons reshaping imperceptibly. She’d broken into a jog.

“You think you can get away from me?” she whispered to the trees, though it was really to him. Her voice came out lower than it should have, almost unrecognizable - resonant, full of current. The sound made the mist tremble.

Branches shivered above her without wind. Drops of condensation broke loose and pattered onto her bare shoulders, evaporating at the touch of her heat. Her pupils had dilated to full black now; each flicker of movement, each scent molecule, was information pouring into her. She could almost see him in her mind - hunched, trembling, maybe broken, somewhere ahead.

The woods grew tighter. Her fingernails traced along the bark of a nearby tree. She barely noticed it splintering under her touch, or the strips of wood falling away in her wake. She stared at her hands for a second, though, as she jogged, forcing them to unclench. “Gentle,” she told herself. “Be gentle.”

I’ll make you safe. I’ll make you still.

The pull in her chest grew stronger, sharp and magnetic. It wasn’t just pheromonal; it was something deeper, an instinct that had outgrown chemistry. He was close - less than a mile, maybe half that now. And weakening. The thought made her breath hitch. Her body responded in kind: a rush of adrenaline, the micro-vibrations beneath her skin turning electric.

“Hold on,” she said quietly, half to him, half to herself, “I’m coming.” I’ll find you and wrap you up in me so tightly you’ll never get lost again... She promised herself she’d hold him forever.

…If I don’t tear you into two first.

Her steps quickened again. The rhythm of her pulse merged with the beat of the earth. She could feel her restraint fraying, the careful training of control peeling away with every heartbeat. Something in her wanted to run. Something in her needed to.

And then she did.

The forest, suddenly, blurred. Mud splashed high up her legs, branches whipped past and shattered against her shoulders. She moved with an inhuman grace, each stride a leap, her breath smooth and powerful. The trees no longer resisted her passing; they bent aside, as though remembering her, or their heavy limbs broke as her body plowed through them like twigs. A stream - maybe two yards across - was no obstacle; she leapt it without a thought, not even breaking stride…or noticing his little footprints on the other side. She ran.

A voice rose faintly through the mist ahead - not real, not now, but an echo:  “Please…”

Melissa stopped so suddenly that the soil tore beneath her heels. The sound hung in the air like a thread of light, vanishing as quickly as it had come. She stood there, panting, eyes wide, heart hammering. The scent of him was thick now, alive in the fog.

Her lips parted. A single word escaped, more exhale than speech, a gale force that made the limbs of trees sway: “Jay.”

For a heartbeat, her expression softened - terror, relief, something like hunger, all at once - and then she took one step forward, out of the gray. She broke from the mist like something born of it. The forest floor trembled under each step, wet pine needles lifting in her wake.

Because ahead - fifty yards, maybe less - she saw him.

He lay crumpled against the base of a fir, shirtless, his skin slick with sweat and rain. He looked impossibly small. For a terrible heartbeat she thought he was dead, but then her sharpened sight caught the faint flutter beneath his ribs, the slow pull and release of breath. His eyelids moved slightly, tiny flickers beneath them. Dreaming, she realized. Maybe dreaming about me.

Relief that he was alive hit her like a wave, powerful enough to stagger her. Then came its twin - fury. The mist in the air around her shimmered with the sudden heat of it and immediately sublimated to steam. She didn’t notice the change she was causing in the space of the forest; she was focused entirely on HIM. You scared me, she thought, You ran.

BAD BOY

Something in her pulse broke free. She no longer cared about the trees between them. A young birch bowed across her path, and she swept through it with a backhand sweep, without thinking; it split with a sound like cloth tearing. Another trunk, with just a push from her, cracked as she passed, roots lifting from the mud. The forest seemed to recoil, silent in awe - or fear - of the mighty Amazon barreling through it, shattering its bones.

The trees quivered to the beat of the thunderous drum, the mighty muscle of her heart, that echoed through the woods with each beat, a rhythm of rage. The forest watched as she burst into the small clearing where Dr. J lay, and it looked at her: a nearly 7-foot woman a tower of beauty and strength - athletically muscular, with long powerful legs that had devoured its distance, a tiny trim waist flaring to her brobdingnagian rear, and enormous breasts heaving in her black sports bra, fabric stretched to breaking point over their gravity-defying swell. Her high cheekbones were sharp with fury, full lips parted in a growl, sultry green-gold eyes blazing. Thick dark hair was matted with mist, her tanned skin glistening like that of a demigod forged from storm.

Her eyes drank him in. She gasped, moaned; he looked so frail, half-naked against the massive fir - the size of a child now, his stick-thin limbs splayed like a broken doll, soiled scrub bottoms sagging on his boyish frame. He was silent in unconsciousness, face slack under the dripping canopy. Melissa’s breath caught when she reached him, a battle of tenderness and wrath surging through her superhuman body. In one fluid motion, she scooped him up like a rag doll, her enormous hands engulfing his sides, lifting his limp body effortlessly off the ground. His weight was like nothing to her might, limbs dangling like twigs against her sculpted body, She brought his lolling head to her shoulder, his torso pressed against the swell of her enormous breasts.

The skin-to-skin contact was electric - being with him again after more than a day was like a drug, his scent flooding her senses and igniting her every nerve. She groaned, and released pheromones that enveloped him instantly. They began rousing him from the haze of withdrawal, bringing him back to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered, a weak gasp escaping his tiny lungs, but he couldn’t open his eyes or speak yet. His body was just too frail, too overwhelmed. Melissa’s powerful heart raced faster, the feel of her enormous breasts pressing against his chest exciting her more as she held him close, her long powerful legs steady as oaks.

“You ran from us, you ran from me,” her overfull lips whispered into his ear, her voice a low, barely-contained growl that made the pines rustle. “You scared me, baby. You scared me so much.” 

The pines rustled again, and a watching flock of starlings took flight.

Her voice deepened, and she fought to control it. “I’m going to…to have teach you a lesson,” she continued, breathing deeply, lungs like bellows as she lifted him away from her shoulder and held him aloft, dangling four feet off the ground. She looked into his face. His head still lolled on his shoulders like a marionette’s, his eyes still closed to the world. She knew he could hear her, though, deep inside himself. It was a mind-bending struggle to keep her voice even, to keep from screaming. “I need to make you learn not to leave Mommy again.” Her grip tightened slightly on his upper arms and shoulders, and she curled her lip in her efforts not to crush them to dust. With a deep growl she slammed him against the fir’s trunk, pinning him by his upper body with her enormous hands, his feet useless in the air. She could feel his male frailty, the way his bones felt like bird wings under her fingers, his weak man-body - even semi-conscious as he was - trembling against her unearthly female strength. It thrilled her, her own sense of power and superiority surging, just barely held back from crushing him, from snapping him like a handful of kindling. I could break you so easily, Jay… but I’ll try not to. 

In her fervor - passions overwhelming her, his bare back to the bark - she couldn’t help herself. She leaned in, down a bit, and crushed her full lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her enormous mouth engulfed his smaller one, her tongue a powerful invader, exploring with dominant hunger, tasting his half-conscious fear and his physical, junkie-like need for her. It was like sweet wine. Oh, you NEED me, baby, SO BAD. She felt how her body was massive over him, and how her gigantic breasts smashed against his frail chest like soft boulders, compressing him to the point where she felt she could break him with a deep breath. Her tiny, trim waist arched as she leaned in, her bulbous rear thrusting out behind her for balance, legs bracing wide. The kiss was all-consuming - lips sucking the breath from his lungs, her pheromones flooding his mouth, rousing him further even as his body went limp in submission, making his popsicle-stick limbs twitch weakly against her unyielding mass. She loved feeling huge, bigger than him, bigger than everyone, and when she finally pulled back from the kiss she stood up straighter so that her breasts smothered his face. Her strength and power made him seem like a toy in her grasp, in her embrace. It excited her to fever pitch. Her heart pounded like thunder through them both, now rattling his skull.

She felt his arms - weakly, with him still barely conscious - come around her back, to hold on.

“OH. MY. G-D!!!” she roared. 

The sound of her thunderous voice echoed through the woods, swaying tree limbs and distant saplings,  the mist of the forest shivering as if in awe. His touch, even feeble, had ignited her like wildfire, her enormous breasts heaving against his face, her pheromones surging stronger, rousing him further out of his haze of withdrawal. He was clinging to her but she needed MORE. Needed him more pinned, more trapped, more utterly hers. With a growl that made the fir's bark crackle, she lifted the center strap of her black sports bra up over his head in one swift motion, her enormous breasts nearly spilling free before she released it, snapping the fabric back down and pinning his head deep into her cleavage. His skull was engulfed completely between her womanly swells.

“MINE!!” she roared.

To an observer, the sight would be surreal, erotic terror: an Amazon warrior dominating the fog-drenched scene, bare skin glistening, perfect cheekbones flushed, full lips parted in ecstasy, gemstone eyes in half-lidded lust as she gazed down at her chest. They would barely see the head of the tiny man between her breasts, vanished all but entirely into the cavern of her bra - her breasts far, far bigger than his head. Her thick dark hair framed her face like a mane, mist beading on it like jewels.

The black fabric strap of her bra stretched tight around the bulge of his fragile skull, like a hammock cradling a toy to her massive swells. His head fit effortlessly, swallowed by her cleavage's depth, his semi-conscious form pressed against her trim abdomen and waist. The bra strap dug into his neck slightly, pinning him secure, his muffled breaths vibrating against her skin, her pheromones flooding his senses in the dark, warm prison of her bosom.

Feeling him stuck to her like that - his weak, nascent complaints tickling her enormous breasts, his frailty utterly encompassed by her power - excited her even more. A rush of dominance surged through her veins, her nipples hardening inside her bra. “You’re mine again, baby,” she purred, her voice resonating like thunder that shook rain from the canopy, “stuck right where you belong.” Her heart hammered, feeling the woods quivering in sync with her. She began to smile, having him again, but then she felt it - his massive erection throbbing through his scrubs, pressing insistently into the lowest bulge of her flat abdomen, the heat of it piercing her leggings like a brand. That lit a new fire in her. She could finally no longer control herself, the mix of rage, relief, and raw need overwhelming the superhuman.

With a roar that split the air - deep, primal, shaking the fir's trunk and sending the fog fleeing - Melissa tore his thin scrub pants from him like tissue paper, the fabric ripping in her enormous hands with a sharp <RRRIIP>. Immediately she tossed the shreds aside into the mist. His erection sprang free, veiny and pulsing, disproportionate on his frail, shrunken body. 

“You need me so bad, don’t you little man??” she growled, her flashing eyes locking on what she could see of his head as he stirred weakly in her cleavage prison. Without hesitation, she pulled down leggings, panties, her waist twisting, muscular rear flexing, and she slid his massive length into herself - her aching, waiting wetness engulfing him in one smooth, dominant thrust, her inner walls immediately clenching like a living vice around him, drawing a muffled gasp from his trapped mouth.

He’s waking up to this, she thought. Good. 

"Oh, baby, you feel so - so small, so mine," she growled, her voice a resonant boom that made the surrounding pines creak and bow, pine needles raining down like confetti in her storm. Her trim waist arched further, bulbous rear thrusting out for leverage as her long powerful legs braced wider, rooting her like an ancient oak while she ground against him, her inner walls clenching around his disproportionate length with superhuman strength, milking him relentlessly. 

But it wasn't enough - she needed more control, more dominance, to remind him of his place as her tiny male plaything. With a roar that split the air like lightning - deep, primal, shaking the fir's trunk and sending cracks spiderwebbing up its bark - Melissa gathered up his little beanpole legs with her enormous hands. Without barely a break to their contact; she slid them down into her leggings with her, his right leg down her left thigh, his left down the other. She released the waistband of the tight leggings back into place and trapped his rag-doll body even more effortlessly against her. His head still trapped in her bra's embrace, face smothered even deeper in her cleavage, she pressed him back against the tree.

“Don’t you see you can never get away from me?!?”

One massive hand - her left - engulfed his narrow hips from behind, her fingers wrapping around his frail waist nearly like a belt, pinning him in place with ease, pushing him deeper into herself and protecting his pelvis from being shattered against the tree. His stick-thin legs no longer dangled uselessly but were stuck to her massive thighs by the Lycra of her leggings, his entire body now wrapped to hers, cock still planted deep inside.

"You're mine, Jay - mine to fuck, tiny, weak," she snarled in unbridled lust, her free hand now racing around the thick tree to hug it - and him - into herself. The tree groaned, and so did he as she thrust forward with explosive passion, her titanic frame slamming into him like a tidal wave, the impact rattling the forest floor and making roots below her start to heave from the mud. Her enormous breasts bounced with each powerful stroke, the bra strap digging into the back of his head, smothering his cries in their soft, overwhelming mass. Her massive rear flexed as she drove deeper and she felt herself grabbing huge chunks of the far side of the tree with her right hand. She began to tear the tree apart, just to destroy something.

The size contrast thrilled her - his tiny male frailty like a toy beneath her heroic might, his erection stretching her just enough to fuel her, her pheromones flooding him until his weak twitches turned to desperate bucks.

“You like this, you do,” she growled, slamming him into herself, “you like getting punished by Mommy. You like getting fucked.”

The woods quivered in sync with her thunderous grunts, forest animals fleeing in flocks, the mist steaming from her heated skin as she assaulted him relentlessly, her enormous body a machine of female strength and supremacy, pounding him against the tree with earth-shaking force. Still she tore chunks from the far side of the tree - bark, sapwood, close to the heart of the mighty fir. 

"Come for Mommy - now!!" she commanded, her voice a sonic boom that cracked branches overhead and made the trunk in front of her groan in protest and pain. Deep snaps came from its core.  Her inner walls were clamping like a vice around his manhood as her own climax built, built, built, a tidal surge of ecstasy beginning to rip through her. She drew the arm that encircled the tree back, and as he came, as she came - she <SLAMMED!> her forearm into the tree, just above where her breasts met it, where they bosomed him into the trunk. The tree <SNAPPED!> just as Dr. J's body spasmed in her grip, his muffled cries peaking as he erupted inside her, hot jets flooding her depths, his frail limbs convulsing weakly against her unyielding form which itself was <ELECTRIFIED> in the same explosive instant. Melissa threw her head back and let loose a mighty <RRROAR!!!> to the heavens, her orgasm crashing like thunder - waves of pleasure radiating out from her like sonic shockwaves, shaking the ground, uprooting small saplings as the mighty giant in front of her was blasted away from them, seventy feet of lumber toppling into the forest with a defeated scream. Her enormous breasts <HEAVED> around his head as she clenched her deepest muscles around him, milking every drop, every drop he had to give her, her body glowing with final, climactic power.

“YES YES YES!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU! ARE! MINE!!!” she thundered - “ALWAYS!! MINE!!!”

Her dominance over the tiny male was complete, he had been shown his place, and the forest was left trembling in awe. 

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