Growing into the Job, Post 457: Gala, Episode 2

“Go on…kiss it,” Melissa giggled, cushioned by her pillowy butt on the stone floor under the statue. She’d just woken her little boyfriend with a nudge of her big, bare feet to his sleepy face, “You kissed her feet, why not kiss mine?”

She watched him carefully and giggled again when he did just that - kiss her sole, the pad of her foot. Then, at her insistence, her big toe. Just like he’d done with the statue. Eeek! It was even better than she imagined it would be. He continued with every other toe of her right foot, and then her left. She could sense it in him; despite his little protests, despite his false consternation, he was getting turned on already. A foot guy, huh? I guess they’re all foot guys eventually. “You like my tootsies, hm?” she chuckled, nuzzling her toes into his little mouth, “Well, they like you too.” 

Dr. J looked up at her. He had spent the past hour snoozing, having been lulled to sleep by Morgan after an exhausting night right up here on the podium under the huge statue, and in front of the whole crowd that had filled the atrium for the grand opening gala of the new Far Horizons Evolution Center. The mass of people was now gone. The lights, save for some low security fixtures, were off. It was just him. And Melissa. And she was clearly feeling playful, if that was the word for it. 

“Oooo! My shoes were killing me, I’m so happy to have them off,” Melissa mused, rubbing his nose with her big toe, “I hope you don’t mind.” She booped his nose, then ran her toe down between his lips, held it there. “I just got them delivered today and they’re already too small,” she mock-complained, sounding like a petulant girl. Inside, though, Melissa felt more like a woman than ever. I wonder how much all the attention tonight made me grow? “I keep outgrowing everything.”

“Imsrrry…” he mumbled, toe-in-mouth. 

“Shh just suck it.”

The indignities of this evening were already so outrageous that he took her toe in without complaint. Here, alone with her, it was much easier to bear. The softness of her skin against his lips, slightly cool at first, had warmed as she’d held it there. Sliding against his upper teeth came the gentle curve of her nail, and his tongue glided under the smooth surface and felt the slight ridges of her toe pad. The toe itself was firm but yielding, the taste of her skin subtle, carrying a hint of some lotion, some delicate fragrance. 

And it was really big. 

Melissa’s eyes were locked on his as she watched him in this moment of supplication. All night people had been truckling to her, looking for her attention, sweet-talking, flattering and singing her praises. She recognized what it was, she had no delusions that it was because she was rich or funny or, like, smart. Everyone wanted to see and be seen with the Amazon Office Manager of Far Horizons, the woman who grew and might be making others grow as well. They ingratiated themselves to her, paid court to her, all but bowed and scraped before her. And, she had to admit, it did the trick. It felt great. Her ego had been burgeoned to bursting, and she’d almost started to believe some of the things they’d begun saying about her. Right now, though,  the only groveling she wanted to see, the only knee she wanted prostrated on her altar, was his. She wanted that, and she wanted his cock. A perfect way to cap off a glorious night. 

“That’s good, sweetie,” she purred, as she slid a second toe in to join the first, “here’s another.”

Of course his first intellectual instinct had been to pull back when she’d asked him to kiss her foot. The act seemed humiliating, just like it had been kissing the statue earlier. Emotionally, though, he felt it immediately - in having his girlfriend’s foot in his mouth there was a mix of intimacy and vulnerability that was exhilarating. It was a deeply personal act and involved a level of trust, especially when said foot had been seen to be able to somehow cause small earthquakes. He felt how the connection between he and Melissa, even with his own logical doubts,, was intensified by his focus on such a small, often overlooked part of her body. Moments like this made them closer. 

Behind her huge, incandescently gratified smile, Melissa was feeling something similar. As his little mouth moved over her toes, the sensations varied from a light tickle to something more stimulating. The experience was more than just physical, it was about the intimacy, his attachment and their connection. It was surprising, even to her, how such a simple act could turn into something so sensual. This felt meaningful in some way. They’d already established the power structure in their relationship: she was on top, she was the dominant, she was the alpha. Everybody knew that. And now she had her foot in his mouth, and that made it even more palpable.

“Lick it, Jay.”

Without hesitation, he dutifully began to lick the pad of her left foot. 

She giggled again. That tickles. “Who would have thought, three months ago,” Melissa nonchalantly began, “that you’d be here licking the bottom of the foot of the new girl you’d just hired?” She watched him react to that, felt his delicate little bones shiver. “Hm, Jay? Isn’t that wild? Think about it.”

His thoughts, she knew, were similar to hers: she could almost see them, like she’d been doing recently. He’d imagined it right away, the very first time they sat down together in his office for her interview. He’d had his questions, his prepared script, the same stuff he asked of anyone looking for a gig here. But this girl was different. This one was beyond gorgeous. This one was like every wet dream of his come true. Even though she was basically a foot shorter than she is now, he’d immediately began picturing what he’d like this tall, shapely, energetic, and incredibly beautiful girl to do to him. 

Memories dancing weirdly in his mind, he kissed the sole of her foot, and groaned when she pressed it to his face, pushing him back with the casually impossible strength of her powerful, unstoppable leg. He fell backwards, catching himself haphazardly on his hands. 

Melissa sat up, getting onto her knees to hover and tower over him. Already he was quivering for her. She reached down and began to unbutton his shirt; Morgan had already slipped him out of his suit jacket earlier, and she had put it over him as a blanket for him as he’d slept. 

“Things change, Jay,” Melissa now said to him, as she finished with the last of his buttons and - without a word from him - helped him out of his shirt. “They’re just changing so fast right now, and we know that makes you scared.” She tossed the shirt to the side, and began on his belt buckle. “That’s why we’re doing things the way we are.”  In a swift, sudden motion she pulled on the belt, and the whole thing quickly slid from around his waist through every loop at once, causing him to gasp. “That’s why we’re all being so gentle and affectionate.” Because, honey, you know we don’t have to be gentle. We could be mean, if we wanted. But this is nicer for everybody. Melissa looked down on him, her body silhouetted in the light behind her as she took him all in.  “We don't want to scare you.”

She considered ripping his flimsy belt in two, or using it to strap him to her somehow, but instead she simply tossed it aside. She got to work on his fly. He was erect already for her and she needed to see it. She wanted him in her, now.

“Think about how much happier you are now, not having to worry about things so much,” she continued, pausing for a second and fighting the urge to just tear his pants asunder. She looked down at him and reached out delicately to wipe away a tear from his cheek. “Aww. Are you crying?”

He shook his head. No, not crying, he was thinking, mourning.

She smiled gently. “It’ll be so much easier soon, when you can just relax, and let us take care of everything for you.” Already she’d begun to pull down his pants. He’d raised his hips for her, and she saw how his erection was bent uncomfortably down his right thigh, pinned in by his boxers. She saw the relief he felt when she slid them off him too. 

Now it hovered there in the air, throbbing, risen off his withered frame. It was almost ten inches long, still, where he’d shrunk to the size of a boy. It was nearly a fifth as long as his whole naked body. 

She felt herself shiver. It wanted her too, just like they all did. 

You’re mine. You’re all mine. 

She was somehow able to resist the powerful, driving instinct to just dive down and inhale him into her mouth. Before touching him, she instead reached up behind her neck, finding the clasp of her dress. She paused in that pose for a moment to let him drink in the sight of her, her massive chest thrust out above him and threatening to burst her bodice, clasp be damned. 

“Omigod look at you, little man, you worship my tits,” she moaned, unable to help herself as she watched his submissive little body, his submissive little mind prepare themselves, begin to ready themselves for her, “I’m going to fuck you with them so hard.”

She saw how, for a second, his eyes darted nervously away from her, looking up and around the room. His anxiety was getting to him, and it was as if he was just considering it now. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’re alone,” she assured him, unhooking the clasp which kept her dress strapped behind her neck and her massive breasts contained...

She held the straps joggling them, pulling up and down causing mighty quakes throughout her chest. She wanted his full and undivided attention, and it worked.

“It's okay sweetie, the new girls are upstairs in the apartments, the monkeys are all downstairs. The guests have left, the other girls are all long gone,” Melissa continued as she jiggled herself lazily, sending undulating waves through her bosom’s supple flesh and seeing how rapt she could easily keep him. “It felt to me like Lakshmi had some stress, but I think Josie went to help her.” Was he even hearing her? Haha, he looks hypnotized. Even so, she could still sense the anxiety in him. With him naked, and  me about to be, out here in the foyer of the office, I know what he’s thinking: 

There are c-cameras here, right?? Th-they could be watching us? Recording us?

“Hmm yeah maybe,” she answered his silent anxieties. 

He was also now haha maybe, she felt, concerned for her sanity. 

If there are cameras, she thought, let them look. Let them watch. Melissa realized that Evolution - not to mention her mother - was concerned about how deeply she felt for him. They’d primed her, prepared her to attract him and be attracted to him, but they just didn’t anticipate love. They didn’t think, maybe, that she - their monster - was even capable of it. It was supposed to become a pure congress, ultimately, of alpha and beta, of dominant and submissive, of master and slave. But, omigod, Mellisa thought,  I LOVE HIM, and she refused to feel bad about it. Maybe it’s a simple idea, from a simple girl like me, but the more love there is in the world the better, right? But still…

She smiled down at him, could now feel the cameras’ eyes burning into her back. So much of her, yes, actually did yearn to be exactly what they wanted, to follow her instincts, to overwhelm him completely and dominate the shit out of him. They want me to be dominant with him? she mused, with the curl of a silent smile, Fine. I’ll show them dominant.

Melissa was reminded of what Sheryl, his ex-wife, had said to him earlier. With the crazy-good hearing she’d developed, she’d been able to hear it from nearly ten feet away even though it had only been a whisper . “We all know that the world you knew is gone…” Melissa looked directly into his eyes and repeated it, not as a whisper, but instead she let her voice deepen, enlarge. She began to amplify her voice’s volume until it started to fill the room, looking over him and watching him begin to quiver under her strength and size. Do you hear how much bigger I am than her? she thought, in a moment of vanity. He seemed frightened by how large Melissa’s voice could become, and maybe also alarmed that she somehow knew what Sheryl had whispered to him. Maybe that’ll freak them all out, too, if they’re listening. To drive the point home she repeated, this time in a kinder tone: “We all know that the world you knew is gone…but that doesn’t mean the world has ended.”

As afraid as he was, his trembling eyes still hadn’t left her tits. Maybe he’s looking at them, she thought in a giddy moment, because he’s afraid. 

She chuckled, and slowly began to draw her hands back from behind her neck, pulling her dress away and finally exposing her huge, massive breasts. She watched his eyes go wide, as if he needed more vision to see how huge she’d become. 

“Yeah…“ she drawled, rolling thunder, leaning over him now to completely fill what vision he had with her chest, “…this can be your new world.”

He gasped, he groaned, and his hips bucked up beneath her. Her nipples were enormous, engorged with the promise of his little mouth suckling on them. She’d squeezed her elbows together to embellish the bounty of her size, and blue veins throbbed in anticipation of being able to provide for him, just under the surface of silken skin made taut by what swelled inside.

“I saw you looking at them, all evening, hm?” she continued, her voice a rumbling whisper, “You wanted to just disappear from the party and have me hide you in between them, huh?” She kept herself from giggling, and rather just let him do what he wanted. She let him stare at her tits. She only just realized, she’d been slowly taking off the rest of her dress this whole time. “Well, you’re gonna get your wish. I’m going to bury you between them tonight. I’m going to take you up to your room, put you to sleep…” Her voice was becoming not only lower but more heated, imagining it now herself. “…and just fucking surround you with them.” She leaned them in closer, relishing how she made him gasp anew. “But first, I want this…”

Her panties, also, were already gone, discarded somewhere across the platform. So when she grabbed his erect cock she had nothing stopping her from jus-

NNNNNGGHHHAAAAHAHAHAHA HAHHhhhhh…..

It was her turn to groan as, finally, he entered her. 

Her tits were still right up over his face, but now she loomed even larger as she sat up and settled herself atop him. His torso followed upwards, as magnetically drawn to her as his left hand was to her right breast. The other hand he had behind him, for support. Her body was enormous, goddamn enormous  compared to his tininess. Her mass was many times his, her thighs thicker than he was. 

“F-feel that?” she moaned, temporarily overcome but growing more in control, “That’s what it feels like to be overpowered.”

“Nnnnghhh..!” he squealed, the closest thing to a word he’d managed in a while. 

She chuckled again, and sighed. “I bet there are so many guys out there jealous of where you are right now,” she mused, considering the buzz she’d still been feeling as men everywhere continued to replay the Channel 5 broadcast from tonight, “they wish they were being loved by such a…such a…”

As her hips had begun to rock themselves gently over him, Melissa was looking for the right word. Many came to her head, but he wasn’t ready for them yet. 

“…by such a, like, caring and powerful woman,” she finally offered, giggling. She looked down in admiration at her little guy. That he had lasted this long already was impressive. “And I just want to keep becoming more powerful for you.”

Recalling now the manifestation she had repeated to herself earlier, still in her undersized car before she walked in, she said it to herself once more. “The attention of others makes me stronger. I grow to be what they want me to be…”

Adding, privately to herself: 

…and my attention makes you smaller. You’re going to shrink into what we both want you to be. 

“OH MY GOD WE ARE SO PERFECT FOR ONE ANOTHER!” she boomed, rattling the world and thrusting her hips into him more strongly than she should. He groaned, but no bones were broken. Only maybe his little brain haha. She thrust again, driving him into the stone floor of the statue’s platform. Her hands were up in her hair, tossing it dramatically into luscious waves of soft raven. She’d looked to the high, glass ceiling for the moment and when she gazed back down on him she saw that he was doing the same. His eyes were upward, looking both at her and what loomed up even larger behind her: the statue. 

She chuckled again. One would have thought her smile could not have grown any larger, but it surely tried.

“She’s really big, huh?” Melissa asked, now more gently rolling her great hips over him. “It’s, like, comforting, huh? Having a woman that big watching over you?”

She giggled as he closed his eyes, groaned, turned away. 

“No no no no, sweetie, open up, look at me..!” she laughed, taking his chin in one hand to direct his gaze. She tilted his head up, higher, to look at the statue looming up into the sky above them. “Look at me, look how huge…”

She knew that when he looked at the great stone woman, goddess of this place, he saw her. She had been the model for it. It had her features, it had her arms, legs, hands and feet. It had her enormous breasts that from his position all but blocked his view of its face, just as Melissa’s did hers. 

“Look at what a giant I am,” Melissa’s voice resounded, for him, for the security cameras, for all the fucking world for all I care. Still her hips fucked him, and he was close. “Bigger, and bigger, and bigger every day. Look at us, Jay, look…”

At that, she raised her left arm up, to point to the far horizon, eyes out to the distance. Up and behind her, the statue did the same. She was mimicking the pose of the statue. 

Worship us, Jay. Just like everyone else is starting to. 

He had started to gibber, he had started to shake. As much as he could he tried to drive his hips into her. He wanted to come, but her mighty pelvis was dictating when he would. He looked equally petrified and ready to explode, in equal meassure. 

“Oh, sweetie, look at you,” she cooed, in false baby-talk that still rattled the ground, “You look so, like, scared. Are women scary? Hm? Are we so scary to you?”

Was that a nod? It didn’t have to be. 

“Awww honeyyyyy,” she giggled, “You are scared. I know you are. But that’s okay, that’s okay baby. Because y’know ww-hat? - oh, Jay, yessss - I think you like it when we’re scary.”

When u get scared I want u 7 yrs old again throwing up screaming for mommy

She looked down at him, and reached down behind his back. She pulled him into her, his head against her lower sternum, just between the lower swells of her breasts. His cheek rested against the  smooth, perfect skin of her upper abdomen. Melissa held him there, petted him tenderly as her hips slowly fucked him, moving his smaller body to her whim. Controling herself was hard - just make him come! - but she was trying her best. 

“Are you afraid of me, Jay?" asked Melissa softly, her voice still deep but quieter now. She paused, watching the mind of her man carefully. She knew he had an inkling of her…issues. She knew her mania was not a well-kept secret. When she went into one of her episodes, sometimes things got broken. And he was concerned one was coming. 

Between his feeble little thrusts into her, he tried to deny it, unsure by what she meant by the word: ‘afraid’.

"Are you afraid I’m getting too big, too strong, too quickly?” she clarified, “Because you wouldn’t be the only one that thinks I’m…oh, Jay, this feels so good!…a little much.”

Too big? T-too strong? Too m-much?

“N-no, Melissa, I love it,” he was able to say, “I love you being so much bigger than me.” He grunted, and pushed up into her. “W-we all do…”

"You all do, huh haha?” she purred, now fucking him harder. “That’s perfect, that’s - ooooo ohhh - so good, baby. You all are going to make me a giant.”

“y-y-yes..!”

“Oh, you like that idea?” she growled. 

“y-yes..!”

“Okay well let’s see what we can do…” She slowed her hips. “I think you know what I’m going to say, but I’ll tell you anyway.” Her hips stopped atop him. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to ask. I want you to show me how much you really want this. So go ahead, sweetie…ask me.”

He knew what she was looking for. 

“a-a-ask?”

She didn’t just want him begging. 

“Yes, Jay.”

She wants a prayer.

“P-Please, Melissa!” he enjoined, pathetically ingratiating himself to her graces, “Please please please!”

“That’s right, baby,” she said, now slowly resuming her rhythm into him, “Gimme me your words, your heart. Let me hear how much you need me, how - nnngh, oh! - how deeply you trust in me.”

He swallowed hard, pride be damned. He needed this so badly and he knew what she wanted to hear.  “p-protect me, Melissa, take me…!”

“That's it, Jay, good, let yourself go,” she groaned, letting her hips move more strongly, “You're doing…so good. You’re doing exactly what you were always meant…meant to do.”

“Take me! T-take everything from me!”

“Yes yes yes Jay this is where you belong,”  she urged, looking large, the statue even larger in the distance behind her, “under me, giving yourself up to me…”

“m-may I p-please…?” he’d begun to whine, breathless, shaking and quivering, “may I pl-please-?“

“Can you please come?” she boomed, and pulled her hips up one last time. “Yes, Jay, you may come.”

With that, she gathered her own excitement, paused, and then slammed her hips down onto him, Immediately he released, exploding up into her. She let him ejaculate, try his tiny thrusts up into her massive weight, pulsing pulse pulse several times until finally she began finally to roll her hips again, milking him, working now into her own rhythm to give him his pleasure as she…here it came, there it was…as she…omigod the electricity…as she-

The entire place shook. 

Melissa was coming. 

Melissa was here. 

“RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHH!!!!!”

…

Outside, a flock of nesting birds erupted from the trees. Down in the basement, men looked up from their work. Girls everywhere were shivering.

…

“I LOVE YOU JAY!!!’

…

It was dark, darker than it had been before. She was giggling, holding him, minutes later. “I guess I blew out some of the lights, hm?” 

He nodded, still speechless. 

She placed her cheek on the top of his head and positioned his face to bury it in her upper cleavage while the tension continued to melt away from both their bodies. "That was nice, huh?”

He nodded again. 

“Are you okay?”

Another nod. 

She smiled, and purred. Both naked, the two lovers embraced at the feet of the giant statue. Her warmth was all they needed, even in the chill air, even on the stone of the floor. Still, she asked:

“Are you warm enough?”

He nodded again. 

“Good.”

She hugged him, tightly, to her much larger body. Had she grown bigger, taller, just tonight? She felt it, she felt as if she had. Or maybe he’d shrunk. Maybe it was both. She sighed, and smiled. Everything was perfect, everything was great. She had, right here, everything she ever wanted. She was exactly where she needed to be. 

He’d begun to mouth at her skin. Even after all that, he was still ingratiating himself to her. He was still praying. 

She giggled. “That feels nice, baby,” she purred to him, “go ahead and do more, if it feels good.”

She moved him down, gently, towards a nipple. He opened, and began to suckle. She purred again, and nuzzled him in closer. Her flesh surrounded his nose and mouth; she made sure he had air. He suckled like a baby, and began to make little noises. She clicked her approval, and gently began to stroke his head. 

“Tell me, baby, do you like to suck on my breasts?” she asked, her voice velvet. 

I…I do, he nodded, at her nipple. 

“Good. I like it when you suck too. It feels… special,” she said. She paused, watched him, proudly. “Tell me, am I special to you, Jay?”

You are, he nodded. 

“I'm glad. Because you are too. You´re special to me, Jay,” she said, softly, “It doesn’t matter how many people are working for me, how many girls I have or how many men in the basement.  No matter how big I get, no matter how - whatever - famous. No matter how many people start following me, you’re special, you’re number one. ”

He just sucked on her, feeling warm and loved. 

“Now let’s get you upstairs, get ourselves in bed and you can fall asleep suckling me,” she said, already shifting to begin gathering him in her arms. “I’ll bury you in between them just like I promised. Doesn't that sound nice?”

He nodded. Yes, please. 

Thank you Melissa. 

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thanks to EndlessRain for his permission to use the vidcap from, what I’m being told, is one of his own home-office security feeds. And of course to RiF for his copy edits.