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Growing into the Job, Post 577b: Melissa Returns, p2 (conclusion)

Something in the way she said it - ‘If you still want to hear it’ - brushed against a part of me I didn’t want to examine. A darker corner, the one that should have been screaming at...

Growing into the Job, Post 577a: Melissa Returns, p2

I came back slowly.

At first it was just warmth. A weight on my chest. Then the smell - soft...

Growing into the Job, Post 576: Melissa Returns, p1

As gray as it was, the late-afternoon sky was the slightly-off color the city got after a crisis - too bright, too clear, like everything had been washed in cold water. Or maybe that was jus...

Growing into the Job, Post 575: Intervention, p2

“Ok, ciao,” said Melissa Monroe, Administrative Director of the new Far Horizons Evolution Center, as she continued marching down one of the hallways of the administrative wing. She hu...

Growing into the Job, Post 574: Intervention, p1

Mall di Milano, Afternoon

Inviata Delseno walked two steps behind her bosomy...

Growing into the Job, Post 573: A Quiet House, p3 (Ashleigh Visits)

deep breath, inhaling slowly through the bra-mask, scent flooding my lungs again

Was I just asleep?

floral, warm, electric. Melissa’s sweat, her scent, stirring my fucking co...

Growing into the Job, Post 572: A Quiet House, p2 (Tiger Visits)

My face in her bra, I couldn’t see but I could hear, I could feel.

Not footsteps. Impacts.<...

Growing into the Job, Post 571: A Quiet House, p1

The Valkyrie XX Behemoth eased to a stop, the faint whir of its electric motors dying away into silence in the garage. For a moment, the only sound was the slow click of cooling metal and Melissa�...

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 col...

Growing into the Job, Post 569: In Vivo Once More, p1

The echoes of Melissa's final, orgasmic roar faded into the mist-shrouded woods, leaving a reverent hush, as if the forest itself had bowed in submission. A mighty fir - seventy feet ...

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 a...

Growing into the Job, Post 567: Ex Vivo

“What leaves the womb leaves not the mother’s reach.” -  Psalms of the Bliss, VII:2

The highway opened up like a wound  - black, wet, endless - when I pulled on to it...

Growing into the Job, Post 566: Reverberations

“What is that?” asked the young blonde lab technician “I can feel it in my chest…”

...

Growing into the Job, Post 565: Bombshell

The misty rain had stopped earlier, but the air still hung wet and cold enough to make the asphalt ...

Growing into the Job, Post 564: Bomb Scare news Report

[WGGB CHANNEL 5 ON SCENE - FAR HORIZONS WELLNESS CAMPUS, 11:48 a.m.]
 

The camera jitters a little before stabilizing on Channel 5’s newest reporter, Cassie McClain...

Growing into the Job, Post 563: In Vivo

“A building breathes, swelling with its own creations. Inside, cells multiply. Outside, the world waits to be infected.” -  Psalms of the Bliss, II:7

The stairwell was half-...

Growing into the Job, Post 562: The Tale of Queen Angie, p9

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The alarm went off just as I was finishing ...

Preview Clips for Post 562: Angie!

Everyone's favorite official Office Narcissist is back, and has put this together for you. She knows you'll love it.

Growing into the Job, Post 561: Vulnerable

<JOIN VIDEOCHAT WITH USER: GIANNA ALBERTINI?>

Before I even knew what I was doing, again drawn as if by instinct, I clicked <YES> 2025-11-11 22:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post