The Power Of Breasts
by Zardoz » Sat Dec 09, 2023 11:06 pm
What an evocation of the power of huge breasted women.
GITJ Post 323: A Date with Her Chest, p3
“So that’s my mom’s room…she keeps it closed when she’s not here,” Melissa explained to him, as she carried him in her arms down the upstairs balcony, off of which the sleeping quarters were found. She’d been giving him an ersatz tour, after suggesting they take the rest of the dinner upstairs, so he could ‘really rest’. After climaxing in his pants, Dr. J had become groggy, but with a little encouragement and some – mostly unconscious on her part – modulations in pheromones 0001.55.6677.xc (up) and 0001.55.6022.cd (down), Melissa was able to keep him awake. After popping the top back onto the egg-drop soup she’d next asked him to hold it, and a spoon, and…’oh yeah, in case I have to wipe you’…a single napkin. Then she’d picked him up. She noticed that he took to it – no complaints, and he relaxed more quickly across her arms – much better this time than before. He didn’t mind that she wouldn’t let him walk under his own power and insisted he be carried. Nope, not a peep this time. That made her smile, as she walked him up the sweeping staircase to the open second floor…
They passed by an upstairs bathroom. “I don’t know why that one’s here,” she said, letting him have a glimpse inside the tasteful, modern lav, “every bedroom has its own bathroom, too.” Melissa herself seemed partially amused at the poshness of her mother’s home. From what she’d told him, she’d been raised – she and her sister, who she also never really talked too much about – by a single mom in various states, never with much money to their name. So this place, in its modern, obviously costly grandeur, seemed funny and peculiar to her. She seemed pretty casual about it, though, and he’d already decided not to ask too many questions.
She turned and let him look over the balcony, though, for a moment, down across the great room in which they’d just spent the past half hour or so, and knew he couldn’t help but appreciate the splendor which her mother was now able to afford. As weird and incongruous it was to her upbringing, it did spark a little pride in Melissa knowing that a woman, her mom, could come from so little and accomplish so much. She’d never been an outwardly materialistic girl, Melissa, but sometimes it was nice to have fancy shit.
“The room I moved into up here is pretty nice,” she continued, as they turned into the final bedroom on the upper floor, one of four, total, “It’s just a guest room but it’s got these nice big windows, big closets, an awesome bath…”
The fact that they had just stepped into Melissa’s bedroom, the two of them alone, was not lost on him. Nor was the fact that her windows – yes, big floor-to-ceiling ones – had automatic shades that immediately started closing as soon as they entered. The door, he also noticed, was kicked gently closed behind them, and he immediately realized he was being sealed off from the outside world, by both Melissa and this house.
Lights also slowly came on, automatically illuminating the large bedroom gently. There was a scent in the air, as if Melissa had prepared the room with extra perfume or incense or something, and as she sat him down, with great care, on the side of her big, oversized bed he noticed there was a glass of milk on the side table.
“Is that for me?” he asked, knowing it was rhetorical and nodding over at it. At first he was confused that she had milk, here, waiting for him in the bedroom….but this was Melissa. She had plans.
“Yes!” she giggled, beaming with pride, “I said we’d do our Friday coffee date tonight. So I got this all ready for you, let it warm up here.” Standing over him, aside the bed, she picked up the glass, offered it to him…
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“I have a straw. So all you have to do is suck.”
urk.
“C-can I have that later?” he asked, eyeing the (very full) tumbler of warm milk. His recent climax had settled his mind a bit, allowed him to have a few more wits about himself. But still…the idea of sucking at a glass of warm milk while looking up into the eyes of perhaps the most beautiful, naturally bosomy woman alive did have its own appeal. He was partially disappointed, in fact, that she didn’t insist, and rather set it back on the nightstand.
“Sure!” she chirped, now turning back towards him, putting her hands on her womanly hips, “But don’t think you’re escaping our date night tonight. I’m sorry you messed yourself so early but that’s not going to get you out of it.”
“Haha wow…” he commented, nodding, looking up at her and trying trying trying his best not to be too agoggle at the frankly stupendous curves of this woman. Why would he want to ‘escape’ this? There was so much gorgeousness he didn’t know, exactly, where to look. He could barely see her face over the grand shelf of her bosom, he felt rude just staring at her tits, and it would be too obsequious and weird if he just lowered his gaze and stared at the magnificent set of tan, muscular gams stood before him. Looking away, at anywhere else but her, was of course not even a possibility. “…you obviously have some plans for tonight.”
“Oh my gosh, yes!” she giggled, amused by her own enthusiasm, taking the soup and the spoon and the napkin from him, laying it all on the nightstand, “Tonight I am going to pamper your brains out. I am going to feed you in bed, I am going to cuddle you. We can talk, we can kiss. I am going to shower you with overall love and tenderness allll weekend, twenty-four-seven.”
“A-a-all weekend?” he asked, sounding surprised, “I didn’t-”
“You didn’t bring your toothbrush?” she giggled, and then suddenly – with a single hand to his chest, pushed him back onto the bed, “That’s okay…you can use mine!” At that, leaning over, she swiftly arranged his body on the bed, propping him up on pillows, tucking several of them behind him. She noticed how thin he was, and wondered if he’d be cold. She thought about throwing a blanket over him but nah I’ll warm him up myself.
‘Pampering’? ‘All weekend’? he questioned silently, watching her arrange the bed around herself as she now came to sit, aside where he lay, turned to face him. He hadn’t thought on being here all weekend, and yet seeing her like this, so overwhelmingly beautiful and caring, the prospect of it had its strong appeal. She had one long leg curled up under herself, bulging with smooth female muscle, the other foot still on the floor. She was looking down at him with warm, sparkling eyes full of affection. He hadn’t even planned on spending the night, let alone the whole weekend, but maybe he could be convinced. Or maybe she was just playing. He’d heard, briefly, that she had some plans for Saturday morning.
She, for her part, pressed her point. “You spend your days taking care of others. But you need taking care of too, don’t you?” she asked with matter-of-fact frankness, laying her hands in her bare, prodigious lap, “Maybe when we’re together, when we’re alone, I can take care of you. With my size I feel like I should do that, like I should be the one taking care of you.”
Oh my god. Despite his recent climax, he could feel his enormous cock start to waken again to the promise of being tended to by this Amazon. As it slid down his thigh it brought his attention to the fact that his pants were stained, semen darkening the left leg of his tan khakis. He tried to ignore it and figured he should be as polite as the moment allowed. “You really don’t need to do that, M-”
“Oh shooosh,” she laughed, now coming to lay her hand on his leg, right on the wet spot of goo, pressing his seed into his own thigh. She loved the reaction that brought, how he got so nervous and tried to sit up. She pushed him back down, gently, with her free hand. “Shhh shh shhh…you seem to be enjoying the pampering so far,” she giggled, rubbing his jism into his leg, wetly, squishing it slowly with her palm and fingers, “It’s true! Don’t even try to deny it. You were practically melting in my arms when I carried you up here.”
He had leaned back, again, into the pillows, and moaned as she massaged his leg through his wet pants along with the spent but now slowly thickening member beneath. “Haha seeee..? You like this..!” she cooed, “Yep I am going to pamper you ‘til you can’t see straight…”
Though his lids had fluttered closed, momentarily, he looked back up at her again and went deep into the sparkling green-gold gems that were her eyes. She smiled at him and he watched as she took her hand off his leg, brought it to her face to smell it. She seemed to luxuriate in the musk of his semen, breathing it in, her own eyes now fluttering. After a moment of rapture, she kissed her open palm. His mind, in the meantime, was doing cartwheels.
“Let’s get you some soup,” she chirped.
Remembering himself, watching her begin to tend to his dinner, he sat up a bit straighter and offered to pay for the food.
“Oh, don´t be silly, it´s fine,” she waved, as she removed the top once again from the egg-drop soup, “It´s on me.”
“I… I have no problem, you know, just…” he attempted. He was not very good in these situations, awkward. Beyond that, his bank account was meager, and he realized it actually would put a dent in his finances.
“Jay, listen to me, it´s fine,” she assured him, “I´ll pay, no worries. Besides, I’ll probably eat much more than you.”
“B-but-”
“It´s fine, ok?” she stopped him, still patient.
“Okay,” he capitulated, finally, casting his eyes aside as she used the spoon to stir up the soup.
On the outside, she wore a bland, gentle smile. Internally, she was screaming. She did it. He obeyed her. She’d made him accept the fact that she was paying for dinner. She’d done it before, on their first date, but to her it felt like another huge victory. She felt like they were, in an unspoken way, setting a habit, a norm for the future. She’d talked to Abby about this sort of thing, and it was all going according to plan. He’d start to depend on her for paying for his meals, his food…and then other things. She could make him slowly dependent on her for, haha, so much. And that idea was thrilling to her.
Steam rose from the soup; it always amazed her, how these things stayed so warm. She dipped the spoon, blew on it. He was still murmuring something about thanking her for the food.
“Well, there is one thing you can do, to pay me back for dinner…” she posited, as she pivoted at the waist to him with his first spoonful of soup. Funny, he hadn’t begun to protest this, either, though he obviously knew her intent to spoon-feed him his dinner.
“Payback, huh?” he asked, “What’s that?”
“Let me pretend you’re my little baby son when I feed this to you.”
“Wh-wh-what??” he blurted, perhaps a bit too emphatically.
She laughed, still holding the spoonful of egg-drop soup, waiting to feed it to him. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” she maintained, knowing she’d struck a nerve, “Here we go…open up! Here comes the choo-choo train!”
Before he knew it the spoonful was upon him, his mouth was open, and he was taking the first swallow. Oh my god! he lamented, inwardly, aghast at himself already.
“There you go!” Melissa laughed, having slid the spoon from his mouth and readying it another time, “what a good boy! Now, open up, here it comes again! Choo-choo!”
She continued to laugh, she continued to beam, she continued to feed him soup, talking to him like a child throughout. He, once again, just took it, without protest, without complaining at all – though blushing (in the most adorable way!) to beat the band. But he was learning, he was! They could play like this, and it could be fun. And, she thought: all this mummying? This could be something good for their relationship. Melissa had heard Shanette tell her of some of the things she’d been doing with Scottie Hempsted, who was now her boyfriend. Stuff that made spoon-feeding soup seem like…excuse the pun…child’s play. Some of it sounded crazy but haha hearing Shanette describe what she and Scottie did together made her want to do some of the same with Jay. Some of it, she knew, might be too much for him, right now. He was still sort of fragile, and just learning. But, haha…what if, soon? What if she and Jay could be like Shanette and Scottie? Like, Shanette had gone over to Scottie’s place tonight with a box of children’s books. Or, the story Shanette told her when Melissa saw the box of diapers in her car. Omigod! She’d nearly snorted her Diet Pepsi. Yeah, haha that’d be too much! At least for now.
Eventually, after a lot of soup, Jay looked to be a bit uncomfortable. She had made him eat nearly a whole quart of soup. Well, half of it, at least. “Is someone getting full?” she asked him, still unrelenting with the mommy-mom voice that she was starting to think he actually liked. She smiled at him as he nodded, and then she looked down at the wet spot on his pants, as if seeing it for the first time. Maybe he does need diapers hahaha, she thought to herself.
“Okay then big boy, you did such a good job. Let’s put away your soup,” she said, pivoting once again at her narrow waist to place the soup container back on the rustic-wood nightstand, true to her word, “and get you out of those messy pants.” Once more true to her word she then – in her own dutiful, practiced way – undid, unzipped, and slid him out of his soiled khakis and boxers. Clucking still in her motherly ministrations, she set to cleaning him up with wet wipes, a package of which she also had prepared on the side table.
“Let’s get that clean, and that,” she cooed, “and all that under there….” Moving the wipe to my belly, a bit, she insisted I remove my collared shirt, which I did.
She was certainly ready for this evening – wipes, milk, dinner – he thought with mortified bewilderment. He was also incredulous that his cock was already once-more half-hardening as she ran the moist towelette up its length, polishing away the half-dried residue from before. Soon she had it clean, and his hip, and his thigh. She washed him, with the cool wet-wipe, all the way down both legs until she got to his feet. Cool air washed over him. She stood now down at the foot of the bed, leaned over towards him and tickled his toes with the wet-wipe. She giggled herself, and finally tossed the disposable cloth aside.
“How’s that?” she asked, from the end of the bed. She had one foot of his in each of her hands, and jostled them playfully. “All clean? All better?”
“y-y-yes, thanks…” he answered, voice dying in his throat as he watched her, now, spread his legs wider apart and gently pull him towards her, down the bed. He slid across the soft fabric of her down comforter, head dropping off the pillows and felt, at this point, 100% exposed. He was still in his shirt but totally pantsless. Her smile had became crooked and he saw the hunger in it as she bent over further, glancing for a moment down at his nine-inches of flaccid cock laying heavily up onto his belly. She then looked back up at him and opened her mouth wide.
“Put it in soft. I want to feel it get hard in my mouth,” she said, and before he knew it she was on him. She watched him groan as she – hands still keeping his legs spread – scooped him from tip to base with her lips, inhaling him into her until he filled her mouth with spongy but already-firming cock. She purred, eyes locked on his face, as she felt her wish come true. He was hardening, right there in her jaws, swelling up. Her hands had moved to his knees and with them there she kept his lower body pinned there, gently immobilized. Good thing, because he’d just begun to try to buck. His cock was hard now, fully, and when she moaned around it she knew it wouldn’t be long.
Melissa bobbed her head up and down, in a slowly rocking motion, down into his hips. He was approaching climax quickly, she could tell, and she fully intended to ease him through this one gently. She cupped his sac from below, which brought more moans, but then brought it all, to the root, into her mouth. That’s it, that’s my good boy, she thought, unable to speak her encomium because of all the manhood that was – ooo! Haha! That was quick! – now emptying itself down her throat.
He was groaning, he was moaning, but she knew she’d just made him feel so nice. Was it all the mommy-talk that had turned him on, brought him back so quick from his last climax downstairs? Maybe! Whatever it was, she knew he must be tender so she sucked him off gently, not letting him move a muscle and tire himself out too needlessly. The taste of him was just something so nnnnngh perfect and powerful and even though this was his second offering of the night it still filled her well. She swallowed, and after the last of his pulses she released him.
<thwap> would have been the wet sound of him hitting his own thigh, but instead Melissa brought both hands to bear around his shaft, so she could cradle him gently, balls and all, as she let him slide gently from her mouth. “There you go,” she purred, voice husky with the coating of his seed, “all better.”
“oh god Melissa thank you…” he breathed. He’d been venerating her with thanks the whole time, in fact, muttering little gratitudes while she pleasured him with her mouth.
“No need to thank me, little boy,” she replied, still a bit guttural from his load, as she gently plopped him back onto his belly, giving him one last little pet. Her hands went to her shorts, unbuttoning, and then wiggling them down her hips and thighs to drop them onto the ground. She loved how he watched every jiggle of her womanly body, how entranced he was by her hourglass even after having just spent himself down her throat. She knew this bodysuit – which was built like a one-piece swimsuit, snapped below her bottom to keep it taught and tight over her curvy figure – really accentuated her bustiness. She placed one knee on the bed and spoke to him again, replying to his thanks. “Mommy’s happy to do it,” she said…
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He shivered, he really did, and she saw it, when she called herself ‘Mommy’. He also seemed to like it that her voice sounded deeper. This was more than just teasing, it was plain to see, more than just a little game from her. She put her other leg up on the bed, straddling his smaller body now with her huge, woman-muscle legs. Her hands she placed down beside him, and as she started to crawl up into the bed, starting down at base of it near his feet she began to speak to him again, keeping her voice low and thick. “I’m going to smother you with all the love I have tonight, baby,” she said, as she slowly, so slowly began to crawl up towards him, “I’ll cradle you, I’ll make you feel comfortable. You’ve been such a good boy for me and I want to reward you with allll my affection.” He was shivering, again, under her, and she did her best to keep her biggest, jungle-cat smile at bay. He needed coddling, he needed tenderness and love. “I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby?” she purred, and as she came closer, her face nearly over his, she saw his eyes fluttering. As much as she was turning him on again, she was in danger of losing him to sleep. She knew, with her perfumes, she could do something.
“Do you want me to put you to sleep, after a long, hard day, baby?” she purred, looking down at him where he lay flat, on the mattress, “After a long, harrrrrd week?” She was on all fours above him, and to any observer she’d appear three-times his size. He was gazing up, into her face longingly but with the exhaustion of a man who’d just climaxed two times and, over the past few months, had had his world pulled out from under him. “Or do you want to snuggle some with me?”
With his eyes all rheumy, half-lidded, she had a little trouble reading his thoughts. But, haha, she wanted to snuggle, and she really thought he would too, so she consciously adjusted pheromones 0001.55.6677.xc (alert), 0001.55.6009.xx (arouse) and 0001.55.6012.xx (erect). He’d be more fun that way.
She watched the change in his eyes – maybe feeling a little bad manipulating him like this, but she did it out of love, right? – and let her smile grow a bit. Her big breasts were swelling out from her top and – though bound tightly – pendulated over him as she spoke. “Therrrrrrre we go, that’s better, right?” she cooed, wondering for just a second if he ever felt confused when she played with his states of arousal like this. It was just for a moment, though, as whatever concerns she had flitted away when his smile came back, like a pleasantly soused sailor, or milk-drunken toddler. She giggled, and then dropped herself aside him, on his right, to relax in bed with him.
With her weight, he bounced up off the bed an actual inch or two before coming back again. That made her giggle, his cute little ‘whoah!’ Boys and men had always been silly to her, she’d always treated them, in lots of ways, like things to be played with. She was taught, taught to think and be this way by her mother and those around her as she grew and developed. Her sister had had an easy time with it, and up until just recently, Melissa had also. ‘Boys were toys’, was something told to her from an early age. But, now, she could feel something changing. She was actually falling in love with this man, more every day, and felt a strange depth to her emotions that she never knew was there, like a deep wonderful cave full of gems and hidden treasure that had been hidden underground, right under her feet this whole time. There were people telling her that this was a weakness, feeling this strongly for another person. They told her that it was confusing her, and it was distracting her from her goals and bigger purpose. But right now she didn’t give a poop. Love was awesome!
She propped herself up on some pillows and pulled him up, turning him towards her off the mattress, to lay his head on her chest.
“How’s that?” she asked, and looked down with pride as her little boyfriend’s face squished into her big left breast. He seemed a little surprised, eyes goggling down at it. “Shhhh it’s okay. I’m your lady. You can rest your head on my chest anytime you want,” she cooed to him, shifting her arms around him to hug him more firmly to herself, “You don’t even have to ask. Mmmm <giggle!> There we go. There…aren’t my pillows the perfect size and softness for you? I’m perfectly made for you. Isn’t this just perfect? Don’t you want this every single night? Wouldn’t it be awesome if I could put you to sleep like this every night?”
Melissa was obviously giddy, having fallen quickly into serious full-on snuggle mode, aggressively cuddly. It had caught him a little off-guard, but the aroma of her perfumes was intoxicating. ‘I d-d-don’t know if I really need…”
“Shh shh shh…You don’t even know what you really need,” she giggled, “but you’re irresistible and I can’t help it – you’re too cute! You make every girl want to just squish you!”
He lay there, quiet, unanswering, his sallow cheek against her healthy left breast, partially skin-to-skin, partially his skin to the stretchy fabric of her top. He had become pensive, she could feel, thoughtful. After a long moment of letting him rest and think, she asked him what was wrong.
“I…” he began trying to find the right words to relate what he was feeling. Girls did want to squish him. He was getting irresistible. But…why?? Why?? He thought he knew why, and he needed to express himself. “I don’t want to get any smaller, Melissa…”
From her, that brought a deep, solicitous sound, a thick purr of a moan that started in her chest but then blossomed to cover him like a blanket. “Honeyyyyy…” she began, “I´m so, so sorry about what’s happening, that you have some illness, baby.” She was telling him this, knowing he needed to hear it, knowing it was the right thing to say even if her deepest passions made her feel the opposite. She wanted to help him see the positives, to embrace the changes in both of them, but she knew it must be hard. Baby steps, she thought, we’ll get there. “But I hope it makes you feel better to hear that you´re still really, really handsome…”
He understood this, he did. Women, these days, liked their men needy, incompetent, dependent. They found it cute, adorable. It was in fashion for them to be the breadwinners, the strong ones. After so many centuries of just the opposite, of women playing second fiddle, they deserved it. So part of him was okay with feeling as if she now thought he was weak and inferior, emotionally addicted to her, or that he couldn´t look after himself.
“It’s hard, huh? Letting go of everything you’ve been taught, as a guy?” she said, gently, “But hey, I don’t mind taking care of you. When you need it, when you’re exhausted, and tired, I’ll be here.” She pet his head, stroking him. “I’ll look over you, I’ll let you rest. I’ll hold you, cuddle you in my arms. Just know that…if I squeeze you too tight? It’s your fault <giggle!> for being so cute!”
He realized that this – all of this – would have normally made him mad, months ago. But – in meeting Melissa, in being surrounded by all these girls, in what’s happened to his marriage and his business and his life – things have changed. He was slowly becoming ready to accept a diminished new role in life, in society, especially if he had Melissa around. I mean…god, look at those tits! He just took a deep breath, and settled his head more comfortably onto the big, soft pillow of her breast. He thought to himself that he could be overthinking the whole matter…
Melissa, though she felt him relaxing into the comfort of her body, understood he had feelings that they should work through. And here, in her bed, just the two of them all alone, nice and warm with all the time in the world…this was the time to do it.
“I love you so much, Jay, and I worry about you,” she began, talking gently to him, “Like, seeing that news clip, that interview earlier. What if you saw it and you weren’t here, with me? What if you were alone and got scared?”
He didn’t reply, laying against her chest, but felt himself wrap his left arm a little more tightly around her lower torso.
“See? See honey? I know that would scare you, and I can’t have that,” she said, sounding earnest and concerned, “I…I need to have you with me more. I need to protect you, be around you.”
“What, like…carry me all day?” he asked, hoping he sounded like he was joking.
She lay there, still petting his head tenderly, and smiled, gave him a giggle. “Sure! Maybe I need to fit you into my purse haha, carry you around with me like that?” she joked now herself. She didn’t want to make him anxious, or worried. She just wanted him to realize how much he needed her. So joking was okay. “If I could put you in my purse I could keep my good boy around me all the time. Would you like that? To live in with my lipsticks and tissues?” She giggled, and jostled him a little on her bosom.
He shivered, and goddammit felt himself hardening again. Oh my god did she know what she was doing to him??
“I want to make sure you’re safe, make sure you’re happy. I want to see your smile every day,” she said, feeling his response to her against her left thigh, “I want to keep you in my purse, or put you in a little locket around my neck. My good, good boy, with me all the time…”
He moaned a little. Into her tit, but she felt it deeper inside. He wanted this too.
“I like saying ‘good boy’ because I can feel the shiver you get every time I do,” she said, plainly but patiently, “right, good boy? Do you get a little trembley, when I call you that? Hm? Yes?”
“Y-y-yes…” he admitted, into her boob.
“So you like it, hm?” she chuckled, sweetly, the jiggles of her breast feeling nice against his face. She knew he probably liked watching them too, up close. “Good boy…such a good boy. My good boy…”
Though she could feel his heartbeat starting to quicken, his dick hardening again against her leg, she knew he was still anxious, balking a little about needing to be so coddled and protected, She needed him to slowly change his mind about that, show him how right a thing to do it was for her. She didn’t want to scare him, but she wanted him to understand the reality of his situation.
She asked him to talk about Sheryl a little, which he was reticent to do. It was embarrassing, of course, emasculating, and she listened as he skirted around some of the real issues. But she knew it needed to be discussed. “So, she was really the head of the household, hm?” she asked. after a little prodding had gotten him to admit how Sheryl, his now ex-wife, used to support him, “I know, that’s hard. No man really wants to accept that they can’t provide as much as a woman, or take care of themselves.” She felt him squirming, his skin crawling. He was humiliated by how dependent he’d gotten on Sheryl, and that was when he lived with her, was married to her. Now she supplied his monthly allowance, his living quarters, even his job. That was even more emasculating.
She began to talk to him about Vida, about Karen, about Morgan and the other providers that they were soon to be bringing into the practice. For good reason she didn’t even want to mention Olivia. “Does that frighten you?” she asked, tilting her head and looking down at him with curiosity, “To imagine them as the new heads of the household in, like, the office? That they could take over your daddy status, billing more, making more money, bringing home the bacon? Does it make you scared seeing them filling your shoes, even outgrowing them?”
“I..I…” he stammered, though he didn’t know what to say. It was happening, he knew it. He was more and more useless at that place every day. When the new wing opened up, and all the new clinics came on line, would they really need him at all, seeing his little old men while they all provided services for this new world of women? Because that’s what they were going to be doing, right? Eclipsing him and the old ways while wearing their high heels and big, brilliant smiles?
“I know it’s a lot to take, and you feel scared. But you have me, and I’ll take care of you,” Melissa reassured him. She was keeping her voice low, in check, soothing him as much as she could. But she was not incognizant of how much he’d curled into her, unconsciously, as they laid her and talked. He was clinging to her, for warmth and safety, and it made her heart soar and haha want to scream. She realized how quiet he’d become. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?” she asked.
He took a moment to reflect, to try to put into words what he’d been feeling, and seeing, these past couple months. “Women are, just, like, getting…a little overwhelming,” he finally admitted, eyes still fixed where they’d been, on the breast he realized had far outgrown his head.
“Overwhelming hm?” Melissa asked, looking down at him and yes, also comparing the size of his head to her left breast. She dwarfed him already, she thought proudly.
“To, uh..men,” he answered, “It’s all this media, maybe…just making us feel confused?”
“Maybe,” she offered, listening to him as he tried to make sense of it all to himself, “But we need to talk about what’s really wrong. Not just about being dependent on Sheryl, or Vida or Karen. How do you feel about how the girls are having their way with you, hm? Or what that young girl from Minnesota did to you in clinic? Or even how sometimes what I do to you? You came in your pants downstairs and I barely showed you my nipple.”
He was shivering, again.
“Do you see how fragile you are? How easy you are to manipulate, or control? What women can do to you if they want?” she said, plainly. She knew she was being frank, maybe even harsh, but this talk was necessary. She felt him responding, gathering his thoughts, and knew she was having an impact.
Finally he spoke.
“I know,” he said, a new clarity to his voice, like he had just found something inside himself, “I’ve been this way all my life with women, really. I accept it, and I’m glad you see it.” He was resolved, now, and felt himself opening. “I’ve been overwhelmed by women since I can remember, controlled by them, really,” he continued, “but there’s been no other woman like you, though, Melissa. Most women aren’t like you. You’re warm and loving and understanding and patient. I realize other women soon are not going to be as tolerant or forgiving or gentle, and they’re everywhere. I see them at work, I see them on the news, I see them in the government. They are everywhere now. But you’re here, and I…I want to be with you, Melissa. I need you with me. I…I think I love you.”
Fireworks. Stars. Supernovas and new, glorious light. The synapses that sparked to life in her brain brought an overwhelming storm of emotion and new mutations, a sensation so gripping that she audibly gasped, and felt her vision explode and then go dark as night.
“OH MY GOD JAY!” she sang, as the world became suddenly something different, as it became something even more beautiful. A flower opening up. It was a world where they’d be together, she knew now for certain, forever. She wanted, no she needed, to show him how happy he’d just made her. In an instant she had him, she’d rolled him over onto his back and mounted him, astride his hips. “I love you too!!” she cried, as she grabbed his face between her hands and leaned down to kiss him so hard he felt his head would explode. She was half-lifting him right off the mattress.
“nnNNNnngghhh…!” he moaned into their kiss, eyes wide and suddenly fearful she’d rip his head clear from his shoulders if she moved too fast in her passion. But the kiss was heavenly, so huge and all-consuming that he couldn’t help but dissolve into it, and let her have her way. He trusted her, now, he’d given his heart to her and knew she’d keep him safe.
Needing air, she finally broke the kiss, but still held his face in her hands. She’d never felt this way in her life, never. She looked deep into his eyes and wanted to make sure he heard her every word. “I am yours, baby,” she said, breathless, “Every big, crazy, busty inch of me. Every hair on my head and bone in my body loves you like no one has ever loved anything else. I am going to love you until the day I die, until the stars fall down. Our love is just going to get bigger and bigger and bigger. So big honey that it’ll be bigger than anything else, ever…”
He looked up, into her eyes, and for a brief moment saw the changes happening. Her life, her body, her very mind and soul were repurposing themselves for him. He’d admitted his love for her, and she was becoming a new woman, again. It scared him a little, and of course he had no real understanding of what was really going on in her eldritch-enhanced genome, in her manipulated chromosomes, her suger-phosphate backbones and nitrogenous bases. But the excitement that was just about to burst from her magnificent body made him smile and start to laugh. Seeing her happy was a miraculous thing.
“Melissa, I love you,” he repeated, and watched her start to glow anew, “I really, really do.”
“We are going to be the two most in-love people in the world..!” she gushed, recognizing familiar feelings threaten to overtake her, her heart racing, her temples throbbing and face flushing. But she was stronger, now that he’d said this. He’d just made her stronger. She was not going to freak out. “We are going to bond, honey, and get so close,..”
Unable to contain herself completely though, she started kissing his forehead, over and over, knowing she was giving him nice view down her top, into her cleavage. She gently began to lower his head and shoulders back down, onto a pillow, continuing to anoint him with her flurry of affection. Her own weight followed, squishing her breasts down into his chest a little. She could feel his eyes on them, and swelled them proudly for him with a deep breath.
“I’m going to make love to you tonight, Jay,” she said, slowly sliding upwards, dragging her bustiness up towards him so he could breathe the perfume from her skin, “I’m going to show you how much I love you.” She felt his face settling in between her big breasts, felt his little whines. He’d come for her two times already tonight and she needed to do nothing with her pheromones to make him ready again; he was there already, hard as a rock against her hip. She reached down, hand sliding between them and between her legs and undid the snaps of her bodysuit. She pulled it away from her already gushing wetness. OH MY GOD she wanted him RIGHT NOW.
Breathe, Missy Monroe, breathe. She remembered Abby’s words, what he needed from her tonight.
“You want it gentle?” she purred to him, slowly rising up off of him, bringing her big breasts up above him, “I’m going to show you how gentle I can be. How soft and gentle and nice I can make everything.”
For his part, he was agog. This was a monumentous moment, more emotion and happiness than he was used to. He was drunk on her and wanted, now, to be fucked so bad.
“You’re going to get it exactly the way you want it, baby,” she continued, watching him stare up into the breasts she’d poised right over his face, “Tell me what you like and I’ll give it to you. Anything. I’ll do anything for you.”
“I…I want to see them,” he answered, voice tremulous but sure. He’d never been so bold, certainly not with her, but this moment was not one for caution. “Can I see your breasts?”
She smiled. She sat up, above him, hand already moving to lower the strap of her bodysuit, sliding her arm up through it on the left. “Oh, honey, oh Jay,” she beamed, basking in the enraptured, ultra-focused gaze with which he was now staring up at her, “I’ve been waiting so long to give you these tits, show you how soft I can make your life.” Left arm free, she now slid her right arm up through its strap. It was now just the majestic swell of her mighty chest that held her top to her. Already she had started to rock her hips over him, sliding her wetness all over him, and even just that motion sent jiggles and waves through her abundance. She allowed him a moment, to look at her this way, and prepare himself.
Slowly began to peel down her top.
His eyes went wide, wider than they had ever been before, like he needed them to be bigger to truly take in how massive she was. It felt like something magnetic was holding his vision to Melissa’s breasts. She took her time, rolling the neckline of her bodysuit down, down over her upper swell, down over areolae. She saw him gasp, and she giggled a little when her big brown nipples popped free. This time he did not come, immediately. “Good boy,” she lauded, smiling beatifically down at her captivated boyfriend as she slid her top further down her breasts. Without thought he tried to pull upwards and forward as her massive tit was exposed, but she tsk tsk’d him in a little scold. “No no no,” she directed, one hand gently on his chest to press him back to the pillow, the other pulling her bodysuit now fully down below her bosom, “you stay there.” It had taken him a moment to notice how engorged her nipples were already, and he was staring like a man possessed. Or a hungry little boy, she smiled.
Bosom now on full display, she reached down and cupped his cheek gently with one hand. She let him look, let him stare, let him take in the enormous spectacle of her huge fucking breasts. She’d let boys see her before, and had expected his reaction. But she’d never been nearly this huge, and she now saw just how hypnotized and overcome she’d made him. She recognized the look on his face, the gaping mouth, the glazed-over eyes, but there was something else in the tremors that twitched around his eyes, and shivered his jaw. He looked worshipful, like he was staring up into the face of God…
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“I love how you want me,” she finally said, her voice deep and warm with the love she felt for this man below her, “It’s in your eyes, it’s making you shake.” She felt her nipples hardening, even more, the cooler air of the room and his fixed stare exciting then. “I can see how much love you have,” she continued, and reached down to grasp him. He was hard, nine-plus inches of solid cock, and she lifted her hips for a moment to put him at her lips. Slowly, gradually, she lowered herself tightly back down into him. She heard him gasp – though maybe that was her, too – but he did not come. Good. Good boy. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was incredible. She did not move, or begin to undulate, as she knew he could not last. Instead, she just talked to him.
“Is that soft? Do you like it soft?” she asked, “I want to please you, baby, I just really want to please you. I want to make you so happy. I want to give you good things. I like you, I really like you a lot. I like you so much and I want to make you happy. So we’re gonna take it real slow, okay?”
“o-o-okay…”
She smiled, loving how he listened. “I see you staring at me, baby, you’re looking at my breasts,” she purred, “What are you thinking?”
Melissa, at work, mostly dressed semi-modestly. But even from her first day on the job, even in her most professional attire, she would still tease. At other times, maybe out of the office when she dressed to accentuate and show off, she didn’t just tempt the stolen glances of others but expected them. She figured they would look, sometimes stare; she’d be surprised if they didn’t. This, here tonight with him, gloriously bare-breasted, was a whole different thing entirely. She knew the power of her chest, how the world just came to revolve around her when she revealed them, drawing all attention in with their gravity. Naked, her tits made men tremble, and they all seemed to shrink when in the room with them. He now looked absolutely tiny below her, and it made her want to scream.
“Tell me baby…” she breathed.
He took a deep breath, and goggled again up at her mighty tits as she drew back her shoulders, inhaled to swell her lungs. It was hard to think with Melissa’s breasts seeming to occupy all the space in the room, consume all light, take all the air from his chest. It was also hard not to come, right there, unbidden up into her. She fit him like a glove, perfectly tight, and her breasts were perfect in their astounding size, perfect in their melon-like shape, perfect under their smoothly taut, velvety skin. She was still on top of him, cowgirl, with her bunched-up bodysuit dropped around her waist and onto her hips. He was staring gape jawed, barely noticing how much she was gushing onto him from between her legs and waiting patiently for him to be able to speak, have the control so she could start to fuck. He marveled at her mass and the strength of the suspensory ligaments that supported, shaped and contoured her breasts. It was amazing, how little she sagged, even at her great size.
“You’re wondering why I even have to wear a bra, hm?” she eventually spoke, as if reading his mind. She gripped him down below, held him tight with the muscles of her inner walls.
“Yeah it’s incredible,” he finally managed, “Your build is…incredible.”
She giggled, and put her hands down onto his chest, bringing her arms to swell her tits up between them. “They do stay up and firm really well,” she admitted, with some admiration herself as she looked down at them, “But I do need a bra still. For one thing, everyone would know how excited they get when I’m around you, if I don’t have a bra on.“ With another giggle she willed her nipples even harder, even bigger, and watched his face as he pictured them poking through even the thickest of sweaters. Her nipples were big, “But especially, like, if I’m out running,” she continued, “or on the treadmill or something. If I move too much they still do this…”
At that, she jostled her breasts back and forth with her shoulders and holy crap. Burgeoning up between her elbows, the motion was an ocean.
Nnngh. She giggled as he moaned, and struggled to control himself. He was fighting back climax, that much she could tell.
“Oh, you like to see me jiggle, hm?” she asked, allowing herself a grin of mischief. She jiggled herself some more, making him moan for her. Boy! she thought, He really likes tits!
“Imagine if I had you in there,” she asked, now feeling she could make him come inside without even moving on him, by just speaking to him and showing off her tits. She should be careful but this was so fun! “Imagine if I put your face your head your whole body in my cleavage, and I jiggled like this?”
At that, she really put some effort into shaking her shoulders, creating wave after wave after wave of undulations and rolls, a roiling sea of she. “Imagine what that’d be like in there, your whole world in the waves I make, like a big warm ocean of…<giggle!> me!”
Unh unh unh he was groaning. Omigod he’s going to come! She clamped down on his cock with her pelvic floor, wanting of course for him to have his pleasure but not just yet!
“Now what are you thinking?” she asked, as she watched him gain some control of himself. She loved having this man, this man she loved, where she had him, totally at the mercy of her body. It gave her such pleasure that she could bring him such pleasure. She wanted it to be the best that it could be. She could still feel little ripples through her breasts, and knew he was having a hard time not staring at them. She hugged them together a bit tighter, maybe that’d help things settle.
“I’m…I’m not sure…” he said, when he could. He was being honest, he was confused. What did he want, out of a new life with Melissa, in this new world? What she was describing? He wanted to live, to love, to still be strong in his own way but he knew he wanted to be closer to it, to embrace it, to make real what she was suggesting, even if it was just in the most abstract way. The thought of her getting what she wanted? To surround him with love, protect him from the outside world? It made him tingle all over, and he knew the thought of it was what she wanted more than anything. “…but I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he finally said.
Suddenly she tossed her head back in ecstasy, her hair flying like a huge mane above her, thrown behind her shoulders and now exposing her bosom absolutely in full. “Oh my GOD Jay!” she all but screamed, huge breasts bouncing up and down in an earthquake. The way Melissa squirmed, tensed and thrust her huge, powerful hips into him caught him by surprise, as did how her trapezius muscles flared and her thighs gushed over him. “Holy fuck I can’t wait to be a whole world,” she cried, “I can’t wait to be your protector…” She started to bounce on him, fucking him with her hips. “Your superhero. your lover…” She ground her teeth, fully steaming towards climax herself, grunting. “I’ll be your mommy, I’ll be anything you want, baby,” she gushed, “Everything you need.”
‘Holy shit’, his mind reeled, flabbergasted and not realizing he was actually speaking aloud, ‘holy shit holy shit holy shit’
She knew tonight was supposed to be gentle, she knew she needed to make him feel safe. But holy god in heaven she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. SHE LOVED HIM and now she knew HE LOVED HER and she was going to SHOW HIM how fucking MUCH. He liked it when she called him ‘good boy’? He shivered and swore when she called herself ‘Mommy’? OH GOD this was TOO MUCH!
With her now tossing her head, above him, throwing her huge raven mane back and forth, he did all he could to hold on a little longer. He watched as she suddenly stopped, looked over to the side table and reached her hand out to dip an index finger in the glass of warm milk. She brought it, then, still dripping, to his mouth.
“Suck, baby,” she said, and at first he hesitated to open his mouth.
“C’mon,” she implored, pushing the finger to his lips and rolling her hips into him once more, using her inner muscles to massage him, squeeze him, completely control and heighten his pleasure, “Take the milk from mommy’s fingers. Take my milk. Take mommy’s milk.”
He had no recourse, he had no choice. Every fiber in his being and every ounce of her will forced him to open his mouth, and when she slid it inside he began to suckle from her finger. The taste of milk was on it, and he when he looked up at her he was so struck by her utter, transcendent beauty that his climax came, striking him like a cannonball to the belly.
“Good boy, good boy, good baby,” she moaned, as her own climax began to crest, as she pulled her finger from his mouth and shoved a nipple into it. Her breast squashed into his face. “Come for me! Come for me now, come for Melissa, come for Mommy!”
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OH
MY
GOD!!
Source: (16) The Power Of Breasts – Onania Masturbator Forum