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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 just her vision, which had been improving, letting her see details other people couldn’t.  Melis...

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 hung up on her conversation with Lucia, pleased with how the ‘Boss-Girl-to-Boss-Girl’ conversation...

Growing into the Job, Post 574: Intervention, p1

Mall di Milano, Afternoon

Inviata Delseno walked two steps behind her bosomy boss, as was tradition. Her arms were overloaded with a tablet, a makeup kit, a boxed pair of heels...

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 cock despite everything.

What the hell is happening?!?

The silence dragged, heavy...

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.

Bare soles hitting wood with a soft boom that seemed to rise up through the frame of the bed a...

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’s own breath - deep, measured, the way she’d trained herself to breathe when she needed to keep f...

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

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

Meliss...

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 of ancient trunk - lay toppled like a fallen titan, its splintered stump jagged and steaming where h...

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, Admini...

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 maybe an hour ago. I was fleeing Far Horizons and the women who now seemed so dangerous - Cici, Gia...

Growing into the Job, Post 566: Reverberations

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

“It’s just HVAC feedback,” muttered the darker haired tech, Marcia.

The hum of Evolutio...

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 shine. Steam rose from the storm drains. The flashing reds and blues of emergency lights reflected i...

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, teetering on her three-inch heels in front of the wide glass façade of a large office building. S...

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-dark, half-red. Each pulse of the alarm light carved the steps into stuttering slices - down, down, ...

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

<BWAAAAH-BWAAAAH-BWAAAAH>

The alarm went off just as I was finishing the last spritzes of perfume, sitting at my desk. Wrists, yes. Neck, of course. Tits? Abso-fucking-l...

Preview Clips for Post 562: Angie!

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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> and…

A video chat window - some feature embedded in the EHR - sprang to life wit...

Growing into the Job, Post 560: An Interlude in the Atrium

The atrium of the Far Horizons Evolution Center always made Jerry Miller feel small.

Small not just in the way any man might feel small here, standing beneath forty feet of carved stone amalgam...

Growing into the Job, Post 559: Vulnerable, Prelude

As soon as I stepped in, it felt so...big. 

Melissa’s office was everything the modern woman could want: contemporary, spacious, and well-appointed with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. A symbol of success and status. The walls were all white, as if the whole room had been scrub...

Growing into the Job, Post 558: Released to the Wild, p2

Out in the parking lot I was waiting with the girls when the giggles and chatting inside the SUV were broken by the sound of the driver’s side door opening. It pulled all our attention to Josie, leaning inside, her movements smooth. She passed one pinkly colorful, oversized icy drink to Lakshmi...

Growing into the Job, Post 557: Released to the Wild, p1

"Two MegaPink chillers, a latte and a black coffee. That's twenty-one seventy-nine," the barista at the coffee shop smiled as she read the register display. "How would you like to-" 

Josie was already holding out two crisp bills. 

"Cool trick!" exclaimed the girl behind the ...

Growing into the Job, Post 556: Awakening Again

“Can I come in? It’s lonely out there.”

“Fine, just don’t snore.”

“Thanks Randi. Scootch over, Doctor…”

I’d heard that at around 1am, then the extra weight in the bed:

Aubrey.

Then, an hour later.

“Can I come in too?”

Josie, with L...

GITJ Post 555: A Wakening, Epilogue - by Stewy

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Alright alright alright - we here at theBasic offices have been chomping at the bits they have set up for us at our workstations, anticipating the day we'd be able to release this one. Stewy, an author of some seminal wor...

Growing into the Job, Post 555: A Wakening, Epilogue - by Stewy

Alright alright alright - we here at theBasic o

Growing into the Job, Post 554:

 Hey honey are you still awake?

 Sure what's up.

 I was thinking of making an appointment at the new medical center that just opened up, in the city. It's called Far Horizo...