GITJ Post 324: A Date with Her Chest, Epilogue

“Jay….” came a soft, singsong voice, rousing me from slumber and into a dream. I knew it was morning, and I knew I’d been sound asleep. For a long, long while...

“Jayyyyy…”

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in bed alone. Melissa lay on her side next to me. She was staring at me with a dreamy smile and watched as my eyes immediately drifted down, pulled by the gravity of her big breasts, one atop the other and forming a vast amount of cleavage in a brief black bra. I blinked several times, as if still a bit asleep and barely believing what I saw. Those tits! They looked more enormous than ever, and she’d obviously posed to accentuate their size and softness, right in front of my waking eyes. Immediately I began to get hard. She was so beautiful,  bathed in the gentle morning light that came filtered through honeycomb shades and gauzy curtains, and her skin was perfect, perfectly smooth, her cleavage more than deeply inviting. Warmth poured from her; I could feel it as strongly as I could the magnetism of her chest, a bountiful bosom that seemed to want to draw me in on this quiet, sunlit morning and smother me in peace. It was a good long moment before she spoke.

"Good morning, sleepyhead,” she finally purred, as I slowly woke up, “Enjoying the view?"

Bashfully I closed my eyes, just now really realizing I’d been staring this whole time, as I’d been coming back to life.

“It’s okay, open up,” she giggled, and as I did I watched her roll a bit towards me, her left breast now squashing voluminously into the mattress, her right arm and shoulder pressing both her huge boobs together to bulge like big balloons.

urk. “oh my god,” I peeped, bringing another giggle from her.

She was so big and so tall that with her proportions it was a dramatic sight. I felt their mass occupying most of the morning, their weight pressed into the mattress aside me. “They’re hard to ignore. I don’t mind if you look,” she said, with easy tolerance as my eyes settled once again between her knockers, “Did you sleep well?”

As she and I had become more comfortable around one another, I did less and less to hide my amazement at her figure. Any prevarication that I wasn’t utterly mindblown by her body was lost in the wake of our love affair. We had gotten, apparently, beyond me having to have any sense of propriety. This was,  by god, the woman who was calling herself ‘Mommy’ in bed with me last night and to my chagrin I’d eaten it up like a starvling. How did I even try to salvage dignity from here? Once again: urk.

“Well, I don't know if I've ever slept so good in my life,” she answered herself, reaching out with her right hand to stroke my face tenderly, “I woke up so, like, completely refreshed and rejuvenated. I normally don’t sleep much, but last night I felt like I slept for a year.” Her eyes glittered with deep, satisfied affection. “And I think I know why…”

Melissa allowed herself a mischievous little smile, and I couldn’t hide mine either. She’d rocked my world last night - three times! And the look on her face made it clear that she’d enjoyed herself too, immensely.

“I…I slept well too, I think,” I said, starting to notice details. Her makeup had been done fresh this morning, her hair. She wore a bracelet, earrings…and this bra. When I passed out under her last night she’d been basically naked, and I had, too. Now it was just me. She’d been awake and out of bed for a while, obviously.

“Well good,” she smiled, pleased, “I’m glad you slept. I’m sorry but I had to wake you up, to see you.” She saw the questions start to come to life on my face. “I just wanted to talk to you about things before I left. But you can relax, you can close your eyes again if you want and just listen,” she said, “Or you can keep them open, if you like. Look at me, look at my body. I don’t mind. Relax…” Her hand had drifted down to my left shoulder, began idly stroking my arm.

“You look nice,” I complimented, choosing option number two and letting my eyes drift down again to her bulging breasts, where they got stuck. I caught myself, after a moment, and looked back at her face.  “You’re going somewhere?”

Yes, she told me, she’d been getting ready already. She had a meeting at a TV station downtown. Apparently one of the local channels was going to be doing a piece on the grand opening of the new office wings and they wanted to do a pre-interview. With her.

“I’m kinda going to be late already,” she said, biting her lip in some embarrassment. She’d taken my hand, and began playing with the fingers of my left hand with those of her right.

“Yeah huh,” I answered, my greedy ass already half-disappointed that I wouldn’t be spending the morning in bed with her. Of course I couldn’t say that; that’d sound needy. We’d clasped fingers, now, were holding hands. “I maybe should get home.”

“Oh sweetie so…I don’t have time to drive you home,” she apologized, “But I’ll have someone come pick you up and get you back? Is that okay?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” I replied, recognizing my helplessness. The twinge of my pride, though, was not as strong as it might have been a week ago. I got a gentle whiff of her perfume; man, it’s so lovely.

“I could text Josie now,” she continued, “Is a half-hour enough time for you or do you want to nap more?”

Suddenly I was, actually, feeling a little groggy again. Or maybe just really relaxed. Compared to the meager little bed I had in my apartment her sheets were so soft, everything so comfortable. There was no rush for me, right? What did I have at home to do, anyway? “I could sleep some more?” I answered.

She smiled, apparently pleased. “Omigod you’re adorable. Okay well when you get up just text me,” she said, “and I’ll get in touch with Josie. Your clothes are in the dryer, should be done soon.”

“You did my laundry?” Our hands still played together, casually.

“Mmmmm hm,” she answered proudly, “Anytime you come over you should bring it, your laundry. I’ll do it for you. I know it’s tough to do, no machine at the office yet.”

That would make life easier. “You wouldn’t mind?” And what did she mean by ‘yet’?

She giggled again. “No, I don’t mind you making yourself even more dependent on me.”

“uh, c’mon M-”

“Hey! I didn't say you could have your hand back yet!” she playfully scolded as I’d tried to unlock our fingers, “It's mine." At that she wriggled closer, causing my cock to surge. Good god, down boy! Didn’t you have enough last night? She’d maintained a good grasp of my hand.

I shook myself back, and laughed a little at her joke.

“What're you laughing at, shorty?" she giggled, our faces now just inches apart.

“You don't own my hand, ma’am," I smirked, a playful twinkle in my eye. I was proud at myself for not bristling at the casual diatribe about my height.

“I do now!" she stated, sticking her tongue out at me and suddenly placing my hand, palm and fingers, onto the bounteous bulge of her right breast. I quivered, feeling the softness of her skin and firmness of her swelled-out bust. She held it there, possessively, using her own hand to make me squeeze her intumescent flesh a bit.

“Okay okay, oh my god yes,” I chuckled, my own hand nearly lost between her larger one and her bosom.  Some thoughts were definitely going through my head, how proprietorial she was becoming with me…but I chose to ignore them. Especially when, after a short moment, she brought herself closer to my face, gently placing a kiss on my forehead - treating me to a truly spectacular view of her breasts - before then kissing me on the lips.

Oh jeez this never gets old. She’d brushed her teeth already.

“Now, we’ve decided you need me,” she said, after breaking our first morning smooch, “You need me to protect you.”

Yes yes yes, I remember, I remembered. We’d talked about a lot last night. I began to try to speak, but was stopped mid-blurt.

“It’s okay, Jay, depending on me for things,” she said, a bit pensively, “I know you’re trying to be cool about all this, but you don’t have to pretend around me. I know the elections made you feel upset and confused, and then there’s this whole shrinking thing…”

I tried, again, to speak. I wasn’t ‘shrinking’, I was just-

“I mean, you’re getting so adorable but it makes me feel nervous for you too, just seeing you getting smaller and smaller every day…” she continued, and I felt my brows furrow.

For real?

“...but I want you to know that I’m here to take care of you, okay?’ she spoke, with a tenderness I was not used to hearing from a woman, any woman, “You’re my boyfriend now…maybe more than a boyfriend, and I want to do everything to make your life easy and as stress-free as possible. So, any problem, let me know. I’ll handle it. If the girls are bugging you too much I’ll have a little talk with them. Or…if they’re a distraction from everything, a nice distraction and you like that…that’s okay too.”

I gulped, flushing a little. This was not new, this wasn’t much different than what I’d heard yesterday. But here, in the light of the morning, it sounded much more sobering, more real. Not ‘bad’, necessarily…in fact, there was a lot I was starting to see that was actually appealing. She was painting the prospect of me living my life as a coddled thrall; Melissa and her harem of girls could pamper me all they wanted, and who was I to complain. Would I actually be giving up some independence? Maybe? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It was just, like I said…sobering.

And so I sighed, and laying there as best I could I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t quite know what it was that had suddenly made him feel this way.  I mean, the remnants of my masculinity were still calling out from the far recesses of my mind, warning me with impuissant cries against submitting entirely to this new world. But I was, yes, in love with Melissa, and I wanted a life with her in it. Plus, look at those tits. They - and her hair, and her eyes, and her smile…and that insanely sublime perfume - made it hard for me to do anything aside from exactly what she wanted. I’m such a sucker!

“I…uhm…well…thanks for…uhh, for saying that, Melissa,” I said, after my few moments of reflection and trying to gather my thoughts, “I mean, haha…uh, I’m definitely still getting…getting used to the whole thing.  And, heh, the girls are, uh…have sure been hitting me up a lot recently.” Did she know about the time in the waiting room, with Marisela and Randi and Amelia? Or the times with Morgan, with Vida, all the rest? In fact, now as I tell this story to you, was I remembering it all right? Those times - and there were a lot of them, now that I think about it, seemed distant, as humiliating as they were. “But, yeah…it’s okay.  I mean, it doesn’t really bother me. And I know they’re just all being friendly, helpful.” Jesus I really was drunk on this woman!

“You sure?” Melissa asked searchingly, her eyes gazing deep into mine, reading what they could, seeming to see more about me than I knew myself. That makes me laugh, when I think about it now…of course she did. She was scrutinizing my facial expression, deep in thought herself.

“Yeah…yeah, it’s…it’s all good,” I nodded. It was true, it was. I felt good about it, and I made a point to smile broadly after my words, to show her the ease I felt with the situation. She continued to peruse my face for a few long moments, treating my words with the proper skepticism. But I could also see the growing excitement in her. I was saying exactly what she wanted, even as she gave me the chance to speak otherwise. There were many times I had not been able to help but feel smaller under her gaze, and this was one of them. But, I felt not only smaller but safer, like I was in her hands. Plus, I felt that the fact that she was deciding for herself how to take my words just served to accentuate the growing power difference between us. She was, already, very much my emotional caretaker now, and despite my assurances she needed to examine me closely before feeling completely satisfied. I knew she didn’t mean it, at least at the moment, but she was making me feel even more like a little kid. “I trust you, Melissa, I do.”

“Omigod thank you Jay,” she said tremulously, as if she was ready to burst with emotion, “If you put your trust in me, let me protect you, I promise I’ll never let you get hurt.” This was uncharted territory for her, too, I could hear it in her voice. But then she began to settle herself, and I could see it in her face: it was as if she was taking a step forward into something new, with a new strength. “I’m going to talk with them, the girls. They’re all going to become your protectors too, your little superheros. And…it’s okay by me for other girls to comfort you, be affectionate with you. In faccccct…” she continued, with a new brightness to her voice, “how about this for an idea? You can stay here all day while I’m gone and we can hang out when I get back. I had asked some girls over to see the house. We can have a little party tonight? Try it out?”

“Try out w-what?”

“Try out them being your superheroes,” she giggled. Her voice had changed a bit, become playful again. “Hmm? Would that be nice, have a party with all the office girls? Let them treat you right?”

”Uhhh…” This Friday-night date of ours was was suddenly starting to change into something quite a bit different. .

”I mean, what else do you have to do today?” she asked, smiling sparkles into my eyes.

”Yeah, I mean, nothing, I mean…s-sure,” I agreed, picturing a pig-pile of them, me in the bottom, “that sounds fun.”

”Omigod cool,” she tittered, biting her lower lip in anticipation, “The girls would love to see you tonight, help me take care of you.”

“Oh my god Melissa,” I said, unconsciously echoing her, half-incredulous as to what was happening to my life. I’m sure she heard it in my voice.

”You like that idea hm?” Melissa giggled, “All of us here tonight? We can talk about us all protecting you? Have a little meeting, some drinkies. We can play games, you can get closer to the girls? Would you like that?”

”Sounds like I’m going to be surrounded…”

“If that’s what you like..!” she replied, giggling again, “I don’t mind sharing. As long as what’s in here -” She tapped my chest with one finger. “ - and in here - “ She then tapped me on the forehead. “Is mine.”

“It is,” I said, without delay.

“Is it? Your brain is all mine?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then,” she said with a new twist to her smile, “I want to make it squishy.”

In a sudden move, Melissa scooted herself up the bed a bit, still on her side, so that her big breasts were right in my line of vision, inches away from where I lay my face on the pillow.

“You told me you loved me last night, didn’t you?” she asked.

Faced with her massive right boob, her left right aside it, I could barely speak.“y-y-yes I did,” I agreed.

“Well, that earns you a reward,” she said, as her big lungs pulled in breath, swelling her tit even closer towards me. “I’m late but I’m going to help you get back to sleep. What would help you drift off again?” she asked, with apparent earnestness, “Music? A movie? A podcast? I could read to you?”

Barely registering what she was offering, I nodded to the last of the options. Uh, I guess listening to her read would actually be heavenly, but the look in her eyes - as I lifted my own to look at her best I could - and the fact that her fingers now gently pulled down the sheets and brushed against my belly - suggested she meant to do no such thing.

Smiling like the cat with the short, middle-ages but terminally aroused canary, she pushed me onto my back and fully cleared the white sheets that had laid pooled across my hips. She saw my erection, already standing proud. Slowly she grabbed ahold, and began stroking. Rising now more above me she pressed her big right breast into my face. “You wanted them this big. Might as well enjoy them, right?”

Under the assault of such sudden pleasure, I had no chance of answering aside from the “mmmph!” that escaped my throat. But, the thought did go through my head: What did she mean by that?

It was her bra that I felt against my cheek, nose and lips. Sliding it across my face, she found my mouth with the swell of her covered nipple and urged me to take it through her bra. I whined a bit, something that sounded like words, something that sounded nervous, like anxiety, like my pride.

”I love you,” she said.

“I…I love you too,” I managed, half-muffled.

She re-urged her nipple to me.”Then trust me, okay?” she said, and breathed in a deep sigh when I paused, but then opened for her. I tasted the fabric, the smooth silkiness of her bra pressed through my lips; I licked with my tongue.

“That’s right, Jay, that’s good,” she said, readjusting herself over me, settling me under her, “It’s okay to be weak sometimes, especially around me. Okay?” Her hand had continued to tend to my throbbing nine inches of erection, and was stroking slow and strong, already in a rhythm,

Once I began playing with her nipple, taking it into my mouth as much as I could through her bra, her pace began to pick up. Soon it became a blur of pleasure. She intended on making this quick for me. Except, after a minute or so I still hadn’t finished.

“Whats wrong, sweetie?” she asked, with a hint of concern, “You do like this right?”

Nodding emphatically, I groaned as  I felt her movements get even more intense, her bust push more firmly into my face. “Then why aren’t you finishing? Normally you come pretty soon after this sta-…oh.” At that, she paused a bit. Her rhythm slowed. My vision darkened by her bra, world eclipsed by tit, I couldn’t see but physically felt her smile light up brighter. “You’re really getting into this, hm? You want me to talk to you. Like I did last night…”

Slowly a fiendish lilt crept into her voice. “It’s okay little one,” she began again, her rhythm once again regular and strong up and down my big, ready erection, “Let it all out. Let it all out for…mommy.”

Hearing those words were all I needed. She’d unlocked some secret and suddenly I was tensed up and releasing all over her hand. “Good boy,” she purred, chuckling to herself, as I fervently sucked at her nipple through her bra and climaxed, “Let it out just like that.” She purred some more, cooing encouragements and little words of love, indulgences and rewards.

Eventually my orgasm waned, and - breast still on my face - I felt my consciousness drift away. The last thing I remember was her sliding it off me, a kiss, and finally this thought: Maybe this isn’t so bad after all…

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