Post 157: Melissa and the Old Man, p1

Something special today, friends. A contribution from one of my favorite authors, maybe you've heard of her lol. Joyce Julep writes some of the best GTS/Size Fetish stuff around, and I'm so happy to have her as a co-conspirator. I've edited it a bit myself, just to make it work in the story a bit, and decided - to keep the flavor of her work consistent - not to do an image with this entry. Here's an intro, Part One of a two-parter from her. 

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The elderly man, in a rare moment of clarity, was taking special pride in his ability to wheel himself back towards the exam room. He’d left his wife in the waiting room, insisting he didn’t need her help this time, and was (albeit slowly) making his way down the hallway. The Indian medical assistant with the nice big fanny was in tow behind him; he refused to let her push.

“See??” the old man cackled, “I can do this mysel-“

Suddenly, with a jolting clomp, the left wheel of his chair locked up.  His right wheel was still working, so he spun around in a haphazard circle, finally coming to a stop as he faced back towards the waiting room, back at Lakshmi.

“Mr. Kowalcyk, are you okay?” she asked, concern in her wide, brown eyes.

“Ah damn!” he sighed out in a feeble exclamation, and for a moment, it wasn’t lost on him that his momentary pride had been exposed as silly futility.  But his dementia clouded most tangible reflections these days, and this thought quickly faded away into the fog in his brain.  Mildly curious to fix this puzzle now, he looked down and set to work trying to unlock the wheel with his trembling, aged hands. Lakshmi looked on, helplessly, not knowing what to do. His chair seemed broken.

“Aw, what’ve we got here?” came a voice from behind and high above him, smooth and feminine. “Is this Mr. Kowalski, stuck in his wheelchair?”

The old man, best he could, craned his neck up and back to see. The new Office Manager, Melissa, was standing there, looming over him with her hand on her cocked hip, the voluptuous curves of her figure on full and statuesque display in her sweater dress of soft grey.

“Yeah, Melissa,” Lakshmi began to explain, “his chair’s kinda locked up…”

“Dammit!” he spat, pushing futilely on his wheel, confused and frustrated, shaking his head. “Dang thing doesn’t want to go!”

“Oh nooooo,” Melissa intoned, stepping around from behind him, bending forward at the waist so that her gorgeous face now hovered right in front of the old man. “And you were doing so well, getting to your appointment all by yourself,” she lauded, as if speaking to a child. She smiled at him, wrinkling her nose. “Do you remember me? Hm, Mr. Kowalsus? From last time? I helped get you a drink of water?”

“uhhhh…” the old man stammered, beguiled and baffled like any red-blooded male would be by the brightness of her smile, her perfect eyes, the huge mane of soft, raven hair.

“And your appointment today is with…Dr. J, right?” Melissa asked.

“Y-y-yes ma’m,” Mr. Kowalcyk managed in answer, gaze falling to the enormous breasts that were gently filling the space under Melissa’s shining visage.  “I…uhm, mmmm. Exam room…exam room…”

“We were headed to Exam Room Three, Melissa,” Lakshmi offered, having stepped back, hands crossed in front of her. She felt more than a bit embarrassed for Mr. Kowalcyk, who was now openly staring at Melissa’s chest.

“Well I can’t rightly remember now, it’s...it’s...” he said, voice trailing off, mouth falling slack into a senile gape.

“That’s no problem, Mr. Kovameister,” giggled Melissa, shaking her head gently at him, as if unaware that her mammoth breasts swayed left and right with her movements, causing him to groan.  “I know where to take you. Here, let me help...”

Without even asking, Melissa promptly extended her long, strong arms and scooped the old man straight out of his wheelchair.  She didn’t even feel her muscles tense up as she lifted him up, and a moment later, she was standing straight up again, with him lying cradled in her arms like a baby.

Lakshmi looked on in incredulous shock as Melissa giggled, tickled pink by the man’s blankly bewildered expression. She even made a point of lightly tossing him up an inch or two out of her arms before he fell back into the firm plushness of her embrace again.

“Light as a feather!” she laughed, shaking her head down at him as her eyes flashed playfully.  She nestled his head up close to her enormous left breast, which seemed to dwarf his little head by at least two times.  The old man was blinking rapidly now, and his mouth opened a little without uttering a sound.  He was utterly disoriented, and trying to figure out what was going on.

“Bet you haven’t been held like this since you were a little boy, huh?” teased Melissa, reaching a long finger down and booping him on the nose.  “Way back all those years ago, when your mommy held you, haha.”

“My…my m-mommy..?” muttered Mr. Kowalcyk, his brow contorting strangely as he looked up at her.  “My…”

“Mmmmm, yes, ok well let’s get you to your appointment!” chirped Melissa, and a few seconds later, she was walking towards the exam room where she knew Dr. J would be waiting. “I’ve got him from here, Lakshmi!” she called, over her shoulder, “Thank you!”

To that, Lakshmi shook her head and set to figuring out this wheelchair...