Growing into the Job, Post 549: A Wakening, p3

The room - Randi’s living room -  hummed with a strange energy, the kind that sits at the edge of sleep, dreamlike, where nothing feels quite real. Lakshmi’s lap, where my head now rested between her soft, thick thighs, had become a gravitational field, pulling me down into her warmth as if the very earth beneath me was alive and I was in the palm of its hand. The blanket the girls had draped over me felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, though in truth, it was light as a whisper. The tendrils of Josie’s serpentine hair writhed around underneath it, caressing my bare chest, belly and thighs. Every small touch, every brush of it against my skin, seemed to harden me closer to stone.

But my mind was still struggling to catch up, caught in a haze of conflict. The girls - their beauty, their presence - it was all so much. My head ached from trying to grasp the surreal nature of what was happening. My left foot - indeed, now nearly my entire lower leg, was in Randi’s mouth. Under their overwhelming affection my body was betraying me, and Shanette’s musical hum - using the voice that had brought spontaneous climax to all the men in the crowd at her singing performance earlier - served as the soundtrack. How had I ended up here? This wasn’t just a group of girls pampering their boss, the swain of their friend Melissa - this was becoming something else.

I had tried to close my eyes, trying to push back against the swirl of emotions, the desire, the confusion - how were they doing all this?? - but as I did, I couldn’t escape the feeling that something was happening to me. Something bigger than I was, bigger than what I was ready for.

And then I heard the girls exclaim:

“OOOOooooo Aubrey’s back,” Josie sang.

“And she’s got your dinner…” Shanette purred into my ear. 

Then, the gentle padding of footsteps across the hardwood floor. The sound made my heart flutter, and my cock surged again in greeting:

Aubrey.

She stepped into my view, at the corner of the mattress , carrying something in her hands. The soft glow of the dimmed lights from the television made the room dreamlike, the shadows elongated and soft around her.

“Found my pajama drawer?” Randi asked her.

“Yes, thanks,” she replied, demurely letting the space take in the new drama her figure brought.

Aubrey had changed into a set of sleepwear, apparently borrowed from Randi. It’s soft, form-fitting cotton, a pale shade of lavender, clung to her body in ways that made my breath catch. Her breasts, larger than the busty Randi’s by no small measure, filled out the top ridiculously, stretching the fabric to its limits. Her skin looked smooth, glowing in the dim light, her hair still loosely pinned up, with a few curls escaping around her face.

“You look amazing, Aubrey,” Josie commented, and it was true: she looked like she’d stepped out of an ethereal wet dream. A vision. Her eyes, always so warm, sparkled as she now looked down at the group - and me - with something between pride and a softness I couldn’t quite place. She was carrying a - oh no, oh no no no - a baby bottle, and the air was filled with the warm, familiar scent of what I knew were the bottle’s contents: my…um…protein drink.

Melissa might call it my “formula”.

Aubrey had changed. And she’d been to the kitchen, and the promise of what she brought already, god help me, felt like a balm for what I only now recognized - I was hungry. Even as the air around us hummed with mounting energy, my stomach was telling me it was empty.

I tried to focus, my senses already overwhelmed, but when Aubrey knelt onto the mattress, and began to scoot herself closer, the pull of the girls still surrounding me seemed to intensify. The space between us all charged, every inch of my skin feeling their presence. The atmosphere grew thick, everything drawing in toward the moment she would speak, the moment she would finally bring the bottle to my lips.

“Aww, look what Mama Aubrey’s brought for youuuu…” Shanette crooned, her voice slinking its way to my ear.

The other girls cooed softly, whispering among themselves in soft, equally melodic voices and making way for Aubrey to settle aside Josie, to my right. Even Josie’s hair drew back, aware of the newcomer.

They now entirely surrounded me, creating a circle of females on the pullout couch mattress. The dim glow from the TV painted them in strange, soft light, like silhouettes of spirits, their voluptuous curves and beauty - at once both earthy and ethereal - making the air pulse with their presence.

“Here we are,” Aubrey said, her voice soft but full of purpose. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she lowered the glass baby bottle she held, gently tilting it and showing it and its milky contents, to me.

“This isn’t-...?”

“Katarina’s breastmilk?” Randi answered me, “No, don’t worry, Squirt.”

“This is your formula…”

“This won’t melt your brain…”

“Or make you shrink any more…”

“But it’s got everything good in it…”

“All Melissa’s micronutrients, her proteins and hormones…”

The concoction, the white, creamy stuff that had been tailored to my needs by Evolution Pharm, seemed to be the only nutrition that I could safely take on my own these days. And, seeing it here, now, made me suddenly realize: I was beyond hungry. Like, really hungry. So, despite the ignominy that I was essentially becoming dependent on glorified baby based on Melissa, what her breastmilk would be,I craved it and - god help me, again, as I lifted my left hand reflexively - reached for it.

“OOOoOOOooooOOOOO!!” they all cooed.

“Someone wants their baba…” Josie teased dropping her already girlish voice into a baby-talk that curled my toes - five of which were just now being drawn up out of Randi’s gullet.

Aubrey glanced at the girls, one to the next, her gaze soft but filled with something I couldn’t decipher - something maternal, caring, yet possessively aroused. “Is it okay if I feed him?” she asked, biting her lower lip, tucking a lock of brunette hair behind one ear, and looking for her friends’ approval. 

“Of course, yeah <glurk>, go ahead,” Randi answered her, having slid my foot from her mouth. She placed my leg, slick with her saliva, back down with one hand, and massaged the jaw she’d just rehinged with the other. “I saw Melissa - filmed it actually - bottle-feed him over the weekend. We were at lunch.”

“At the restaurant?” Shanette asked. 

“Did you see how many views that’s getting?” chimed in Josie, “It’s insane.”

“I get to feed Scottie all the time,” Shanette offered, “so I’m okay just watching.”

“And Josie and I fed Dr. J his formula last Friday,” Lakshmi added, “it was just out of a glass but-“

“And dripping off of Melissa’s boob, remember?” Josie clarified.

“…but yes sure Aubrey you should be the one to feed him,” Lakshmi concluded. 

I tried to blink away the haze, and maybe even speak up into this conversation above me, one in which I was being discussed but obviously not consulted. Doing so, though - and failing - only seemed to pull me deeper into the soft weight of the girls’ presence. It was as if I couldn’t escape it…and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Everything about them, everything about this night, felt so terribly bad for me, yet also so incredibly right. 

“You look a little lost, Dr. J,” Josie said from the side, her voice teasing but gentle, her hair still drifting around her like living serpents, as if waiting for something. 

“I’ll take care of him, Josie,” Aubrey said softly, as she drew closer to me. There was a tenderness in her words, like a mother reassuring her child, and one hand reached out to touch my cheek, to cup my face. “We all know he’s been through a lot today. We have to be gentle.”

“Okay well get him started, Aub,” Randi said, “he’s hungry and I think so are we.” At that, she looked down at me, my head sunken into Lakshmi’s lap, and from her spot at my feet leaned in to put a hand on each of my knees. Her eyes were locked on mine and her smile twisted into that oh-so-Randi smile.  “Do you want your milkies, little baby?” she spoke, her voice dropping to a syrupy baby-talk which - coming from Randi - made my stomach bunch in humiliation, “Do you want your bottle? Hm? I think you doo-ooooo…”

“Did you warm it up in the microwave, Aubrey?” Lakshmi asked. 

“Yes, to her body temperature.”

“Perfect.”

“Are you going to let Aubrey practice being a mommy..?” Shanette asked me, as Lakshmi and Aubrey worked together to gather my upper body a bit, readjust me and get me ready. 

“…or is she going to have to force feed it to you?” Randi asked. 

Aubrey’s eyes, from above, met mine. “You’re a little baby, and you need your milkies,” she said, as she guided the bottle’s nipple towards my mouth, “You need to learn - you have us all as mommies now.”

My eyes went wide - I was suddenly struck. This was Aubrey? Little Aubrey from behind the desk? The shy little girl who hid romance paperbacks and an obvious crush on me in the reception drawers? I looked around at the other girls. And who were these women? With superhuman abilities and even more superhuman figures? Was this Lakshmi Vallurupalli - my nerdy medical assistant whose paychecks I used to sign - in whose earth-mother lap I was cradled? 

”You need to accept the bottle from us….” Shanette hummed, as Aubrey brushed the bottle’s teat softly against my chin, and then my lips. It felt warm. 

“You don’t need me to force feed you, do you Dr. J?” she said, her eyes never leaving mine, her hand gently guiding my face to the bottle, deliberate and caring, “No no…you’re going to be a good boy…”

The formula immediately began to dribble from the nipple. It was warm in my mouth, the liquid thick and right away comforting. The first taste - that familiar, sweet, creamy taste that reminded me of Melissa but now also these girls - filled me with an odd sense of relief, a comforting sense of surrender. It was so satisfying, so needed, that I immediately leaned into it, my body instinctively drawing closer to the warmth Aubrey was offering. The girls remained silent, watching me carefully, as if the moment had reached some kind of critical mass.

I started to suck.

“That’s right, Squirt,” Randi purred in approval, ”Pretend it’s boobie time.”

I groaned, into the bottle, and clamped shut my eyes. Yes, god yes, images of Melissa - her beautiful face and beautiful bust - flashed to my mind as the taste of her fats and proteins filled my mouth, flowed down my throat. ‘You need to be perched at my breast…‘ she was saying. 

Or was that Aubrey?

‘You need to be made to suckle,’ came the voice. In my head? Was I imagining it? Or was I hearing it out loud? And was it Melissa? Or was it actually Aubrey? ‘From me, from us, you need to be breastfed.’

I didn’t dare open my eyes. I didn’t want to know who it was, or if it was real. So instead, I sucked. The formula was by now a source of solace for me, an escape, as was the image of Melissa’s smile I was seeing as I fed. 

‘You’re so needy, daddy…’ I felt soft tendrils of hair slithering around my hips, “It’s coming for you, so soon I promise.”

‘You need to have your mouth held open for you, and a nipple placed at your lips…’ The soft, overwhelming gravity below me cradled me deeper, more tightly, more soundly. 

‘You need to be told, taught to nurse,’  It came as a song in my ear, and it was all in Melissa’s voice. ‘To suck on the nipple, to suckle the milk from us...”

‘Yeah Squirt,’ said a Mouth that would someday move millions, ‘and you need to get a lot fucking smaller.’

The bottle's nipple settled deeper through my lips as Aubrey adjusted her grip. I dared to open my eyes and glance up at her, then the other girls. Melissa’s faces were glowing, their smiles so genuine and filled with happiness that, for a fleeting moment, I forgot my humiliation. Melissa…no, wait, these were the girls…Aubrey, Randi, Shanette, Josie, Lakshmi, but all with the same green, glittery-gold gemstone eyes…they were so radiant, so beautiful, almost otherworldly. She…they…seemed so pleased, so utterly content, that it sent a strange mix of emotions swirling through me - shame, yes, but also a deep desire to keep them all smiling like that.

And so I kept suckling, kept feeding.

“Oh, Dr. J, you are doing so good,” came the voice from above me: Lakshmi. Her voice was soft, and unmistakable in its warmth. “So, so good…” As the words settled into the space between us, though, it wasn’t just Lakshmi speaking. It was all of them. Each voice, equally warm, the inflection of their words twisting in a familiar way, somehow both comforting and unnerving. The more I listened, the more mystifying it became. It was as if their voices had blended into one, becoming something more.

It made me shiver. My eyes, above the baby bottle, felt about to water.

“Are you okay?” Aubrey asked - and, this time, it was her voice, only her voice, though barely more than a whisper. I realized right then that it was her channeling whatever was happening into my brain, turning this general debauchery into something else, into some sort of summons, or a possession. She was now, though, asking me a question as herself. “Dr J, are you still here?”

But I didn’t answer. What could I say? There was nothing I could say. All I could do was continue to drink, to let them surround me, to let their care, their warmth, their affection flood me. I knew that it was exactly what I needed - even if I didn’t understand why.

“You’re okay,” Shanette purred, “you’re totally okay…”

“Just let us do this,” said Lakshmi. 

The air around us seemed to thicken, and I could feel it growing stronger, richer, until it overwhelmed the faint scent of the room itself. The fragrances of sandalwood, jasmine, vanilla, coconut and some intoxicating scent I couldn’t place, all mingled together, almost as if they’d lit incense - but I then realized it was their perfumes, strengthening, expanding to fill the space. The subtle sweet notes were heavy, sinking into my skin, wrapping around my senses, and deepening the haze that seemed to cling to me. The TV flickered, barely noticed in the background, now just providing the soft murmur of music or chants of voices to fill the place. The lights had dimmed further, and the shadows from the corners stretched like long fingers, reaching across the floor toward us.

“I think he’s just about done with his bottle…”

“Yeah…how was it sweetie?”

“Tummy all full, Squirt?”

I barely registered that the teat of the bottle was being pulled out of my mouth, though I did hear myself whine. I looked up, and around at their attentive, grinning faces. 

The whole room seemed to pulse with every breath they took. Every movement of their bodies made the space around us feel just a little smaller, a little more intense, as if the very air was charged with something that I couldn't describe.

My free left hand trembled, and suddenly Lakshmi’s fingers gently wrapped around it. I felt the firm, warm press of her hand, grounding me, holding me in place as if my very body were being anchored to the earth itself. She looked up at her friends, from one, to the next, to the next. They all nodded gently, some unspoken agreement: sure, Lakshmi, go ahead. 

I heard her voice murmur. “Dr J, we have these urges to…to use our abilities around you…”

Others bit their lips, nodded, joined in:

“Us being together, and being with you…”

“It amplifies them.”

“We want to use them…”

 “For you…”

“On you…”

Shanette, who had backed away from my ear, now came in again, leaning down and in the process bringing her bust into my view all the more, and making it difficult to concentrate on her face. Her voice was soft, but with an undeniable force. “We think it’s time.”

“T-time for what?” My heart raced as a strange warmth pooled in my chest, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? What did they mean? My uncertainty and instincts for survival were warring with the overwhelming urge to just go back to sucking my bottle and stare at Shanette’s perfect, luscious, mountainous tits. 

But before I could really process the words, or what she meant, Josie’s voice broke through, low and full of both her unrelenting sweetness and a strange portent. “Daddy, we’re not just girls anymore...”

And then, I felt it. Her hair, her long, thick strands of hair, began to shift again, moving on their own, like tentacles of some strange stygian thing. Slowly, they expanded, grew, and began a slow, writhing dance in the air around her head, like an enormous halo…or a living crown, twisting and curling in the dim darkness above me. Then, several of the thickened strands reached out toward me, peeled away the blanket, and began to settle on my legs.

“What…what are you…?” I gasped, barely able to form the words.

They slid under my thighs, around my shins, grasped my ankles. They were soft at first, then tighter, and then stronger. They began to coil around my legs, binding one to the other, not painful, but certainly firm - more and more of them, until finally they were a cocoon of silky tendrils, wrapping around my lower limbs, holding me securely in place, immobile.

I tried to move, but couldn’t. The hair, her hair, held me so firmly that it was impossible to break free. The feeling was both sensual and eerie and deeply unsettling, like I was being imprisoned in something alive.

“Shhhhhhh…..” they all whispered. 

I could feel the pull of their power. Each girl had been beginning to reveal their gifts in subtle, teasing increments, and yet now I was realizing that they’d been holding back - restraining something deeper, something stronger. The realization was both terrifying and thrilling.

They were waking up. 

Josie giggled, her voice laced with a playful warmth.

“You see, Dr J, like Josie said, we are not just girls anymore…” Lakshmi said. 

“We’re women…” Shanette’s voice echoed from above, as she pushed her enormous, chocolate-deep bust into my world again. 

“And women have a power you can’t even begin to understand,” Randi said, her words sending a chill down my spine.

I could feel all their lips curving into a familiar, glamorous smile, their eyes sparkling like green-gold gems. They began to purr above me, words I didn’t comprehend, or couldn’t hear. It sounded like an incantation, a private language, but also the chatter of schoolyard girls. 

As they spoke, the air around me seemed to tighten, as though they were all drawing in closer, somehow becoming more than they’d ever been before. Josie’s hair still held my legs entrapped, and my right wrist down to the mattress. Aubrey’s gentle hand cupped my face, and Lakshmi’s thighs cradled my head while she held my left hand in hers. I was surrounded, completely, paralyzed by their loving strength. This was no longer playful, no longer just affection. This was becoming a demonstration of power, raw and unfiltered.

“We are women,” Shanette repeated, now pulling her shoulders back and sitting up a bit but thrusting her chest out to show me just how immense her breasts had become. 

Lakshmi, her hand still holding mine, leaned down just a little closer, the weight of her gaze now pressing on me like a hundred invisible hands. “And you,” she murmured, “are our little man.” 

Josie’s hair had begun to move in sync with the rhythm of Shanette’s breaths, gently squeezing and pulsing around me on each deep inhale, responding as if to ambient emotion, hinting at some deeper communion. I could tell that I’d started to dissolve into bliss and confusion, cradled in their power - Josie’s hair, Lakshmi’s lap, whatever Aubrey was doing to my emotions - and now Shanette’s voice, as she started to hum. 

My cock, wrapped in my boxer briefs and pressed to my belly by Josie’s serpents, suddenly surged hard. It peeked free by the head and upper shaft and its single eye stared up at me, tumescent and throbbing. 

I could swear I saw it smile. 

I groaned. 

Aubrey, sensing my discomfort or perhaps my struggle to understand, gently spoke in her low, soothing tone. “Just relax, Doctor,” she said, her voice threading through the air and into my basal ganglia like a soft caress. “Everything’s going to feel so much better soon.”

At that, the women all reached down for me, and - hands supporting my arms, my back -  slowly urged me up. I felt the gravity of Lakshmi’s hips gently release me, and I was raised to sit on her lap, facing out to the room. My legs were still held cocooned in Josie’s living, pulsing hair, which undulated in time with the rhythm of a wordless song being hummed by Shanette. My enormous cock still stared up at me, pinned to my abdomen. 

One of the girls tutted and reached to wipe my lips of leftover dribbles of formula. Another caressed my shoulders, and I began to feel Lakshmi’s gravity increase again. Seated as I was on her kneeling legs, the pull of her mass on my meager weight began to suck me down, deeper, her gravity pulling me by the butt and legs down into the space between her thighs until her softness surround me up past the waist - which was now, like my legs, bound in Josie’s living hair. I was supported by Lakshmi’s immense haunches, sunken into them. 

“Don’t disappear on us, Squirt,” Randi grinned, leaning forward to give me a glorious view of her own burgeoned cleavage. 

I stared into it and, as if in cue, Josie’s hair began to stroke me. 

Without me even knowing, it had somehow peeled away my boxer briefs, and underneath its silky tentacles I was now absolutely naked. One tendril was wrapped around my shaft, at least two others cupped me from below, caressing me, gently squeezing. 

“Does that feel nice, daddy?” Josie purred, watching my face melting in pleasure, and then giggled when I couldn’t even speak. She stroked me with new enthusiasm. 

They all spoke encouragements and assurances to me, their movements and speech carrying a kind of sacred pacing - slow, deliberate, focused as the tendrils jerked me off to the same rhythm, which mirrored the tempo of Shanette’s building song. There was a rhythm to the wholeness of it, like steps in a rite they hadn’t been taught, only somehow remembered. I saw it, I felt it: the girls were awakening to something. The expressions of wonder that had slowly grown in each of their expressions - as my cock grew harder and harder and the ritual deepened - seemed to hint that they didn’t entirely know what they were channeling. They felt it, though, unmistakably stirring - and whatever it was, it was empowering them. 

Shanette’s song had gone from hum to hymn, and Randi’s teasing now took on a priestess’s command when she hushed the others:

“Girls,“ she said, “We’re ready.”

There was a pause, a buildup of tension, and something wordless and total passing between them, Randi spoke again:

“Let’s go.”

Then, there was an explosion of their powers.

Josie’s tendrils of hair, some wrapped around my legs like a cocoon, some still writhing in the air around her head, became monstrous, huge and thick. They squeezed me like a constructor, now squeezing my cock and lower body like the grip of a giant hand. And still they pumped me 

Shanette’s wordless song became epic, mythical, rising into something so beautiful it changed the mood of the entire room into a ceremony, like a ritual invocation. It had become “Rise in Her Name”, maybe, in melody, but it was so much more. It also gripped me, by the chest, nearly made me cry out in tears as it raised my arousal tenfold. 

Lakshmi’s gravity became even more encompassing and I sank more thickly into her lap, her velvet soft skin on all sides of me, flesh holding and caressing me wherever Josie’s hair wasn’t. It pulled and plastered me back, sticking me to her, to rest my head and shoulders against her bust and abdomen. 

Aubrey’s grip, in the meantime, was on my mind. She held my feelings, my emotions and arousal in her tender hands, and as much as any of the others she was bringing me pleasure. Hush now, Doctor, she whispered wordlessly, let us hold you as we grow stronger. 

Randi, then, sat up straight, her eyes fixed on me sunken into Lakshmi’s lap, and somehow she’d maintained her sly, cocky smile throughout all this. She watched Josie’s hair stroking me, Lakshmi’s lap consuming me. She heard Shanette’s song drawing us all together and igniting my desire to unholy heights. Aubrey’s control of my feelings she felt, assessed, and then she raised one hand to caress her jaw. 

The tension rippled through the mattress like a current, from Randi to me.The momentum of all that was happening seemed building to crest at this moment, and the room paused to see what she was going to do. The women had all been waiting for this, and now I felt as if I had, too. Lakshmi’s gravity gently released me from her torso, and I was able to sit up a bit. Randi looked at me again, bit her lower lip, and the grin she gave next was all teeth and confidence. Then the Mouth opened, and it spoke in the voice of a priestess:

“You're just the perfect little sacrifice, aren’t you, little man?” it said, in a voice of Stygian smoke, one that sent chills down my spine, “Let us claim you now, all of you, in her name.” 

My eyes widened, my mouth gaped, and I watched as Randi’s jaw opened wider than I’d ever seen it. Unhinged, like a cobra’s, it dropped down to her chest to reveal a gaping maw full of teeth and darkness. 

It was both grotesque and hypnotic, even graceful, like watching the petals of some strange flower bloom wide, impossibly wide, inviting the world inside. For the instant, I was frozen, staring into a cave of warmth and shadow, a place that felt at once terrifying and seductive, safe. My pulse thundered in my ears. The static glow of the television cast highlights along the curve of her lips, the hollows of her cheeks, turning her mouth into a living, gleaming archway.

“Oh my god, Randi…”

“Josie, please, language.”

She moved closer to me, and the world narrowed. Her breath, hot and damp, rolled out over my face and chest in a steady wave. I could hear the slick, quiet stretch of muscle and the faint, almost imperceptible pop of joints adjusting as her mouth expanded even further. My skin prickled with the sound - a reminder that this was in no way natural, that this was some unearthly power coming alive.

I could hear her hum low in her throat - a sound not unlike Shanette’s song, vibrating through me, a resonant warmth. My vision filled with her face, her lips, the shadowed curve of her tongue like a warm, velvet surface beckoning me closer. Then. a deep hiss came from her depths and, in an instant-

She struck. 

Shooting forward in a flash of movement Randi raised up and her mouth was over my head, my head was in her mouth, and her mouth was closing around my chest. My chest. She’d sunk me - head, shoulders and chest - into her jaws. 

I tried to yell out but everything, suddenly, was muffled.

The first contact was shocking - wet, warm, enveloping. I felt the slick heat of her lips seal around me, around my ribcage, the strength of her jaw holding me in a vice. She drew in a breath that wrapped me even tighter, pulling me in - not just physically but by my very self, like she was pulling me under some deep tide.

Instinctively I tried to fight, to tear myself out, but my arms were pinned useless to my sides. In the sudden darkness my eyes goggled. Panic. 

‘Breathe, sweetie,’ I heard Aubrey tell me, maybe in my mind.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think. But maybe, yes, maybe I could breathe. I drew in a breath, and it was all Randi, the hot humidity of her, All I could do was breathe and feel and hear the sounds of her own breath and lungs, the low rumble of a pleased humming from her vocal chords, maybe even a chuckle like thunder around me. All my world was the strange, perfect pressure of the inside of a woman. It wasn’t…it wasn’t suffocating, but it was enveloping, engulfing. Like I’d been drawn back into a place where nothing else existed but warmth, and power, and her. I felt Randi and even more so I felt Melissa, I smelled Melissa, I tasted and breathed Melissa.

Wait - am I in Randi’s mouth…or in Melissa’s??

‘Don’t be afraid, little one. I’ll take care of you...as only a woman can."

That was Randi’s voice, right? Rumbling somehow out of her? Or was it Aubrey? Why did it sound like M-?

NNNNGGHHH!!!

Josie’s hair squeezed me, hard, around shaft, base and sac, and redoubled its strokings.

My eyes crossed and I was only vaguely aware, now, of what was going on outside in the room - besides the fact that Josie’s hair was whacking me off. I had heard Josie gasp softly, her hair working me and also twitching, pulsing like living vines around my lower body. Shanette’s hymn still wove through the room, higher now, almost like a chorus of her, lifting the moment in unison with the overwhelming arousal with which it gripped me. Lakshmi’s grip on my hand and her thighs around me had tightened, her earthy weight grounding me even as I felt Randi swallowing everything else.

I let out a shuddering breath, into the warm darkness of Randi’s mouth. “Melissa…” was all I could manage, as I felt the climax of this unholy moment building, building, building.

I could also feel Randi’s grin around me, a strange, radiant smile. ‘That’s it, Squirt,’ she somehow whispered to me, in a voice vibrating through me like thunder beneath the earth. She knew I was about to erupt. ‘Just give in. Give yourself to us.’

‘You’re part of us already, little one, can’t you feel it?’ came Aubrey’s thoughts, directly into my reeling consciousness, ‘Completely, completely part of us. She’s already taken you in, just like you always wanted her to."

“It’s time to give yourself up…’ came the voice of a woman.

“B-but..!” I somehow managed, pushing as much as I could with my arms, against Randi’s teeth, my head brushing her upper throat, “I…I c-c-can’t..!”

“Trust us - let us take you to the next stage…”

‘It is not about sacrifice, it is about connection,” said the voice of another, ‘Let us show you what happens when we become one."

‘You don’t have a choice, Squirt. Prepare yourself.“

I could feel my body responding, helpless to do anything else, as if this act of submission was the very thing I needed to survive this silencing, this rite. My climax began to crest.

‘That’s right…that’s right, Daddy,’ sang a young woman’s voice, against the backdrop of Shanette’s crescendoing hymn, “Come for us.”

‘Become part of us. Just like you’ve always wanted…”

The heartbeat I felt in Randi’s mouth around my head and shoulders was synchronized with that of Lakshmi’s thighs sandwiching my torso and hips. The pulsing of Josie’s hair and the strokes up and down my enormous erection were also all in unison, becoming the rhythm for Shanette’s song and Aubrey’s waves of emotion. And then I felt my heartbeat sync with theirs.

“There you go, there you go baby…now you’re ready…come…”

In my mind's eye I saw flashes. Lakshmi’s smile. The bright glimmer of Josie’s eyes. Shanette’s dimples, Randi’s laugh. Then Aubrey cupping my face fully, her breath warm and sweet as she whispered: “Let go.”

I did.

My climax exploded out of me, and for a moment, there was nothing but them - five women, five forces of nature - surrounding me, binding me. It was a ceremonial crescendo, unspoken but undeniable, as though they were summoning something larger than themselves, and I was at the center of it.

Something larger than themselves. 

Melissa. 

“NNNNGHHH!!!”

My moaning yell was muffled but I gaped in wide wonder at the vision in my head: Melissa, so beautiful, smiling at me as I came for her, as I gave myself up, as I sacrificed myself for her greater self. She smiled at me and she whispered to me:

“Good boy.”

“NNNNGHHH!!!”

It was a sacrifice, it was a surrender. And it was taking all I had. 

““NNNNGHHH! “NNNNGHHH!”

I was being offered up, my climax becoming a spiritual act. The world around me had ceased to exist in the womb of Randi’s mouth and the cocoon of Josie’s hair. There had been nothing but Aubrey’s gentle hand in my mind, Shanette’s song, the gravity of Lakshmi’s lap, and the memory of the soft pull of the bottle. But now I was opened up to so much more. I was open to Melissa. I was giving myself to her. Josie’s hair pumped me, pumped me, pumped me. It was all coming out. 

“yesssss….” they all purred.

And just like that, I felt the tension inside me begin to dissipate, slowly melting away, replaced by something softer, warmer, safer. My orgasm began to wane and I gasped at the comfort I felt, luxuriating in Randi’s mouth, embraced by Lakshmi’s thighs. Even the hair and the gentle hands holding my mind were like soft blankets, tucking me in. Shanette’s song was changing, becoming more tender, becoming a refrain sung by a church choir. 

Slowly, Randi began to slide her mouth off of me. The light from the room returned, and their hands were on me. I still felt their power, not as something separate, but as something wrapping itself around me. Through me. Holding me. 

Lakshmi’s hands slid from my back to the center of my chest, warm and heavy, pulling me into herself. The gravity of her lap naturally softened and I swear I could feel my heartbeat synced with hers. She didn’t speak, none of them did. They didn’t need to. Their presence alone was a force, grounding me, keeping me from floating away.

“Relax,” Aubrey whispered from somewhere just behind my ear, her breath warm and scented with honey. “Everything’s so much better now. Just watch.”

The others murmured their agreement in low tones, voices like silk brushing against stone. It was hypnotic, lulling. But Josie’s hair shifted again, and this time it was different. It began to snake under me, around me, behind my back now. It undulated in perfect rhythm with the others’ breathing and Shanette’s gentle refrain. It pulled me carefully away from Lakshmi, who opened her thighs to release me. The tendrils were feather-light but unyielding, and now cradled me. 

I felt my body start to rise.

It was subtle at first - a soft tug at my limbs, my shoulders, my torso and legs - but then I realized Josie’s hair was lifting me, pulling me gently upward like vines guided by sunlight. I gasped and reached instinctively for Shanette and Aubrey aside me, but their arms fell away, eyes serene and glowing.

“Do not be afraid,” Lakshmi said, her voice deep and resonant behind me, like the earth itself speaking. “We have you.”

Josie’s hair moved like hands now, supporting my torso, sliding beneath my arms, coiling under my thighs. Each strand was soft as silk, but the strength in them was staggering. They rose me from Lakshmi’s lap, lifting me, my back arching slightly as I began to hover above the mattress.

I felt utterly weightless.

Below me, their faces tilted upward. Five women, five forces, all smiling, all radiant, as if they were seeing not me but some sacred vision.

Shanette began to hum again, her voice low and liquid, the sound washing over me like warm water and becoming a gentle lullaby. Randi knelt at my feet, her eyes sharp and gleaming. “Look at you up there, Squirt,” she said, but her teasing had softened - there was something reverent in her tone now.

“An offering,” Josie offered with a breathless giggle, her hair tightening around my ribs just enough to make me exhale. “Yes. That’s what he is.”

Aubrey leaned forward, her hand brushing my jaw, her thumb trailing along my cheekbone with tender precision. Her gaze pierced through me, her irises lit with that golden-green fire. “We love you,” she murmured. “We love you because she chose you.”

The lights flickered around me - or maybe that was just my vision swimming, as I felt the tendrils of sleep begin to join the other tentacles. I floated above them, cradled in the soft support of Josie’s hair, and I began to drift away to thoughts of Melissa’s smile…

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