Growing into the Job, Post 495: Netflix and Chill, p2

I smiled to myself, still holding you cradled against my shoulder, your little body limp and relaxed in my arms. You were warm and soft, your breath slow and steady against my neck. I sniffed your hair. God, I loved moments like this - and I loved you! - after an orgasm, exhausted, when you let yourself be completely vulnerable, completely mine. It made me think so much of the future, us together in ways we can’t even imagine yet. Well, I imagine them all the time…and haha maybe you do too. 

With one hand, I gently rubbed your back, my fingers tracing soothing circles through the thin fabric of your shirt. You let out this tiny sigh, like you were melting even further into me, and it made my heart swell.

On the TV, Congresswoman-elect Sara Zazanetti’s voice drew my attention back to the screen. She was leaning forward slightly in her chair, her perfectly tailored blazer falling open just enough as she spoke with conviction. Her hands moved as she talked, her manicured nails flashing with every gesture.

“You see, the issue isn’t just about equality anymore,” she was saying, her voice firm but almost maternal, “It’s about recognizing the innate strengths that women bring to leadership -  strengths that have been systematically undervalued for centuries. We’re not just talking about representation. We’re talking about transformation.”

I glanced down at you, still nestled against me, and felt you stir slightly. You were listening, weren’t you? Even half-asleep, you were paying attention.

Sara Zazanetti continued, her tone growing even more impassioned. “Imagine a world where these strengths are not just acknowledged but embraced. Where women’s leadership isn’t the exception any more, it’s the standard. It’s the law. This isn’t just about taking away opportunities from men - though, I agree, sometimes we need to do that too. It’s about creating a society where everyone thrives under dictated female leadership because, frankly, we’re better at it.”

I smirked a little, my hand still patting your back as I leaned my head closer to yours. “Hear that, sweetie?” I murmured, my voice soft but teasing. “We’re better at it.”

You didn’t respond, but I could feel the subtle tension in your body, the way your fingers curled slightly against my shoulder. I let out a quiet laugh, kissing the top of your head. “Relax, baby,” I whispered. “You’re doing just fine under my leadership, aren’t you?”

Ms. Zazanetti’s voice pulled my attention back to the screen. “Another one of the most transformative ideas we’re exploring, this upcoming congress,” she said, her expression thoughtful, “is the concept of ‘structured male dependency’. Not as a punishment, but as a way to alleviate the pressures and expectations that have weighed on men for generations. We’re talking about giving them the freedom to focus on what we need them inclined towards - emotional connections, support of their partners - while we take on the heavier burdens of leadership and decision-making.”

She leaned forward even more, her hands clasped together as she gave the camera a whole lotta boob now while adding, “In fact, we’re already seeing incredible examples of this shift in action. I’ve heard so many stories, talking to people during my campaign. Mothers, daughters, wives. Women rising in ranks in education and business. For example there’s a young woman - I won’t call her out by name, though I’m guessing your viewers are going to start to know about her soon enough - who’s recently risen to take on a major role at a cutting-edge medical facility. Not only has she stepped up to lead with vision and power, but she’s taking this ‘structured male dependency’ of her previous boss to whole new levels.”

EEEeeeeek!!!

My breath caught, and I felt a warm flush rise to my cheeks. “Jay did you hear that!?!” I squealed, your body immediately tensing up against me. Oh, you were definitely awake now. “She was talking about us!! Talking about me!!” I mean, she didn’t say my name, but she didn’t have to!! There’s no way she could’ve been talking about anyone else!

Onscreen, Sara smiled, her tone growing even more impassioned. “This kind of leadership - where women empower not just themselves but others around them - this is the future we’re building. And the best part? It works. It’s creating healthier, happier, more productive environments where everyone thrives.”

I tightened my arms around you slightly, resting my chin on top of your head as I tried to keep my emotions in check. “Did you hear that, Jay?” I repeated, my voice suddenly soft but still tinged with pride. “She’s talking about us. About Far Horizons. About me. On national TV.”

Your body tensed up more on my shoulder, and I could practically feel your mind racing. “Sh-she didn’t actually say your name…it could have b-” you muttered weakly, but your voice was small, unsure.

“She didn’t have to,” I said, a grin tugging at my lips. I understand this is hard for you but... “C’mon, you know it’s about me. About us. About everything we’re building together.”

Still patting your back, I leaned down to your ear. “And did you hear that? What she called it?” I murmured, my voice playful and now energized. “‘Structured male dependency’. Doesn’t that sound nice? No more stress, no more pressure…just letting women - just letting me - take care of everything.”

I could feel your breath hitch, your head turning slightly against my shoulder like you wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how. That’s okay, baby…you’ll learn.

“C’mon, baby,” I said softly, easing you off my shoulder and into my lap. “Sit up and watch with me. I think this part’s important.”I settle

d you between my legs, your back resting against me as I wrapped my arms loosely around your chest. You felt so tiny in my lap, like you belonged there, and it made me smile. You tried looking up and back at me, but I think all you got was my chest and bra haha...

On the screen, Sara Zazanetti was leaning back in her chair now, her expression confident. “We’re not just talking about policies,” she said. “We’re talking about a cultural shift. A world where men feel empowered to let go of toxic expectations and embrace a more supportive, nurturing role in society. Imagine what we could achieve if men didn’t have to fight for dominance, if they could instead find fulfillment in collaboration and support.”

I rested my breasts lightly on top of your head, my fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your stomach. “Sounds pretty nice, doesn’t it?” I murmured, my voice low and warm. “No more fighting, no more struggling. Just women…just me, taking care of you.”

I felt your breath catch again, your hands twitching slightly in your lap. Oh, you were so cute when you got all flustered like this. And, good boy, you’re getting hard for me again. 

Sara Zazanetti smiled on the screen, her voice growing softer but no less firm. “The world is changing,” she said, “and it’s time we all change with it. Not out of fear, but out of hope - for a future where we all thrive together, led by the strength and wisdom of women.”

I reached down a bit and gently placed my hand over your new erection, comforting it, pushing it down onto your belly. “Don’t you think that sounds nice, Jay?” I asked, my tone as sweet as I could make it, “A future where we all, like, work together…with me leading the way, of course?”

“Y-you mean here? At Far H-Horizons?” you asked, struggling to not push your hips up into my hand and starting humping it to another come, “or…like…everywhere?”

“You mean me leading the way…for the world?” Now there’s an interesting idea haha. Not that I hadn’t ever considered it but…first time I’d heard it spoken out loud. It sounded nice.

“y-y-yeah..?” you answered. Oooo I could hear that in your voice, the tentativeness. 

“I don’t know…let’s see how big I can get.” I let out a contented little sigh and leaned back agiainst the couch, crossing my legs around you and making sure you got a good look at how long they were compared to yours.

The Congresswoman-elect had continued talking onscreen. We’d missed a little but I didn’t think she was talking about me anymore so it was okay. 

“And let’s not underestimate the power of media in this transition,” she was saying, “Television, films, advertising - they’re all helping shape the narrative of this new era. We’re showing girls everywhere that it’s not just possible, but natural, to be in control. And for boys? We’re teaching them to admire and respect women as the superior force, through things like the video games they all love.”

She talked a little about the game that the streamer that was getting popular on Girltoob - Glitchgoddess, right? - had been playing. Then Sara leaned forward again, her tone becoming more direct and her boobs bulging again. “Look at the content we’re consuming. Look at the heroines on our screens, the female CEOs we celebrate, the narratives we push. This isn’t just entertainment. It’s education. It’s normalization. And it’s working.”

I watched you nod slowly, and knew your eyes glued to the screen, though I could tell you weren’t really absorbing what she was saying anymore. The crease in your forehead, the way you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt - all signs you were a little overwhelmed. Poor thing. You’d been through a lot today.

Commercial break - for BOOMfood, haha look at those ladies - but good time to switch gears.

“Hey,” I said gently, brushing my fingers along your arm. You flinched a little at the touch, like I’d pulled you out of a deep thought. “What do you say we turn this off and watch something fun? Just relax a bit?”

You hesitated, glancing up and back at me and then back at the screen. “Uh…sure,” you mumbled, your voice soft. I liked how you looked to me for approval. And you were tired, I could tell. So, so tired. 

I grinned, reaching to grab the remote. “Good, because I heard the new Attack of the 50-Foot Woman came out this week,” I said, my eyes adjusting perfectly to see the buttons, even in the dim light, “Josie and Lakshmi said it’s so good. Sydney Sweeney plays Nancy Archer, and I guess she looks incredible. Like, they had her work out and everything and - oh, you’ll probably love it - I guess her boobs are huge now...”

I could feel your eyes widen, your pulse quicken, and my crazy-sensitive hearing heard you open your mouth to protest. I knew that sitting here and watching a movie about a giant woman with big boobs (sound familiar, hun?) would make you nervous - but I didn’t want to give you a chance. I was already pulling up the streaming app and searching for the title. “C’mon,” I teased, “you’ll love it.”

Finding the movie, I hit <play>. The screen faded to black, and the opening credits started to roll, accompanied by some dramatic orchestra music.

The movie opened with a shot of Sydn - well, Nancy Archer - standing alone in a desert, gazing up at a fiery streak across the night sky. She had on this adorable little white sundress, and her blonde hair was whipping around in the wind. She looked really pretty. And yeah haha those boobs…

The big rock from space hit the ground with a massive <BOOM> that probably would’ve sounded great in the theater, but we were just watching this on his cheap tv. Anyway, it sent dust and debris flying everywhere. She shielded her face, her dress fluttering as a shockwave rolled over her and plastered her dress against her - wow.  Maybe it was surgery, or something else…but the camera angle made it hard to look anywhere else but at her chest. It got so big! Well, not next to me of course but…

“Very cool,” I commented, glancing down at you to see if you were paying attention. You were, though you felt a little tense, resting back up against me.

Nancy crouched down to examine the smoldering rock. The camera zoomed in on these glittering particles swirling around the meteorite’s surface. She reached out to touch them, and the music swelled ominously.

“That’s a bad idea,” you muttered under your breath.

I giggled.

The scene shifted to Nancy’s lab - she’s a scientist in this one, i guess -  where she was analyzing samples from the space rock. The movie did this fun little montage of her running tests and scribbling in her notebook while her husband, Harry, loitered in the background looking bored and unhelpful. 

“See, she’s, like, super-smart,” I said, nudging you again, “Kind of like me, huh?” Of course I was joking. I was growing so big in so many ways but I admit it - I was still half a ditz. 

You gave a weak chuckle to my joke, but I noticed how your shoulders tensed.

The next few scenes showed Nancy starting to feel the effects - tight clothes, at first, then she grew a few inches when she got mad at Harry for not coming home in time for dinner. That’s when she put it all together, and knew it was the space rock particles. “Oh my god, that’s so relatable,” I said, “Maybe I touched a meteor.”

You didn’t laugh this time. But you told me it was a ‘meteorite’, not a meteor, because it had-

Whatever. 

Anyway, sometimes I feel bad that I hadn’t really explained everything to you yet. Or, like, much of anything. How it wasn’t a meteor, making me this big. That my mom had a lot to do with it, that I’d been this way my whole life. 

Nancy, in private moments in the movie, seemed excited for what was happening to her - even though everyone else thought she should be more freaked out. Harry, on the other hand, was not handling Nancy’s changes well. There was this one scene where he tried to put his arm around her at a party, but she was already way taller than him in the heels she insisted on wearing, and it looked so awkward. He pulled his arm away, and you could see how emasculated he felt. I bit my lip, glancing down at you. Part of me suddenly wanted to…y’know…touch you again. But you’d gone even more quiet.

“Hey,” I said softly, pausing the movie for a moment. “You okay?”

You blinked, startled, and looked up at me. “Yeah,” you said quickly. “I’m fine. Keep it going.”

I hit <play> again, but I couldn’t help noticing the way your hands fidgeted in your lap as Nancy’s growth started to accelerate. There was this great scene where she measured herself in the lab and realized she was already over eight feet tall. She stood in front of the mirror, dressed like I was here - which is to say, in her underwear - staring at her reflection. The camera panned up her body, so slowly. 

“Wow,” I breathed, more to myself than to you, feeling the first pangs of something I wasn’t really used to feeling - jealousy. Weird, right? I knew it was just a movie but still. That camera was paying so much attention to her. “She looks amazing,” I admitted. 

You didn’t say anything, but I heard your throat bob as you swallowed hard.

I stretched my legs out again on the pullout couch, letting you settle back against me. Sitting between my legs, your small frame leaning into mine, your head just barely reached my chest. My arms draped loosely around your shoulders as we continued the movie. We saw Nancy outgrowing, like, everything. Her clothes, her lab, her house. 

Nancy had become, like, a lot by this point in the story. She was towering at - I dunno - twenty feet tall, maybe more. She’d also grown more confident, more playful, and was starting to treat the little people around her like they were cute little toys. Now this definitely makes me feel jealous, I caught myself thinking, and had my first misgiving, the thought that maybe we shouldn’t have watched this movie. Sometimes I get weird when I get jealous. My therapists would tell me: ‘breathe, Melissa, focus”. So I tried to breathe and focus. But then, omig-d, Nancy got even bigger...

Anyway, the scene showed her lounging in her backyard swimming pool, but honestly, it looked more like a giant bathtub the way she filled it. Her long legs stretched out, her toes playing on the pool’s one edge while she rested her back up against the other. The water lapped gently around her chest and if she hadn’t made the pool into a bubble bath we’d see her boobs. I’m glad you can’t see her boobs, I was thinking, because they’d be bigger than mine.

The special effects were, like, ridiculously good. You could see every droplet of water clinging to her skin, the way the ripples and bubbles moved so naturally around her. It didn’t look fake at all; it was seamless, like Sydney really was this impossibly giant woman just hanging out in a suburban backyard. 

“Wow,” I murmured, my voice low and maybe betraying my jealousy as the camera panned and zoomed in to Nancy’s big bosom rising just above the waterline as she sat up a little. The filmmakers really knew what they were doing, huh? The bubbles just barely covered her and made it clear how massive, how heavy, how soft, and how overwhelmingly a woman she was.

NNnngh I dunnnnno 

You shifted a little in my lap, and just like i was getting tense you were too

In the scene, Nancy was talking to Harry, who stood awkwardly by the pool, craning his neck to look up at her when she sat up a bit more. They had just been talking about some new product she was developing, to help women everywhere get bigger. He didn’t seem to like the idea haha. The camera framed him so small, like he was just some insignificant little bug-thing trying to hold a conversation with a goddess. She leaned towards him - making him step back - to rest her chin in one hand, her elbow propped lazily on the pool’s edge. Her other fingers twirled absentmindedly in the water, through the bubbles.

“So,” she said, her voice booming but still soft, still playful. “How’s it feel, Harry? Having such a…big wife?” She was smirking, and obviously found her new situation with her husband a bit amusing. Though she had no idea at the time we, people watching the movie, all knew he was a jerk. That he was cheating on her, trying to mess her up at work in figuring out the growth particles. 

Harry stammered something unintelligible, his discomfort written all over his face. The poor guy was obviously a little boob-monkey like you and didn’t stand a chance. He glanced nervously at her chest - just right there above the water - and I couldn’t help but feel even more jealous. The way the camera started slowly zooming in on her breasts, slowly filling the screen with them the way they were filling Harry’s world? You probably loved this part - probably too much. 

“You okay down there?” I interrupted softly, tilting my head to glance at you. I could just barely see you through my cleavage.

You looked up, muttered a little something to me, and then glued your eyes back to the screen. I could feel the tension radiating off of you, your little hands fidgeting with the edge of the blanket we’d pulled over us. Did you really like this, seeing boobs this big? Was it making you feel funny?

“C’mon, baby,” I whispered, giving your shoulders a playful nudge. “It’s just a movie. It’s not like…” I trailed off, my eyes flicking back to the screen.

Not like what? Not like I’m ever going to get that big? Hmmmmnnghh….

The more I watched Nancy lounging there, the more I started to see what was bothering you. This wasn’t just a movie about some random giant woman. This was a woman like me, wasn’t it? Beyond tall, beyond strong - too much for her husband to handle. And the way Harry looked at her…a mix of awe and fear, of discomfort and desire…it wasn’t so different from the way you looked at me sometimes, was it? Is this what you really wanted? A fifty-foot wife?

I frowned slightly, my fingers tightening on your shoulders. And okay, fine, maybe I was a little jealous. Not of Sydney Sweeney, exactly - ugh, okay, maybe a little, she’s so famous and everyone loves her so much - but of Nancy. Because here she was, this larger-than-life figure, and she wasn’t just a big, hot girl to you. She was a goddess, wasn’t she? At this size? Even if you’d never admit it, she was someone that would make you want to drop down to your knees and-

Oh g-d. My mind was getting muddy. 

I inhaled deeply, letting my perfumes adjust subtly, the way I’d been practicing, and I watched how your penis started to get hard again,. I didn’t want to overwhelm you, not completely - okay, maybe I did. But…just to ease the tension, right, to relax you? 

And to remind you that I was the one in control here. Not Nancy Archer, not Sydney Sweeney. Me.

“Hey,” I whispered, my fingertips brushing against the sides of your head. “Why don’t we pause the movie for a bit? You’ve had such a long day…”

You sighed softly, your body already beginning to relax against me. I smiled, pressing my fingers to your temples as I felt you start to melt into me. That was easy…I barely needed to say anything.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice low and soothing. “Just rest, sweetheart. I’ll take care of everything.”

Even though I couldn’t see your face, I could feel it: your eyes fluttered closed, and your breathing began to even out, slowing down. I leaned back against the couch, a smug little smile playing on my lips as looked into your head and saw what you were picturing. I giggled, and felt better. I glanced back at the screen. It was paused at a moment where all we could see was Nancy’s legs. Nancy might have been fifty feet tall, and though I knew I didn’t need to be her size to be your girlfriend…

…if that’s what you want.

Oh, my sweet Jay, you have no idea how much bigger I could get for you. Seeing you like this - small, quivering, completely reliant on me - it lights something up inside me that I can barely put into words.

I love you, not just for who you are, but for what you allow me to be. When I see you looking up at me with those wide, uncertain eyes, trembling as you try to keep up with everything happening, it makes me feel so powerful, so alive.

But it’s not just about power, baby. It’s about how much I want to care for you, how much I want to protect you and keep you safe. Watching you sit there earlier today, buckled into your little car seat, or shrinking right in front of everyone at lunch - and then not running to others for help? You’re trusting me with everything. You’re giving yourself to me so completely, and that fills me with so much love and pride that I can - eeek! - hardly stand it.

And the way you quiver when I touch you? Oh, sweetie, it’s adorable. It’s thrilling. It’s like you’re acknowledging, without even saying a word, that you know exactly where you belong - with me, beneath me, cared for by me. You already make me feel like the goddess I’ve always known I could be, and in return, I want to give you everything. Give me more power, and I can give you so much. 

So, yes, I love seeing you like this. I love the way you tremble when I speak, the way you gasp when I touch you. I love knowing that you’re mine - mine to hold, mine to cherish, mine to guide and protect l. And If I need to get to be fifty feet tall to do that I will. I promise you, Jay, I’ll pick you up, I’ll hold you and never let you go. I’ll keep you safe, keep you loved, and keep you exactly where you belong.

Right here. With me. There’s - omig-d - enough space in my bra for both of us. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” you asked, when I lifted you up, moved you to sit back against the couch in my place. 

“Shhh…lean back…” I whispered, as I took off your clothes. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed you. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Oh, baby, you’re so precious like this. Look at you, barely able to form words, trembling under my hands. Do you have any idea how irresistible you are when you’re like this? It’s like every little part of you was calling out to me, begging me to take care of you, to take charge.

I could see it in your eyes, Jay - the way they darted up to me as I took off my panties, unclipped my bra. Your eyes were so full of awe and helplessness. You’re trying so hard to be brave, to hold onto a shred of composure, but it’s slipping away, right? And that’s okay. It’s better this way, isn’t it? When you let go?

When you look up at me, so small and vulnerable, it does something to me, deep inside. My heart swells with love, Jay, this deep, overwhelming love that makes me want to wrap you up in my arms and shield you from everything. But it’s not just love. Oh no, it’s more than that.

It’s the thrill, baby. The thrill of seeing you like this, knowing that you’ve surrendered completely. Knowing that you trust me enough to let yourself be this small, this exposed. It’s intoxicating. You’re intoxicating.

And the way you shiver under my touch, when I put my huge hand on your thin little chest, almost covering it? The tiny gasps, the way your breath catches in your throat? It’s perfect, Jay. You’re perfect. You make me feel like I can do anything, like I can be anything. Your protector, your guide, your everything.

“So, no more trying to be strong, okay? No more pretending. Just let yourself feel it, let yourself fall into me. Because I’m here, baby. I’m always here. And I’ll always love you for exactly who you are - my sweet, small, trembling little man. My Jay. My everything.” 

Was I just saying all this out loud? I dunno haha whatever. 

I straddled you with my big, thick, womanly legs. 

“Oh, sweetie, you’re so small, aren’t you? So delicate, so helpless. Just look at yourself, trembling under me, unable to even hold your awe against the weight of me. It’s soooo adorable, really. You’re trying so hard to keep up, but we both know you can’t, don’t we?”

You nodded. Oh g-d, you nodded. 

“You’re tiny, Jay. So little. You barely even come up to my waist when we stand now - and even that feels like too much sometimes, doesn’t it? You want to be smaller, hm, don’t you? We’re going to the Regression Clinic tomorrow, you and me, our first appointment. They’re going to help you see how nice it can be, with you smaller and smaller and smaller. But….nnnngh! Mommy is so big already. What if I was huge? Every inch of you is already so soft and frail, but you could be like a little doll that needs to be cared for, protected. Do you want to be my doll, Jay? Even the smallest breeze of my breath makes you shiver already, doesn’t it? How would it feel if I was fifty feet tall…”

NnnnnGGGHHhhh…that’s right…inside me, just like that. Hold on, baby. 

“And those hands of yours, baby…yeah, hold them up to my hands. They’re so small compared to mine. My fingers wrap around yours completely, shielding them, owning them. And your legs? Did you see, at lunch, how they dangle when you sit, barely touching the ground like a - nnngh! - little kid’s?”

Like MY little kid’s.

“You’re helpless, Jay. But that’s okay. That’s what makes you so - omig-d, that feels so good - precious to me. You don’t have to be strong, because I’m strong enough for both of us. You’re going to see that tomorrow, Monday, in the huge new offices, with all the huge new girls - my girls. Me with my new job, you with yours. You don’t have to fight, because I’ll do the fighting. You don’t have to be in control, because I’ve got you under mine.”

“y-y-yours…” you sputtered. 

“You’re mine, Jay. My sweet, weak, helpless little man. And I’ll take care of you. Always.”

“y-yessss…”

“Now let me fuck you until you can’t see straight...”

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Thx to gts funk for orig syd-as-FFW-in-pool image (check him out on X), and EndlessRain for his security cam footage.