Growing into the Job, Post 463: A Morning Together, p4

Mmmph! It’s like I titfucked his whole body, and now he’s gone limp. Soon enough…haha…soon enough it will be like all of him will fit in therrrre.

She held him like that for a long while, cooing clucks and purrs, enjoying the feeling of just holding him, and letting him enjoy the warm strength of her body as the hot water bathed them both, keeping him wet and smooth in her hands. After a bit, she took, finally, to cleaning herself up. With him still in her arms, held to her hip like a small child, she washed herself, scrubbing off last evening and letting this morning slip away. When she was finished, she rinsed them both off, finally planting a playful kiss on the top of his head.

The water finally shut off with a heavy <clunk>, and a brief silence filled the small, steamy bathroom. As Melissa leaned down to turn the knob, her broad hip bumped into Dr. J's face, causing him to stumble back a little, and wake from his stupor. He’d been staring.

Melissa giggled softly, her rich, womanly laughter echoing in the cramped stall. “Oops, sorry baby,” she said, glancing down at him with an affectionate grin. “It’s just… crazy, isn’t it? How much more space I take up now…and how much less space you take. I do have to be careful.”

There was no malice in her words, only a tone of wonder, almost as if she herself was still wrapping her head around the sheer size difference between them. But The reality of it all, though, was becoming impossible to ignore. The shower, once almost comfortable enough for two people to share, now felt suffocating with her in it. Her broad shoulders nearly brushed the glass door, her head peeked over the top of the enclosure. Every movement she made caused the tiny stall to groan in protest; she had to be so delicate with it, the walls seeming to shrink around them every time she took a breath. Her presence seemed to fill the space entirely.

Melissa lightly pushed open the rickety glass door, water dripping down her long, powerful, outrageously curvy frame. The mirror above the sink immediately, as fogged as it was, still managed to catch her attention. It reflected the image of them standing side by side. Jay was dwarfed by her, and barely came up to her waist. His wet hair was slicked back and clinging to his head, while his body looked impossibly small and weak. Next to her, almost delicate like-

Melissa shuddered, then her eyes lit as they caught his gaze in the mirror. A slow, teasing grin spread across her face, her hand coming to rest lightly on his shoulder as if to ground him as they both looked in the mirror. “Look at us, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quietly electrified intensity. Her reflection loomed over his, the stark contrast between their sizes like something out of a dream, or maybe a fantasy of his. “I remember when I was no taller than you, maybe even shorter.” She paused, letting the memory linger in the steam-filled air before stepping forward, gently guiding him out of the shower. “Now,” she continued, her voice softer but thick with amazement, “now, I’m like a giant next to you.”

Dr. J, only glancing up at her towering figure, looked back at the mirror, unable to find words.

 Melissa ran a hand down her own body, tracing the curve of her hips and thighs, admiring how they seemed to fill even the space of the whole bathroom so effortlessly. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she rested her hand back on his small shoulder, the size of her palm nearly swallowing it whole.

“Guess someone’s been growing a lot lately,” she teased, laughing softly. “And, I'll give you a hint…it’s, like, not you, huh?”

“Melissa…” Dr. J mumbled, his voice barely audible, a mix of embarrassment and resignation seeping into his tone. He didn’t want to admit how much the comparison bothered him, but it was absolutely now impossible to escape - no matter how hard he might try. The size difference between them, he knew, had become more than just physical and it was a constant, looming presence in their relationship. A small voice in the back of his head, again, wondered why he hadn't gone to get this checked out by a specialist weeks ago.

Melissa, sensing his discomfort and reluctance, gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, her tone softening just a little. “It’s okay, baby. I’m just teasing,” she said, though the excitement in her voice was still unmistakable. She loved it, and part of her knew that deep down, he did too. “Besides,” she continued, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, “I think you like how much room I take up.”

She looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with a playful glimmer as her hand slid from his shoulder to his back, pulling him closer into her naked warmth. “Doesn’t it feel nice?” she purred, her voice dropping to a low whisper, filled with just a hint of wonder. “Having so much of…so much of me all around you? Like a big, comfy bed, or a nest, a place to live.” She shuddered again, and this time he felt it, as if it shook the bathroom around them. “Would you ever really want to leave?”

Dr. J swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her presence enveloping him even more completely. It was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting, the way her body surrounded him, made him feel small and protected. But the reality of it - how much bigger she was, how he was shrinking - was something he couldn’t fully ignore.

Melissa, preternaturally sensitive to his emotions, gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from his forehead. “Or, am I more than you can handle?” she teased again, though this time there was something deeper in her words, as if she, too, was coming to terms with the vastness of her growth. Her body was transforming, evolving in ways that seemed almost impossible, and yet here she was - taller, stronger, more dominant than she had ever been before. Moreso, even, than yesterday. And, with the way things were going, there’ll be even more of me tomorrow.

She tilted her head slightly, watching him with a mixture of affection and curiosity. “You know,” she mused, running her fingers lightly through his damp hair, “we should measure ourselves again, when we’re done, just to see.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement, the idea of confirming her growth filling her with a quiet thrill.

Dr. J looked up at her, blinking. “Measure?” he echoed, though he already had been through this, and knew what it meant.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, her grin widening. “I told you. I think I’ve gotten taller since yesterday…and, well…” I think you shrunk a lot, just yesterday. “We should check where you’re at too, right? Just so we know.”

He hesitated, the idea unsettling. Part of him realized it already, but it was so much easier to deal with if he didn’t know, see the numbers. It was so much easier to ignore that way. He couldn’t have lost any height since Randi measured him on Thursday, right? He was 4’7” then. The thought gnawed at him. Really, he didn’t want to know, didn’t want to measure, but Melissa’s eager expression and the way she was now practically bouncing on her toes in excitement made it hard to say no.

“Okay,” he relented quietly, though the anxiety still gnawed at his gut.

“Oh good!” she chirped, bending down to press a kiss to his wet head. “But let’s get you dried off, first.”

Melissa reached for one of the thin, white bath towels hanging on the small rack beside them. The already small bathroom felt even smaller with her towering presence, but she moved with a smooth grace despite the cramped space. Without a word, she wrapped the towel around herself first, securing it tightly just above her formidable chest. The terrycloth fabric clung to her curves, struggling to fully cover the expanse of her hips, and barely reaching much past her sex to the beginning of her upper thighs. Her long, muscular legs, still glistening with droplets of water, stretched fully out beneath the towel, making it clear just how much larger she had become.

Dr. J stood there quietly, his body feeling cold and small now that the steaming hot warmth of the shower had dissipated. He studied how Melissa moved, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, from the way the towel hugged her form to the damp strands of her dark hair that clung to her shoulders. 

He watched as, without a word, Melissa reached for the second towel and then, with the same careful attention and care she’d used in the shower, she knelt to a crouch in front of him. The movement was graceful, almost reverent, as though she was positioning herself to tend to something precious. He looked at her and, for a moment, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Even in her lowered position, her eyes were still level with his, if not a touch higher. The disparity in their sizes was inescapable, a constant reminder that even when she lowered herself, she remained above him. But it was not the height difference that made him nearly gasp. In that moment she was utterly breathtaking. Even without the makeup she usually wore, having scrubbed off the last of last night’s in the shower, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In fact, without it, there was something more natural, almost primal, about her beauty. Her skin glowed vibrantly, still flushed from the warmth of the water, and her face - though free of any artifice - seemed more dazzling than ever.

She slowly unfolded the towel and looked at him, her smile soft, tender, her eyes shimmering with that familiar warmth that always made him feel both safe and small. But there was something more to it. She seemed to be glowing with a kind of strength that went beyond her physical presence, a confidence that radiated from her in waves.

She began gently drying him off, slowly wiping at each part of his body. Starting at his shoulders and working her way down, her big, strong hands moved with deliberate care. He could only stand motionless, watching her as she worked. Drying his chest, arms, and back, she eventually made her way between his legs. She was so close to him, her touches were so soft and deliberate. Her wet hair hung down in loose, damp waves, and, as she moved, it would occasionally brush against him, tickling and cool along his skin. Standing there, he barely had the capacity to notice; all of his attention was entirely on her. He focused on the way her lips curved into a small smile as she dried him off so intently. Her hands, despite their size and strength, were toweling him off so deftly, and delicately, over his skin.

She shifted slightly, crouching lower to dry his legs, and he watched her powerful legs flex, thigh muscles bulging. There in that quiet moment and aware of his admiring gaze, as she dried him off she hummed a soft tune under her breath, her voice low and melodic. She moved around him with ease, never once seeming impatient or hurried, as though this was the most important thing she could possibly be doing right now. She was taking care of him, ensuring he was warm and dry. He caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes focused, her expression calm and content. Again he was overwhelmed by her beauty in this moment. Stripped of anything artificial, Melissa was like some kind of natural goddess - he knew she wasn’t an angel - powerful yet serene. Her damp skin shimmered under the halogen light of the bathroom, and, even without trying, she filled this otherwise dingy space, with her presence and beauty.

As she gently ran the towel over his body, Melissa was still well aware of his eyes on her. He was watching her, focused on her, following her every movement. It wasn’t new. Men had been staring at her like that for as long as she could remember. At first, when she was much younger, it made her uncomfortable, and then later, it was just a part of life, something she had learned to tolerate, to expect, without thinking too much about it. But with him, with Jay, it was different.

His gaze wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just lust or curiosity like she’d seen in so many others. No, his gaze seemed to fill her in a way nothing else did. It was like a warm shaft of sun she could bathe herself in, and the more the light of his stare warmed her, the more she felt whole - like there was a piece of her that only he could touch, a piece that was coming alive under the sunbeams of his attention. And, now, it was growing bigger day by day.

She loved it. No, more than that, she craved it. If I could have my way, he would never be able to look anywhere else. His eyes would just be for me. The idea made her giggle, softly. She could keep him here, by her side, fixed on her as if she were his entire world. Because in a way, she already was. He can't last two days without me anymore. The thought sent a dark, quickly mercuric shiver through her, but then a soft warmth blooming in her chest as she carefully started to scrub-dry his hair. His eyes were rapt, right on her face.

She smiled. That's right, this is where he belongs, she thought. He belongs right here, with me, looking at me like that. Forever.

When she moved back up to his hair, gently lifting the towel to begin rubbing it over his damp head, she scrubbed softly but thoroughly. Her large hands practically engulfed his skull as she worked, but her touch was still careful, tender. Each movement seemed to carry an unspoken affection. There was an intimacy to it, one that went beyond just drying his hair. She was protecting him, providing for him, making sure everything was taken care of.

And yet, despite the gentleness of her actions, Dr. J couldn’t shake the feeling of just how vast the difference between the two of them had become. Melissa's strength, her size, the way she moved so easily around him - it was as though she had started becoming something more, something beyond human. And while he had always known she was beautiful, in this moment, as she stood  before him, she seemed so much more than just beautiful. She was, for lack of a better term, overwhelming. Basking in her presence, he couldn't help but wonder: were his feelings for her ‘love’, or was it something else? Despite the hedonistic pleasure of the morning, the thought still nagged at him.

As she finished drying his hair, Melissa sat back slightly, onto her haunches, her eyes finding his. Her smile was warm, playful even, but there was a softness to her gaze, a kind of unspoken understanding. She could sense how quiet he had been, how much he had been focused on her, quietly standing there, and thinking.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness, “My little man, all clean and dry.” She reached out and ran her fingers lightly through his mostly-dry hair proudly, possessively, her touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “You’re being such a good boy for me, you know that?”

Dr. J swallowed, his throat tight, the weight of her presence pressing down on him. He didn’t speak; again, he didn’t know what to say. The words wouldn’t come, even if he tried. All he could do was nod, feeling a warmth spread through his chest, a strange mix of comfort, doubt and awe.

Melissa’s smile deepened, she watched his knees twitch as if she could sense everything he was feeling, even without him saying a word. “You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured, her hand resting gently on his shoulder again. “I’ve got you, and it’s okay. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

As she stood back up to her full height, she made sure he noticed how she towered over him once again. She wanted him to feel even smaller than before. And yet, in her presence, she didn’t want that smallness to feel like a disease, a sickness, a problem. Around her and her girls, it should feel like something else entirely, like he was becoming a part of their world, a world where she was at the very center, and he was safe in her orbit.

She put her hand on his bare back, and guided him out of the bathroom. Even outside the doorway, the air was warm, and slightly thick with steam. The weight of her last words had settled over them both, but there was measurement to be done. For Melissa, the thought of measuring herself again - seeing how much taller she’d become - sent a surge of excitement through her, while for Dr. J the idea only heightened his growing sense of loss and his dependence on her. He knew, with every inch she gained, and with every inch he lost, the balance between them would continue to shift. And it was getting more and more dramatic with each passing day.

So, with a sudden, eager, energy that she couldn't quite contain, Melissa quickly grabbed a pencil and a tape measure from around the kitchen. She seemed to know exactly where they were and, standing in front of the cheaply made wall mirror in his main room, she pulled out the measuring tape and pressed it flat against the plaster wall. "Alright, stand here,” she said, gesturing him over. He walked towards the wall slowly, and reluctantly, naked as the day he was born as Melissa tried her best to keep her new, growing impatience from seeping into her tone. “C’mon, babe, you first!” She could already see how much he was shivering after only a few moments on his own. Ooh! Come on baby, do this for me. Stand there and let me see just how small you are. Then, mommy can warm you up after.

Dr. J , a bit begrudgingly, stepped into place, and Melissa bit her lip to stop herself from grinning too widely. “Let’s see…” she mused, feigning a detached, clinical interest as she leaned in and marked the top of his head. She could feel him hesitating, growing more anxious. He didn't want to face the truth, and it was absolutely adorable. After a moment, let him step away and tried not to look too eager as she checked the measurement. “Four-foot-six,” she announced softly.

His eyes widened. He had been taller than that just two days ago, he was sure of it. “Four-six?” he echoed, feeling a sinking sensation in his chest.

Even a little under, she thought, protecting him from the actual number. Fractions are hard haha.

Melissa, sensing his dismay, quickly moved to distract him before he had time to get upset. “Okay, my turn!” she chirped, putting her back to the wall and asking him to hold the tape in place for her, as best he could. More sunbeams - some from the actual window, this time - ran across her, lighting her torso in dramatic shadows. In her too-small bath towel, she was an hourglass vision of female perfection as she stretched herself up tall, pressing against the wall as straight as she could. She needed to hold the towel to her chest to keep it from opening, and she already noticed him looking at her long, bare, smooth and softly muscular legs, still glistening ripely from the shower.

“Did you like it when I showed them off last night?”

“y-yes…” he admitted, suddenly catching himself staring. 

“Shh…Shhhh, it’s okay to look,” she assured him, before slowly marking her height and turning to read the tape. “I don’t mind the attention. It helps make them longer.”

Her eyes silently widened with excitement as she glanced at the measurement, paused, and then glanced again. “Six-nine and…what's that…a quarter?” 

She smiled pulling the tape down, so that he could see the number. 

“Yes, eighty-one and a quarter inches,” he confirmed, feeling both his heart sink and his loins stir, “S-six-nine and a quARTer,” He flushed, hearing how his voice cracked.

Melissa shrieked, finally unable to keep her calm facade. “I definitely grew last night!” she squealed, “I’m bigger than I was yesterday!” For a moment, she stood there, practically vibrating with enthusiasm and energy. Thoughts were racing through her head. Was it the party? Was it all those people? Was it my manifestations, me telling myself that their attention would make me bigger, making it happen? Her energy, the excitement of her potential discovery, was making her giddy with the possibilities, and it all threatened to burst forth from her like a bomb. But then, she caught herself. Looking down, she realized Dr. J’s face had paled, and she realized too late how her excitement might be coming across. Her joy was, yes, uncontainable - she just loved getting bigger, stronger, taller and more powerful, she lived for it almost as much as she lived for him - but she also knew how quickly he was shrinking, and how he felt about it. He was shrinking so fast it scared him.  Well, it scares part of him anyway, offered one of the voices in her head, the part we really like is more haha agreeable. Anyway, the last thing she wanted was for him to feel vulnerable or anxious about it, at least when he was around her. She was here to help that.

Immediately, Melissa softened her tone, leaning down gently to look him in the eyes. “I know it seems like a lot,” she said, delicately cupping his face with her large hand, “but it’s going to be okay, baby. I’ll always take care of you.” She searched his eyes, looked in to read him as best she could. “This isn’t a, like, bad thing, right?” She smiled. “You’ve been feeling safe with me, haven’t you?” she questioned him, probing, hoping that she could make it true just by saying it aloud, “You like when I help you with things, right?”

Dr. J swallowed, his mind racing. He knew there was truth in what she was asking. He had become more and more dependent on her recently, whether he liked to admit it or not. Her size, her strength, her nurturing nature, it all made him feel protected in a way he hadn’t expected. The realization that he was shrinking so quickly, however - and that Melissa seemed thrilled about it - sent a nauseous wave of unease through him. How much smaller would he get? How much bigger could she possibly grow? Didn’t that worry her in the least? And, if it didn’t, what did that mean for their relationship? For their future?

Melissa, sensing his hesitation, leaned in closer, her voice soft, but still filled with the unmistakable tinge of excitement. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but think about it,” she began, “this means I’m, like, better equipped to take even better care of you, Jay. You won’t have to worry about anything if I get big enough. I’ll always be there to carry you, to protect you, to make sure you’re always happy.”

He looked up at her, her towering presence so powerful, yet so nurturing. There was something oddly comforting in the way she spoke to him, as though this growing size difference was always meant to be. But, still, the thought of shrinking even more, of becoming so small that he’d have to rely on her for everything, made his heart race - in anxiety, and in something darker..

“You’ll be alright, Jay,” she whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. “We’ll be alright. I can do it all, everything for you. It’s just…” She paused, looking for the right way to say it. “...it’s just another way I get to show you how much I care.”

He nodded slowly, but, inside, he couldn’t help but wonder how much further this could go. How much bigger would she become? And, more pressingly… how much smaller could he get?

Still naked, now, he was not only shivering, but bouncing a little from foot-to-foot.

Melissa looked at him, cocked her head, and started to giggle. “Why are you jigging around so much?” she asked, with a wry smile.

"I kinda…ummm…have to pee," he mumbled, his face flushing red. He felt like a child caught in a moment of embarrassment.

“Aww, cutie! Why didn’t you just say so??” she laughed, looking down at him with an even greater conviction that he was the most adorable thing in the whole wide world. Without hesitation, she reached out her hand to him. “C’mere, let’s go-”

"Wait, what?" His heart skipped a beat.

Before he could react, Melissa had taken his hand, her large fingers curling effortlessly around his smaller ones. She gave him a gentle tug, her smile widening as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

"Melissa, wait! N-no, haha, I’m… I’m f-fine," he stammered, pulling back slightly, trying to regain some sense of control. But Melissa’s grip was firm, absolutely unyielding. He was being led back towards the bathroom.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" she asked, her tone matter-of-fact, almost like she was asking if he needed a glass of water. "I can help you if you’re feeling tired or weak."

"I don’t need help with that," he replied quickly, his voice defensive. He could feel his pride crumbling already. "No, no… I’m fine, really. I can do it myself."

Melissa, trying her best to be patient, stopped and gave him a soft, understanding smile. "Jay, it’s okay," she said, gently looking down to him, her voice full of warmth, "I heard about how you didn’t let Josie and Lakshmi help you yesterday morning. You know, when you had to pee, so let’s work on that. You have to learn that when you’re around us-”

“M-Melissa, n-no-”

“…you don’t have to do everything by yourself, sweetie,” she finished, her voice already settled in determination, “Let me help you, please." Her words weren’t a question. I am going to take care of you, whether you like it or not.

Before he could protest further, she began leading him again back into the small bathroom. Her hand never let go of his, as if she could sense his reluctance and knew that her touch and insistence would quell it. As they stepped inside, she closed the door behind them, and with a quiet click, they were sealed in together, the rest of the world pushed away. The space felt, once again, impossibly small with her in it. Her presence filled every corner, and with it his will was becoming an afterthought. 

“Melissa, y-you don’t have t-t-to-”

"Oh, shush, I don’t mind, really," she whispered softly, crouching down slightly so they were almost at eye level. "I want to help with everything. Don’t you trust me?"

He hesitated, glancing away, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks again. "It’s…it’s not that I don’t trust you…”

“Then what is it, sweetie?” It’s your silly male pride again, isn’t it?

“It’s just… it’s embarrassing," he mumbled.

"There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about around me,” she said, pragmatically, “especially when it concerns me taking care of you." Lecturing him, she felt as though she were instructing a small child. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle but firm. "I love you, Jay. You agree you’re mine to protect," Melissa said, her voice soothing and confident. Her eyes looked into his and shone with a sincere mixture of tenderness and fierce devotion. "I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you."

Melissa lifted the toilet lid with a casual flick of her wrist, and stood him directly in front of it, positioning him as if this was the most natural thing in the world. 

He stood there, frozen, and naked, while Melissa - still wrapped in her bath towel - crouched alongside him. He was unsure of what to do in this absurdly horrifying moment. His mind spinning with the reality of what was about to happen. "But…I can do it myself…" he stammered again, weakly protesting in a voice that trailed off, sounding even more like a child.

"Jay, don’t be silly," she said, her smile changing but never faltering, "I know you can do it yourself, but why would you have to when I’m, like, right here? Let me take care of it for you." She crouched down even lower, her eyes level with his, the height difference still unmistakable. "It’s just me, baby. You’re mine to protect, to look after. And I want to take care of everything.” She paused, and now looked down at his flaccid penis, which, with its size, hung down to his knees. “Even this."

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn’t come. His throat felt dry, and the undeniable truth was that a part of him, a deep and growing part, wanted her to help, wanted to let her take care of him even like this, as much as it embarrassed him.

“Don’t worry, Jay," Melissa whispered, leaning in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You can relax. I want to hold it when you pee."

His heart thudded in his chest, the words hanging in the air between them. The intimacy of it, the way she said it, felt both comforting and completely overwhelming. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded.

Melissa’s smile softened as, with deliberate care, she reached for him, her fingers gentle as they took hold. His body tensed, but she moved with such grace and confidence, so effortlessly, that he couldn’t help but let go of the tension.

"There you go," she murmured as he began to urinate, her voice low and soothing, "See? There’s nothing embarrassing about this.” She admired his stream, which for such a little guy seemed strong, the thrumming sound of it like music to her. His urine was a beautiful golden color, and had begun to turn the water yellow. She purred to him again, indulgently, a reward for his capitulation. “I love taking care of you, Jay, all of you,” she said, “I’ll do anything for you, you know that? Anything.” 

Images went through both their heads, unspoken new intimacies, shared. He didn’t respond, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and - to his shame - something coming dangerously close to contentment.

“You just have to let me help, okay? You can trust me."

“O-okay…” he managed, still peeing into the bowl. As he relieved himself, his eyes flickered to her face. She was watching him with an expression that made his stomach twist with a confusing mix of emotions. There was no judgment in her gaze, only pure affection and pride, as if this were the most natural and loving thing she could do. He still wasn’t sure. “M-Melissa…I…I…”

“Shhhh…shhh. I know, I know,” she stopped him, still directing his member as it urinated, “I know. You already told me that you’re not a baby, earlier.” 

“y-yeah…”

“But, you have to admit it,” she continued, suddenly gently stroking him mid-pee, “wouldn’t I make a great mommy?”

“Nnnnnggh…” he grunted, shutting his eyes. 

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?" Melissa giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with a playful light as she watched a new struggle overtake him. "See? That's not so bad, right? Imagining it? Open your eyes, Jay. Look at me.”

His watery eyes fluttered open, turning to meet hers. 

“There you go, yeah. Not so bad…” she cooed, starting to slowly stroke him again. He was, in her hand, suddenly starting to pee less and harden more. “In fact…I think you kind of like this." She gave him a wink, her voice teasing, but full of affection. "It’s okay that you like to be babied. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to be ashamed of. I like it too.” Her strokes were still slow, but they’d accomplished their goal. He was now hard in her hand, his stream cut off by erection. “I’m here for you. Always. For everything."

Her hand, now, stroked him firmer and firmer, her breathy voice came closer to his ear. “Always,” she purred, “For everything. Gonna be such a good mama for you…”

She smiled when he groaned - he liked that - and stroked, she stroked and stoked, and very soon not only was he fully stiffened, shaking, his legs beginning to quiver and his throat making little grunting noises, but he was coming, great bursts, which she directed down into the toilet. 

“There you go, that’s right,” she cooed, “get it out, get it all out. Mama will help.”

He was coming, climaxing by her hand into the toilet, and he was collapsing. She’d been ready, and caught his lower back and butt with her free hand. She steadied him, slowly pumping him and his jizz into the toilet, supporting him now until he was empty. He was groaning, groaning, but now he was-

“Done?” she chirped, like a mother hen to its chick, “All done baby boy?”

He groaned again, causing her to laugh. 

“Ohhh sweetie, good boy. You’re done.” Once he was finished, Melissa gently released his cock and, taking him with her, stood up. She cradled his body, his head on her shoulder, towering over the scene. Her eyes were soft and full of love. "You’re such a good boy,” she whispered to him, “Everytime you need help with this, now, will you promise me you’ll say something? Me, or one of the girls, are going to do it just like that. Doesn't that sound nice?" She bent her head down to kiss his forehead. "I’m proud of you for letting me help."

He felt her fingers lightly brush through his hair before she stooped to flush the toilet. There was a finality to the sound that made him feel both relieved, humiliated, and deeply changed. Something about this moment had shifted the dynamic between them yet again.

Melissa straightened, her damp hair falling over her shoulders, and gave down to him one last look, her smile widening. "Now we’re all set, huh?" she said brightly, wrapping her arms around him tighter, "Ready for whatever the day brings."

Dr. J looked up at her, his mind retreating already from what had just happened but unable to escape the feeling that their relationship was evolving, changing again into something he hadn’t fully understood…until now.

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hiding behind rocks from the all-seeing eye by not posting images still seems to be working so far. visuals will still likely end up in the final Book when it's published.

 thank you muchly, RiF, for thine edits.