GITJ Post 422: Getting Ready for the Big Day, p3

Lakshmi stood in the doorway of Melissa’s bedroom, blocking my exit, her hands clasped behind her back, and the dimples of a mischievous smile dancing on her face. The three of us - she, Josie and I - were in our pink scrubs for the day. Theirs were tight, accenting their female curves, while mine were probably just about as small as one could buy. They hung on me like a scarecrow, much to the girl’s amusement. We all just got done sharing some, uh, intimate time together, and a text from Melissa had interrupted a second round of, uh…yeah. 

“wh-what?” I croaked out in confusion, my voice now the small and broken thing of a man who’d just seen what I’d just seen. Lakshmi on the scale, Josie and her hair. Seeing the impossibilities of what I’d witnessed made me shiver, and not just in fear. “D-doesn’t Melissa want us downstairs for breakfast?”

Aside from a sparkle in her dark eyes and a new crinkle to her smile, Lakshmi didn’t answer. Her friend did it for her. 

“Kiki really wants to carry you,” Josie said, her hair tickling the back of my neck. 

Lakshmi bit her lower lip, looked down at me. I’d just seen it with my own eyes: she’d maxed-out Melissa’s bathroom scale, somehow causing herself to climb three-hundred (and maybe more) pounds right before my eyes, with nothing visibly changing about her figure. She was also head-and-shoulders taller than me. That she could be strong enough to carry me down the stairs should have came as no surprise. 

“o-okay…” I agreed. 

Before I knew it, a hand was under my butt and I was sitting on Lakshmi’s broad hip, my arms around her neck. Settling me, she looked deep into my eyes. Josie stepped in close, joining in the intimacy. All three of us shared a moment as we stared at each other’s faces. Lakshmi’s darkly exotic, Josie’s the super-cute girl-next-door, mine tremulous and trembling. I was clearly distraught and mesmerized by the situation. As if noticing my discomfit, a serpent of Josie’s hair came out and caressed my cheek, seemingly of its own free will. 

I shivered.

Oh jesus. It wasn’t just Lakshmi’s weight that had freaked me out. Josie’s hair was almost more terrifying. It seemed to have a life of its own, animate. Slithering, serpentine and seemingly sentient. What sort of supernatural force was at work here?!? It didn’t make any sense! Nor did Randi’s mouth, for that matter, when she’d taken in my entire arm yesterday. And then there was Melissa’s, uh, everything. I’d lost track of all the unbelievable things I’d seen my young girlfriend do; she seemed to demonstrate some new unnatural ability every day. Strength, heightened senses, invulnerability. I was being forced to accept it: the women around me were becoming superhuman, and I was becoming…me. This. Barely four-and-a-half feet tall, seventy-three pounds, and with an erection that dominated nearly every waking moment.  It seemed nearly inexhaustible.

The girls might say that it was my superpower.

Lakshmi and Josie each giggled, seeing the consternation in my furrowed brow as we walked out from Melissa’s bedroom into the sunlit hall. Under Lakshmi’s mass - with mine added to her hip as well - the floorboards groaned. 

“Kiki you’d better get back to a normal weight or you might break Missy’s mom’s house,” Josie said. 

“Good idea <giggle!> That would be bad,” replied Lakshmi, and though she lost no strength, I could feel the density of her body fade back to something more standard. Our first step onto the stairs felt safe seemed safe and normal again. I glanced down the ‘v’ neckline of Lakshmi’s scrub top into her cleavage. 

Other footsteps approached, and as I looked up I saw a small group - four, maybe - of men, all in the simple brown coveralls that Melissa had our basement-dwelling denizens wear. Three of them were shaven of head, and each of them carried some tools. They were on the steps as well, silent, paused partway up the stairs on the first landing. They needed to get upstairs but were stood aside, heads cast down reverentially to let us by. The guys here to fix the bathroom, my guess.

“Thank you gentlemen,” Josie giggled, as we squeezed by them, “you guys have your work cut out for you up there.”

No response from any of the four, just timid nods. As we passed them, me still on Lakshmi’s hip, one of them briefly glanced up to make eye contact with me. In the brief second of his gaze I saw blankness, but then a flicker of so much more: fear, awe, confusion, all smothered under a blanket of a fealty not unlike a beaten dog’s. There was also a zealous rapture in it, and when he looked at me there was a connection, something we shared. 

He cast his eyes back down and murmured something as we passed; what it was I couldn’t hear. 

Lakshmi held me tighter, and we continued down to the bottom of the stairs.  

“Who’s that I hear???” Melissa’s singsong voice, from around the corner, came from the kitchen. When we three finally turned the corner, her smile was huge and wide and holy crap…

Our eyes met. She reached out her arms to me, and my eyes goggled as they drifted down. 

“Like it?? I told you I’d wear it for you!” she laughed, and when Lakshmi put me down, sitting me onto one of the high stools at the kitchen bar, Melissa hugged me right to it: the ultra-plunging neckline of the pink top she’d worn for her news interview. My cheek, mouth and nose mashed into her big bosoms, my eyes bulged, and she laughed and shook her upper body into my face. Suddenly I was buffeted, and then consumed by boob. 

“Which of the thousands of guys that saw you on the news wouldn’t want to be doing this right now?” Jodie chortled. 

“Melissa your breasts are so much bigger than his head,” Lakshmi added.

Melissa laughed, and pulled me in tighter.

“Take a deep breath, sweetie, lots of me,” she said down to the top of my head, “I’m putting on extra perfume for our special big day.”

I breathed in and, indeed, my lungs filled with an extra-strong dose of her. So thick, in fact, was her scent that it was hard to believe there was any oxygen in the breath I drew. It steadied me, it excited me, it focused me entirely on her. And, of course, it made my erection surge in my pink scrub pants.

“Oh he likes being with you, Mom,” Josie snickered.

“MmHm of course he does, he’s my precious little man,” Melissa said, taking the moment to pet my head, straighten my hair, fuss and fiddle over me. She giggled, seeing me rendered so helpless at her chest.  “So, I made you three some breakfast,” she told the girls, “Maybe you can help me feed him.”

Behind me, I heard the girls cooing, and clapping. They really liked teasing me, and in that moment I told myself I was just doing my best to play along. This was just a charade, right?

“I want him to try some solid foods again this morning, let's see how he does,” Melissa continued, “so I poured him some cereal-” 

“And toast!” I heard Josie exclaim, “You didn’t even burn the toast!”

”No haha!” I heard Melissa laugh, as she gently pulled my face out of her cleavage, straightening my hair again indulgently, “I’m getting to be a good cook!”

I looked up at her, up at Melissa, up at my Amazon girlfriend of an Office Manager and was immediately, again, struck dumbfounded by her beauty. Full makeup, but somehow still looking naturally lovely. There were times when Melissa was more than my failing mind could handle. This was one of those times. I was actually confused, flabbergasted by how goddamn gorgeous she was. Was this her perfume, again, working on me in ways I didn’t understand? Was it as I had started to fear, that she could actually alter how I saw her by adjusting the pheromones that came off her skin?? Could she increase my attraction to her by titering her own body’s chemicals, until I was like this - a near-gibbering sap for her? The thought was terrifying. If she could, then she held so much power.even without her colossal strength, or other uncanny abilities, she could do almost anything. She held so much power over me, and, even more frighteningly, over others. And she played with it so casually! How powerless was I, when faced with her, or Lakshmi, or Josie or any of her friends, these women she’d befriended and hired and surrounded me with?? How powerless would any of us be when faced with them?? They were all getting so goddamn strong, and tomorrow there’d be more than twice as many! If this growing horde of women wanted comeuppance for thousands of years of patriarchy, then it was all over. Men were fucking doomed.

These girls were blithely talking about breakfast, but I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I needed to know.

“M-Melissa?” I asked, my lower lip trembling as she continued to pet my hair, “Earlier, Josie’s hair was….was…alive.” My words came out one at a time as I watched for Melissa's reaction. It was only then that I realized I'd been holding my breath. The girls had stopped talking and were, the three of them, staring at me now. With Melissa's silent encouragement I took a breath, more perfumes, and pushed on. “And…Lakshmi. She…she made herself weigh more. And then there was Randi, her mouth-”

“And Amelia’s nails? Marisela’s wings?” Melissa added, gently.

Wait what the fuck is she talking about? Wings???

“And everything I can do?” she continued, “My voice, my breath, my stompy feet and big girl muscles?”

“y-y-yeah...” I stammered. Exactly. That. 

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t worry,” she cooed, like a mother comforting a frightened child, “You should be happy for us. We’re all here to help you, to protect you, and if we’re getting to be more and more like something out of your little comic books you should be excited. Because that means we can do everything for you that much better!”

“My c-comic books?” I stammered. Yes, I’d collected comics as a kid, maybe as an escape from the tough, parentless childhood I’d had. They’d made an impression on me, for sure, the heroes and (I shudder to think) the villains.

“I wanna be a superhero,” I heard Josie say from behind me, as her breasts squashed into my upper back and left shoulder. 

“Me too,” followed Lakshmi, boobs mashing in from the other side. 

“Protecting you from the big, bad world…” Melissa promised. 

I whined, casting my eyes down. Otherwise, I’d just be staring at Melissa’s tits. 

The three girls sang in unison: “Awwwww…!”

“Honey, you look exhausted,” Melissa cooed, caressing my cheek, “Being away from me all day yesterday was hard, hm? Leaving you here was tough on you wasn't it? Us being apart? I guess we can’t do that to you again.”

“Yeah he missed you so much,” Lakshmi offered in a knowing tone. 

Melissa giggled. “Awww. Well, I’ll make sure to keep you right at my hip from now on. I’ll bring you to work with me today? We can be together? Will that make you happy?”

Wait wasn’t this my office? My practice? Don't these girls work for me?? It kinda didn’t feel that way anymore. I should argue. 

Dammit though, I found myself nodding in agreement as I pictured it all.

“Haha, yeah, Daddy likes that idea,” Josie purred. 

“Good boy. Now, we have a big day ahead of us, cutie. The ribbon cutting, the news team will be there. And then the party’s tonight,” Melissa said, holding me by the shoulders, “everyone is going to be there, and they are just so excited to see you, see us together. So, let’s get some energy into you.” 

With the luscious bodies of Lakshmi and Josie still squashing into my upper back from behind, their hands possessively on my shoulders, I watched as Melissa turned and prepared cereal for me. Milk was poured into a bowl of what looked to be cheerios. Melissa giggled, and, next I knew, she had turned back, a bowl in one hand, spoonful of cereal in the other. 

“Open wide for the airplane…!” she sang, as the spoon approached and she ‘flew’ the spoon in to land.

“Melissa, please…” I complained, weakly. 

She knew, though, that I was beyond fighting the humiliation of this, of being fed like a toddler. She, i think, even enjoyed the grimace I gave her as she played her little game. She’d done this before, training me to accept it. The girls, too, had already seen it, and how I’d accepted the playful infantilizationt. I opened and-

Yuck. 

I could barely close my mouth around it. I forced a first chew, but then heard myself groan. 

“He doesn’t seem to like it, Missy,” Josie remarked. 

No -blech- it tasted terrible. Had the milk gone bad? The cheerios beyond stale? I opened my mouth; there was no way I could swallow this. 

“Here, that is okay, right into my hand sweetie,” Lakshmi said from aside me, offering her open hand right under my mouth. 

I couldn’t help it, I spit the half-chewed cheerios onto my young medical assistant’s palm. 

“Stay right there,” Melissa immediately said, grasping Lakshmi’s wrist as she moved to take it away. In her other hand she still held the spoon. She used it to scoop up what she could of the cheerio sludge. “What happens if we do this?” she smiled, a gleam  in her eye as she put the drooled-out mess into her own mouth. One, two careful chews and she carefully spit it back onto the spoon. 

“Let’s try again. Open up,” she offered, and without even a thought to the new indignity she urged my mouth open again and the newly-chewed cereal was in me. 

Oh, god help me, it tasted great. 

“He likes it!” Josie laughed, the three girls all watching me tentatively chew, and then swallow, my first bite of (almost) solid food in a while. 

“So you need to chew his food for him now?” Lakshmi observed, with barely-repressed excitement.

“Apparently,” Melissa answered plainly, a sparkle shining in her own eye.  

“That’s so fucking hot,” Josie added. 

I said nothing, shrinking under the mortification of what was happening to me and with how much amusement these women were finding in it. But, god oh my god I was suddenly hungry. I didn’t complain at all as I watched Melissa scoop a fresh spoonful of cereal from the bowl, put it in her own mouth for three careful chews, and then spit it back into the spoon. Some milk, some of the now-mushy cheerios spilled over. 

“Woops,” she chirped, but then the spoon was at my mouth again. “Open up sweetie,” she instructed, and slid the half-chewn cereal into me.  

“Oh that’s so delicious, isn’t it Daddy?” Josie purred, unable to keep herself from caressing my face as I chewed slowly, and then swallowed. “You like it when Mommy chews your food for you, don't you?”

“You need that huh?” added Lakshmi. 

“I…” I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was happening to me?? 

Lakshmi had already grabbed a napkin, dabbing a little slobber from my chin, before bending down to wipe some dribble from the floor…and giving me a not so subtle view of her bountiful backside. 

By the time I looked away, Melissa had a new mouthful of my breakfast and was chewing it more completely. She waited for Lakshmi to stand, stepped up to me and gently grabbed my jaw in her hand. She stood over me, mouth full, and tilted my head up towards her. Her sparkling eyes said it all: Open up.  

Before I knew it I’d opened my mouth, she’d leaned down into me, and our mouths met. 

“Oh god,” Josie breathed.

"Language,” Lakshmi corrected. 

Melissa then opened herself, pushed the macerated mush into my mouth, and then waited for me to start to close. She stood back up, helped me finally close my jaw, and watched me chew. 

I barely needed to chew anything, she’d done it for me. So I swallowed. 

Melissa used a delicate finger to wipe her lip, then my own. 

“More?” she asked. 

“YES,” Josie answered for me. 

And so again Melissa took a spoonful of cheerios from the bowl, chewed it to completion for me, and emptied the gummed slurry into my mouth. Like a nestling chick she fed me, again and again, she the proud mama bird, dutiful. She drooled mouthful after mouthful into me until the small bowl was nearly empty. The two girls at my sides held me, watching with fascination until Josie finally spoke up. 

“Can we try?” she asked. 

“Of course, sweetie,” Melissa answered, standing over me, looking down at me with the proudest of glimmers in her warm gemstone eyes. She was reading me, looking into me, waiting for me to voice any complaint. None came. “Maybe you can feed him his toast.”

“Oh go- gosh yes,” Josie said, catching herself as she immediately reached for the plate Melissa had prepared, stacked with crisp toast  sliced into triangular halves. She took one and handed it to her friend. “You first, Kiki.”

Stepping into place as Melissa stepped aside, Lakshmi took a bite of toast, and began to chew. Her eyes locked on mine as I watched her. She bent down, towards me, and waited for Josie to open my jaw. Staring at her, mouth agape, I suddenly had her lips on mine, and the warm mass of wet bread was in me, just as delicious as if it had been from Melissa’s mouth. She backed off, saw me chew the final bit, and with fascination watched me swallow. 

“Oh, shit,” Josie groaned, “it works when we do it too.”

“Good boy..!” Melissa sang. 

Josie already had a new half-piece of toast in hand, took a big bite, then another, and then a final one. The whole piece was in her mouth, she chewed and chewed, and then took my head in her hand, turned it towards herself, and leaned in to feed me. 

“That is so much,” Lakshmi warned.

One mouthful, I tried to swallow, I nearly choked. More kept coming, Josie’s paste of saliva and bread. She pushed it in, and my eyes watered. I struggled, I swallowed. I coughed, trying my best to breathe as Josie released me. 

“Are you okay sweetie?” Melissa worried. 

“Maybe he should have some of his formula?” Lakshmi offered. 

“f-f-f-form-?“ I began to sputter. 

“Your protein drink,” Melissa clarified, “Would you like some?”

“S-sure...” I agreed. 

“Josie, can you mix up two scoops into a glass, warm water?” Melissa asked, “It’s right over there…”

Josie stepped to the sink, alongside which stood the plastic bag of white, powdered protein mix that Evolution had made for Melissa. She turned on the water, let it start to warm. Also aside the sink was newly cleaned glassware, drying. 

 “Can we put it in a baby bottle for him?” Josie asked expectantly. 

I looked up, met Melissa’s eyes. My heart had already jumped into my throat. Though her eyes flashed, a quick flame of excitement, she gave me the moment. I knew nothing else would make her happier - watching her girls feed me like that -  but I couldn’t take any more. I found the strength to shake my head: ‘no’.

Melissa eyes remained locked on mine for another long moment; they sparkled. “Maybe not right now,” Melissa finally answered her friend, mercifully, and we heard both girls sigh “aww” in disappointment. She then turned her head to observe Josie mixing up a glass of the milky protein drink for me.

Though I’d already eaten more than I had in a while, my mouth began to actively water as I remembered the satisfaction I got from the drink last night, down on the couch. As I watched Melissa watching her friend prepare it for me, my eyes drifted down to her enormous chest, stretching the sparkly pattern of her floral-texture top. She seemed excited, engaged in what Josie was doing, and indeed - as thick as the fabric of her plunging top was - I watched Melissa’s nipples harden beneath it. 

“They made that special for him, hm?” Lakshmi asked, “At Evolution?”

“Yeah,” Melissa answered, a new shiver to her voice, “He…really seems to like it.”

“W-wait where’s this from?” I asked. I knew it was a protein drink, but I didn’t know she’d gotten it from the pharm company that had seemed to be so involved in our day-to-day lives. “I didn’t know Evolution made nutr-”

The girls were ignoring me and my new concerns, and as Josie made her way back to us with a tall glass of the white, milky drink my words were cut off as I felt - ooof! - Lakshmi jump up to sit herself on my lap.

I groaned, and so did the high kitchen stool beneath me.

Lakshmi began to pet my face, push the hair off my forehead. Now it was Melissa behind me, the warmth of her soft chest gently pressed into the back of my head. Josie approached with the glass, and tilted it to my lips.

“Open up, little man,” she purred.

My eyes fluttered as I tasted it again, even more delicious than I remembered last night. My body must be starved for nutrition, I reasoned, and I took as much as Josie would give me, warm and milky.

“Oh, baby, I love that you like that so much,” Melissa groaned from behind me.

“It is so good, right?” purred Lakshmi, eyes dancing over my face as I continued to drink from the glass.

I nodded, or tried to nod at least, as Josie fed me more. <gulp…gulp…gulp> I took it in swallow after swallow, until I needed a brief break. Nearly immediately I could feel it inside me, nourishing me. My body liked the saliva-and-carbohydrates of the cereal and toast well enough, but it loved this. It it sent tingles down my spine, and underneath Lakshmi I felt myself harden up.

“mMMmmmmOooo….” Lakshmi cooed, her smile secretly growing between us. Ever so gently, she wiggled her big soft butt into me, over my thin pink scrubs which sheathed the growing and stiffening erection which was currently making its way down my right thigh.

“He likes that a lot,” one of them said.

“Let’s give him more,” said another.

As Josie once again tilted the glass to my lips, I felt something pressing down heavier on my lap. oh, wait, what..? The weight of Lakshmi was growing. Her smile sparkled again, and she bit her lower lip as she watched me drink. My eyes widened, and as Lakshmi somehow, somehow made herself fucking weigh more the pressure on my cock and indeed my very thighs began to to increase.

“L-Lakshmi…?” I managed, between small swallows of my drink.

“Hmm?” she asked, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort she was causing me.

Her weight then surged, and I let out a groan. My cock was trapped, squashed into my thigh and - given the pressure - I was suddenly worried my thigh bone might snap: was my cock actually stronger than my femur?

If the other girls knew what was happening, they were doing a good job of playing innocently along.

“Are you okay Dr. J?” Josie asked as she paused with my drink.

“Yeah sweetie,” Melissa asked, “Is Lakshmi getting too heavy for you?”

“NNNghh..!” was all I could groan, and then - god help me again - I couldn’t help but thrust my hip up into Lakshmi’s soft weight.

“Omigod Kiki,” Josie moaned, as her hair began to separate into thick curled tendrils, each with lives of thier own.

Lakshmi purred, she cooed, and she rotated her enormous ass over me again, slowly increasing her weight further and further. I thrust up again and again, and she seemed heavier and heavier each time. Hundreds of pounds now rested upon me and I thought I might crack under the pressure. I could now barely move until-

In the seat below us, indeed, something <cracked!>

“Ooo!” Lakshmi laughed, moving to jumping immediately off me. For a moment, her massive weight was off my thighs and I gasped in both immediate relief (it wasn’t my bones) and sudden disappointment (oh, Lakshmi, come back) - but then she was stopped by Melissa.

“No, no Lakshmi,” my girlfriend spoke, calmly, “Stay right there…stay right there…”

With a hand to Lakshmi’s shoulder, Melissa gently urged all five-hundred pounds of my young medical assistant back onto my lap.

“NNnnghh….!” I groaned again, though my cock surged up into her overwhelming weight.

“There we go, nice and easy…he likes you right there, Lakshmi,” Melissa purred, holding her friend onto me as - tentatively at first, Lakshmi pushed her hips into me again, “Though I think you two just broke my mom’s kitchen chair.”

The girls all giggled, and crowded around me closer still. The chair, under me, rocked and wiggled in a new, unsteady way. Something had broken, some support. Meanwhile Josie’s hair had once again come alive, and now slithered out to caress my neck, cheeks, the sides of my head. Josie still held the glass of milky drink near me, though it was mostly finished. “Missy,” she asked, her voice low and throaty, “can we watch him suck your nipple?”

“Oh, my, Josie,” Lakshmi moaned, deeply husky. 

“MmMmm yes, would you like that, baby?” Melissa growled, a new depth to her own voice as well.

I moved to speak, but was struck dumb again as Josie’s silky hair - with a surprising strength in its tender tentacles -  turned my head to face Melissa’s chest, to my left. Her cleavage filled my vision for a moment but then she pushed forward her left breast, stretching taut the thick lace of her top. I was face-to-face with her enormous tit, and saw clearly the swollen nipple. Melissa pressed it into my face, and then slid the fabric away.

“There you go, baby,” she cooed, as her nipple hit my lips, “Suck on mommy.”

Melissa, I could sense, was overcome. I felt her reach behind my head and - along with the serpents of Josie’s hair -  pull me more firmly into her. Her flesh ballooned around my face. My eyes were open, and on instinct I had already started sucking, her nipple in my mouth, areola squashed into me. I looked up at her and saw her looking down at me over the curve of her big breast. It was insane, this moment, I realized that - but I was too far gone to stop suckling and carried on, as we were locked in eye contact.

Meanwhile, I was still rutting up into Lakshmi’s slowly gyrating butt, Josie’s hair bound my head more and more tightly, and the chair threatened to collapse below me.

“He is going to mess his new scrubs,” Lakshmi said, warning her friends that, yes, now with Melissa’s nipple in my mouth and she herself circling her rear into me I was preparing to come again. I’d soil my clothes.

“Who the fuck cares,” Josie growled.

“Yyyyesss we’ll…we’ll do…laundry…” Melissa agreed.

“Nnnnghh…girls…girls…!” I whined, pathetically into Melissa’s big boob as my climax began to approach. I didn’t want to mess my pants, I didn’t-

Firmly, Melissa pulled me back to her breast, deeper now to quiet me.

“Shush,” she said, “Suck.”

I whined again. 

“You’re barely four-and-a-half feet tall, you weigh seventy-three pounds,” Josie said, “You’ll do what we tell you.”

“You are so dependent on us,” Lakshmi sighed, rolling her elephantine hips relentlessly down onto me, “You need us for everything.”

“Everything…” Melissa repeated, dreamily, gazing down at me. 

“Everything,” followed Josie as, just then, she brought the glass of milky drink close, just between Melissa and me, and tilted it into where I sucked. Thick white liquid dribbled onto her breast, and down to her nipple and my mouth. 

“Oh my god,” Melissa groaned, as I tasted it, sucking it from her nipple. 

“Josie,” Lakshmi incanted, “what are you doing??”

“More,” commanded Melissa. 

Maybe there wasn’t a lot left - I’d finished nearly the whole glass earlier - but Josie knew what to do. She fed me the rest, slowly, pouring it onto Melissa’s left breast, right where my face met nipple. “Suck it from her,” she said, “suck the milk from Mommy.” Some hit my nose, some rivuleted down past my cheeks, but much of it I was able to - ‘yes yes yes!’ - suck from Melissa’s tit like a nursing b-…a nursing b-…a nursing b-

“Oh baby yes come come come!” Melissa groaned, as finally yes I moaned into her and my body tightened. I felt my loins clench and explode, squished and squashed and now squirting in my pants under the mountainous mass of Lakshmi’s stupendous rear. Melissa gripped my head more tightly to her massive breast, and Josie’s hair embraced us both. “Mommy loves you so much..!”

I groaned, I whined and moaned and shuddered and kept sucking, though the milk was gone. Lakshmi’s hips still rolled into me, I rutted up into her heaviness. Load after load I dumped, feeling the warm wetness on my thigh, spreading, lubricating between Lakshmi and me. 

“Good boy, oh good boy…” Melissa purred, watching me shudder and suck over the horizon of her tit. 

“Come for us Daddy,” Josie cooed, caressing me. 

“Make us all so big,” finished Lakshmi, “and we will take care of you forever…”

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