GITJ Post 363: That was Then, This is Now, p15

Fuck fuck fuck!!

Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager for what was at the time Far Horizons Medical Associates, had rushed out of the elevator, through the atrium and into the halls of the practice as fast as her 42” legs could carry her. That turned out to be very, very fast. The office around her was a blur of people and obstacles, many of her girls barely had the time to look up as she rushed past them. She caught worried looks on some of their faces, but she herself had no time to worry: Jay was in trouble, and he needed her now. She didn’t even notice the walls trembling from the force of her footfalls.

Bursting into her own office, her hand had grabbed the railing of the small spiral staircase and bent it out of shape as she bounded up the stairs causing the whole thing to shake beneath her feet. That’s when she smelled it, felt it, tasted it really. She was familiar with what it was, she’d grown up with it all around her. It was in the air, the energy of the hallway of the second floor when she reached it. It wasn’t something she would normally approve in the office, but it might be someone helping Jay.

She’d seen Jay's door had been ripped open, the apartment in shambles. The furniture had been thrown around the room, plates had been shattered all over the floor, and in the middle of it all was Jay and two girls, two of the three sisters that had been assigned to them. He’s alive. But he was unconscious, convulsing on the ground, his eyes rolled up into the back of his skull. His head was in Bianca’s lap and Sammi had her hands in what remained of his pants, slowly stroking him in a deliberate rhythm. Both girls’ eyes were rolled up into their heads, as were his.

Immediately she’d known what was going on.

“Omigod Bianca! Sammi! Thank you!” she exclaimed, rushing to join the two at his side, “Thank you thank you thank you!” The two Sisters had come, were crafting to help him recover from whatever shock he’d fallen into, seeing his apartment ransacked - right? They were trying to help him recover?

Bianca, Melissa could tell, was beginning to pull out of the craft-trance. Her lids were fluttering. Sammi, though, seemed still at task, hand stroking faster and faster and faster in frustration now at his enormously outsized cock - holy shit in her little hand it looks like a monster - and whispering to it in a familiar language of sibilant syllables, only the whites of her own eyes visible. But when Melissa reached for him, unconsciously needing to take over, Sammi’s eyes immediately shot sober, lucent and violent, and the girl let forth a fricative <hisssss>. That startled Melissa for just a fraction of a second, ignoring its primordial violence, and soon Sammi’s hands were gone and it was she who had him in her grasp, head on her thighs.

Ahhhhhhhh….

Immediately Melissa had begun to calm. His shaft fell good in her hand, his weight felt right on her lap.

Bianca had turned to her Sister and brought a finger toward her lips. “Shhh shh it's okay, it’s okay,” she quieted Sammi, who’d quickly begun to recover, shaking herself out of her own trance and changing her hair, immediately, back to brown from the incandescent magenta it had become.

“You’re okay, hold on…” Melissa said to him, without a thought having picked up Sammi’s rhythm on his cock and easing it into one she knew he needed. His whole body shaking, she knew immediately that he was now about to come.

“Misssssy…” Sammi spoke, the last bits of hiss seasoning her strine, “Your little bloke just seemed ssso ssscared. Had his pipes all clogged up on girl stink from this weekend.”

“Our perfumes?”

“Yes Missy we found him in this, like, fog, swimming around in his own head,” Bianca continued, with what Melissa immediately recognized as a charm dancing in her voice, “freaked out to find what happened here. Who did this?” She glanced around the wreck of his apartment. “And plus he was probably on edge from the past few days. It was all just too much for the little thing.”

Melissa was calming, calming, calming, each bit of her anxiety leaving her in perfect tandem with her strokes, stroke stroke up and down his cock, cock, cock. “Hold on, hold on, hold on,” she repeated. He was approaching orgasm, and maybe that was all he needed to bring him back to her.

“Yah,” Sammi added “We thought we just might clean the knob out a bit.” Her eyes continued to be locked on to the purple-red, now pulsating tip of his cock as Melissa coaxed it on. He was close, he was close, he was close!

“So much pressure,” Bianca continued.

“Ssso much…” Sammi spoke.

“Hold on Jay, you’re okay…”

Becoming semi-conscious, he let out a soul-churning moan.

“That’s right!” Sammi praised as Jay’s cock suddenly spurted forth a massive, delicious load into Melissa’s hand, “There you go…good boy…good boy.” She then reached out, adding her hand to Melissa’s, and praised him again with coos and clucks as she gently palmed and pet the head of his cock. Though in the end it was in the hand of another woman, she was proud of his emission. Her eyes sparkled gold, then green, then violet. "That should clear up some things in that foggy noggin."

“Hold on, hold on Jay, you’re okay," Melissa said, the serenity now a warm wave washing through her as she felt him coming back to her, as if from another time, “you’re okay…”

She heard, she heard and felt, the two girls alongside her gasp, and then groan. Sitting back in her rapture, Sammi’s hand left his member. They were here, she and Bianca, they were close, and they were both feeling the electrifying bliss that would bring on their growth. Melissa closed her eyes, hearing them groan again and then start to laugh. Melissa smiled, sensing how the power was now once again flowing through all her girls, all throughout the building. A crackle of electricity, and then, when she opened her eyes, the two witch-sisters were gone.

His lids began to open. Her heart surged once again. She reached under him, and lifted him, his softening cock slapping moistly against his belly. Let’s get you off the cold, hard ground.

“Everything okay?” she asked him, setting him down on the cushions as his eyes began to clear. The weird magenta color to the whites of them was gone, and his mind was returning to, like, the present. It was returning to her, now. She liked seeing that. Come back to me, from wherever you were…

From the old couch on which she’d placed him he looked up at her. She was crouched down alongside him. Late-morning sun came through the window, bringing out the russet highlights in her long, thick hair. Her smile, along with her dimples and the sparkle it brought to her eyes - was mesmerizing. Melissa Monroe, his new Office Manager, his goddess-level girlfriend still dumbfounded him with her beauty. He felt absolutely stupefied by her, and now confused by what had just happened. He’d just been in a dream - was that really only a dream? It felt so real - in the past, or…the future? She was - they all were - forty feet tall. Or maybe it was him that had shrunk to the size of a toy, clinging to her monumental rear as he-

“Jay? Are you alright?” she repeated, allowing the tonic of her most comforting perfumes to drift from her bosom.

He just nodded.

She smiled. “I should really keep a better eye on you,” she teased, running a hand lazily over his thin chest, feeling the heart beating inside it through his ribs. They’re so fragile.

Melissa was trying to remain calm, be strong, and it was largely working. But despite the calm that came by bringing him his pleasure, she was still upset with herself. She’d been distracted in the basement and hadn’t seen the texts, heard the voicemail alerts from Aubrey, or felt his distress! Though she didn’t want him to know how worried she was, the questions began to rise up in her mind.  Who had come in, done this to his apartment? What if you had been here?? I couldn’t handle it, if you’d been hurt.

Never out of my sight, never again.

Looking down at him, she drew a deep breath. She knew that wasn’t really reasonable, not yet at least. Nor was the violence she was picturing herself capable of when she found out who did this. She knew she needed, right now, to be a comfort for him so she put the unsteady feelings back where she’d been taught to place them. One of her warm, gentle hands came to his shoulder and she asked him: “I think it’d be better if we stay together for the day, don’t you?” She looked down at his confused, adorable face. There’s only one right answer here, Jay.

Again, he nodded.

“Good boy,” she smiled, and saw him trying to speak again. Awww, the poor thing’s obviously been through too much. Not only the break-in, it had also been a long weekend.

“I j-just want to go home,” he finally said, his voice trembling like a little boy’s, “can you take me home?”

Home? His tone made her thighs quiver. They were already in his apartment.  So…he meant her place, he wanted her to take him back to her place. Earlier today he’d insisted that he wanted to be alone tonight, to stay by himself, but now he was admitting he couldn’t. He needed to be near her, and he was considering her home as his own! She shivered again, and resisted the urge to moan out loud.

Oh goddddddd Jayyyyyy.

She couldn’t help but feel it, that the danger that surrounded him was useful in some way, that moments like this where he was shown how weak, helpless and vulnerable he was were good for their relationship. The pool over the weekend was another example. It wasn’t that it made her feel good when her boyfriend was in danger, or that she liked it when her boyfriend was afraid. But it brought them closer and - oh god - made her body focus on what she needed to do.

I’ll just have to get stronger for you. Stronger and prettier and bigger.

Her heart fluttered. She knew that’s what he needed.

Bigger? For you I’ll get enormous…

In her white, corset-wrap dress, she felt her breasts swell up, warmly. It made her eyebrow cock. Huh. That was a new kind of feeling, these days.

…so enormous.

“I’ll take you home with me, yes of course sweetie,” she said, proud of the control she heard in her response, “but I still have some work to do here today.” She brushed his hair with her fingers, watched his face work to comprehend what she was explaining. “I already have Morgan and Vida seeing your morning patients. They can do the afternoon too. We’ll have Lakshmi do the report for Gianna for you. That way you can just relax in my office with me.”

She watched his cute brow furrow, and saw thoughts and instincts struggling against his adorable sense of responsibility and silly little pride. It was so clear to her, how his brain was working. That’s so cool. If I try real hard I bet someday I could really read his mind. I could know absolutely everything about him.

”I c-can at least try to do the report?” he offered, accepting that there was no way he could do clinic today. Between the stresses of the early morning, finding his apartment in shambles and then whatever phantasmagoric delirium he’d just experienced? It was all too much.

He doesn’t want to feel useless. “Okay, that’s fine, sweetie,” she cooed indulgently, “But you’ll use my laptop to work on your spreadsheet, just staying on the couch in my office with me. That way I can keep an eye on you while I work.”

“o-okay,” he agreed, and felt her watching him, reading him, allowing him time to wrestle with his thoughts.

She continued to pet his hair, stroke his pallid face as her own confidence and compassion grew and grew. He didn’t want to be pathetic, she saw that.

“A-and for tonight,” he added, “it’s just for, like, dinner, the evening. You can drive me back after?”

“Sure whatever you want honey,” she replied, looking down on him and feeling her love swell up, expanding, billowing around him. He was hers, hers to feel for, hers to protect. Whatever you want, honey, whatever you want…

Thirty minutes later, she had his apartment mostly straightened back up, him dressed in another set of scrubs, all cleaned up and comfortable on her white office couch. He had a warm glass of milk if he needed it. It’s lunchtime, but I think solid food might be too much right now, don’t you? She’d given him a thin blanket to drape over his legs and was already hard at work on Gianna’s spreadsheet. He’d been tasked with assembling some of the data from the study, and it was late already. She looked up from where she sat at her big desk as she worked hard on the scripted questions Channel 5 was going to ask her later this week, at the grand opening. She smiled, satisfied. At the moment he looked busy enough, diligent and cozy, but most importantly he looked safe.

She could feel his attention, though, wandering from time to time. It was amazing, really, how attuned to his mind she was becoming. As he’d started to settle, as he’d started to feel better and come back to reality, the questions were beginning to form again in his head. She could almost hear him ask it before he looked up at her from across the room, over the computer in his lap.

“D-d-don’t you think we should call the police?” he asked, timid enough to make her thighs warm.

He’s worried, poor thing. Someone had broken into his apartment, and they hadn’t really talked about it yet. It was understandable…he felt small, weak, helpless, and there were people out there bigger, stronger than him. It was natural for him to look to the outside world, maybe to the police, for help. But we can’t have that, can we? “I have the girls looking into it already,” Melissa assured him.

He nodded, and went back to work. That would have to be enough, he realized.

“Good boy.”

Relax, little man, and let your girlfriends take care of you.

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thanks to RiF for his editing help