GITJ Post 355: That was Then, This is Now, p7

He slowly woke up. He was in my lap, we sat in his old desk chair. I wanted the first thing he felt and saw and smelled to be my breasts. My heartbeat to be the first thing he heard.

He nuzzled into me like a bug in a rug. I held him there, keeping him warm. My breasts are really big.

“th-thank you,” he uttered as his first words, his muffled voice coming from my chest, “that was amazing.”

“You're welcome sweetie,” I told him, reliving again how I made him come, still tasting him and seeing the expression he’d had  on his face like - what do they call it? - rapture. But that was nothing, hun. Tonight I’m gonna make you a sperm fountain haha.

“what time is it?” he muttered again from inside my cleavage trying his best not to get lost in his omg new world.

“Shhh it doesn’t matter.” I hushed him, “the girls are handling your patients. All you have to do today is finish your paperwork for Gianna. We don’t want to make her any madder than she already is.”

I giggled, and felt his little body shiver.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll help you,” I said, “We’ll set you up in my office, where you can work. Then when you’re done I can bring you home with me. I’ll cook you dinner again.”

He paused.

I can feel you thinking. I guess your mind is clearer after I clean you out and I dunno if I like that.

He tried to pull himself out of my chest and looked up into my eyes as he stammered. ”I…I think I should s-stay in my own bed tonight,” he said finally.

NO.

Wait, hold on Missy. Maybe…maybe that’d be okay. Maybe that’d be good for him. To have a night to himself.

For him to see how cold he gets without me.

“If that’s what you want honey I understand,” I said.

He kept his eyes locked on mine for a long, quiet moment. I think he was looking for a sign that this was really okay. That I wasn't upset. Finally, he looked down at himself. I almost giggled again. Everything was ripped.

”I n-need new pants,” he said, as I felt him start to shift in my lap. Immediately I had the urge to cling him to me. “I’ll go upstairs to change…?”

You’re looking for my approval, aren’t you?

“Want me to come with you?” I asked, still resisting the urge to just wrap him up and put him in my dress with me, keep him there all day.

“n-no, I’m okay.”

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