GITJ Post 344: A Sunday at Melissa's, p2

Something’s not right, I thought, as suddenly my eyes shot open in the morning light and a sense of something dark and awful stormed through me. Something is very very wrong.

I sat upright, in my messy bed. I’d slept - I’d actually slept - there beside him for like a lot of hours. Funny, haha, with all the changes in me, all I’d gained, getting that much sleep was kinda weird. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Wait…where was Jay?

A cold fear filled me. That’s something else I’m not used to…but I knew what it meant. I bolted upright like on instinct, leapt out of bed and shot out of my bedroom dressed in nothing but the robe I’d slept in.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is desperately horribly wrong.

My hands found themselves on the railing of the upstairs balcony hallway and before even a thought I had vaulted over it, was flying in the air and dropping fifteen feet to the first floor. I hit the ground of the great room like I weighed a ton, the thunderous <<BOOM>> of my feet shaking the house and cracking something below me.

Feeling suddenly like a new force of nature I stood up in the great room and my eyes went super-focused. I scanned the room. Everything seemed…fine. It was nice and quiet. Well…wait. There was a broken floor-to-ceiling window over there, shattered inward, partially cleaned up and covered with plastic. But that’s not you…that was Marisela. How did I know that? I dunno but I totally ignored it. It was clear that everyone had already left, and nothing else looked wrong, but still I couldn’t shake this terrible sense of badness.

I struggled to keep my voice calm. "Jay! Jay honey where are you!?" I called out as my haha almost x-ray eyes searched the room looking for him. I somehow know you’re close by, and you’re in trouble, but wh- And then I saw him, through the open slider doors, in the pool. Just the hint of the top of his head as it sunk into the water.

I rushed forward causing the glass door to nearly shatter as I threw it wider open and ran into the pool enclosure.

Oh no…Oh God!

Even in my rush I was able to open my robe, shed it, causing it to fly off behind me and from ten feet away I took a leap -

I was underwater, I was grabbing hold of him; he’d sunk to the bottom. His eyes were open, they met mine. He was so scared. He needed me.

I took hold of him with both hands pulling him close to me as I used my long, powerful legs to push off the bottom of the pool sending us up, through the water, past the surface.

“Jay!!!”

He couldn’t even cough as he struggled to breathe.

I can make him breathe

Holding his limp body there in my arms, my feet treading the water in the deep end, I pinched his nose and put my mouth over his, holding him in a long deep kiss as I breathed life into him.

Jay!!

I can control his breathing.

With my air in his lungs I sucked deep pulling the water from him until he needed to cough. Then water, gushing out of them. He coughed. He coughed and coughed and then his eyes shot open near to bursting. You’re alive!!! So scared, but he was alive. My eyes were still on him, in half-panic myself.

“JayOhMyGOD!!!” I exclaimed, as I all but shook him back to life.

>>cough cough cough!!!<<

“JAY ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”

I held him to me, one arm around his torso, the other supporting his head. His arms were over my shoulders.

>>cough cough<<  >>cough cough<<

“Talk to me! Jay!”

>>cough…cough<<  “yes…yes…<cough>...I’m okay…”

I pulled him into me tighter. Through my bare breasts I could feel his heart pounding, racing.

“THANK GOD!”

He started to sob, in big wracking breaths.

"Shhh…shhhhh…it's okay now,” I told him, trying to settle my own voice from my own panic, be strong and calm for him, “I got you."

I held him close against my bare chest allowing him to soak me in, my warmth and love, taking my pheromones right from my wet skin. I was slowly able to calm him down, and had paddled us closer to the shallow end, so my feet could just touch the pool floor.  My right arm slid down his back, under his bottom so I could cradle him more like a baby to me. I rocked him back and forth in the water, hushing him. I could feel him shivering in my hands, though the pool water was still warm. He was so weak now, so small and helpless and scared. I couldn’t help but think how adorable he was and how much he…nnngh…needed me. As badly and worried as I felt for him, I understood this was an important moment for us, maybe even a good thing.

So I could cradle him better, I let him rest his head on my shoulder as I slowly moved into shallower water, so my upper chest just crested the pool’s surface. Bouncing him gently I focused on calming him down and getting him to stop shaking. I was naked, but his sodden t-shirt kept us from being skin-to-skin, so with barely a thought I’d torn it from him from the back.

That was better, his chest on mine. In a moment, his shorts were gone too; I let them all sink to the bottom as sodden rags. Now there we were, holding one another, naked in the warm indoor pool on a Sunday morning. A light rain had begun outside, and it pitter-pattered on the overhead glass skylights. After a bit of reassurances, coos and whispers, his heartbeat began to settle, to match mine. Our hearts were beating together.

“There honey there you go,” I spoke softly to him, as I began to walk him around in the warm water. I was using all my presence to soothe him. “All better?”

“M-Melissa…” he said, the first word he’d spoken. My name. Good. “I…I think you just saved my life.”

“Oh no you…you would have been fine,” I said. But, yes. I had saved him.

“N-no, Melissa, seriously. I was drowning,” he said, his voice so small and submissive, “I would have died. I owe you my life.”

“Okay, well…I’m glad I was here.” Is that right? I own your life now haha not really but omg how hot an idea is THAT??

“You were amazing,” he continued, head up, looking right at me. I must look a mess, hair all wet. “You’re so beautiful.”

Haha nnnngh!! Say that again!  I was feeling, suddenly, a little worked up, now that he was in a little awe, so thankful, extra submissive to me. The moment was tender, us together, alone, bonding, and I loved it. I was his protector, as much a parent and guardian as a lover, and he knew it. His cock, too. It had grown into another glorious erection as if to  thank me as it pushed up against my belly where I held him.  I wanted to fuck him so hard, right then, but knew it’d probably kill him haha.

”How are you feeling?” I asked, using my left hand to gently pull his head back onto my right shoulder.

”I…I feel alright. But I have a throbbing headache,” he admitted.

I tutted, and laid my hand on his wet head. Cupping it from the back, I ran it up, over his little skull, and palmed his forehead. A cool peace passed from me to him, and I removed my hand. He looked up at me.

“Headache’s gone?” I asked.

“Y-yeah…” he answered, in obvious awe. The look on his face made me, again, want to fuck him silly. But I’d learned, I guess, enough in therapy. Hold your horses, Missy. You’ll get what you want.

He looked down, into my bobbing cleavage. In the water they shone, they jiggled and wobbled buoyantly.

“They’re like floaties, huh?” I asked, giggling.

“y-yeah,” he answered, apparently entranced by my haha giant inflated pool toys.

“Do you like how big they’re getting?” I asked, gently sloshing myself up and down a little to bring them more movement, more jiggles for him to stare at. He stammered something but was mostly speechless. “I’ve grown 8 cups sizes since I started working here,” I told him, still jiggling, “and I think it’s because of you.”

“m-me?” he answered. Eight cup sizes?! I could hear it steamrolling through his brain, like he couldn’t believe it, Eight!?! Because of-??

“Yes you silly,” I giggled, rocking my shoulders to give my floating tits some extra waves, “I know how much you like them big.”

“haha s-sure…” he tried to chuckle.

He doesn’t believe me. “Seriously,” I laughed, “I think my whole body is changing, becoming more what you need.”

Now he looked up at me. I loved this man, and was starting to feel like I didn’t care if he knew. But…I didn’t want to freak him out. Better to keep it light.

“More and more and more!” I laughed again, wobbling my big buoyant boobs, feeling my muscles slowly start to swell, “More Melissssy, everywhere. That’s what you want right haha!”

The poor thing looked confused. “y-you’re just, like…going to the gym a lot, right?” he asked, the dear, “Eating more?”

He makes me giggle so hard! “Omigod Jay,” I smiled, “you’re adorable…”  Moving Into water that was a bit more shallow, more of my breasts now rose above the surface. His eyes went back down to them. They really are so big! “All the chest presses and dumbbell flys in the world wouldn’t do this, sweetie,” I continued, seeing how rapt he was with, frankly, how jaw-droppingly perfect my breasts were, “neither would the milkshakes. I have you to thank for this, my little boob-monkey.”

“Boob monkey?” he complained, though still unable to peel his peepers from my tit.

I see you looking at my nipple. I’ll give you a moment…

He didn’t look away.

“See..? See what I mean? You’re staring at my nipple. You can’t keep your eyes off it.”

That, actually, got him to tear his eyes off it. The look he gave me made my heart melt. You really want this, don’t you?

“Do you want to practice what we were doing last night?” I asked, tenderly. Okay, sweetie, if that’s what you need….

His brow knit in a question.

…even if you don’t know it yourself.

“Dry-nursing,” I continued.

That got his attention. “I, uh-” he tried. Through my chest, I felt his pulse starting to quicken. I guess mine had too. He was already really hard.

“Except…I’m all wet with pool water…” I said, as I began to readjust him in my arms, lower him a bit, tilt him more into a carry-cradle. I was bringing his face now closer to my big left breast, which aside from a bit of its lower swell now completely cleared the water. “…so it’ll be more like…wet nursing <giggle!>”

My pheromones (did I spell that right, finally?) have a range kind of like a bad home wifi network. Close to me they’re really strong, further away not so much. I know that when he’s far from me, or from the artificial ones they pump into the office, or from the ones coming from the other girls, he starts to feel a bit weird. The pool water on my skin, in fact, was keeping my perfumes from really getting to him, but now as I brought him towards my nipple, I could feel it in how his body relaxed. They were strong, right around it, at my areolae. I don’t know if he would have complained anyway, but I saw how his eyes dilated and how he settled right in. I barely had to do anything, just cradle his head to me and he opened up naturally himself, latching on. Yes, I had some warm pool water on me, and he probably first got a taste of that. But, then, I could feel my pheromones redoubling and even though I had no milk for him the pheromones coming from my breast began to lull him, arouse him, bond him to me. God it felt good! ‘Yes, baby, suck my nipple,’ I wanted to tell him…and, haha, I think I maybe even did!

Again, he didn’t complain, or fuss, or fidget at all. Maybe because of what he’d just been through, or maybe because we’d practiced this last night, but Jay just took right to nipple-sucking. I’d swelled up, harder and bigger in his mouth, my aureole puffing. He just closed his eyes and suckled, his thin little arms now curled up in front of him. He was, this morning after his accident, extra submissive and cuddly, so I guess this was coming just naturally. “I think you probably tripped and fell into the pool because you don’t understand how uncoordinated and weak you’ve gotten,” I spoke down to him, with a smile watching him buried in my breast, “It was an honest slip, a mistake. But it wouldn't have happened if you were a strong, coordinated adult, would it?”

Ooo, you just got tense. I can tell that struck home a little. But, so sorry, we have to do this. That he just kept dry-nursing, and even buried himself in a little deeper…that was encouraging, that was good. You’re learning, accepting. I felt so proud of him.

In fact, we heard it aloud.

“That’s a good mama, keeping him safe,” came Josie’s voice.

We both looked up, me smiling, him just with wide, shocked and dismayed eyes, to see Josie standing there on the pool deck. She was dressed casually, sweatpants and a tee. Immediately his head tried to pull itself from my breast but I just held him there, told him to shush, relax.

Josie had come back to pick up her bag, which she’d forgotten, she said. But she’d felt something was wrong even before she’d pulled in, and when I told her what had happened - the fall into the pool, me saving him - she seemed both surprised and relieved. Jay was mortified, I could tell, but after his first try at peeling himself off me he’d been a good boy and basically just kept quiet, even still sucking.

“Well, I see someone’s back to their normal self,” Josie said,

sounding rather amused by how awkward he’d seemed for a moment, but then how he seemed mostly at peace again. Pheromones are so great, aren’t they? “Are you two just hanging out today?” she asked.

At that, I figured he should probably say hi. So, I gently pulled my nipple from his mouth and spun him around in my arms, so he could see Josie. He was still submerged from the neck down but his head was right between my breasts.

“I think so, right honey?” I asked, looking down at the top of his little head, his wet hair. I couldn’t see much! “You want to hang out here with me all day?”

Jay, for his part, didn’t have much to say, didn’t answer. I didn’t mind, I’d give him some time. Maybe the dry-nursing had done something to him.

“He doesn’t want to talk, huh?” Josie said, cocking her head down at him, “You could have just kept his face on your boob I guess.”

I giggled. “Oh, sweetie, don’t be shy!” I implored, “I don’t mind if you talk with people from between my breasts.” In fact I might prefer it.

At that, we both giggled, Josie and I, and I just hugged him to me, both hands around his chest, a bit more tightly. He was embarrassed, yes. But you shouldn’t be. We all love you!

Anyway, after a little bit more, Josie thanked us both for the fun night and left. I told her to drive safe in the rain and called after her to make sure to lock the door behind herself.

“Alone again, baby,” I said, as I lifted him up and turned him, again, to face me. My ears picked up the sound of the front door closing, and that the latch had been turned. “Just the two of us, no one to bother us. We have the whole day together,” I said, watching the emotions play over his incredible, adorable face, “what do you want to do..?”

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