GITJ Post 331: A Saturday at Melissa's, p6 (4pm: Aubrey)

Okay, so this is really really embarrassing. But he asked me to show this to you, to help tell the story. This is, like, part of my journal entry for that night at Melissa’s mom’s place, where she was staying now. She’d invited us over to hang out. Some of the girls snapped some pictures, so I’m putting those in too.

I’ve been writing my journal, kinda making up stories about my life since I was I dunno eleven. My life’s pretty boring. Well, it was pretty boring until, y’know. Now it’s crazy.

Anyway, here it is. Sorry if it’s silly, but it’s mostly true.

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She could feel your eyes, all over her, all over her breasts as you sat at the kitchen bar. He´s looking at me… again, she thought as she tried not to look back at you. Aubrey was used to having people turn at her, these days, stare at her. She couldn’t blame them. She was pretty, she realized, and caught everyone´s attention now that she was so tall. It was natural. However, she still secretly loved it when she turned back and made them feel embarrassed, ashamed at staring, even scared. That´s why she wanted to give it some time before she turned back at you.

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Ugh I should probably tell you - when I write in my journal I kinda romanticize things a little and I know I sound stupid. But Melissa wasn’t there yet and I kinda had this fantasy that he was mine, just for a little while, even though there were so many other girls there and I was probably the last thing he noticed. So embarrassing!

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“Omigod Aubrey you got really, really tall,” her friend Josie said to her, as she stretched to the upper shelves of the cabinets. They had instructions to make sure you ate, and were told that you liked soup. There was some leftover, from the night before, and she’d heated it up in the microwave.

Bowls bowls bowls, she thought to herself, where are the bowls?

Aubrey had gotten tall, really tall. She’d been just over five feet only a few months ago. She was always little, delicate. But now she was 5’10”, and still growing. Like a weed. Taller and taller every day, elegant, and she loved it. Long graceful arms, long graceful legs. There were friends of hers that were taller still, but in her brave, five inch stilettos tonight she was just as tall as Randi and Amelia. Soon she thought she might be taller than them. She was certainly growing faster.

You liked tall girls.

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Ahhhhhh I should tell you I’d, uh, had a crush on him for a long long time. Like, years. So embarrassing…

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“I heated up your soup,” she said to you, “let’s get some into that tummy. You need all your strength.” Aubrey couldn’t help it, acting like a mom to you ever since you’d woken up; it was like something new in the air, bringing on these haha maternal instincts. She’d taken it upon herself to stay with you on the couch, earlier. You’d made a mess under your towel, and she’d felt a little bad. As thrilling as it had been, watching you climax in your sleep just from having us all so close and letting out our perfumes, now you were basically naked and shivering. She’d put your head in her lap and let you hold her Office Manager’s big pink bra for comfort, like a toddler with his blankie. It was so freaking adorable she wanted to puke.

When you’d started to stir, waking, it was just the two of you. The rest of the girls were either outside, looking around the gardens or in the basement looting the wine cellar. You’d had the bra hugged to your face. Feel how your breath had warmed the fabric? You seemed surprised, shocked, ashamed and embarrassed when you realized where you were, what you were doing. Your little eyes were scared, and she did m-...sorry, her best to calm you down. I ugh she hushed you, started explaining. You started to seem happy that she was there, that she was kind and understanding. She helped you gather the towel around yourself again, and she took you to the laundry room where your clothes were. There was a sink in there, so you could clean up and change. Underwear, shirt, khakis - they were all done, in the dryer. Don’t worry about that sticky towel, she told you, trying not to blush. She could take care of that. She did her best to give you some privacy, and you appreciated it.

When she walked you back to the living room, with its huge, soaring ceilings, the girls were all back inside. New ones had arrived, they were all gathering to hang out for the night, waiting for Melissa to come back. They cooed and clucked like a gaggle of hens but it was m...ugh, sorry...her that felt so proud so tall standing behind you with her hands on your shoulders having gotten you dressed and cleaned. Aubrey wanted to pull you back into her big new tits and hug you but she didn’t. Instead, she let the other girls take your hands and drag you to the kitchen. You had to be hungry, they all decided. You hadn’t had anything to eat all day, and you were used to your bowl of that weird Scottish porridge in the morning.

You did your best, Aubrey could see, to appear relaxed and confident and strong. That’s one of the things she loved about you, your quiet dignity. Even though you’d gotten so small - the girls had insisted on measuring you before sitting you down - and had been found naked by them earlier, you somehow tried to hold onto your pride. It must have been hard, she knew, but you were doing a good job. She was proud of you. Among all the girls that wanted to treat you like a little boy you were still trying to be a man.

“Oooo Melissa will be so excited to hear you’re finally under five feet,”  Josie had told you. It had been upsetting, Aubrey could see, but as they all talked at you they collected you and nestled you into their arms as you sat at the kitchen bar waiting for m...ugh, sorry...her to make your soup. She could feel your eyes on her breasts as she stretched to the high cabinet shelves. Her breasts strained against her bra, ready to bursting.

Before you knew it, a large spoon with steaming hot soup appeared and you heard her stop you. “Not too fast, just take some sips,” Aubrey said, keeping the spoon away from your mouth. You and she, though surrounded by a houseful of girls, were alone in the space of that moment. You both felt it, didn’t you? There was a quiet around you and her heart beat fast.

As you were preparing to take your first taste, a very gentle gust of air blew over the spoon and yourself. She was cooling the nourishing broth in front of you. This thoughtful giant was trying to do everything imaginable to comfort you, make things better. “There we go,” she heard herself saying, slipping the spoonful of soup finally between your lips, “that’s yummy.”  She’d fed you before, at the restaurant party weeks ago, and thought back on that time frequently, to make herself wet and warm between her thighs. But this moment was even more intimate. Aubrey loved feeding you. It made her feel big, and big was good. It made her feel like a tall pretty young mommy and though that was new it felt good too.

The look in your eyes, when your gazes met, made her heart flutter. You saw it, didn’t you? The love I h-...ugh, sorry....the affection she had for you? She drew a deep breath, showed you how big her breasts had become, how she was there for you and what you required. She needed you to see it, to know she was special. She adored you, she always had.

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