Growing into the Job, Post 462: A Morning Together, p3

“M-Melissa, I can... I can do this myself, you know,” he said, as she stepped him into the bathroom. Melissa had started running the hot water through the shower several minutes ago and the air in the tiny bathroom was already thick with steam. 

Melissa laughed gently. “Shhh, Jay. You’re tired, right? And I’m not going to let my little man work too hard today. It’s Saturday!” she giggled, “Let me take care of you after a hard week.” She opened the flimsy glass door of the small, stand-up shower in his small, one-room apartment; a cloud of warm fog billowed out. “You've had a tough couple days, you deserve some pampering.”

She could tell something was up. It had been that way all morning, last night even. He seemed a little more distant than unusual. Poor guy’s had a tough time recently, she figured. 

As she helped him step into the tight, steamy enclosure, following him closely after, she could tell he initially felt overwhelmed by both her size and her attention. In these cramped quarters, and with both of them naked, the intimacy between the two of them was undeniable. Her size immediately dominated the shower space, making it clear that she was not just offering to help him but taking control of the moment. 

“Look at us,” she laughed, “We barely fit in here together anymore!”

No matter what sort of mood he was in, or what gloomy little thoughts had  wormed their way into his brain, Melissa could see it in his eyes. He was immediately captivated, focused on her body. I figured this would work haha. 

Once they got settled into their own, personal, steam-filled space and Melissa closed the door behind them, he found himself once again face to face with his girlfriend's towering frame. Specifically, her waist. Following the first rivulets of water as they cascaded down her abdomen, where her taut, smooth skin glistened under a misty spray he stared at bare stomach was an expanse of lightly tan, flawless skin stretched over firm, defined muscles, each one subtly shifting as she moved. It was like looking at a perfectly sculpted statue, like that of the atrium, only warm and alive. Melissa's flat belly seemed to him suddenly like a symbol of control, discipline, and strength, yet was somehow still so undeniably feminine. Her navel, a perfect, delicate indentation in the center of her flat stomach, drew his attention like a magnet. It seemed impossible that it could actually be above his eye level at this moment, another stark reminder of just how far things had shifted. 

Melissa watched him, feeling his thoughts. “You know, I think I’m bigger than I was yesterday,” she commented, reaching for the shampoo he used, a brand she’d picked for him and had sitting on the shower’s tiny ledge.

She heard him swallow hard, knowing that he was already feeling a familiar mixture of awe and inadequacy, and her talking about herself growing would only intensify that. The flatness of her stomach, she knew, stood in contrast to the perfectly rounded softness of her massive breasts, which all but blocked her view of him. Melissa was well aware that her body was her greatest asset, its strength and size an ever-growing source of pride. But for him... it was something else. As he stared at the smooth expanse of her abdomen, felt his place next to her, she knew it made him feel small - not just physically, but in every way. It made him feel weak and helpless, but there was something about it that was undeniably comforting. knowing that this body, the same one that made him feel so inferior, was here to protect him, hold him close, and nurture him. It made him feel safe and warm. He wanted that.

Still, though, he would deny it. He didn’t want to accept the incredible rate of growth of her body. Even as it’s - like, right now -  outgrowing his tiny little shower stall haha.

“Bigger since…s-since yesterday?” he asked, incredulous, watching her formidable breasts wobble as she popped open the shampoo.

“MmHmm,” Melissa purred, taking a moment to smell the shampoo, “all that attention last night, I think that’s what made me taller.” Her voice was calm, but she felt her heart quicken a beat. My affirmations are manifesting really good! she thought, remembering how she’d directed herself before going into the gala, bringing into reality the effect the attention of others would have on her body. It was empowering, knowing how she was starting to gain control over her own life. And his too haha.

“T-that’s impossible,” he said, as he was watching her squirt out a dollop of shampoo onto her open palm. Warm water drizzled onto his hair, and, looking up towards the cheap showerhead, he realized the water dripping down onto his head was actually sliding off her chest. The rivulets streaming down her bosom were mesmerizing, and he was struggling to keep his train of thought. “People’s, like, attention can’t make somebody grow…” 

Melissa reached up and adjusted the showerhead lower, so that it would spray his head more directly from behind. “Honey, come on, get your hair nice and wet,” she directed, observing as he moved his hands through his hair, and turned his head directly into the water to soak it through. When she was satisfied she repositioned him underneath her out of the shower's flow again. “Sweetie, remember what I told you, just a little while ago: nothing’s impossible, baby. Not when we’re together.”

Melissa held him close to her for a moment, their wet bodies plastered together, and - with no reply or argument from him other than a funny little nod - she smiled and went about her business shampooing his head. She seemed engrossed with tending to his every need this morning. As she washed his hair, she thought about commenting on how small and delicate his head felt, comparing it to the size and strength of her large hands. Knowing what she’d been able to do to those metal spheres they gave her in the Evolution testing lab, she knew exactly what she could do with his fragile little skull if she’d wanted. Haha probs shouldn't  say anything to him. She bet he could he feel it though, how much bigger and stronger than him she was, how easily she could palm his head and just crack his little bird bones. How must that make him feel? It made her shiver, to consider it.

Nnnngh! Hahaha…come on Missy, stay on target. Just wash his hair.

He was squirming a bit, now that she’d pulled him back under the water to rinse the shampoo from his hair, her hands massaging deep errant circles into his scalp. He was starting to sputter, tensing up under the water's flow. So cute, you're scared of the water aren't you? Don't worry, mommy’s got you. 

“Hold still, little man,” she giggled, “sorry about that. The water is all in your face isn't it? But now your hair’s ~all~ done.”

Shampoo away, she next popped open the body wash she liked him to use and squirted some into her hands. Again she saw his eyes fixate on the jiggling of her boobs above his head as she rubbed her hands together working the lotion into a nice foamy lather. She needed to carefully crouch down a bit to rub her hands to his chest, which was still a bit matted and sticky with syrup, both maple and haha his own. Then, with that done, she crouched lower still to clean- uh, more stickiness. She was carefully washing him from head to toe, and, before long,  he was starting to squirm again.  “Hold still, you little wiggleworm. Let me do this,” she play-scolded, adding, “You know you love it when I pamper you...” 

 …and you do too, little mister, her thoughts continued,  while with a delightedly crooked smile she watched his erection rise back to full-mast.

Despite the warmth of the shower and the shower of attention, Dr. J still felt conflicted. On one hand, he was embarrassed by just how easily she’d taken control of his morning routine, and his bathing, but at the same time there was comfort in being cared for. The tight quarters of the shower also amplified his awareness of how physically small he was next to her, but he knew, Melissa, in her own way, was trying her best to ease his discomfort. 

Melissa innately understood that her strength and presence could be a little…overwhelming. It was a fact that she often relied on to get what she wanted but with Jay, the most precious thing in the whole world, she was using playful language to make it a bit easier for him. She knew he felt conflicted, but in the end - like just about always - he let her have control. So if she wanted his cock again…

“Melissa, I can… I can really manage this,” he offered, his voice a bit shaky as she moved down to soap up his thighs, running strong hands around them, front and back. He saw she seemed readily intent on a new task as her large hands slowly moved up his legs. Jay shuddered. How many times would that make it today already? He’d already lost count. “You don’t have to…”

“Oh, I know I don’t have to, I know you can manage, honey,” she purred, now eyeing his erection with even greater interest, “but why would you want to, why not let me, when I’m right here?” Soapy hands began cleaning his stiff shaft, sending shivers all up and down his body. “You know I love pampering my man. Now, hold still while I get all those…hard-to-reach spots.”

Under his balls, between his legs, behind him and between his cheeks. Her hand passed lovingly, cleaning him. She smiled when he groaned, grew harder still.  

“I bet you don’t like reaching these spots yourself, huh?” she murmured, stroking his most intimate areas with one hand, while gently caressing his upper and middle back with the other, “It’s okay honey, I know how hard it is, but you’ve got me. I like it.”

His eyes were fluttering. She loved how easily she could enrapture this man and, as he began to slump, she literally held him up in the palm of her hand, gently squeezing him with her warm, soapy care.

“You need to be cleaned up, inside and out,” she said, propping him up, releasing his manhood and standing to reach for the shower gel again. 

His eyes slowly refocused, and he found himself looking up at her, and watched as this time, instead of squirting it into her hands, she squeezed a healthy amount of gel onto her chest. After nearly emptying the bottle, she set it aside, and she started gently messaging the liquid, scented soap into her breasts, and into her cleavage. Not enough to lather it up, but rather to slicken her skin. 

“C’mere,” she said, plainly, as she crouched down again, and hoisted him under the arms and pinned him roughly to the wall of wet ceramic behind him, pressing her chest up against his hips, His erection, and much of his lower body, were now sandwiched in the valley between her huge tits. She squished his body into the wall with her huge boobs, burying his waist and hips in her cleavage so deep that her nipples touched the wall on either side of him. Then she let go of him from beneath his arms, and slowly stood, her eyes locked on his the whole time as, with the strength of her legs and torso she slid him up, up, up the wall. Slick tiles pressed into his back behind him, and she held him against the wall of them with her tits alone. He was high enough now that she needed to look up to keep his gaze. 

She looked at him, and she looked in him. She could tell that her power frightened him as much as it excited him. Gazing up at him, she couldn't help but laugh as he dangled there hanging from her tits.

“Look at you up there,” she said, cooing indulgently, biting her lip in her own arousal, “I’ve got you trapped.”

Her little boyfriend groaned, and settled his hands on her shoulders for support. Her hair, half wet, hung thickly around her face. Her smile was ebullient, and her eyes glistened. 

“I’ll bet I could give you a tit fuck up there just by squeezing my boobs together.”

And so, true to her word, she slowly brought her long arms to the side of her big tits, in full view of her little man’s saucered eyes. She pressed them together and lifted them up, slightly, letting Jay feel his body rise, his back, legs, and butt sliding against the wet tile before falling again as she slowly released.  Then, she did it again.  With just the size of her breasts she was fucking him against the wall, their bodies slickened together with water and shower gel. Her power was simply unbelievable, and she could see how he submissively loved every dominating minute of it. She saw how he closed his eyes and lay back with his back against the wall, the shower nozzle a foot or so below the height of his head. It sprayed water mostly onto Melissa’s shoulder, but some landed on her face and breasts. She pressed her breasts together, slowly and powerfully, again and again, sliding his smaller body up and down the tiled wall of the shower, watching his face the whole time. 

“Good boy, good boy,” she cooed, “you just relax, let me make you feel good.” It’s like I’m fucking his whole body with them. She could feel how he’d already begun to tense, his bones readying himself for another climax, and she smiled as he finally gave into the urge to open his eyes and watch. 

The sight of her giant breasts bulging around his tiny hips, squeezing together up past her collarbone and nearly to her neck on their slow, doughy rise, finally caused his climax to come. He spasmed and bucked, blasting his seed into Melissa's awe-inspiring cleavage. He saw a small spurt of semen make it all the way to her throat before quickly being washed away by the shower's spray and out of her huge fleshy chasm.

“There we go…there we go…” she purred gently, as his orgasm began to subside. His body was slowly wilting, collapsing into a puddle against her, and his whole upper torso flopped onto her for support. She giggled. “Aww! You’re like my little marshmallow, aren’t you? I could just squeeze you all day!” Indulgently, she continued to slowly rock his body, sliding him up and down against the cool wall with the squeeze of her wet breasts’ warm embrace until he had finally gone completely limp, sagging down onto her. His arms had left her shoulders and now wrapped themselves around her head. He buried his face in her mane of fragrant hair. “Oh, baby, good boy,” she praised, “Mama’s gonna take such good care of you today.”

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again, with the no image (not counting that little why-not, for-reference thing) as we here walk delicately past the offices of Patreon's Bureau of Fun-Suckage.

Thanks to RiF for some great edits.