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Growing into the Job, Post 414: Melissa Comes Home, p1

The side door cracked open bringing with it the cool air from the attached garage as Melissa Monroe, Office Manager for what was at the time Far Horizons Medical Associates, made her way into the house. “Sorry I’m a little late,” she apologized, announcing herself to whoever was here as she came into the kitchen, tossed her bag and the package from the clinic on the counter and stepped into the soaring great room. She dropped her shoes - her feet were killing her - right there on the spot. “I had to stop by Evolution. They’re kinda getting so annoying but I needed-”

She lowered her voice immediately. The house was dark, just a couchside lamp lit in the big living space. She had already sent ripples through the peaceful scene; she could feel the vibe of the home and smiled when she took it all in.

“Thanks for watching him, Rand.”

Her friend Randi had their boss and Melissa’s current boyfriend on the couch with her, across her lap and wrapped into the plush white robe she was wearing, one that belonged to Melissa’s mother, whose house this was. His head, shoulders and arms were nowhere to be seen, swaddled to her chest. Randi brought her finger to her lips. “Shhhhhhhhh….!”

“Oh! Is he sleeping..?” Melissa whispered excitedly as she tiptoed her way toward them with a big, big smile on her face. She felt so much better being near him. Evening had fallen, the lights were low, and she knew he’d- haha - had a very eventful day. It warmed her to see two of the people she loved most like this. Standing over the pair, watching the scene, she beamed.

Randi was wearing a white robe of her moms. Wrapped inside, his head suctioned to her teat, lay Melissa’s boyfriend. It was so cute.“ Ya I think he’s out,” Randi softly whispered as she looked down at the child-sized bulge in her robe, “He stopped sucking a half hour or so ago, but I honestly think he was asleep way before that.”

“Oh my gosh that’s too adorable,” Melissa gushed, still trying her best to stay quiet even though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to hear anything. She could sense that he was deep asleep and his mind was still. Plus, he was covered up by the robe; any sound they made would be muffled, and his hearing wasn’t very good anyway. Despite this, she was still careful, as she raised his thin little legs up so she could sit down beside the two, on Randi’s left. She lowered his legs back, fresh and naked, onto her lap and across her powerful, pencil skirt thighs. She looked down on him, nice and exposed, as she playfully brought the fingers of her left hand to his knee. “He looks like he enjoyed his day with Auntie Randi.”

“Yeah he ‘enjoyed’ it alright…” Randi began, pausing as she did her math, “he enjoyed it five times. And…look at that. It looks like he’s getting ready to enjoy it again.” She paused again, nodding her chin over towards what was now slowly stiffening, growing up off his right thigh. “Do you think he knows you’re here? He seems happy to see you.”

“Ooooo five times? Is that right?” Melissa cooed, her eyes drifting down to the swelling erection which was systematically rising, rising, rising. They both watched it; it was an amazing sight. “Did Auntie Randi make you come five times? Hmm?” Her tone, speaking directly to his lower half again, was indulgent. It was as if she was speaking to a small child.

“I can’t believe how needy he is, Missy,” Randi said, beginning to lightly stroke his head through the soft fabric of the robe, though her eyes remained fixed on his member, “and how quickly he can recover.” Her voice, atypical for her, was low, quiet and tender. “You’ve really been training him well.”

“Well I’m sorry I wasn’t here to take care of him myself,” Melissa offered, “This little guy can be a handful.” She hissed, sucking air through her front teeth as she began to stroke his thigh with her left hand and cause his cock to surge to full mast, “Thank you so much for being here, helping him out when he needed it. I’m sure he appreciated it.”

They both watched as Dr. J twitched in - yes - appreciation.

“Oh don’t thank me, it wasn’t me. It was you,” Randi continued, “Every time we did it he was either watching your interview or looking at pictures of you or I was talking about you. Well, except for the time when I had his whole arm down my throat. But otherwise it was all you. Even now, he’s sucking my tit but I bet he’s dreaming about you. He really digs his new Mommy Girlfriend.”

Dreaming about me? Mommy Girlfriend? Melissa’s eyes dulled as she looked down at him, gazing deep.

She paused, watching his eyes slide back and forth behind his lids.

Mmmm Yep. He is. He’s dreaming me bigger.

“Aww that’s sweet.” Melissa replied, as her hand drifted under his swollen scrotum and rewarded his thoughts with a caress.

“‘Sweet’s’ got nothing to do with it, Missy. He’s a….nnnnnnn…”

Randi closed her eyes and groaned softly. She was lost in a moment of rapture as Dr. J, in his dream-filled sleep, under the warm blanket of the white terrycloth robe, began to suck again at her right nipple.

Melissa giggled, encouraging the show as Randi recovered. She began drawing two delicate fingers up his purple, swollen shaft, tracing the path of his engorged, throbbing veins.

“…he’s a…uggh…he’s a fucking simp for you,” Randi continued, more breathless now and watching her friend gently take his impressive manhood into her huge, manicured hand, gripping it around the shaft. “H-he…he worships you,” she said.

“Mmmm…yeah…” Melissa purred, “not really. Not yet.”

Both women were watching him throb, balls clenching, veins pulsing. Melissa had him in her soft but powerful grasp and began to stroke him in a slow, gentle rhythm.

“…but I love it,” she admitted.

“Oh Christ,” Randi groaned, her eyes fluttering shut again as-

“Language…” scolded Melissa.

“S-s-sorry…”

-as his nursing behavior became more fervent under the robe. Slow but firm and now with purpose came Melissa’s strokes up and down, up and down. She could sense not only his pleasure coming, but Randi’s as well as she steadily brought them to a crest.

“M-Missy I…I…” Randi groaned, holding his head tight to her chest, letting her long tongue loll out of her mouth. The feel…the feel of his face plastered against her big tit, his mouth dry-nursing her nipple, it was like sex it was better than sex and she’d never been able to come through her nipple but- “If you keep doing that Missy...I’m gonna…he’s gonna…we’re gonna…”

“That’s right, that’s okay baby,” Melissa purred, speaking down to his needy cock but also to her friend, “I know what you need. Come for mama.”

In a small chorus of groans - one from her and one that came from under her robe - both Randi and Dr J came in unison, together, stoked and stroked to a sympathetic climax that washed over them both like a gentle wave. Randi’s came from her nipple, for the first time in her life, but she also felt something change deep within. There was this sense of satisfaction, this peace that she never thought she could have as she held Jay to her chest.

As if to christen the moment, Jay released spurt after spurt of come which splattered over the two of them, he and Randi, as he slept. His crescendo echoed in his dream until he was left dribbling all over Melissa’s left hand.

Melissa giggled, pleased with her efforts as she felt Randi growing right next to her.

Her friend was gasping, panting, clutching their little charge to her chest as her breast swelled into his face. He was still asleep.

“Jesus Missy…” Randi breathed, slowly coming back to reality, eyes refocusing, a little larger than she was just two moments ago, “and, I know, sorry. Language.”

Melissa giggled again. She was happy, so happy to be able to do this, to bring such pleasure and comfort to her little family. To be able to make them grow stronger. They were all becoming closer, bonding, and it was beautiful.

His come was pearly on her hand, opalescent in the semi-light. Melissa lay his cock down, tenderly, against his hip. She held her hand up, glistening, and lazily rubbed her fingers together. It was beautiful, really, the way it caught the beams, the soft rays of light from the lamp. It glistened on its own, trailing down her hand and between her fingers.

Randi was staring.

“Do you want this?” Melissa asked her friend as, with great ceremony, she offered her hand to her friend. She brought it towards Randi’s face and Randi’s eyes were locked on hers as she opened her mouth and took her fingers in, sucking on them, taking the come the seed all its brine in a communion. Her eyes fluttered, the ecstasy of a divine experience, and she quietly sucked, and slurped, and ate it all from her friend’s hand.

When Melissa’s hand was clean and gone, wiped dry on his thigh, Randi leaned her head onto her friend’s right shoulder. Together the two women held him, his naked body laid across their laps, still sleeping under the robe.

“You need me to leave, don’t you?” Randi said after a time.

“Yes, but not just yet,” Melissa answered, leaning her own head onto Randi’s, “let’s sit like this for a while.”

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squawneworder · 11 months ago

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Growing into the Job, Post 407: Babysitting, p2 (Breakroom Interlude One)

“What kind of tea is that?” Melissa asked, as she sat her big butt down in the old breakroom. She’d spent most of her day in the new wings, helping get things ready, but was back in the office this afternoon. Her feet, even in these new pumps, were killing her. She felt the heels might snap at any time; she needed another pair now that she was getting so much heavier. “It smells like licorice.”

“It is kozieradka i koper włoski,” smiled Katarina, currently the medical records clerk here at FHMA, “Fenugreek and the fennel.” She, too, had been working on the other side of the building all morning, in the just-about-ready Regression Clinic. They’d just put in the new chairs and had the parturition canal delivered. “Is good lactation aid. Bring in more the milk.”

“Mmm,” Melissa nodded, feeling a little twinge as she glanced down at her blonde co-workers chest, which seemed ready to burst the buttons of her crisp white blouse, to the point where gaps were puckering below her neckline. “Looks like you need to pump?”

“Yes always need to pump,” Katarina chuckled, grasping one big breast through her top, squeezing, “Is…how do you call it…’full time job’.”

To that, Melissa giggled, and took a sip of her own tea. Peppermint, with some honey. “Speaking of, we’re going to need to put someone new here at the medical records desk, once you start up in the new clinic next week, right?”

Katarina shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe,” she replied, “Medical record job here easy, boring. Maybe I keep doing it too? No need hire new girl.”

Melissa loved Katarina’s accent. Polish, right? It was adorable.

“Okay, sure,” the tall brunette beauty agreed. “But once you get too busy just let me know. We can find someone.”

Katarina nodded, took a sip of tea.

“How are things in the clinic? Getting ready?” Melissa asked. Under the breakroom table, she kicked off her heels. Ahhhh.

“Yes, good ready,” the young blonde answered, “I meet Dr. Chou for first time, new therapist, from Evolution.”

“Yes! She’s great isn’t she?” Melissa beamed, “She’s on the team that takes care of me there.”

“Ah yes good,” Katarina smiled, “Also tub getting installed soon. Shanette calling first clients for next week, before she leave for her trip, doing schedule. I saw you have appointment with-?”

“Oh yes I’m so excited for it!” Melissa giggled, feeling herself flush and remembering how cute he looked this morning when she left him all snuggled up under the covers. Randi had better be being nice to him today! She and Jay's relationship had been growing so well, but she knew with some professional help they could go even farther.

Another twinge, right near her nipple. “Hey can I try your tea?” Melissa asked.

“Sure,” Katarina replied, sliding her white mug across the table, with a hint of crooked smile.

Melissa took a slow sip. “Mmm tastes kind of like maple syrup?”

Katarina nodded, took back the tea as Melissa slid it back towards her. “Is good in smoothies too.”

“I bet.” Casually, Melissa tucked an errant lock of her thick, dark hair behind an ear. She’d been wearing it up all day but parts of it were starting to misbehave. “I like your eyeliner,” she said, admiring the blonde’s makeup. Despite having the twins and a husband to care for at home, Katarina always looked so nice. Having only known the Polish girl for only several weeks <check this>, Melissa already felt a nice connection with her. She was a straight shooter, for sure, no nonsense. And really pretty. Plus, Katarina had let Melissa feed Jay her pumped breastmilk recently haha - maybe she liked it, giving him his milk-. She felt like she could talk to Katarina about something she’d been thinking about. As a mom, she might have some insight.

“So, um, Katarina,” Melissa began again. The two women were alone in the breakroom, still. “You know Dr. J and I have been getting really close?”

“You are the girlfriend-boyfriend, yes?”

“Yes yeah. We’re trying to be really open, really honest with each other now.” Well, I’m doing the best I can without freaking him out. “And, so, for a while, I’ve been able to, like, read him really you know what I mean? Like, I know what he needs, almost know what he’s thinking…?”

“Yes yes?” Katarina nodded, leaning in towards the table, listening. She’d write this down later, in her report. Or maybe not. “Is very normal, you are in love.”

“Well, yes,” Melissa responded, feeling herself flush. Love! Yes! “But, like, I know it sounds weird but sometimes I can actually, like, see things, like his dreams or whatever he’s, like, thinking about. Like see it see it,” Melissa continued, pausing. “Can you do that, like, with your babies? Or your husband?”

“My boys?” Katarina answered, considering the question, pausing herself. “Is easy, I know what they always be thinking about.” Another pause. “Boobs. Always boobs. Bab…babies and husband the same.””

Melissa giggled.

“But, Doctor…” Katarina asked, with new interest, “…what he think about now?”

“You mean, besides boobs?”

Katarina chuckled. “Yes, besides boobs.”

“Well, like I said, it was weird, but it was like I was seeing his memories or something,” Melissa said, “I saw what his mom looked like, when he was young, before she left him as a baby.”

“Yes?” This was new, Katarina thought. “Mother looked…?”

“A lot like me,” Melissa answered, “A lot like I look now.”

“Pretty?”

Melissa flushed again. “Yes,” she answered, “And thank you.”

“Big boobs?” Katarina continued.

“Yes.” Mine are bigger.

“Big butt? Big hair?”

“I guess?” Melissa answered, “He was just a baby. I think everything looked big to him.”

This was definitely going in Katarina’s report. Or maybe not. “Did she nurse him?” she asked.

Now Melissa definitely felt a twinge behind her nipple. “I dunno. I dunno if he knows.”

Unapologetically and a bit clinically Katarina’s gaze fell to Melissa’s massive chest. “Do you feel it, like..?”

“Coming in?” Melissa replied, “I dunno…maybe?”

Katarina nodded, and took a sip of tea. “Then I bet she did,” she offered, “But not enough. Never enough for boys. My husband same way. Weaned too early.”

Omigod these twinges!

Melissa’s mind was beginning to swim, building in excitement. “S-so…what’s it like? Nursing?” she asked, “The babies, I mean?”

To that, Katarina smiled. “So, like, the feeling of the milk coming in is warm, thick but sexy, like a build putting you on edge. It just build up, feels heavy and on display,” she began, “Is hard to ignore, can get very uncomfortable after a while if not squeeze, pump, nurse.”

Melissa, rapt, nodded.

“But the moment someone latches on and starts to feed,” Katarina continued, “each suck is like a short burst. Is like orgasm and washes over body in waves. You feel belly tighten and chest get light while the dziecko in your arms starts to weigh heavier. It is like…transfer of gravity, of weight, of love, and very very…how you say it? Pleasurable.”

“Oh my,” Melissa said, her tea forgotten.

Seeing her audience so interested, Katarina continued. “It is like to be inside him and let love overwhelm him, whole act of nursing is just drowning him in you with breast practically smothering his face.” She took a long drink of her lactation tea. “If not careful, you can smother. But now your milk coating his insides, becoming part of him, you providing nice experience, relaxing experience.”

“Relaxing?”

“Ha yes for you both. Better than massage, for mamusia,” Katarina chuckled, “just lay there cradling him while he feed and matka just becoming… almost like hypnotized by the rhythm of his sucking and the waves of gentle pleasure that come each suck. Sometimes come slow, sometimes fast and…how do you call it?…needy.”

“Needy, yes,” Melissa breathed, “Omigod I’m so jealous.”

Katarina could not help the proud smile that had crinkled her dimples. She played with her mug, cradling its warmth in her hands and then looking up at Melissa. “He have some of mine, again?” she asked.

“Yes, just last night, the last bottle.”

Katarina nodded. “You should measure him.”

“Oh god…Yeah, we did,” Melissa sighed, “Well, Randi did. She’s home with him now. She measured him just a couple hours ago.”

“Smaller?” Katarina asked, the pride shining through some more.

“Y-yes,” Melissa responded.

“That’s…how do you say?…hot, right?”

“So hot.”

Katarina chuckled, and pushed her mug across the table to Melisssa. “Is normal, how you feel right now,” she said, watching Melissa eye the steaming tea, “becoming mother-figure to man you love is natural. Is good step for you.”

Melissa took the tea, took another sip.

“I swear you are not going to want to give him a solid meal ever again,” Katarina added wistfully.

The idea of breastfeeding Jay was a true delight to Melissa. She already loved supplying him with warmth, now that his body supplied so little of it itself and he was beginning to depend on her for it. She loved making the money for them both, providing for them and giving him his allowance. She lived making his air, filling him with the oxygen of her kisses. She loved taking care of him and trying to keep him all to herself even to the point that often when they would kiss she would hold him above the ground so that the earth was no longer touching him. She would be his Earth. She loved holding him and carrying him around and cradling him so it was little wonder that the thought of being able to breastfeed him and provide all his body's nutritional needs was exceptionally exciting to her.

By this point, the urges were crackling through her like electricity. Melissa sat up, stood up, and pushed Katarina’s tea back across the table to her. “I need a mirror,” she said, picturing the sink in the ladies’ room right before she stepped away. I’ve got some manifestations to do.

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Thank you to PoisonedSugarPill for giving us a woman’s perspective on the experience of nursing. So…how do say?…helpful. And RiF for his edits.

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