Post 182: Shanette Brings Him Home

”I got this,” I heard my new employee, Shanette, say as we reached the bottom of the staircase that led up to my apartment. She and Lakshmi had been called by Vida to escort me home, supporting me, basically holding me up the entire walk from my office. I was exhausted, woozy, feeling ready to pass out after my most recent booster shot. My head was swimming, their voices sounding far away, but I could still make out their conversation. This was much worse than last week.

“You sure?” answered Lakshmi, genuine concern on her face. She was a long-time Medical Assistant of mine, and a pretty sweet girl.

And god look at her ass…

Aside from sapping my energy, this shot - again even more dramatically than the previous one last week - also made me feel high and goddamn horny. It was not an unpleasant feeling, this somnolent stupor, and part of me had actually been looking forward to it (as much as I hated needles haha).

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m a big girl,” Shanette answered, one hand on my shoulder, one behind my back, near my hip, “Go have fun. I’ll catch up.” If I had been more aware, I would have heard the hint of excitement in her voice as she helped me take the first step up the staircase.

Big girl huhuh, I thought to myself, thankful now that I didn’t just blurt it out in my half-daze. Shanette was a big girl, probably 5’11” in her white sneakers to my - <gulp> I still can’t believe it -  5’5”. And not just tall…she was big in two important other ways. Even though my eyes were all but closed, I’d been struggling not to leer at her very healthy, very full breasts, on prominent display this late afternoon, out of her office attire and in an overmatched tank top that left nothing of her well-developed torso to the imagination.

“Okay, his door is at the end of the hall,” Lakshmi said from behind us, as Shanette began to slowly walk me up the stairs, “See you there!”

“Th-thanks, Lakshmi,” I mumbled, not knowing if she’d heard me. Even in my state, I had gathered that the girls, apparently, were headed out for drinks. Lakshmi had still been in her too-tight scrubs, but Shanette had already changed from a sweater and long skirt into this white tank and tight, ripped jeans, an outfit I’d maybe recognized from the flurry of images she’d sent me in her “application”. Tall and curvy, her body was no doubt built for pleasure, a fact this ensemble made perfectly evident. Her waist was taut, her ass was big, and her legs were long. Soft waves of dark hair and a chest heavy with big boobs completed the package; Shanette was an A-1 fox of major proportions. But she was a friend of Melissa’s and…and…

“Wow this place needs a paint job…” Shanette commented, finding the switch and flipping on the overhead fluorescent light as she stepped me through my doorway.

How did…? When…? I was in my apartment, already? Had I walked up the stairs?

“Let’s get you onto the couch,” she instructed me, steering my listing body towards the old thing. In a moment she had me settled there, and was crouched in front of me, untying my shoes.

“Th-thanks…I’ll be okay,” I finally spoke, attempting - even as I stared openly down her neckline - to muster some dignity in the face of it all, being feather-bedded by this young woman who I’d apparently hired but just met today, “You can take off, catch up with the girls…”

“Awww, it’s no problem,” she cooed, smiling with big teeth, compassionate and bright white up at me, “I thought I’d stay a while, make sure you’re okay.” She pulled one shoe from my foot, gently put it aside. “Missy would want that.” Then she removed the other, laid it by its twin. She looked back up at me, and I could feel my cock starting to grow down my left thigh already. I was not myself, spaced out by the treatment, and had no control over the thing in the face of this indecorous intimacy. I prayed to god she didn’t notice.

“y-you’re good friends with Melissa, right?” I asked, nearly groaning as I watched her big, milk chocolate breasts wobble with jiggles as she began to pull the sock from my left foot.

“Oh, yes, for sure, I love Missy,” Shanette explained, folding my thin black sock, placing it neatly in my left shoe, “all the way from high school. We were roommates after, we worked together at the restaurant and the dealership…” I had vaguely remembered this, from her application, but as the jiggles continued as she peeled off my right sock, my gaze stayed fixed and I stayed quiet.“I’m friends with all these girls, but Missy and I go way back. I’m so excited to be able to see her every day again.”

She put away my right sock. Shanette’s long, dark hair was falling fetchingly, now, over her chest. I sat there and stared, admiring its full thick waves, its soft luster over the backdrop of her inviting cleavage. It reminded me, in fact, of Melissa’s hair. Darker, maybe, but similar in its voluptuous body. Then, with a sudden  flourish, she tossed it over her shoulder, and looked up at me with a friendly, knowing grin. “You doing okay, Dr. J?”

The gust of her mane startled me, and its breeze filled my nose. Shanette’s hair even, maybe, sort of smelled like Melissa’s… the same shampoo..?

“Y-yes, I’m good,” I replied, now temporarily stunned by the dark, glittering eyes of the girl. I was getting more and more concerned that I was falling under some sort of spell. “R-really…I’ll be fine, if you need to leave…”

“Oh, shush, it’s okay if I’m late,” she assured me, putting a hand on my knee and using it to help raise herself up. For a moment she stood there, leaned over in front of where I sat slumped, openly letting me gape down her top. In my state the magnetic pull of her darkly soft cleavage was too strong for me, and I had no chance of looking away, but rather just appreciated the perfect smoothness of her taut, young skin. “I promised I’d take care of you,” she continued, keeping her chest in the direct line of my vision as I tracked it, as she sat down aside me on the couch. “We can think of this as training, helping me learn how to take care of our poor old patients.” she said with a warm smile, as she inched her incredible bosom nearer to my face, “You want me to be a good nurse, don’t you?”

“y-y-yuh…” I agreed, absolutely gobsmacked by the figure of this girl, now so insistently intimate. I’d like to say that my mind roiled with conflict, that thoughts of Melissa, my wife, my job, my life were battling my baser instincts in my head. But I’d be lying. I was just hypnotized by Shanette’s huge tits.

And goddamnit she knew it. “So I’m not going anywhere just yet, not until I know you’re comfortable,” she said, hands demurely on her lap, slowly moving her torso to and fro in front of my eyes, gently swiveling at the waist...

She watched me as I watched her, her smile twisting just a bit. “Besides, the girls tell me you’re somebody that likes really big breasts,” she said, her voice dropping softly, “So, I was hoping we could get to know one another a little better…” She inched even closer still, filling my vision with her swollen voluptuousness, “Or, rather, I can get to know you,” she continued, “and you can get to know them…”

At that, she slowly squeezed her arms together, causing her gigantic tits to swell up even more, bubble up in her top, flesh threatening to overflow the neckline of her outmatched white tank. Her dark skin shone with a subtle sheen, maybe one of coconut oil, which only emphasized how huge she was, though unnaturally firm and not wearing a bra.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, as she looked down at me, keeping her cleavage inflated, keeping me speechless, “they’re not implants. It’s all me.”

My jaw was hanging open, and in my daze I just continued to stare, “n-n-natural…?” I managed.

That made Shanette giggle, and think. “Well, I’m the biggest in my family,” she said, now slowly pulling her shoulders back in a dramatic display of her size, “I’m bigger than my mom, way bigger than my sisters…” She giggled again as her tits threatened to burst her top after she drew a deep breath, goggling my eyes wider.  “…I’m bigger than all of them put together.”

Holy fucking god. What was this girl doing?? I tried to gather myself, but I was helplessly seized, paralyzed by the sight of her, the smell of her, the warmth of her.

She moved closer. She smelled like coconut. Coconut, maybe vanilla, and something else.

“So…natural?” she asked, her left hand finding its way to my shoulder, “I don’t know…”

“m-maybe f-from your father’s side?” I offered, trying my best to make this a conversation, appear engaged and not just look like a leering fool.

”Ha, no,” she replied, moving her hand behind my neck now, gently massaging my nape, “No boobs on that side either.” She paused, thought for a moment. “I always said I had Missy to thank.”

Alarm bells. Alarm bells should have been ringing. But no, all warnings of something I should be afraid of were hushed by the bulging bosom of this girl’s body. My cock was fully hard now, straining uncomfortably in my slacks, and had drained the blood apparently meant for my brain. It was huge, stretched down my thigh, and there’s no way she didn’t see it. Again, though, I tried as I could to keep talking. “wh-what do you mean..?”

“Well, I was always tall but not built like this in high school,” she began, fighting back a smile of pride as she was so effortlessly keeping my attention, “My boobs really came in when we moved in together, me and Missy, when we worked together at the restaurant after graduation…”

“a-at Hooters?” I said, dumbly.

“Yes, at Hooters,” she giggled, amused by my obvious knowledge of her work history, “I grew mostly when I lived with her, worked with her. We call it ‘The Melissssy Effect’.”

“t-t-the…the what?” I asked, momentarily able to look up at her, into her eyes.

She giggled again, and used her left hand - now cupping the back of my head - to redirect my gaze back at her chest. “The Melissssy Effect,” she repeated, “It’s silly, it’s crazy, but we all think we get hotter the more time we spend with her. Like, living with her? That’s when my hair got longer, smoother. My ass grew…” Shanette caressed the back of my scalp with her manicured fingers. “…my skin even got lighter.”

I swallowed, dryly, not able to comprehend or process, really, what this girl was implying.

“So I’m excited to be working with her again.” she continued, allowing me to continue to just stare at her tits, “just two days here and already I’m feeling tender.”

I breathed her in, breathed in her warmth, and gaped at the bulging flesh of her huge, firm bosom, at her smooth skin. My breast obsession, I knew, had grown to dangerous levels. But even then I don’t think I realized just how crippling it had become.

“Just imagine if I really start growing again,” Shanette mused, smiling, “If I start growing out of all my tops? Oh, wow. My little boys will love it…”

My brow furrowed, and I looked up again at her. What..??

She smiled, amused by my confused consternation, and booped me on the nose with one finger of her free right hand. “Oh, I have lots of little guys on Insta that love calling me ‘mommy’,” she said, allowing me to keep eye contact for the moment, “It’s some sort of fantasy of theirs…”

“I have to admit I indulge it a bit haha,” she laughed, watching as my eyes drifted, on their own accord, slowly back down to her chest, “I play up this whole ‘big mommy milkers’ thing, tease ‘em like children, talk to them like babies.” Her fingers continued to massage my head, playing idly with my hair. Her other hand had drifted down, onto my left knee. “But it’s amazing, how it’s changing,” she continued, “how many guys want mommy these days…”

At that, I gasped. Less from her words, less from feeling like she was unearthing some hidden truth, and more from the fact that her hand had just found my cock, gently grabbing it through my pants leg.

My eyes fluttered, I groaned, but I didn’t pull away.

She smiled.

“Yeah, it’s crazy, what’s happening,” she purred, gently squeezing my engorged shaft through the thin fabric of my work pants, “guys are all getting so…infantile. Talking about boobs, talking about milk, talking about girls getting bigger and thicker. It’s like they’re admitting what they’ve always been looking for…”

She squeezed me again, and again, now rubbing me slowly through my pants. I was quivering, quaking, my gut tight, each move she made bringing stars to my eyes.

“…how about you?” Shanette asked, watching my eyes as they struggled to stay open, struggled to keep focused on the deep flesh canyon of her tightly packed tits. I knew if I closed my eyes I would explode, right in my pants. “Is that what you’ve been looking for, too? A mommy..?”

“Oh my god…”  I groaned, plain as day, as my hips bucked into her hand.

She laughed - ”‘whoops, haha!” - and pulled her hand from my manhood. She sat back, her hand leaving the back of my head leaving me laid back, slumped and watching her as she now took to undoing my belt.

“Let’s get you out of these things,” she said, helping me raise my hips as - already having me unzipped - she pulled my pants down, began to get down to her knees, “let mama see what’s…”

Her voice trailed off as, startled, her eyes went wide. She was gaping, open-mouthed herself now, at the monstrous thing that had grown from my boxers, down my left thigh, more than halfway to my knee. It was huge and thick and swollen, purple veins already standing out from the taut skin that stretched over my turgid shaft. The head had already leaked a drop of pre-cum.

“Oh god!” Shanette laughed, finally, hand flying up to her mouth, “It is true! Omigod Dr. J you’re a horse!!”

Mortified, but oh so turned on, I watched as she took to grabbing, now, my boxers. “These must hurt,” she cooed, as my dick strained against their thin cotton and indeed yes threaten to tear them asunder. In a flash, though, she had them down, joining my pants around my ankles. She had scooted between my knees, on her own knees herself.

She grabbed my shaft, feminine hand barely able to encircle it. “Oh my God I’ll never fit this thing in my mouth!” she marveled, “I’ll bet even Randi struggled with you!”

For a brief moment my thoughts went back, remembering that night, Randi in my apartment after shooing away Lakshmi and Josie. I remembered her right where Shanette was now, opening that ungodly huge mouth for me so wide…

“I can’t do what she can,” Shanette said, settling herself up, sitting up straight, skin of her soft hand still around my shaft, “There’s only one place that will fit. Here-“

With that, she lifted the lower hem of her top away from her smooth belly, and - pulling me in and leaning towards me - slid my enormous cock up, under her top, up her sternum, in between her breasts.

“There you go…” she purred, releasing me into the soft, enveloping embrace of her tits. My eyes fluttered, then goggled as I watched my head, just proud of her huge upper swells, disappear again between her. I was big, but she dwarfed me. I was surrounded by softness, warmth, the flesh of her breasts.

“Omigod, no,” I groaned, aghast at myself but unable, utterly, to do anything but watch as, slowly, my head appeared again, and then vanished as she pressed herself around me and slowly started to rock up and down my length.

“Shhhh…” she whispered, “relax….”

Ungh. Ungh ungh ungh. This was a titfuck, my god, of epic proportions, inside her top. Her tits were so huge, so soft, skin subtly slick with coconut oil, and this all felt so good.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice now a satisfied purr, proudly watching my face as I was quickly dissolving in ecstasy, “You like being in there? Is it nice and warm in there with mama?”

Oh christ, oh god, oh no..in there with mama…

Suddenly, ungh, ungh…suddenly it was too much. I felt it grip me and nearly crack my hips. My loins clenched and burst, and I saw it erupt, globs of my seed shooting up towards her throat. My come came, came bubbling up from between her tits, then coating me and her cleavage with its wet glaze as still she slid me up and down, in and out, under the prison of her white tank top.

“That’s right, that’s right sugar,” she cooed, sweetly encouraging me to empty my load, “get it all out…”

I grunted, and moaned, pushing my frail hips up into her lushness and letting her ride me out, letting her drain me.

“Come for mama…come…get it all out…” she purred, as she watched me start to slow, start to fade, my face slack already. My eyes were becoming heavy and, even as I still throbbed between her tits, I began to fade.

“Good boy, good baby…” I heard her cluck, still holding my waning cock between her glorious breasts. She intended, I now saw, to let me fall asleep like this. She held me, hugged me with her bigger body, didn’t let me go. “Mama’s got you…”

The last thing I saw was her smile, watching her lips as my world went black…

“I’ve got you…”

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Thanks to Joshua67 for his help with the gifs and my whole team of ninja assassins for their guidance on this one.