GITJ Post 421: Getting Ready for the Big Day, p2

“Did you feel that?” Josie asked.

“Oh, yes did you feel that, Dr. J?” followed Lakshmi.

It had been like an earthquake. 

Lakshmi released my face, gently lowering my head away from her breasts and onto the soft pillow below. She hovered her torso there, though, filling my vision with her chest. In her pink, stretchy top she looked enormous, bosoms bulging over an overstretched neckline.

“You’re making us bigger, Daddy,” Josie said, her voice deeper than I remembered, throaty and seasoned with with a dreamy, intoxicated arousal.

“You are making us…grow,” Lakshmi added. With a deep breath, she inflated her chest. She ballooned.

I was coming down, still. I’d just climaxed in Josie’s hand, having woken up to these two flanking me. I felt weird. Lights flickered in my vision. Lakshmi's chest, somehow, did look bigger. They’d told me this before, it had already been explained to me. My orgasms somehow fueled these unnatural growth spurts that had been blessing my staff. But despite seeing the video evidence, and having foggy memories, part of me - most of me, in fact - was still incredulous. It made no sense. The girls claimed it was some voodoo linked to Melissa, but, like my implausible relationship with her, so little of my world now made sense. I was slowly starting to accept that I may never understand, and it was not my job to understand.

But still. ”H-how am I doing this?” I stammered.

I hadn’t expected an answer, but both girls suddenly grew quiet. Josie had placed my spent but still thick manhood down onto my belly. She and Lakshmi both quietly caressed my hips and sides, ran fingers through the thick goo and fluid which now coated my chest. Josie was the first to speak. “Melissa has magic,” she drawled, enraptured with the pearly offering I’d erupted just a minute or so ago.

“She is amazing,” Lakshmi offered, “You both are.”

‘Magic’? Ridiculous, right? But god help me I was starting to believe it. I had no choice really. Against all rational thought and the very withering of my logical mind I had seen things and felt things that should be impossible. All of my education and training left me ill equipped for the world I now found myself in. “It’s…it’s not normal!” I whined, sounding more petulant child than medical authority.

Both girls chuckled. “No, it’s not ‘normal’,” Josie agreed, “But maybe it's exactly what you want. Who wants 'normal’ anyway?”

“Yes, but maybe we are making a new ‘normal’, right Josie? A normal he will be very happy with.”

“Haha maybe. Let's see.”

Over me, their gazes met. “Kiki,” Josie said, eyes not leaving her friends’, “pull down your pants, show him what’s happening. Show him why we call you ‘Boom Boom’.”

I heard Lakshmi giggle. In a flash, her chest gleefully turned away from me, and just as I turned my head to my right to see what she w-

Oh my god.

“Just look at Lakshmi’s butt,” Josie directed, smiling at my overwhelmed expression. The entire bed shook underneath her, underneath it.

Holy lord it was enormous, easily dwarfing my head twofold with just a single cheek. Haunches the size of a horse’s, nearly. Skin smooth and perfect, flesh rippling to a standstill after seismic jiggles, her massive flesh coming to monumental rest. I was drawn to it. It pulled me in with a gravity all its own, and suddenly I felt dwarfed by it as I lay beside it, below it.

“Dr. J, think about the other girls with big butts in the office,” Josie continued, “You like them, hm? You like looking at them walk, you like watching them sit?  Vida, Morgan…Mallory and her huge hips? Melissa of course. But look at this. Look at it Dr. J.”

I felt Josie’s hand on the back of my head, holding it steady, her voice full of reverence as she made me stare up at Lakshmi’s mountainous glute. It was all but in my face, inches away. “Lakshmi, little Lakshmi…” Josie said, thoughtfully, “she’s as big as all of them. She’s doubled in size. And it’s still growing, isn’t it Keek?”

“It is,” Lakshmi said, her voice up the bed from me, “I am putting on weight every day.”

“It’s gonna get bigger than you,” Josie added, “because she keeps getting bigger and bigger, and you keep getting smaller and smaller.”

 What about this is ‘normal’?!?

“This is your new ‘normal’, Dr. J,” Josie said Slowly pushing my face in steadily closer. “Kiss it.”

“w-w-what?” I stammered.

“Kiss it. Look at your new normal, look how girls and women just totally, like, dwarf you, and kiss it,” Josie commanded, “Kiss Lakshmi’s huge, enormous ass.”

My jaw quivered as Lakshmi rolled at the hip ever-so-slightly towards me, but I didn’t hesitate, or need now to move much more than a centimeter. With Josies's hand still lightly on the back of my head, I puckered, and I kissed Lakshmi’s butt cheek. It was perfect, it was smooth, and it filled my vision. If this wasn’t blatant female power I didn't know what was.

“Again,” Josie insisted. This was a side of Josie, and ‘BoomBoom’, that I hadn’t seen - and it made my heart race.

I kissed it, again.

“Now, rest your cheek against it,” Josie insisted, “Relax.“

I tilted my head, just a bit, and felt Josie with her hand urge me closer, closer in. I rubbed my right cheek, and nose, and lips and chin into Lakshmi’s soft massiveness. Josie’s hand left my head, and grabbed my cock. I shuddered. 

I was hard again, of course. 

“That is right nuzzle into it,” Lakshmi cooed, as Josie began to pump me again.

“It’s so big,” Josie purred. <pump pump pump>

“s-s-so big…” I murmured, into Lakshmi’s firm flesh, my hips starting to buck with Josie’s rhythm, “so b-big…”

“That is right,” Lakshmi urged me, with a quickening in her own voice, “it is…”

Josie’s hand began to speed up. They wanted me to come again. I could sense their excitement. “Roll over onto him, Kiki…” Josie urged, quietly, “…bury his face.”

My eyes bulged, staring up at it. A mountain, a tectonic plate moving, her hips starting to roll towards me.

“Bury him,” Josie repeated eagerly.

She’d crush me. Adrenaline flowed through me as Josie began to pick up the pace.

But just then, text alerts rang out, we all heard them. A familar tone, from either side of the bed, two phones.

”Kiki stop,” Josie said, suddenly stopping her friend, halting her own flagellations to my cock, “That’s mom.”

w-w-what..? nooooo…..!

Over me, the two girls reached for their phones.

“‘I can tell you guys are having fun up there but I have his breakfast ready,” Lakshmi recited, reading a text message from Melissa, “and: ‘we need to get moving’.”

“Okay well poop we have to go,” Josie pouted.

Next thing I knew I was pulled up out of bed - erection absolutely raging, making it hard to walk - and escorted towards the bathroom. Adding to my chagrin my own goo still coated my chest and belly. Towels had been laid all over the floor of the bedroom near the en suite, and piles of them were heaped in the bathroom itself. Everything was soggy, and the standalone bathtub was shattered. Now, in the light of morning, I appreciated the wreckage. 

“Wow,” I marveled, half-remembering Melissa and I in the bath last night. She’d broken the tub with her thighs. 

“Yeah you two made a mess,” Josie remarked, ushering me towards the sink as Lakshmi started sorting through the mess of Melissa’s toiletries. In many ways this looked like a teen girls’ unkempt bathroom. Both Lakshmi and Josie looked half-ready for work. Josie was wearing pink scrub pants. Both girls were in their tight, long sleeved tops. Lakshmi had shed her gray sweatpants and looked massive in just her panties. 

The two young women seemed less-than-concerned about the damage, and casually explained that the ‘monkeys’ they shuttled over from the office earlier this morning would be here during the day to fix things up, once we got out of the way.

“But for now let us get you ready for work,” Lakshmi insisted, brandishing a razor that Melissa must use for her legs, “We need to brush your teeth, clean off the mess you made on yourself, shave off that peach fuzz you are still growing.”

(That's odd. I haven’t had to shave that much…)  

“And Ooo!!”  Josie exclaimed, “I call getting to hold it when he pees!”

Okay, nope. That was a bit much, and made me protest. I yanked a dry towel off a rack, wrapped it around myself, and suddenly found the will to push - against their own instant objections - Lakshmi and Josie from the bathroom. I insisted on brushing my own teeth, shaving my own face and - oh my god yes -  using the bathroom by myself. 

I shooed them out, like two giggling kids, and closed the bathroom door for privacy. 

Hands planted on the quartz countertop, feet standing on soaked towels, I looked in the mirror and breathed a deep sigh of relief in the humid bathroom. I was finally alone.

 My stomach turned slightly. 

“You sure you don’t need us in there?” Josie called through the door. I heard Lakshmi giggle. 

Without Melissa or the girls nearby, their perfumes getting thinner, I started feeling woozy. I looked at myself in the mirror and trembled in a moment of clarity. Holy shit what’s happening to me?

“N-no I’m okay,” I answered. I’ll have to make this quick. 

And, yes, I got it done: teeth brushed (unable to find mine I had to resort to using Melissa’s toothbrush before my sickness overtook me). Chest cleaned. I barely needed to shave, but it was important to look sharp. Finally, they heard me flush and the knock came on the door:

“Come on out cutie we need to get you dressed,” Josie called in. 

Opening the door back up again, I saw both girls standing there, waiting for me, each now fully clothed in matching pink scrubs, with their long-sleeved tops from before below. They held out clothes for me, a scrub set, Lakshmi held the top, and Josie held the bottoms. 

“P-pink? Really?”

“Yes we are all wearing pink today,” Lakshmi answered. 

“For the ribbon-cutting,” Josie followed, “the grand opening.”

“We will be on the news,” Lakshmi finished, “Melissa insisted that we all match.”

And so, apparently blessed with a harem of mommies intent on swallowing every last drop of my male pride, I allowed my two young employees to dress me. In pink. They would then be feeding me and bringing me personally to the den of she-lions I called work. Lakshmi and Josie slipped me into some briefs and then - after some giggles while wrestling my half-erection into its proper place - my pink pants. With the hard work done they pulled the scrub top over my head, and Lakshmi giggled as she squeezed my thin upper arm. 

“He’s just so cute, isn’t he?” Josie tittered. 

“So cute,” answered Lakshmi. Another thing about my harem: they all seemed to share a taste for small men. 

“So, Dr. J, I’m curious,” Josie began, crouched down at my feet to latch up the Velcro of my kid-size sneakers, “How much do you weigh?”

Huh? 

When was the last time I’d been weighed? Whenever it was, I’d shrunk since then. “I dunno, um… about 80, 85 pounds?” 

From below Josie’s mouth formed an “O”, and then spread into a big grin.

“There is a scale in the bathroom,” Lakshmi offered. 

“It never hurts to check.”

Rather than bring me back into the soggy bathroom, Lakshmi went in and fetched the glass, step-on scale. 

The digital numbers made my heart sink. 

“No…Dr J,” Lakshmi gasped, hand to her mouth to hold back a laugh, “that cannot be right. That is so small!” There was something about the way that she emphasized the word ‘small’ that sent a chill down my neck.

“73 pounds!?” Josie squealed.

“oh christ,” I muttered. 

“Language,” Lakshmi scolded. 

I put my face in my hands. “W-what’s happening to me?” I half-sobbed. 

“Oh stop it, Daddy,” Josie chuckled, as she stepped me off the scale, “I think you kinda like it.”

“wh-what? No..!” I insisted, “Losing weight like this…it’s…it’s unhealthy…it’s terrifying..!”

“No, Dr. J, I do not think you are most afraid of shrinking,” Lakshmi said, a strange gentleness to her voice, “I think you are most afraid of how badly you want to shrink.”

“Yeah. You’re afraid of how much you like being smaller than us,” Josie added. 

“How you want to be a man that weighs just a tiny fraction of a woman.”

A fraction? “Well, I-“

Josie interrupted me. “Kiki, get on the scale.”

“Okay,” Lakshmi agreed, and stepped onto the glass of the bathroom scale. The scale beeped, the numbers began to form out of the flashing jumble on the digital readout. 

208 pounds. 

“Wow Kiki that’s almost…” The math was happening in Josie’s head.

“…three times as heavy as him.” 

“So that’s…a third,” Josie said, “Dr. J, you barely weigh a third of what Lakshmi does.”

And then the numbers started to change. 

“Haha Omigod Kiki,” Josie laughed, “You’re going to…show him?”

Lakshmi didn’t answer, but only smiled. She watched me watching the numbers on the scale. 208 had become…

…220. 

254. 

298.

“L-Lakshmi what’s h-happening?” I blurted out as my sense of dread and disquiet rose along with the numbers.

332…380…428…

My jaw had dropped. I looked at Lakshmi. She looked no different, but the scale was saying she’d more than doubled in weight in…eight seconds? This was impossible!

Maybe the scale was broken?? But the growing creak coming from the floor seemed to say otherwise. Was the whole house starting to groan?? 

488…

“Lakshmi, that’s more than yesterday!” Josie marveled, “That’s- my math's not that good...“

“Almost seven times his weight,” Lakshmi smiled. 

The scale hit ‘500’, and the numbers started flashing, and rose no higher. 

“I think you maxed it out, Boom Boom,” Josie applauded, raising her hand to give her friend a high-five.. 

“I think I did,” Lakshmi answered, proudly. From on the scale, she looked down at me, watched how my eyes stared in wonder, still, at the scale’s numbers, Lakshmi’s weight. “You probably weigh one-seventh of what I do right now, Dr. J, maybe less.”

“What did you just do, Lakshmi??” I whispered, not believing what I’d just witnessed. I knew my basic physics: conservation of matter should make something like this beyond impossible.

“She can make herself weigh more, Daddy,” Josie smiled, enjoying my dumbfounded reaction immensely, “It's really not that hard to understand, is it?”

“It pretty much all goes to my butt, I think,” Lakshmi added, almost shyly. She stepped off the scale. The floorboards groaned again. 

“That’s…that shouldn't be…” I gaped. 

“‘Possible’?” Josie asked, “Anything is possible around Melissa haha.” She’d stepped up behind me, put her hands on my thin shoulders. 

“Nothing is impossible,” Lakshmi said. She stepped towards me: 

<BOOM>. The room shook under her footfall. 

“We told you already,” Josie continued, “Women have magic now.”

From behind me, I felt something soft brush my cheek, a silky caress. A strange feeling, and Josie’s hands were still on my shoulders. 

I turned, I gasped.  Thick tendrils of Josie’s hair had raised up off her shoulders and writhed slowly in the air around her head. One was on my cheek, still stroking me. Several others were creeping their way closer. 

Her smile curled. She watched my eyes gape as her tendrils of hair reached my face, some slithering to wrap themselves behind my neck. Then she spoke. 

“Let’s go downstairs. It's time to see Mom.”

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thx to RiF for edits, and to reader Sherlock for the "harem of mommies" line.