GITJ Post 401: Upstairs, Downstairs, p1

Several hours she’d spent, already, with his head cradled to her left breast as he slept on his back, suckling. She’d turned off her bedside lamp a while ago, though light still filtered in through the open doorway . The dry-nursing was calming for him, he’d drift in and out of it gently in his sleep. Meanwhile Melissa kept him awash in the pheromones she could titer from her skin, perfumes that could keep him calm, warm and sweeten his dreams. She concentrated, adjusting her levels, adjusting the weight of her enormous boob on his face to make sure he could breathe.

There you go, baby. Keep sucking. This is good. This is good practice.

She, though, was doing more than just helping him get good sleep. She’d decided, he’d agreed. We talked about it earlier tonight, right? He was going to help her get bigger, and, maybe even more exciting, he was going to allow her to change him, work on him too.

She could make them into the perfect couple, all it would take is a little time. So she, now, was starting to do just that. Learning, as she rested on him, how to release the perfect mixture of the perfumes she was bathing him in. As he rested, sleeping with her breast in his mouth, she let her pheromones flow, his little nose breathing them in right from her tit as he gently suckled in his sleep. Calm him, coddle him, shrink him. These perfumes, she knew, along with the right affirmations, could make him into the perfect boyfriend.

Look at him. His head’s so much smaller than my breast already. I could make him disappear under there.

She turned herself at the torso, a little, just to see it, to try it. The swell of her boob blotted out his entire face.

Melissa giggled.

She pulled back, not wanting to accidentally smother him in his sleep. She looked at him, thinking, imagining him exactly as she wanted. The feeling was strong, how her body could become his planet, bring him into her orbit, pulling him into her with her gravity, and he would fall right into her. She saw how he’d continued to dry-nurse, and she cooed down to him. Her energies were aligning with his, bringing him deeper into her sphere of influence, eclipsing him.

“Baby,” she purred, “My little baby Jay…”

She repositioned him a bit, scootching up his pillows. She watched him suck, and saw how content he was at her nipple. More pheromones, more perfume. He looks so peaceful, so satisfied and happy. Look what I can do. She was so proud.

She was so proud, and so relaxed.

Melissa heard Randi returning with the workers a while ago. She had asked her to bring in a small crew of her little worker-monkeys from the office to fix up what she and Jay had broken, to try to get the living room back into shape by morning.  With her ultra-sensitive hearing, Melissa found that she could follow all the little noises and conversations downstairs - which mostly entailed Randi speaking sternly, ordering the men around, being her perfectly bossy self and using that mouth of hers to keep them in line. She sounded frustrated, saying a few naughty things more than once, but she was getting the job done and keeping things in line. Melissa smiled. Good. It felt nice to have someone she could trust.

Yes, so Melissa was just so…relaxed. She noticed that Jay, on the other hand, was starting to get kinda fussy in his sleep, at her breast. It was just after midnight. She did her best to look into him, try to read his face, his emotions, and as much as she could of his slumbering thoughts and dreams. Maybe he didn’t like the presence of these other men in the house. Is that it, sweetie? Do they make you nervous?

Otherwise, though, she watched him carefully, and noticed him smacking his lips, shuddering a little as he struggled at her nipple.

I bet your mouth is getting dry, isn’t it?

She looked down at him and pouted. Yeah, he was getting a little uncomfortable, and she needed to help. The last thing she wanted to do was disturb this quiet, romantic moment, but she felt she had to, for him. Just for a little bit anyway. So, she gently peeled him away, pulling his lips away with a warm <pop> as they seemed to want to stick to her nipple. “Sssh shh shh honey, it’s okay,” she said, as he reflexively clung to her in his sleep, as if not wanting to let go. Ooo you really don’t want me to leave, hm?  “Don’t worry I’ll be back,” she said tenderly, and - after laying him gently back into his pillows - sat up out of bed. She found a thin terry cloth robe to slide into, loosely tying it around her waist before she touched a kiss from her fingers to his pallid forehead. She carefully stepped out of the room to go check on things downstairs. And grab something from the fridge.

She eased the bedroom door shut behind herself to allow him more peace sleeping. He needed his rest;  things would be changing again for him very soon. She slowly walked to the stairs. Her first step down caused a loud creak, as the weight she’d been putting on recently strained the bones of the staircase. That made her smile, and indeed she heard the workers down in the living room stop, listen. She thought she even heard their heartbeats quicken. They know I’m coming. She made sure her next footsteps were just as loud, making the whole house groan as she descended.

At the base of the steps she turned, tightened her robe about herself - not for warmth, but to make sure her silhouette was as impressive as possible as she came into view. The robe fell short on her 6’8'' frame, exposing her long, shapely, and immensely powerful legs. Its belt cinched around her waspish waist, highlighting her hourglass figure even further. With one quick look at herself in the foyer mirror, she knew: These boys aren’t ready for this.

Stepping around the corner, she was rewarded with an audience of seven. Randi, reclining on the couch, and six wide-eyed men who had already dropped the tools they’d been using, letting them clatter to the ground. She appreciated the attention, but knew they had much work to do. They had to patch drywall, reattach damaged light fixtures and repair the dining room table. She studied them. Some of them had newly-shaved heads, all were wearing identical plain brown uniforms.

“Hi boys,” she purred, feeling the deepening of her voice rattle the windows, “thanks for coming by.”

What followed made Randi laugh, in her smoky chuckle. “Guys. Please. Manners,” she instructed, incredulous at how the mere sight of her friend - as statuesque and drop-dead gorgeous as she was -  absolutely paralyzed these morons. She marveled at how none of them could even look at Missy, and now stood, hands clasped as if in prayer, with eyes cast to the floor. She had to admit, herself, that Melissa struck quite the sight, even in just a bathrobe. Where Randi was impressed, though, the men were utterly flabbergasted.

Sigh. “I hope they weren't bothering you Missy, being too loud,” Randi offered to her friend, before turning her attention back to the men with as much patience as she could muster, “Come on, be polite. Say hello.”

“Ms. Monroe, th-thank you,” one of them began, “thank you for letting us-“

“For letting us come here,” chimed in another, “help you-“

“Serve you,” added a third.

‘Serve you’?!? thought Randi with an audible laugh, astonished by the effect her friend had on these apes.

“Yes, thank you Ms. Monroe.”

“Please, boys, call me Melissa,” she purred, noticing how none of them, still, had the nerve  to even glance up at her. ‘Ms. Monroe’ was my moth-…well, not even my mother was Ms Monroe. Anyway, I prefer ‘Melissa’.”

Though maybe I should come up with something else you all can start calling me.

“Yes Ma’am,” answered one of the workers.

“Yes who?” Melissa reminded, the question hanging in the air.

“Y-Yes M’ammmelissa…ma’-mmm.” The man’s response died in his throat.

Both Randi and Melissa chuckled. Obviously, the men would need some training if they’re going to speak her name properly.

“So, Randi,” Melissa started, as she surveyed the room, the state of affairs after the demolition their lover’s tryst had brought about. At least to her heightened senses, the room still smelled of sex. “Think we can be all fixed up by morning?”

The men stood once again silent, trying not to move.

“With these nimrods?” Randi answered, “At the rate they’re working it won’t be done til next month.” From her spot on the couch, Randi’s smile curled. “But maybe some encouragement from ‘the Almighty’ might motivate them.”

Melissa chuckled again, and felt a little quickening of her heart, tingles flowing through her. Yeah…let’s try.  “Okay, boys, yes, come here,” she spoke, raising her arms out, palms up, beckoning the little cowards to her. She couldn’t help but notice how small they looked. Even Randi, seated, seemed larger than them all. She was certainly taller.

No one had moved.

“Please, boys, please,” she repeated, “come.”

That got them moving. Tentatively, in little steps, hands still clasped reverently, the six men began to approach Melissa.

“Good boys,” Melissa commended, “good boys.”

One, two. Three four five six. Soon all were standing in front of Melissa, in a line, facing toward her but with eyes still cast floorward. Randi looked on, from the couch, shaking her head and chuckling in admiration. This was Missy, her ditzy friend, and these apes worshiped her. “Don’t you morons think you should be on your knees?” she said.

Melissa giggled, and then bit her lower lip. Oh god yes.

The men, at first, didn’t move. A couple of them exchanged glances.

“You heard her,” Melissa finally smiled, sweet as can be, “kneel.”

In a moment, the six men were down, eyes still on the floor.

Even from behind them, Randi could see them shaking. “Jesus Christ woman you’ve got them well-trained.”

“Let’s not use that name in here either,” Melissa said enigmatically, peering down her nose from on high, down unto her assembled devotees. Smiling, crookedly, she took her right hand and laid it onto the head of one of the men.

“I like your beard,” she said, letting her smile warm as she gazed down at him, palm covering his bald pate. She cocked her head, saw the man’s awestruck expression. To her, it looked like he was having some sort of transcendent experience. In that moment he privately decided to grow out his beard and never cut it again. “What’s your name?” Melissa asked.

The man hesitated, unable to find his voice.

Before he could speak, Randi interjected. “That’s ‘Beardy’. I call him ‘Beardy’,” she answered.

The man looked up at Melissa with reverential eyes.

“‘Beardy’,” Melissa repeated, “I like that name. What do you think Beardy? Do you think that’s a good name?”

The man nodded, unvexed - or, rather, maybe silently enthralled - by the fact that he, a grown man, had just been renamed by a woman. He cast his eyes down again, to Melissa’s huge, bare feet and fought back the urges to just collapse his body around them, anoint them with himself.

The men aside him vowed never to speak his old name again.

“The last time a woman gave you a name it was your mother, huh Beardy?” Randi jabbed. Again, he seemed unfazed. Perhaps to him this was a rebirth.

“Will you promise me, Beardy, that you’ll have this all done before I have to leave in the morning?” Melissa asked.

Her question gave him the strength to look up at her again, for what felt like the first time. She was so, so beautiful. So perfect. He nodded. “Yes, Ma’-Ma-Malissa”

She moved her right hand from his head to that of another man, and placed her left on someone else. “And you two? You…too?” she giggled, watching as they shivered in kind. She laid her hand on each of them, just for a moment, feeling them shudder under her touch. One by one she asked them:“Will you  promise me you’ll get this done?”

Nodding. Nodding was all they could do. Nod, and murmur mumble humble “yes ma’am’s”.

“Good boys,” Melissa blessed them again, then turned her eyes to Randi as she heard her chuckle.

“You’re getting a little buzz off of this, aren’t you?” Randi asked, knowing about the strange energy Melissa had been gathering from these oafs that were gathering in their basements. She had confided in her about it recently, and Randi noticed she’d begun spending a little bit of time downstairs. Their attention seemed to empower her. To Randi it sounded similar to the ‘Bliss’ that she and the girls would get when Missy and Dr. J were intimate, anytime Dr. J climaxed because of Missy. Well maybe it was a little less intense than that - because the Bliss was a , but it sounded familiar at least.

When Randi sat back and thought about it, it all seemed one hundred percent ridiculous, but there was no arguing with reality. Her new boobs, which had busted up, like, six cup sizes were proof enough of that. These men, Dr J and the monkeys, were turning them all into something new.

“Yeah I kinda am. A buzz is right,” Melissa answered, looking over her little supplicants, “these guys feed me something I can’t really explain.”

“We’ll get you more,” Randi replied, considering to herself the tools she had. Instagram, Tumblr, GirlToob, that thing that used to be Twitter. Maybe this job as “Director of Social Media” really was good for something more than just collecting up old-person patients for a lame geriatric practice. And a paycheck.

Melissa nodded, considering, acknowledging. “And I’m feeling a lot of it tonight, this tingly buzzing. Once that first interview thing of me aired on Channel 5, it definitely became more.”

Randi considered that herself. The way the girl from the TV station explained it, the different parts of the profile on Melissa would be airing over the course of the next week or two. Plus there was going to be coverage of the office’s grand re-opening this weekend, going into next week. That’d be a lot of eyeballs, especially if the rumors of MSIT picking up the story and broadcasting all this nationally came true.

“Jesus, Missy,” Randi marveled, realizing it herself, picturing the numbers. This could blow up quickly.

“Yeah huh,” Melissa dreamily agreed, casually stroking Beardy’s bald head as if lost in similar thoughts, “and, again, language.”

Randi snickered at being scolded, this whole situation was so absurd but so thrilling. She brought herself back to the moment, suddenly reminded. “Hey how’s he?” she asked, catching Melissa’s attention with the mention of Dr. J, “You left him alone up there?”

“Oh, yeah. I should get back!” she answered brightly, removing her hand from the kneeling man’s head, “I came down to grab something from the fridge for him…”

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Thanks to RiF for his help in editing