GITJ Post 357: That was Then, This is Now, p9

Okay, so he asked me to show this to you, to help tell the story again. I’ve told you before, that I write a journal? This is, like, part of my journal entry for that Monday when I found him passed out or catatonic or whatever in his apartment. It’s just quick but I hope it helps.  Maybe someday, when this is all over, I’ll turn it into a book. Melissa says I'm a pretty good writer :D.

Anyway, here it is. I know it’s weird, but it’s mostly true.

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<<From the Journal of Aubrey Henson>>

“Oh my god Dr. J what happened !?!?!?” she yelled as soon as she showed up at your door. It was broken, missing shards of the frame laid on the floor along with her love boss. It took her a minute to come to grips with what she was seeing.

Had somebody hurt you?!?!?

It had taken her less than a minute to get up there. She had been at reception, checking in patients, when she felt it. Nadia was at the desk as well, and had given her a strange look. “Did you feel that??” she asked.

“Um yah, something’s going on,” Nadia had replied.

‘Something’?!? It was like your world had just screamed.

“Melissa just went downstairs to the construction guys,” she said with a new urgency, pulling off her headset and already out from behind the desk, “call her.” She’d known Melissa had been spending some time with the men, more regularly recently, deep in the new basements. But she’d want to hear about this. Doctor Jay needed her.

She thought it must of happened on the way up. As she ran down the hall, into her Office Manager’s office, and up the little spiral staircase her breasts began to swell inside her pink tee and her new expandable bra. But she didn’t even notice that; she just needed to get to you. She couldn’t move as fast as she wanted; her silly-tall heels now quickly <CLACK-CLACK CLACKing> on the floor of your hallway and her tight pencil skirt kept her from running. Even these new long racehorse legs, all these extra inches, couldn’t move her fast enough.

She’d seen you, she’d seen the shambles of your apartment, and she’d been at your side in a flash. With you laying on the floor next to your little kitchen, your eyes were half-closed, turned up into your head weirdly. They were moving under your lids like you were in strange dream. Your mouth was slack, you were a crumpled little mess. Something odd was going on. You weren’t just asleep; that she could tell

She didn’t know what to do!!

She looked at you, now down on her knees aside you on the cheap laminate floor. She gathered your head into her arms, pulled you across her lap. Where was Melissa?!? She’d know what to do!

Had someone broken in and attacked you?!?

She was so upset! So scared!

She looked you over, laying there. She didn’t see any wounds, or bruises. Your scrub pants were torn, ripped away from your hips. She tried to keep from looking but yes she could see your penis becoming an erection. She liked to think you were growing it because you were in her lap. That you could smell her, feel how warm and soft she was even in your sleep. It was big, your penis, it was very big.

She looked at your face again. She looked at your eyes, still moving, still dreaming or whatever it was. And then, suddenly, she gasped, because she felt like if she looked hard enough, she could see what was in there.

You're dreaming about us, aren’t you? she thought. Or maybe she whispered it to you. She felt it now, though, for sure. Her breasts had swollen. She looked down at them, and cradled your head more closely. They were bigger than your head, oh my god, they were bigger than your head. You’re still dreaming about us, hm? All your girls? You are, I can tell. And it’s more than just a dream…

She bit her lower lip. She felt her thighs warming.

But it’s just me here....

We’re alone.

You whimpered a little, while you were dream-thinging about us.

“Oh, honey, baby, I know,” she began whispering to you, so gently, happy to finally speak to you honestly, alone, “It must be a lot to take in.” She knew others, Melissa, were probably on their way - they must have felt it too, right? But for now she had you all to herself, if even for only a minute. It was her job to comfort you, make sure you were okay ‘til help got here. She would talk to you while you dreamt. She thought for a moment, and couldn’t resist.

“You used to be the daddy here. You were my boss, you were in charge. You’re dreaming about that, huh?” she began again,  “But now it's different, isn’t it?” She watched your sleeping face, giving you a tender smile. “With all these women so much bigger and taller than you it’s hard, huh?” Still she looked down at you, with a new look in her eye. She was thinking, for sure, and trying to read your face. “All us ladies now, so much stronger than you,” she spoke softly, adjusting your head in her arms, turning your face towards her. Your brow furrowed…what was going on in this dream? “All us ladies,” she continued, pulling you toward her left breast, “so strong, with our big, big boobies…”

With that she pulled you in fully, gently, into the swell of her firm bosom. She guided the nub of her nipple - plainly swollen through her bra and tee -  towards your mouth. She pushed it between your lips and even in your dreaming you responded oh god you did. Your mouth opened to accept her thick nipple, and began to suck lovingly at it through her shirt and bra. With the soft mass of her breast against your face, she lost herself in that moment, even as she knew others would be here soon.

She didn’t want to wake you, but she imagined your eyes opening, searching up over her bosom to her face and she sweetly smiled a comforting greeting. Somehow, with all that had happened, she could make you more comforted than ever before. Calm and with no worries in the world. It was as if she was your protector and the one who would make everything feel right again. “There you go,” she purred down to you, “You’re getting to be just the right size for this, aren’t you my darling? Just the right size to suck, and be held, and be loved and cherished by all of us here.” But mostly me.

Oh my that made her feel so naughty!

Her words ran over you unheard as she gently cut her fingers through your thick hair. Her shirt was getting wet from your sucking. You, lost in your dream, said nothing. “That’s it, baby, that’s okay,” she whispered, “you just enjoy yourself.”

Did you feel her nipple push deeper into your mouth as her large breast mashed against your face, plastering its soft weight across your face with its more than ample size? She looked down, between your legs, to see how you were responding and gasped a little to herself. You were uncontrollably hard now, throbbing, and - biting her lower lip in her excitement - she couldn’t help herself. Still holding your head to her breast she continued to stroke your hair, and you continued to mouth at her, but now she reached to take hold of you. Her whole body trembled at the feel of your stiff shaft in her soft hand, the thickness and weight of you, veins running turgid up your length. She began to gently pump you.

“Oh, that’s it, baby, suck. Suck on my breast,” she cooed, allowing you your pleasures down below. “Mmmm…that’s right, goooood. How does that make you feel, honey? Better?” The two of you continued like this for a small bit, several long moments of pleasure before suddenly you were interrupted...

She opened her hand, dropping you free. She wasn’t as chagrined as she thought she’d be, being caught like this. No, Nadia appearing at your door, finding the two of you, barely made you blush. It snapped you back to reality, but it didn’t feel wrong.

“Okay, what happened?” Nadia asked, surprisingly unbothered by what was in front of her. She obviously hadn’t rushed up here, even after having seen her coworker explode away from the front desk.

She looked up to Nadia and spoke again. “We should call the police,” was the first thing she said, surprising herself with how calm she sounded in response. Reluctantly, she was pulling you from her breast. The wet spot from your mouth was clear on her pink tee shirt, over her nipple.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Nadia responded, a funny tone to her voice as she surveyed the scene, “I’ll tell Olivia. She’s away but she’ll need to know about this.”

”Olivia?” she asked, “But…Melissa’s on her way up?”

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Thanks for reading all this.  I know it’s not very good but like I said it’s mostly true.

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thank you RiF for the editing!