Growing into the Job, Post 548: A Wakening, p2

It had only been a few minutes since Aubrey had padded off to Randi’s bedroom to change - something about pajamas and a slumber party - and while I needed to be peeled off her body, the room didn’t lose any of its warmth in her absence. If anything, it began to deepen. The light from the television flickered across the faces of the remaining girls - Lakshmi, Josie, Randi and Shanette - softening their towering outlines around me like a dream still lingering at the edges of sleep.

The girls had sat me up on the edge of the chair, my feet just barely reaching the ground. It was Lakshmi who opened her arms.

She hadn’t said a word. She hadn’t needed to. The moment Aubrey slipped away, the others gently rearranged themselves. Randi and Shanette had opened up the couch to its pull-out mattress, already made-up with soft blankets, and Josie tossed on some throw pillows. Then Lakshmi stepped back and with a quiet grace climbed onto the mattress. Already, the couch groaned beneath her. 

“Make sure you don’t bust my sofa, BoomBoom,” Randi chided her friend. 

I’d seen Lakshmi step on a scale before - how the number climbed and climbed and climbed, seemingly at her command -  so when she curled her legs beneath her and patted her thick, inviting thighs, I wondered how much she weighed at the moment. A lot more than me, that was for sure. Something in her eyes sparkled, green and gold, and I immediately felt her lap’s pull. 

A quiet summons. But there was something more. 

At first, I resisted; I was already nestled, warm, cocooned in the blanket they’d pulled up over my shoulders, sitting still on the overstuffed chair. There was something stronger, though, than my hesitation to leave this comfort, and it began to hum through the air. Not urgency, and not a command, not even the prurient temptation of her body. It was a gravity. The actual gravity of Lakshmi’s lap.

I can only describe it as a pull, both physical - I felt it in my bones, drawing me to her - and something older, deeper. It was like a tidal force in her legs that reached out to the center of my chest and aligned it perfectly with her. She watched my face, seeing my confusion as I was trying to figure out what was happening, but Lakshmi didn’t speak. She didn’t coax. She simply waited, let her gravity grow, as though she already knew how this would end.

And I shifted.

They helped me - gently, wordlessly - to my feet. Josie held the blanket to my shoulders, brushing her fingertips across my arm. Randi had one elbow, Shanette the other. And I, almost unaware of my own body, leaned forward as the weight in my chest was pulled, magnetically, towards Lakshmi. My feet needed to stumble to keep up.

“Omigod Kiki this is so hot,” Josie commented. 

“You’re pulling him towards you,” Shanette marveled. 

“Yeah, Jesus…” Randi added, “It’s like you’re a planet.”

“Language, please,” Lakshmi said gently. 

Not even under my own command anymore, my body moved the few steps, drawn as if by some tether.  I lifted one leg then the other - with Shanette and Randi’s help - up onto the pull-out mattress. The pull, the pull continued, making me crawl across the mattress towards her and before I knew it I was aside Lakshmi. 

“Hi, Dr J,” she said, almost shyly, biting her lip. 

What was she doing to me?? She was like the earth, pulling me to itself, and I was unable to fight it as my chest, my head and shoulders were being drawn down, down, down, onto- 

Her lap. The gravity of her lap had pulled me here, and I’d been helpless to resist. 

“There you go…”

I don’t know what I expected, when my face hit her thighs - maybe softness, sure. Warmth, probably, the impossible paradox of pillowy and plush, with firm strength beneath it. The enveloping scent of her that spread the moment my head came to rest - this I all anticipated. But I didn’t expect the sudden stillness, the silence inside my chest as though I’d dropped anchor.

It wasn’t just her thighs. It was her. It was earth, somehow - deep and rooted, maternal, and ancient.

Her brief, sari-soft sleep shorts smelled of vanilla and sandalwood. Her hand, heavy and sure, settled on my upper back. And the moment her fingers began to trace little spirals along my spine, I melted. I felt small, caught in orbit. She urged me onto my back, to gaze up at her. She arranged the thin blanket over my all-but-naked thinness, to help her body heat keep me warm. 

“There you are, Dr J,” Lakshmi purred, low and steady, her voice the sound of weathered stone worn smooth by rain. Her dark, open features smiled. “We have been waiting all day for this.”

The others murmured agreement. I couldn’t see them anymore - only Lakshmi peering down over her chest and the ceiling above her, the glow of the TV dancing on it. I felt them, though, a perimeter of them, of interest and affection. Of...energy.

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat had closed around something I couldn’t name.

“Just rest,” Lakshmi added, “We are all here. Melissa is here.”

And somehow, that single sentence felt like a blanket heavier than the one covering me, the weight of presence. Melissa’s, and the presence of women who had gathered and were somehow gathering still, in ways I could barely understand.

I exhaled.

What, in god's name, was happening??

The air in the room was thickening with each passing second, and as much as I tried to regain control of my thoughts, my ability to find logic in what was happening, they slipped further and further from me.

I felt small beneath Lakshmi, who was overwhelming in the most intimate of ways, her gentle fingertip making slow, soothing circles on my cheek. She wasn’t just a woman, but felt like the very embodiment of the earth, soft and firm, familiar and ancient. That, though, wasn’t the only thing that made my chest tighten in strange ways.

It was them.

I could feel the other women in the room. Lakshmi, of course, was the one holding me - her gravity, her pull undeniable. But Josie...Josie was coming, young Josie. I felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere, as though the air around me had grown more charged. I didn’t know how to explain it, but even though I didn’t feel or hear her weight on the mattress yet, I could sense her approach like a tangible thing, curling towards me like a warm breeze before a storm.

Something brushed my cheek, sent a shiver into me that immediately stiffened my already tumescent cock. Something that was soft, tender, and it wasn’t Lakshmi’s finger. 

It was Josie’s hair. Her hair.

It had come to life, as if of its own accord, as if it had a mind of its own. It was long, thick, brown tendrils, unfurled like living serpents, now curling in slow waves above me. Each strand seemed to twist independently, the serpentine, impossibly long locks of hair brushing softly against the blanket, Lakshmi, and me. There was a subtle power in it, an electric hum to its movements as the tips of her tendrils began to reach for me. Some began to slither under the blanket. 

“Holy shit Josie look at you,” Randi marveled. 

I turned my head for a second to see Josie, standing at the mattress’ edge, grinning - and her hair now a nest of huge, serpentine tentacles writhing around her, reaching towards me. 

Lakshmi’s gentle hand turned my head back towards her. 

The curls of hair above me shifted, hovering just over me like they were studying me, waiting. And then, one tendril, braver than the rest, slithered down and wrapped itself gently around my wrist. It wasn’t a violent movement, but slow, deliberate - a playful grip, testing me. My pulse quickened as I felt the delicate strength of her hair, now wrapping tighter. I tugged - nothing. I couldn’t move my arm if I tried. 

“Just relax,” Josie murmured softly, her voice a purr of warmth as she put her first knee up onto the mattress, “We’ve got you…”

I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me at her words. My body, still hovering between awareness and delirium, couldn’t decide whether to fight or surrender to this surreality. But Josie’s hair continued to get more bold, now two tendrils caressing my chest, one slithering up my neck, several under the blanket, urging me to comply, coaxing me into a deeper submission. Each point of contact sparked new arousal, and hardened me further and further, making me groan and arch my back. Another tendril brushed my cheek, and I - god help me -  leaned into it, my heart hammering as the living hair seemed to mold itself against me. It was silky, fragrantly floral - her shampoo - and so, so soft. 

As her hair caressed me, as its serpents and Lakshmi’s gravity held me down, I was becoming aware of every inch of my body, the way my breathing had become shallow and uneven. Josie had climbed up next to me, sitting up aside us. Every moment felt so charged, so filled with a strange intensity.

And then, Randi.

She’d changed. I remember her wearing a floral skirt and matching top earlier today. Plus, she’d, uh…changed...

“Randi your tits look massive right now,” Shanette said. 

“Yeah I think they’ve been swelling up over these past few hours, being around him, when I can tell he’s needy,” she answered, “Bring on the lower back pain, I guess. Thanks, Squirt…”

“That’s happening to me, too,” Aubrey commented, from somewhere I couldn’t see - maybe even another room, “No pain though. It feels great.”

“Yeah it actually does feel good.” Randi had also slid up onto the mattress, the space between us closing, and my attention was drawn to her. Her breasts, indeed, looked larger. She perched herself at my feet, kneeling, in a black tank and sleep shorts that showcased her racehorse thighs. 

I could see the curves of she and Josie, their figures, the full shape of their bodies as they hovered over me. I’d been able to tell that the infectious energy of all the girls was playful, but with Randi here it now felt darker, more knowing. There was something sensual about the way she looked at me - and maybe like a cat considering what to do with its prey. Play, or kill and consume?

At my feet Randi’s fingers peeled back the blanket and gently found my toes, of the left foot. Her caress up it, to my ankle, was slow, almost casual at first. But she looked at Josie, then Lakshmi, and the three shared a private smile. Then, with deliberate slowness, my foot was brought - lifted gently by the ankle - to Randi’s lips. Her eyes met mine, full of intent, and I couldn’t look away.

“I think you need some attention from The Mouth, don’t you, Squirt?” Randi’s voice was smoky, but soft, teasing. “Let it take care of you.”

Before I could react, she pressed a soft kiss against the tips of my toes, her lips warm against my skin. And then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly guided my foot into her mouth. 

It was an act of sensuality I hadn’t anticipated, aggressive in its own way. There was no immediate discomfort, just an overwhelming sense of envelopment as she gently closed her lips first around my toes. She held them in her mouth, soft and warm, her tongue now tracing under my sole in a slow, deliberate movement. Her mouth became a warm embrace, surrounding my toes and next half my foot like a tender caress, but it felt... bigger, deeper than it should. She made it feel more intimate than I ever thought possible, and the longer she held my foot, the more I felt myself drawn into the feeling, unable to resist. 

“Oh, Randi, be careful,” Lakshmi urged, from above me, “but how much more can you take?”  

My eyes widened as Randi smiled around my foot, eyes sparkling with amusement as though she could see through me - and see exactly what I was picturing. Then, with another green and gold sparkle to her eyes, one that reminded me of Melissa, she opened her mouth wider and took in my entire foot, to the ankle. 

I gasped. 

“Oh, Randi,” Shanette breathed, still standing to the side but now putting one knee onto the mattress to come join the group. She began moving towards us.  

It was lost in Randi’s mouth, no longer just a foot, but an offering. It felt amazing, warm, wet, the gentle embrace of her jaw, teeth and attentive tongue. But I knew in my skin and in the glint of her eyes that she could take it, with a snap of her jaw if she wanted, cripple me in an instant of gore and broken bone. 

She was gentle, though, now, and just sucked on it and - oh my god - drew my leg in deeper. 

The girls around me shifted. Josie’s hair continued to caress me, Lakshmi’s steady weight under me made my chest feel even tighter, my body heavier, and now Shanette was on the bed too, leaning over me, letting me catch a glimpse of the softness of her full, glossy lips and then as she rose up the underside of her immense bosom. She wore a pink, patterned onesie, stretched tautly over her mind-bending torso. 

I groaned. 

“You looking at Shanette’s boobies, Daddy?” Josie asked. 

Shanette giggled. “I think mine have gotten bigger, too,” she said casually. 

The four girls were all now part of a circle, all surrounding me Shanette to my left, Randi at my feet, Josie to my right, and Lakshmi behind. I was entirely within their grip. The temperature of the room began to rise, and I felt the weight of Lakshmi’s hands on me, her thighs below, and that of the others hovering around. Even their gazes had mass. I wanted to speak, to tell them to slow down - I was Melissa’s boyfriend, remember? - but my throat was dry, and I couldn’t find words. I’d felt myself surrendering, giving in to their rhythm already, but…sh-shouldn’t we be careful?

Josie’s hair came closer, still moving as if alive, cradling my face, caressing my cheeks. Randi’s tongue ran itself around my ankle and licked my lower calf, and now Shanette was leaning back over me. She placed her breasts right above my face for a moment, blotting out the rest of the world with a view of her dark, milk chocolate cleavage, holding it there for a long second and letting me gape before coming back down towards me. I could sense her smile as she leaned in. She whispered softly into my ear, her breath warm. “Let go, Dr. J. Let us take caaare of you...”

Her voice was a song, her words a melody. I immediately got even harder, and groaned again. 

My body tensed - resistance - but only in the faintest, most reluctant way. The more I resisted, the more the pull of these women, and now Shanette’s voice, seemed to deepen. They were everywhere, humming now directly in my ear, somnolent and serene. I writhed, and was helpless to do anything but submit. Leg, now to the mid-shin, being slowly pulled into Randi’s mouth. Right arm restrained by Josie’s silky hair around my wrist. The gravity of Lakshmi’s lap holding me down. All of it making me as erect and electrified as if ever been. I had no control anymore.

And, if there was any doubt, Shanette’s voice whispered it musically into my ear:

“Your ours, Dr. J,” she hummed, “Just relax. Just give in.”

The notes, the cadence and rhythm of her voice reached right into me, and sent electric tingles deep into my brain. Immediately I wanted to do nothing else but just give myself up to the care and affectionate concerns of this gentle wolfpack of women. The promise of their attentions was hotly thrilling, but also chilled me to my core. 

What was happening to me?

But before I could give that question a second’s thought, the girls all looked up for a second, and all cooed. 

“OOOOooooo Aubrey’s back,” Josie sang. 

“And she’s got your dinner…” Shanette purred into my ear...

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