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Growing into the Job, Post 577b: Melissa Returns, p2 (conclusion)

Something in the way she said it - ‘If you still want to hear it’ - brushed against a part of me I didn’t want to examine. A darker corner, the one that should have been screaming at this point, begging me to ask the obvious, necessary questions: ‘What are you?’  ‘How do you even exist??’  ‘What kind of abomination can do this???’

A doctor like myself should have asked. A man of scie...

Growing into the Job, Post 577a: Melissa Returns, p2

I came back slowly.

At first it was just warmth. A weight on my chest. Then the smell - soft, sweet, familiar, grounding. Light came next, hazy through my fluttering lids. And then - her.

Melissa’s face filled my entire world, hovering inches above mine, smiling down at me with this breathless, relieved brightness that punc...

Growing into the Job, Post 576: Melissa Returns, p1

As gray as it was, the late-afternoon sky was the slightly-off color the city got after a crisis - too bright, too clear, like everything had been washed in cold water. Or maybe that was just her vision, which had been improving, letting her see details other people couldn’t.  Melissa walked out into the parking lot of Far Horizons with her coat - even in the chill, she didn’t need it - over one arm and her purse hanging limp f...

Growing into the Job, Post 575: Intervention, p2

“Ok, ciao,” said Melissa Monroe, Administrative Director of the new Far Horizons Evolution Center, as she continued marching down one of the hallways of the administrative wing. She hung up on her conversation with Lucia, pleased with how the ‘Boss-Girl-to-Boss-Girl’ conversation had gone. She’d made herself clear - all business decisions between Incarnato di Lucia and Jay would need to go through her, and the model...

Growing into the Job, Post 574: Intervention, p1

Mall di Milano, Afternoon

Inviata Delseno walked two steps behind her bosomy boss, as was tradition. Her arms were overloaded with a tablet, a makeup kit, a boxed pair of heels, and whatever lattes Lucia had decided she was too delicate to hold herself.

Lucia Antonucci, meanwhile, moved through the Galleria di MiIano a...

Growing into the Job, Post 573: A Quiet House, p3 (Ashleigh Visits)

deep breath, inhaling slowly through the bra-mask, scent flooding my lungs again

Was I just asleep?

floral, warm, electric. Melissa’s sweat, her scent, stirring my fucking cock despite everything.

What the hell is happening?!?

The silence dragged, heavy as Melissa's footsteps had when she rattled the house around me like an earthquake in a tomb. She’d left me hog-tied to the bed, lashed to the post...

Growing into the Job, Post 572: A Quiet House, p2 (Tiger Visits)

My face in her bra, I couldn’t see but I could hear, I could feel.

Not footsteps. Impacts.

Bare soles hitting wood with a soft boom that seemed to rise up through the frame of the bed and into my ribs. Each one made something in the room rattle -  picture frames against the walls and on dressers? Windows in their frames? When Me...

Growing into the Job, Post 571: A Quiet House, p1

The Valkyrie XX Behemoth eased to a stop, the faint whir of its electric motors dying away into silence in the garage. For a moment, the only sound was the slow click of cooling metal and Melissa’s own breath - deep, measured, the way she’d trained herself to breathe when she needed to keep from breaking stuff: things, buildings, people. 

The three-bay garage of her mother’s house was cavernous - with just enough clearance to ...

Growing into the Job, Post 570: In Vivo Once More, p2

The world was a muffled, heaving haze. A pair of enormous breasts were my prison, their soft mass cradling my face into a dark, warm, perfume-drenched bliss. A sports bra’s strap was a gentle collar lashing me to her and digging into the back of my head like a reminder of my place.

Melissa Monroe, my girlfriend and Office Manager, Amazonic ditz and budding superhuman, had me trapped. She was also really mad at me. 

I was sem...

Growing into the Job, Post 569: In Vivo Once More, p1

The echoes of Melissa's final, orgasmic roar faded into the mist-shrouded woods, leaving a reverent hush, as if the forest itself had bowed in submission. A mighty fir - seventy feet of ancient trunk - lay toppled like a fallen titan, its splintered stump jagged and steaming where her forearm had shattered it, roots half-upheaved in a crater of churned mud and pine needles. Smaller saplings leaned drunkenly nearby, uprooted by th...

Growing into the Job, Post 568: I'm Going to Find You and When I Do...

The fog parted before the enormous Valkyrie XX Behemoth like curtains drawn by an unseen hand. Headlights were carving two tunnels of white through the gray, and found the smaller car pulled over at the roadside - her car, once. 

No. My car, still.

Melissa Monroe, Administrative Director of Far Horizons Evolution Center, slowed the massive SUV to a stop a few yards behind it, the thick tires crunching softly on wet gr...

Growing into the Job, Post 567: Ex Vivo

“What leaves the womb leaves not the mother’s reach.” -  Psalms of the Bliss, VII:2

The highway opened up like a wound  - black, wet, endless - when I pulled on to it maybe an hour ago. I was fleeing Far Horizons and the women who now seemed so dangerous - Cici, Gianna, Katarina, Jewel, Angie, all the others…maybe even Melissa? I had no idea where I was going, or any destination in mind - just away. 2025-12-06 15:00:13 +0000 UTC View Post

Growing into the Job, Post 566: Reverberations

“What is that?” asked the young blonde lab technician “I can feel it in my chest…”

“It’s just HVAC feedback,” muttered the darker haired tech, Marcia.

The hum of Evolution Pharmaceutical’s testing labs’ ventilation system did indeed fill the sterile room with a low, constant breath. But even with the white noise of...

Growing into the Job, Post 565: Bombshell

The misty rain had stopped earlier, but the air still hung wet and cold enough to make the asphalt shine. Steam rose from the storm drains. The flashing reds and blues of emergency lights reflected in the puddles like restless fish.

Near the edge of the crowd, Randi Mongillo stood with her arms folded, her paper cup of black coffee in one ha...

Growing into the Job, Post 564: Bomb Scare news Report

[WGGB CHANNEL 5 ON SCENE - FAR HORIZONS WELLNESS CAMPUS, 11:48 a.m.]
 

The camera jitters a little before stabilizing on Channel 5’s newest reporter, Cassie McClain, teetering on her three-inch heels in front of the wide glass façade of a large office building. Strobes from nearby emergency vehicles pulse through the slight haze, reflecting off the glass and lighting her chestnut curls in flashes of alarm-red....

Growing into the Job, Post 563: In Vivo

“A building breathes, swelling with its own creations. Inside, cells multiply. Outside, the world waits to be infected.” -  Psalms of the Bliss, II:7

The stairwell was half-dark, half-red. Each pulse of the alarm light carved the steps into stuttering slices - down, down, down. Along with the echoes of my feet on the metal stairs, my breath bounced back off the concrete walls; I could hear the small animal sound of it, ...

Growing into the Job, Post 562: The Tale of Queen Angie, p9

<BWAAAAH-BWAAAAH-BWAAAAH>

The alarm went off just as I was finishing the last spritzes of perfume, sitting at my desk. Wrists, yes. Neck, of course. Tits? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Sharp, synthetic, powerful. I call it “Brain Melter: Inspired by Missy” but really there’s some of my own natural scent in...

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Growing into the Job, Post 561: Vulnerable

<JOIN VIDEOCHAT WITH USER: GIANNA ALBERTINI?>

Before I even knew what I was doing, again drawn as if by instinct, I clicked <YES> and…

A video chat window - some feature embedded in the EHR - sprang to life with a soft chime. Tinny speakers from within the hidden desktop minitower crackled as the image of a woman filled the screen, and a little red light bli...

Growing into the Job, Post 560: An Interlude in the Atrium

The atrium of the Far Horizons Evolution Center always made Jerry Miller feel small.

Small not just in the way any man might feel small here, standing beneath forty feet of carved stone amalgam, the statuesque giantess symbolizing the rise of female power that dominated the soaring space. Being here made Jerry feel small in the way he did ev...

Growing into the Job, Post 559: Vulnerable, Prelude

As soon as I stepped in, it felt so...big. 

Melissa’s office was everything the modern woman could want: contemporary, spacious, and well-appointed with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. A symbol of success and status. The walls were all white, as if the whole room had been scrubbed and disinfected within an inch of its life. The floor beneath me was gleaming white marble, a mirror reflection of the pristine space. A few lush ...

Growing into the Job, Post 558: Released to the Wild, p2

Out in the parking lot I was waiting with the girls when the giggles and chatting inside the SUV were broken by the sound of the driver’s side door opening. It pulled all our attention to Josie, leaning inside, her movements smooth. She passed one pinkly colorful, oversized icy drink to Lakshmi, a black coffee to Randi, a latte to Aubrey, and then she was back in the driver’s seat with her own pink drink.

She settled into her seat, g...

Growing into the Job, Post 557: Released to the Wild, p1

"Two MegaPink chillers, a latte and a black coffee. That's twenty-one seventy-nine," the barista at the coffee shop smiled as she read the register display. "How would you like to-" 

Josie was already holding out two crisp bills. 

"Cool trick!" exclaimed the girl behind the counter.

"Eh?" asked Josie, genuinely perplexed.

"With the money," explained the shop-girl, younger even than herself, "Making it just app...

Growing into the Job, Post 556: Awakening Again

“Can I come in? It’s lonely out there.”

“Fine, just don’t snore.”

“Thanks Randi. Scootch over, Doctor…”

I’d heard that at around 1am, then the extra weight in the bed:

Aubrey.

Then, an hour later.

“Can I come in too?”

Josie, with Lakshmi, right after. 

“Is there any room for me?”

Randi had, after my “cleaning”, sent Aubrey back to crash in the living roo...

GITJ Post 555: A Wakening, Epilogue - by Stewy

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Alright alright alright - we here at theBasic offices have been chomping at the bits they have set up for us at our workstations, anticipating the day we'd be able to release this one. Stewy, an author of some seminal works in the genre, is a longtime friend (of 28 years, he tells me...!) and I was thrilled when he agreed to contribute a chapter to Growing into the...