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Maybe it should be MommyGF Day, too? Melissa from Growing Into the Job certainly thinks so.

Enjoy the holiday!

“Hard day at work, sweetie?” she cooed, effortlessly lifting her tiny husband from the floor, “Well, you don’t have to go back to that place any more now, do you?”  She planted a huge, smeary kiss on Sam’s forehead and hoisted him towards the couch.

His gaze dropped into her immense bosom as he pictured his life ahead. No…the office didn’t need him anymore. No one needed him anymore. Like all men, he was becoming…obsolete.

“I dressed up pretty for you, honey,” she continued, feeling his attention settling on her chest, “to celebrate our special night together, the start of our new life.” He was tense, she could tell. Tense, ashamed, belittled by all that had happened these past few months. “Here, let’s get you settled on the couch…” With that, she seated him gently and leaned, hands on knees, towards him. “Our new life together, Sam…” she said, trying not to smile too proudly as he gaped up at her, gawklng openly at her chest, “just you and me…in this house…forever…”

He was overwhelmed, clearly - he had been for weeks. But he’d tried to keep up appearances, as much of his old life as possible. Now, though, that time was gone. Now came the time when they no longer had to pretend. And he was plainly frightened.

She knelt down on the floor, to bring herself closer to his level, to mollify him. “Now, relax, honey…” she said, voice dropping intimately as she pulled his shoes from his little feet, “let your wife take care of you…”

A little whine escaped his lips as he watched her smile, tending to her husband with obvious relish, delicately undoing his pants, sliding them down to his knees. Dutifully she began undoing his tie, pulling it from him and dropping it aside to move on to the buttons of his shirt. She hummed and purred her approval as she drew his shirt away from his pale, sunken chest and watched him shudder in anticipation. 

“So, sweetie,” she asked innocently, hands drew up to release her mane of hair, “what do you want to do?” With a shake of her head, her long, raven locks cascaded behind her shoulders, and she fixed her husband with a look suddenly wanton and intense.

Again he whined as she placed one hand on each side of him, on the couch, effectively trapping him there. He felt small, caged, and he looked up at her. He watched as her gaze fell to his cock - erect already, huge and throbbing, awaiting her attentions.

She giggled, girlishly - knowing how he liked that, and how it would make her jiggle for him - and continued. “Well, how ‘bout we start with this…”

At that she lowered herself, slowly, onto his waiting lap, onto his already twitching shaft. Her overgrown breasts pinned his cock to his belly, up to his sternum, swallowing his hips, thighs, nearly his entire torso. 

“oh…god...” he moaned, the first words he’d uttered since walking in the door, cowed and timid. Though first goggling at the spectacle of seeing himself all but disappear into his wife’s cleavage, he soon closed his eyes and laid his head back to the couch, basking in her softness.

“Mmmm…you like that?” she purred, slowly starting to roll her giant breasts in waves over her husband’s shrunken form. He felt so small, so weak and fragile beneath her, and she was careful not to hurt him. He was lost already, she knew, and would come soon - the first time of many this evening - between her great breasts. She could be so gentle with him tonight, she thought, picturing taking him next in her lap, as she moved to plant another huge, warm kiss on his head…

original drawing by biggals —-> my background, filters, etc

“*omigod hahaha crush him!!!!* Olivia texted back, seeing the snap her friend Alyssa had just sent. It was Alyssa’s first day back with her ‘husband’ since her latest treatment, and seeing these photos she had send…it made Olivia giddy…

“Hard day at work, sweetie?” she cooed, effortlessly lifting her tiny husband from the floor, “Well, you don’t have to go back to that place any more now, do you?”  She planted a huge, smeary kiss on Sam’s forehead and hoisted him towards the couch.

His gaze dropped into her immense bosom as he pictured his life ahead. No…the office didn’t need him anymore. No one needed him anymore. Like all men, he was becoming…obsolete.

“I dressed up pretty for you, honey,” she continued, feeling his attention settling on her chest, “to celebrate our special night together, the start of our new life.” He was tense, she could tell. Tense, ashamed, belittled by all that had happened these past few months. “Here, let’s get you settled on the couch…” With that, she seated him gently and leaned, hands on knees, towards him. “Our new life together, Sam…” she said, trying not to smile too proudly as he gaped up at her, gawklng openly at her chest, “just you and me…in this house…forever…”

He was overwhelmed, clearly - he had been for weeks. But he’d tried to keep up appearances, as much of his old life as possible. Now, though, that time was gone. Now came the time when they no longer had to pretend. And he was plainly frightened.

She knelt down on the floor, to bring herself closer to his level, to mollify him. “Now, relax, honey…” she said, voice dropping intimately as she pulled his shoes from his little feet, “let your wife take care of you…”

A little whine escaped his lips as he watched her smile, tending to her husband with obvious relish, delicately undoing his pants, sliding them down to his knees. Dutifully she began undoing his tie, pulling it from him and dropping it aside to move on to the buttons of his shirt. She hummed and purred her approval as she drew his shirt away from his pale, sunken chest and watched him shudder in anticipation. 

“So, sweetie,” she asked innocently, hands drew up to release her mane of hair, “what do you want to do?” With a shake of her head, her long, raven locks cascaded behind her shoulders, and she fixed her husband with a look suddenly wanton and intense.

Again he whined as she placed one hand on each side of him, on the couch, effectively trapping him there. He felt small, caged, and he looked up at her. He watched as her gaze fell to his cock - erect already, huge and throbbing, awaiting her attentions.

She giggled, girlishly - knowing how he liked that, and how it would make her jiggle for him - and continued. “Well, how ‘bout we start with this…”

At that she lowered herself, slowly, onto his waiting lap, onto his already twitching shaft. Her overgrown breasts pinned his cock to his belly, up to his sternum, swallowing his hips, thighs, nearly his entire torso. 

“oh…god...” he moaned, the first words he’d uttered since walking in the door, cowed and timid. Though first goggling at the spectacle of seeing himself all but disappear into his wife’s cleavage, he soon closed his eyes and laid his head back to the couch, basking in her softness.

“Mmmm…you like that?” she purred, slowly starting to roll her giant breasts in waves over her husband’s shrunken form. He felt so small, so weak and fragile beneath her, and she was careful not to hurt him. He was lost already, she knew, and would come soon - the first time of many this evening - between her great breasts. She could be so gentle with him tonight, she thought, picturing taking him next in her lap, as she moved to plant another huge, warm kiss on his head…

original drawing by biggals —-> my background, filters, etc

From a series of renders entitled “Breast Worship”. More of this nonsense (including topless) available by subscription at my Patreon.

“There’s no way you got a bottle of Jumbo Gro. They’ve been sold out everywhere,” Annie said, not believing the evidence before her eyes.

“Look at me. Do you really think I’m lying?” Bella asked.

Annie was having trouble wrapping her mind around it, but it was clear that her dorm mate was telling the truth. Since they’d moved in at the start of their freshman year of college, the two girls had been roughly the same size. Maybe 5’3” and 125 pounds, give or take a little weight as the year progressed. But here Bella was, her head nearly brushing the high ceilings and her body swollen out in exaggerated curves.

“So how much did you drink?” Annie asked, finally believing her newly large friend.

“That’s the thing. I barely took the tiniest sip. Just to see if it would work,” Bella placed one hand on her newly expansive hip while the other softly caressed her chest. “That stuff is STRONG,” she added, looking far down at her friend, still surprised that she had started the day at that size.

Annie was nervous to ask, but she screwed up her courage. “Are you going to grow more? And what about me?” This last bit came out in barely a meek whisper.

Bella stepped forward, encroaching on her roommate’s personal space, and brought the smaller girl in for a soft hug, driving the poor girl’s face deep into her new cleavage. When Annie came up for air, Bella had a huge grin.

“Oh, I’m getting bigger. And I wanted you to grow with me,” she said with a smile. “I left the bottle with Zelda over at the library. She said she’d keep it safe.”

Zelda was their third roommate. Quiet and sweet, her part-time job at the school’s library was a perfect fit.

Bella led the way out of their dorm room, bending and squeezing to fit through doorways, and Annie followed closely behind, marveling at Bella’s new body. Her hips alone nearly took up the entire hallway as they swung heavily back and forth with each step. And those legs were long enough that Annie nearly had to jog to keep up.

They made it to the library, followed by stares from all across campus, and stepped inside only to immediately realize that something was wrong.

People were streaming out quickly, heading for the doors. Annie was bumped aside hard and people even ran into Bella as they hurried out, although the big girl didn’t even shift.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have left it with Zelda,” Bella said softly as they watched their friend steadily growing, seemingly lost in the sensations, from across the room.