Chapter 8: All in a day
work
It was nothing like what Jason had
expected. Truth been told, he didn’t really know what to expect when it came to
super-wealthy MAJORS, and even less to super-sized-super-wealthy Cyclopeans.
Something probably both very strict and gaudy, with well-organized folders and
lamps made of pure gold; tacky furniture keeping in check well-ordered contracts,
and graphs and what not. Instead, he was greeted by something which seemed to
be half the result of a tornado of paper and a cozy little –for someone as
massive as Deanna- cabin.
Her desk was large, made in a
light-brown wood, covered in towers of papers taller than him, some looking
quite precarious, as if a sneeze would make them fall to the ground, like
thousands of leaves during autumn. The twin screens attached to her work
computer, a monstrous beast, looking slim and brand new, even for someone like him
who had almost no knowledge of such things. And of course, the enormous seat
where even the colossal woman who was currently keeping him seated on her large
shoulder would seem petite. And it was just the tip of the iceberg when it came
to this place, what with the thousands of folders barely kept in check in the
cabinets.
“Wow” he blurted, trying to truly
get what he was seeing. “It’s… wow…”
“That much?” giggled the giantess,
looking at him tenderly. “What did you expect, to be so surprised?” she added,
tilting her head a little, smiling at him and looking even more stunning as she
did so, making his heart miss a beat.
“I don’t know” he told her. “I guess
something more… you know, more strict, more… more intimidating?” he tried,
fumbling to translate into words what he had in mind.
“Intimidating? Ooh, Jason, don’t
tell me I still make you nervous and intimidated baby…” she said, her voice
taking an almost whiney quality. “It’s certainly not what I want! I swear!”
She took him off her shoulder and
held him so he would be facing her head directly. A magnificent face, with just
the smallest crow’s feet which didn’t make her look old so much as making her
appear mature, full of confidence and knowledge, earned during more than a
century of life without losing this youthful appearance, which made quite a
mixture of matronly and young adult features which made him feel all hot, weak
in the knees and very, very aroused, when she squinted a little like she did
right now, tilting her head to the side.
“Jason? Love, I’m not frightening
you, am I?” she asked once more, sounding really worried.
“No! No!” he hastily replied,
shaking his head vehemently. “It’s just… you’re so massive, and beautiful and…
and powerful and wealthy that… I don’t know… I… I expected something more like
in movies, where the CEO has this huge metallic desk, clean and empty behind
which he seats and judges those who came to try and get accepted in their
business empire and…”
He was cut off by her powerful
laugh, his whole body shaking as she let her hilarity thunder in the relatively
cramped room – cramped because she was here, of course. He was starting to feel
a little seasick when she suddenly brought him to her ample bosom and deposited
him on it, caressing his back even as she kept laughing, her twin large breasts
massaging him surprisingly gently as she did. Finally, after a good five
minutes, when her joy had almost started to become really insulting, even for a
Minor with a rather low level of self-esteem, she stopped and kissed him on the
head.
“Oh, Jason, you’re adorable…” she
finally sighed, letting her mint-tinted breath wash over him. “Of all the ideas
you could have, you came with a rather insulting one, but presented it in such
a cute way… I can’t even be angry at you baby.”
“I didn’t want… I mean, I didn’t
think that it was in… insulting!” he hastily shouted, feeling quite afraid that
he could truly anger her – and then, there was no telling what would happen to
him, she was so massive that if she lost her temper, he would probably end in a
grave.
“Shhh, don’t be afraid my beautiful
little man” she shushed him, caressing his hair with one of her enormous
fingers as she deposited him gently on her desk. “You have no reason to be, I
swear.”
“I… I believe you, but I should be
more considerate of your feelings” he replied nonetheless.
She shuddered and he saw, in spite
of her large bra, her nipple hardening as he said that. She bit her lips and
tilted her head back, her breathing quickening and her eyes becoming a little
glassy with her obvious arousal. One of her hand shot up and groped her right
breast, fondling it absentmindedly as she looked at him enamored. He gulped
audibly and she seemed to get back to her sense, even if her face betrayed the
fact that she really, really, wanted to play with him more.
“Oh, how good you make me feel.
It’ll be hard to be productive today with such an adorable man with me here.
All. Day. Long” she said, the last three words whispered to him as she leant
forward, offering him a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
“I… I’m sorry?” replied Jason, so
confused and aroused that he didn’t know what else to say.
“Don’t be” she purred. “It’ll do me
good to have you here, if only because I’ll actually have to sort out my mess
and class it correctly to give you a place to sit” she added, chuckling a
little.
She took blew him a kiss and started
to take piles of prints heavy enough that he wouldn’t have been able to lift
them at all, and moved them toward a less used portion of the room, where it
was even possible to see the ground. She bent at the waist, offering him a
jaw-dropping view of her ass bulging out, her large grey skirt doing nothing to
hide how curvaceous she was. The Minor felt his breath quickening. He was
certain she was doing it all on purpose but he really couldn’t complain. She
was so damn stunning, he still couldn’t believe he wasn’t dreaming her
existence.
“Shoul… shouldn’t you class them
now? I can help if you need” he told her, his voice perhaps a little strained,
as she got back up and turned toward her, her eyes full of repressed laughter.
“Oh, no, no, no! I didn’t brought
you here so you could endure tedious work! You’re here to be with me and enjoy
the day! Plus, there is some sensitive documents here and I can’t have them
mixed up. I mean, I remember where everything is, because of my perfect memory,
so it’s kind of well-ordered to me, this whole mess, but I don’t want to take
chance, you know?”
She sounded genuinely curious to
know if he understood what she said and meant, and Jason empathically nodded.
Truth been told, the teenager was more than a little anxious to be of use, he
didn’t want Deanna to think that having him in her office all day long would be
detrimental to her work and business. But there wasn’t much he could do, even
less than he had expected and so he looked around on her desk while she got
stacks after stacks of papers out of the way. Suddenly, he notice he
gold-framed photo.
.Taking careful steps to avoid
walking on the leaves still clustering the top of the desk, he came closer to
it and looked at it. It was truly something out of his experience. The whole
cadre was dominated by a behemoth, a woman of such proportions that, even while
he had been with a Cyclopean for weeks, left his mind reeling. She seemed to
have endless curves, and even sitting cross-legged did nothing to hide this
fact. In her lap was a little girl, probably .around eight or nine. He was
fairly certain it was Deanna, she had the same eyes and mouth, even if she
looked more tanned.
And in the lap of the little
giantess, carefully kept in her embrace by two arms which were already longer
than his whole torso was a man. He had tanned skin, looking somewhat Latino,
even if Jason doubted he was a full-blooded South-American. His black hair was
greying fast, and the Minor would have given his kin around 50 in this picture.
He only had one arm and looked both happy and a little embarrassed on the
picture. All three looked at the camera, but somehow, he had the impression
that the two Cyclopean wanted far more to look at the Minor they held.
“That’s my daddy” whispered Deanna
near his ear, startling him.
Letting out a yelp, Jason jumped
into the air and landed on a leaflet, which moved under his feet and he lost
his balance. Fear gripped him hard. He would fall over the desk, way down until
he’d splatter on the floor, or even just break all his bones and… His train of
thought was stopped by large hands cupping him and gently lifting him back up,
massive digits gently coiling around him to form an armature of flesh keeping
him upright and safe. His heart was beating like crazy, he could hear it in his
ears, but now he knew he was safe.
“Why so jumpy?” laughed the
giantess, depositinganother kiss on his face. “You didn’t hear me come closer?
Should I be creeped out that you’re so transfixed to me as a kid?”
“I’m not!” he yelped, worried that
she might truly believe it, but calmed down when he saw her enormous smile, a
wide grin stretching ear to ear. “It’s just… You looked so small on that photo
and your Mother is even more massive, and your dad… he looks minuscule! I… Do I
look as small as he?”
“No, you’re much smaller” said
Deanna, giving him a gentle nudge in the ribs. “Don’t you worry too much about
it. I’m gigantic, like all Cyclopean, and you’re small like all Minors. Size
doesn’t matter in relationships like ours, that’s something I learnt a long
time ago, thanks to my Daddy.”
There was such love and sadness
mixed in that last word than Jason’s heart ached. He didn’t need to look up to
see the tears forming in the eyes of this older, mature, mother of twenty-seven
who caressed gently the picture of her smilling father, like a child seeking
comfort in a teddy bear. He felt bad having elicited such a reaction in her. He
realized that he wanted her happy and smilling and always cheerful, but he had
failed miserably at that, simply because he had looked at that photo when he
shouldn’t have.
“You have every right to look at
this, sweetie” said Deanna, sitting in her vast chair, and still towering over
him, standing on her desk. “It’s not your fault that thinking about my Dad
makes me sad, it’s mine. Times can’t dull pain with a memory like mine, but I
also remember all the great times we had. I know he was the best Daddy any
children could have ever wanted, even when he grew old and had my twin siblings
around his sixties. And when I’m with you, even the pain is reduced and I can
enjoy life all the better. You don’t have anything to be ashamed off.”
“Are… are you sure? I mean, I’m an
open book, everyone keep telling me that, but doesn’t it make everything…
worse. I… I’m not sure I’m worth your time...”
“Yes you are!” vehemently shouted
the Cyclopean woman, leaning forward, pressing her large mounds on the wood of
her desk to glare at him angrily. “I don’t ever want you to think, to feel,
that way! Ever again, Jason, you hear me! You make me so happy, so much more
than anyone else did in all my life. You being so open for all to read is a
quality, not a flaw, beautiful. You need to realize it! Your family may have
abused it, they may have made you feel worthless, but you aren’t! You really
aren’t! I love you, and someday I want to call you Jason Matthewson! And I
will!”
The Minor felt tears forming in his
eyes and before he knew it, they were cascading down his cheeks, as gut wrenching
sobs escaped his throat. He lunged forward and hugged the giantess, as best he
could. His body was mostly pressed on her breasts, but he didn’t care at all.
He wanted to be with her, to hug her so close that he would become a part of
her. He had never been so loved. His mind had been battered by her feelings for
him as she spoke and it made him so happy he couldn’t contain it in his little
body. The teenager cried out on his gigantic lover.
“Shh, my poor baby...” tenderly
whispered Deanna, doing her best to calm him down by sending waves after waves
of love and happiness in his mind. “It’s okay, I know it’s all a lot for you to
take in. But I also know you’ll get used to it and then everything will be
better. Shh...”
Her voice had taken an almost
mother-like tone, her words an appeasing lullaby which calmed him. His sobs
started to relent and then stopped entirely, and he was breathing, exhausted,
against her dark skin, as her long fingers caressed him. Gently, he was peeled
off her cleavage and he saw her rising back to her full height, until she
towered over him once more. Then, she gently lifted him up and brought him to
her lap. He wondered what he was supposed to do, fighting a sudden wave of
exhaustion, as if crying out had been a physical effort.
“Sleep” she said, both with her
mouth and her mind. “Sleep my love. You’re safe. I’m here, and I’ll wake you up
when it’ll be time to feed.”
Jason curled into a ball and leant
against her taunt and muscular stomach, enjoying the feeling of security she
provided him. Her breasts were like the prow of some great cave, her calves the
tender ground upon which he could dream happily, and her warmth would prevent
him from freezing to death. He felt his mind drift to the realm of Morpheus and
relinquished his hold on the waking world with joy. She had told him to do so,
and he was only too happy to obey, if it made her feel great and loved –
because he loved her, he realized.
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“It’s time to wake up, honey” said
the voice of Deanna, stirring him gently for a dreamless nap.
“Five more minutes” he mumbled,
turning in his sleep, even as he felt her fingers descend on his body to caress
it – no tickle him, he realized as they played with his ribs, making him giggle
and move widly, even as he tried to push them away.
“Now, Jason. You need to eat, and so
do I! I won’t have you starving to death on me!”
Regretfully, he did as he was told
and opened his eyes to wake up. He got up too quickly, having forgotten where
he was and his head bumped into the tit-ceiling over him. It was like hitting a
hardwood surface and he let out a cry of pain, falling on his knees and taking
his head between his hands, and he tried to ride out the sudden sensation. It
wasn’t really hurting, he hadn’t been that eager to get up, but he was almost
certain he would have a small bump for a few day. A sudden wave of anguish
washed over him.
“Are you okay!?” cried out Deanna,
taking him in her hands to bring him to her face. “Please don’t be hurt Jason!
Please!” she pleaded, looking at his head with worry.
“I’m fine” he managed to say, even
going as far as to smile at her throught the pain. “I just didn’t expect your
breasts to be so close or so… so firm from beneath.”
“They do are big and firms, aren’t
they” she gushed, calming down already. “But perhaps too big?” she suddenly
asked him. “DO you want me to have a reduction, honey?”
“What!? I… no! I don’t think so!
They… they really suit you!” he replied, utterly confused and embarrassed by such
a sudden interrogation.
“Are you sure?” pressed on the
giantess, cupping her breasts for good effect. “I don’t want you to say that
just because you’d be too embarassed to tell me that I’m too big in some
places...”
“I really like your boobs!” blurted the
Minor, interrupting her and blushing even more, taking an almost pure red hue.
“They look great, they are great on you and… and they help you be the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”
“Ooh, you do know how to arouse a
lady, little man” groaned the gigantic woman before him.
Jason gasped when he saw one of her
hands descend below the desk. He didn’t need to see it nor be Bonded with its
owner to know where it was going. He became even redder, if possible, even as
he felt his own genitals starting to inflate, his breath quickening almost at
the same rythme as Deanna’s. He wondered
if he should stop her or not. It was her office, he doubted anyone would barge
in and bother her. But she was at work, and surely it wouldn’t do to have some
form of sexy time here. They could wait until they got home, right?
“Uh, Deanna” he started, unsure of
what to say. “Shoul… shouldn’t we going to eat something?”
She grunted angrily and looked at
him. She was clearly ready to touch herself and the idea to not do so seemed to
bother her quite a lot. But with a sigh, she brought back her hand on the desk,
her fingers still dry, even if they twitched as she fought with her urges.
Finally, with a sigh, she got up, closed her eyes and stretched, offering him
an incredible sight to behold indeed, her curves menacing to simply burst from
her clothes, as far as he could tell. She relaxed and snatched him from the
desk, bringing him back on his perch on her shoulder.
“You’re right, of course” she said,
her voice still a little strained. “But it’s just a setback. You’d better be
prepared for tonight mister, because you won’t sleep much, I can tell you!”
“I… I’ll try to be!” he stuttered,
clutching as her clothe on both sides of him to keep his balance, even as great
fingers supported his back and a large thumb rested against his torso.
“I’m sure you will” she purred,
sending in his mind a brief probe of her lust for him, which made him shiver a
little. “But we’ll need to eat first, to give you strenght!”
“Where are we going?” he asked when
they entered the elevator bringing them back to street level – or so he
thought, until the bow went up.
“We have seral restaurants in this
building, for my employees to go. They’re great, have a discount for peoples
working in any branch of the Matthewson Foundation. It’s a great way to promote
friendships, help the workers not lose too much money when they want to go eat
outside and it avoid traffic congestion. It also reduces greatly the risks of
someone taking off-hours on the back of restaurant serving them up too slowly
or something like that.”
“Wow. You really thought about
everything, did you?” asked the little Minor, doing his best to not look down,
for fear of being both tentalized by the curvy body he was sitting on and
terrified by how far from the ground he was.
“It’s a company policy, so my Mom’s
the one to thanks for that” she replied, when the elevator stopped and several
employees entered.
They greeted their boss respectfully
and if they noticed the Minor on her shoulder, none of them spoke a word about
it. He wondered if he was too high for them to notice or if it was simply
common courtesy. In any case, an uneasy silence fell and he certainly didn’t
want to break it. He wondered if it was common in elevators. In movies it was,
but, truth been told, he hadn’t seen that much of them and he sometimes
wondered what was fiction and what was closer to the truth in the few he had.
But as the elevator stopped twice again, he started to feel that it was usual.
“Miss Matthewson?” said a man, well into
if 140’s, as far as Jason could judge by just seeing the top of his balding
head. “Someone is waiting for you at the Wild Ranch Grill.”
“Who?” asked the giantess, clearly
unhappy wioth this information.
“Ah… It’s… it’s your younger sister,
I’m afraid. Miss Matthewson” he added hastily, the same name taking a certain
new texture when he did.
“Ah… Maria, of course… I should have
known she’d come by” grumbled Deanna. “Well, thanks Wilson, I’ll try and deal
with her. Is she alone? I guess not but...”
“Yes, she is alone, Miss” affirmed
said Wilson. “It… surprised me, to say the least, but it appears she came to
L.A. on her own.”
“Well I’ll be damned” mumbled the
Cyclopean, surprising Jason with how surprised she sounded. “Thank you Wilson.
As always, great diligence!”
“You’re too good, Miss” replied
normal MAJOR, blushing a little.
When the elevator stopped for the
fourth time, Deanna exited it, bringing him along with her. He looked around,
surprised by the vastness of the building. Several restaurants were in
competition on this floor. One selling Japanese food was facing an Italian’s,
an Indian was alongside a French. But at the very end of the floor, near the
largest windows he had ever seen, was a massive Grill restaurant, the one where
Deanna’s sister was waiting for her. Nervousness gripped the Minor. He had
never interacted with one of his massive lady’s siblings, and he wondered if he
would be up to the task.
“You’ll be wonderful, honey” said
the Cyclopean. “And if you ever have doubt, well, look at my breasts. I’m sure
it’ll help” she added with a sly grin.
“Uuh… okay?” he replied, unsure of
how it would be helpful, but he didn’t want to say it out loud.
“Little Dea!” suddenly boomed a
voice which brought his full focus on the restaurant.
“Oh my God!” he gasped when he saw
the woman to whom the voice belonged.
She was the most massive being he
had ever seen. For starter, she was taller than Deanna, by such a wide margin
that it was noticeable, even when the two giantesses were standing over ten meters
apart from each other. Then, she was chubby. Deanna was curvy, clearly a plus
sized Cyclopean, but her sister made her look positively thin. She wasn’t
morbidly obese, but she was clearly overweight, which meant that she probably
weighed more than the double of the colossal woman he was sitting on. And as
she ran toward them, he was almost certain that he could feel the whole floor
tremble, as if some enormous monster was rampaging toward them.
“Hello Maria!” replied Deanna,
perhaps a little less than enthusiastic, seconds before her body collided with
the mastodon, almost sending the little teenager flying, prelude to the
enormous hug than the older Matthewson daughter gave to her sibling.
“And you must be Jason!” chirped
Maria Matthewson, looking at him with glinting eyes, which made him shudder.
“You look positively delicious, I understand how little Dea here can have
succumbed to your charms!”
She laughed and a muffled sound down
there brought Jason’s attention to Deanna’s head.He let out a loud gasp which
made Maria chuckle. While he was relatively safe on his lover’s shoulder, the
head of the Cyclopean was completely engulfed by tits which made Deanna’s look
positively small in comparison. The taller giantess kept her sister in this
very embarrassing position long enough that when Deanna was finally allowed to
get out, she was out of breath, and Jason terrified. This woman’s a force of nature!
“Okay, little Dea, little Jay, let’s
go eating! I’m famished!”