Blog: Jo’s Rings (XV)

Yesterday, I tried making Jo’s boobs grow, and it was a success. One of the buttons on her blouse popped off (narrowly missing my face). Today, she came to work wearing a larger, woolen shirt, and looked at me defiantly the moment she came in. I looked at her questioningly; her only answer was to close the door, lean against it, and close her eyes.

So I obliged. I talked and made her boobs grow and watched with fascination as they filled out her loose shirt. She caressed them, then slipped a hand under it to grope one of her expanding breasts. I saw some massive underboob and a hint of puffy nipple. She squirmed and moaned and pressed her hand against her crotch, the sensations obviously bringing her closer to orgasm.

And then, all of a sudden, I stopped everything right there. She was probably seconds away from her climax and ready to go. She looked at me, almost furious.

“No! You can’t stop now!”

But I didn’t restart anything. Instead, I pointed at my watch to remind her of the time. We had an appointment with our boss to give him a status on our current projects, and we were already late.

I can only imagine the itch she needed to scratch. She was cranky for the entire meeting and didn’t look like she wanted to contribute anything. (It probably didn’t help that I was doing all the talking for us.) When it was over, we headed back to our office, but as we passed the bathroom door, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside. Apparently, there was some unfinished business to attend, and I was the man (or tongue) for the job.

It’s okay, we weren’t gone long, as it turns out she only needed a minute to get there.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”