Not So Average World - Chapter 20 (Patreon)

Chapter 20

Jason wasn´t exactly in peace after leaving the office. He was thinking a lot on what has happened.

A joke? Was that a joke she made? It made him tremble on the inside. He hates it when women say those kinds of things, and it´s even worse when they actually do it!

He started thinking about how things are in the current society. On how mature women often tease men. Overpower them with their size.

Just picture this, an older woman, of about sixty-years-of-age, can pick him up with a single hand without breaking in sweat! Older women can do whatever they want, the question is, what does Mrs. Braxton want to do with him?

She´s rich, powerful, and stands taller than any other lady he knows. He remembered what a friend of his told him, that if you find the right woman, a sugar mommy, you won´t have to worry about anything.

But, was it worth it? He´s never heard of his friend ever again. Last thing he knew was that he found the “perfect lady”, that she was a couple years older, and stood above nine-feet-tall.

The truth is, when you get into that kind of relationship, some ladies often keep you for themselves. You can get anything you want, but you won´t ever leave the house without being with them. That´s if you ever get to leave.

And there´s all sorts of ladies out there. All sorts of giantesses with their own particular ideas. Their own particular thoughts.

Maybe you could get the super-bossy lady. A giantess that orders you around, as if you actually worked for her. Sure, she can be kind, but her mind is always set on the fact that she´s superior, and that you, as a man, are lucky to be with her.

You could also get the utterly-sweet woman. A giantess that´s looking for love, and that wants nothing but to give love. However, there are two kinds, the one that´s super sweet and just wants to cuddle, and the one that´s always hot. Sex in the morning, sex in the evening, and sex after dinner. All they want is sex!

There´s also the sweet ones that are only gentle, and so pampering. But you must be careful with those. Basically, they are giantess milfs who, all they want, is to mommy you. And some take it way too far. While others are of a more casual, gentle side. Still, they are all overprotective towards men.

And last, but not least, there´s the average kind of giantess. What you´d call “normal”, a healthy relationship. They think of men as their equals, even if they stand a few feet shorter. They don´t try to be imposing, or to rule over you, all they want is a lovely relationship. And those, they might be hard to find.

Lucky him, Nataly seems to be of that kind. But he must be sure, he often hears that when a woman passes the seven-foot-mark, they start acting different. Hopefully, that will never happen to her. Hopefully…

He was sitting on the couch when Nataly arrived. She seemed exhausted, has she had a hard day at the office?

He turned to look at her, and she smiled. However, she can always tell when something´s wrong. She was tired, and ready to talk to him about how she speed-run a whole report she had to deliver; she ate lunch while still working. But she could wait.

“What is it?” she asked. She can always tell when something´s bothering him.

“Huh?” He had no choice but to confess. “Well, something happened at the office…” he felt really uncomfortable about what he was about to say.

So, Nataly took a sit next to him, and listened to him as he talked about the cookies and Mrs. Braxton´s milk. Her, supposedly breast, milk on the cookies.

He felt kind of ashamed, but if he couldn´t share that with his girlfriend, then with whom? The 6´4” amazon looked down at him and nodded, looking for something to be worried about, but as soon as he was finished, she just laughed.

“Was… was that it?” she said, holding a giggle.

“What do you mean? It was awful! She made me feel… stupid! And… and that thing of her… boob-milk…” he felt quivers of disgust all over his back.

“Don´t worry, it´s more common than you think.” Nataly said.

“Are you sure? How come this is it the first time I´ve heard it?” He complaint.

“Remember, you worked at a lonely spot of the office, you barely interacted with others. Most of the bosses around use that joke really often, like, this other day, a guy was sent to get some coffee, ok? And when he was back, the boss, a woman of at least 8´6”, said: “Did you remember the cream? Oh, don´t worry, I can use my own.” And then she squeezed one of her huge tits.” Nataly said.

While she spoke, Jason pictured a gigantic woman, grabbing the coffee from the guy, and then, just squeezing her titanic breasts with her hand. Her large fingers sinking on the soft surface of her gigantic breast. What if a wet spot was formed? What if she had actually… lactated?

He swallowed hard to that. Why was he thinking about it? He looked away and crimsoned all over his face.

“It´s normal, ok? Don´t worry. Whatever you´re thinking, I promise you it´s much worse than it actually is.” She reassured.

“For real? Because it doesn´t seem like fun. At least not my kind of fun.” He said.

“It´s a joke, and it never goes beyond that. Still, if it EVER goes beyond that, please let me know.” Nataly could picture herself making a fuss, complaining at his boss. But what could she achieve?

Nataly was taller than Jason. Standing at 6´4”, but compared with Mrs. Braxton. The gigantic woman stood at 9´10”! Three-and-a-half feet taller than Nataly! There´s no way she´ll take her seriously, and even less of a chance that she´ll care for what she can say. Or do.

But things will be fine, right?

“Good morning, Jason!” Said Mrs. Braxton the very next day.

Jason was walking into the office, still thinking a little about what had happened. But that must´ve been a way to teach him a lesson, and nothing more. Maybe he made her mad, and that was her way to take it down on him.

“Good morning… Ettie.” He smiled.

She smiled back, glad that he had learned his lesson. She wasn´t trying to make that more than a lesson. She was a sweet woman, but when she wants things done properly, then it must always be as she says. And nothing else.

Jason was curious about what to expect. And a little worried she might ask for some coffee and then make that milk joke again.

But, could it be worse than just that? Nataly said no one ever takes it further than a joke, but what if Mrs. Braxton takes it to the next level? He could picture it.

“Honey, can you hand me a cup of coffee?” They had a coffee machine at the office, it was located on a large piece of furniture at a corner of the office, where they stored coffee and other food-related supplies. Like a tiny lunch room in the corner of the enormous office. After all, this was a whole floor that worked as a single woman´s office.

He pictured himself, pouring the coffee on the mug, and once he was making his way to her, she´d be standing, with her blouse fully open and only covering her gigantic breasts with her bra.

“Thank you.” She´ll say as she takes the mug from his hand, and then, she´ll slip one of her hands inside her bra, and pull it down. “I´ll take care of the milk…” And so, her big nipple, her large, hard nipple will be pinched by her fingers, and then, a stream of milk will come out! Giving the coffee a creamier color.

“STOP!!!” he thought, he was doing it again! All that has been just a fantasy, a nightmare if you please. In the meantime, he was just standing there, right before Mrs. Braxton.

He spent more than just a minute thinking about it. And she could see the worry in his face. A terrified expression.

“Is everything ok, honey?” she said, with such a sweet tone, but it didn´t help his case.

“S-sure! I… I´m fine!” he looks so suspicious. And he´s all embarrassed, his whole face is red!

She couldn´t believe him, so, she rose a little from her sit, bent over her desk and reached for him. Jason just froze as her large hand made it´s way towards him. What was going on? All he could do was close his eyes, and hope this will be over soon.

Then, he could feel her hand, gently approaching to his forehead. The back of her hand, pressed softly against his forehead for just a couple seconds.

“Hmmm, you´re a little warm, but you don’t seem to have any fever. Are you sure you´re feeling alright? Maybe… is this a stomach issue? Hmm?” This only made him want to burry himself on the floor. Disappear. How could he doubt of such a sweet lady?

“I´m fine, I just… I remembered something… but I´m fine. I… I´m sorry for that.” He replied.

“Oh, don´t be sorry, dear. If you´ve got a problem, you can always talk to me. I promise I´ll listen.” She doesn´t seem to be just like any other boss. She was different. She was sweet, kind, she shows she wants to understand, to be more involved.

Of course, she was stern at times, but that´s her job, she´s the boss. Now, his question is, what kind of boss is she? What kind of lady? So far, she seems to be of the caring side, but she´s stern at times, could she be her own kind of person?