I arrived to my first day at my new job and was more excited than I had ever been about a job change. Although the new position required me to drive into downtown Los Angeles the stock options, bonus and increased salary were just too much to pass up. Besides, it was kind of exciting being in the middle of the major business players every day.
I had only met my boss and one counterpart in the interview process. The remainder of my interviews had been phone interviews with the New York office. After I got settled into my desk and found out where the bathrooms were my boss took me around and introduced me to everyone I would be working with.
Each person I met was very professionally dressed, had sharp looking work areas and seemed very cold and distant. I knew several of them had applied for the position and had been passed over but I met with more coldness than I had anticipated. I figured people were either being cold because they had not got the position or their favorite horse had not won the race.
Then I met my administrative assistant. She had been out to lunch by time we got back to where I sit so I waited for her to return so I could introduce myself. She had stuff thrown all over her desk. She had pictures and post cards all over her cubical. She was the only woman on the floor not wearing a woman’s business suit and she was the only warm friendly person I met.
As I entered the cubical Shewanda put down a chicken wing she was eating and eagerly seized my hand with both of her hands. She squeezed my hand and shook so vigorously that my entire body shook instead of just my arm. Her enormous breasts and oversized body shook too. I wanted to retract my hand but it was such a relief to meet a smiling face that I did not dare alienate the one person who seemed to welcome my arrival.
When she finally let go I looked down and noticed I had barbecue sauce on my fingers. She noticed too and started apologizing while she dug out a wet wipe to clean my fingers. She took my arm, propped it on her breasts and proceeded to clean my hand. As her hands went to work cleaning my hands I felt a child like feeling come over me. She was so warm and friendly that I immediately felt at incredible ease with her. Shewanda finished cleaning my hand, apologized again and then set my arm back down to my side. I just smiled and said thank you.
The next day I arrived for work and when I got to my desk Shewanda greeted me. She handed me a list of messages and hugged me. As she hugged me she said, “You get calls from New York because they’re three hours ahead of us. Here they are. I can help you figure out who you need to call back first if you’d like.”
Shewanda was a large woman. She was taller than me, bigger than me and must have doubled my weight. So I have to admit that when she hugged me I was flabbergasted for two different reasons. One, I was blown away that someone would hug me at work and two, I was surprised at how soft and cuddly she felt as I was pulled in tight against her. I kind of stiffened up as the hug surprised me.
Shewanda pulled away and said, “Oh my, I’m sorry. I always hug people. I guess I should have warned you. I am just a friendly person who likes to hug. I hope you don’t mind.”
I said, “I kind of figured that out. It just caught me off guard. With all the harassment training we go through I wasn’t ready for a hug.”
Shewanda said, “Then let’s try again.”
Before I could say a word her arms were back around me and she pulled me into her twice as tight as the time before. I felt her huge breasts up against my chest, felt her breath on my neck and smelled her wonderful perfume. I put my arms around her and hugged her back. I tried to tell myself that this was just an innocent hug but I felt really aroused and hoped she didn’t notice.
Each morning I got a hug when I arrived and each evening I got a hug as Shewanda went home for the night. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination but the hugs seemed to be getting longer. One thing was not my imagination and that was the fact that I was beginning to enjoy them more and more. In this cold unfriendly work environment my only ray of sunshine was my daily hugs.
Friday is casual day and since I was new to the company I wished I had inquired what they meant by the word casual. When I arrived I was happy to see that I was a little bit overdressed. I figured I would stand out way less being overdressed than underdressed. Almost everyone in the office was wearing jeans and either polo shirts or blouses. I was wearing slacks and a polo shirt so I kind of blended in.
I said good morning to all the cold unfriendly people and as I walked to my office I wondered how long it would be before someone besides Shewanda smiled at me. Half of these people worked for me and I was growing tired of being made to feel the outsider. I figured it would just take time to break the ice with them. As I neared my office I realized I was excited about my morning hug.
I got to my office and Shewanda was not at her desk. I stepped into my office and she was behind my desk sorting my mail. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a tight polo shirt that could hardly contain her massive breasts. I always thought overweight women wore baggy clothes to hide their weight but it appeared to me that she wanted to accentuate it. I said, “Good morning Shewanda.”
She looked up and said, “Good morning Mr. Delaney.” She paused for a moment and said, “I’m so sorry, I forgot to tell you about casual Friday. It is really casual. Look at me.”
As she said this she gestured to her body the way a model does when modeling a new line of clothes. My eyes were drawn to her breasts and I felt guilty for having feelings like this for my secretary. I quickly looked up at her eyes so she wouldn’t notice I had stopped on her chest. As I said, “That’s okay, I’m kind of casual” she threw her arms around me and said, “Time for your morning hug.”
This hug felt different. I never initiated and I always let go when she ended the hug but this time I pulled her into me when she went to end our hug. I felt warm and cozy like hot chocolate on a cold winter night. She squeezed me tight and said, “Someone needed a hug today. Do you feel better now?”
I released her and said, “Yes, thank you. I guess I did need a hug.”
Shewanda said, “Then I’ll give you a special hug tonight before I go home for the weekend.”
All day long I was distracted by her comment about a special hug. I was fairly sure I could get into hot water for hugging my admin even though she hugged everyone she came into contact with but that wasn’t what was bothering me. I wanted her. Besides being against company policy I just couldn’t imagine introducing my parents to a woman twice my size. I decided when I got home I was going to find a nice skinny woman to get Shewanda off my mind.
Shewanda always came in two hours before me and usually left the office at 3:30. This was mostly because she needed to answer calls from our NY office but also because she lived right here in the city. At 3:15 Shewanda came into my office and said, “I’m getting ready to go Mr. Delaney. Will there be anything else before I leave?”
I said, “No, I don’t have anything for you. Have a great weekend.” I paused for a second and said, “Do you have any big plans for the weekend?”
Shewanda said, “Actually yes. I am hoping to get engaged this weekend to this wonderful man I just met this week.”
Jealousy and a sense of loss flashed through my heart and mind. At the same time I felt relief that she would no longer fill my thoughts. I said, “Wow, then you better get going. Have a wonderful weekend.”
Shewanda said, “Not so fast Mr. Delaney, I still owe you your special hug.”
I got up and walked over to where she was standing and put my arms around her. As soon as I was in her arms she scooped me up and held me like a baby. She reached back with one foot and kicked my office door shut and she began to rock me like a baby. I was partially resting on her abdomen but I was still amazed at her arm strength. Her enormous breasts were trapped under my body but she kind of squirmed and twisted until they were free. She took a deep breath and when she exhaled her breasts came to rest on my face. I felt so completely at ease, so completely at peace that I absent mindedly nestled into her breasts and closed my eyes.
Shewanda said, “I am so soft and warm. I know you love when I hug you. You feel so comfortable and so safe in my arms. I saw you looking at me the other day and I have to tell you I am flattered that you enjoy looking at me. I am just as flattered that you feel so comfortable with me, so peaceful with me that you have already closed your eyes and started to sleep.”
I felt Shewanda kiss my forehead. It was not a sexual kiss at all but more of a loving tender kiss that put me even more at ease. I forgot I was in her arms three feet off the floor and felt like I was in a big soft rocker. Then she said, “It’s okay to sleep. It is a compliment that I can take away your stress and that you can fall asleep in my arms. Just sleep and listen to my voice. Sleep for Shewanda. Rest your weary head on my breasts and sleep.”
My eyes were already closed and I felt myself pass from the conscious world to the sleeping world. She continued to rock me but when she spoke I could clearly hear her words. It was then that I realized that I wasn’t truly asleep but definitely wasn’t awake. Shewanda then informed what I was experiencing and I realized I had willingly walked into this trap.
She said, “Yes Michael, it feels so good to let yourself be hypnotized by Shewanda. I want you to answer one question for me before I tell you what you will think when you awaken. Are you ready to answer my question?”
I said, “Yes Shewanda.”
As soon as I answered I knew I was no longer in control. She had called me Michael and I had not even flinched. This company was so uptight that subordinates never referred to their bosses by their first name. While I was still asking myself if I should even answer her question another part of my brain had already responded.
Shewanda said, “Yes Mistress Shewanda.”
I said, “Yes Mistress Shewanda.”
Shewanda said, “How long have you been thinking of what it would be like to make love to me?”
I said, “Since Tuesday Mistress Shewanda.”
She surprised me with her intuitiveness by asking, “And when did you start falling for me? When was it that you began looking forward to seeing me and eagerly waiting for my innocent little hug?”
I replied, “I think by Wednesday evening Mistress.”
Shewanda said, “And tell me my submissive hypnotized pet. What has been holding you back from asking me out?”
I replied, “I was afraid of what people would think if I dated my secretary who is twice my size and a different race. I was afraid of public opinion.”
Shewanda said, “But you’re not anymore are you? No, you no longer care about public opinion. You only care about the way I make you feel. You only care about how loved, warm and safe you feel when you’re in my arms. You only care about what it will be like to come home to me cooking every day wearing only an apron with nothing covering my breasts. You only care about standing at the alter watching your dream woman Shewanda walking down the aisle towards you. Do you understand Michael?”
She kissed my forehead with another tender loving kiss and I immediately replied, “Yes Mistress.”
I felt sad as I realized she had said her plans were to marry someone and she must have noticed my countenance change. She said, “Why are you sad my little love slave?”
I replied, “Because you are getting engaged this weekend.”
Shewanda said, “I am getting engaged to you my silly little white boy. I just had to hypnotize you first and release your inhibitions. I knew you wanted me, I knew you were confused and were afraid to act on your feelings so I just needed to set you free. When you awaken you will no longer fight your feelings for me. You will surrender to your feelings and each time you kiss me, hug me, make love to me or have any physical contact with me you will fall more and more in love with me.”
Shewanda set me down on my chair and said, “It’s time to wake up now Michael. We will both leave together today and when we get to the car you will kiss me and be mine.”
She woke me up and gave me another hug. It was just as soft and innocent as the first time she had hugged me but this time I felt electricity in my body. I hugged her back and said, “I can’t wait to get to my car. Or should we take your car?”
She kissed me right there in the office and after several minutes of intoxicating kisses she said, “I take the bus silly boy. But I’m sure you will be buying me a new car won’t you?”
I said, “Yes Mistress, anything for you.”
We kissed in the car, we kissed in the mall, we held each other’s hands as she tried on engagement rings and I melted into her eyes as we ate dinner. I could not wait to get my trophy wife home and make love to her.
The wedding only took a couple of months to plan and it was wonderful. Shewanda’s mother was a big soft warm woman too and her husband seemed just as infatuated and enthralled by her as I did with Shewanda.
I knew my life on this earth would be eternal bliss after the dust settled from our honeymoon. I came home from a tough day at work and when I walked in the door Shewanda was waiting for me wearing only the bottom part of an apron. Her massive breasts, that I had become quite familiar with, bounced everywhere as she ran to hug me. I was so overwhelmed that when she let go I fell to my knees and said, “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
Shewanda pushed my head under the apron, into her crotch and replied, “Oh no honey, I am the luckiest woman in the world. You were mine for the taking from the moment I first hugged you.”
Her hand guided my head so that my lips were now on her lips and she said, “Now be a good boy and kiss me down there like I taught you.”
A made a muffled sound in my attempt to say, “Yes mistress.” Then I satisfied my dream woman as I would anytime she wanted it.