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Forced Mind Control MaleDom

By Zon18
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CHAPTER 1
DAY ZERO: Tuesday
John Mason sat back in his chair after a long day of work. He rubbed his
eyes and could still feel the hum of the computer pressing into his head. ‘I’ve
got to stop working so hard,’ he thought. ‘The company can almost run itself.’
But, he shook his head at that. It was obviously wrong. He was putting all of his
effort into the business, yet they still were barely turning a profit.
“Damn, Ultrasoft!” he said into his hands. “If they keep tying up the fucking
market, we’ll never get off of the ground.”
“It’s not their fault,” a voice said as someone entered the room.
He looked up and saw a tall redhead standing there, Christine Amundsen, his
Vice President. She had worked at M-COM for the last three years, each one more
bitchy than the last. “Hi Christine,” he mumbled. ‘That’s all I need. As if
today wasn’t hard enough,’ he thought.
“Hi John. I see you have a new bimbo working in your front office.”
“Whatever do you mean?” he asked playing dumb.
“That Cindi with an ‘I’ out there.”
“Ohh, Miss Kelly? She was just bumped up from the secretarial pool. She’s
only been here a few days.” Ahh, yes. But what a few days it had been. There was
the miniskirt on Monday and the push up bra today. ‘I can’t wait for Wednesday!’
he thought. “She will be an invaluable secretary.”
“I’m sure she will. I should get you brought up on discrimination charges
for the way you run the secretaries. Mine is such a dumb bunny she can hardly
answer phones, let alone type!”
“Christine, get off of it.”
“I will not get off it! I’m serious. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Is there some reason you came in here to bother me other than the
secretaries?”
“As a matter of fact, there is. Consider this my two weeks notice. My last
day is a week from Friday. I am leaving you for Ultrasoft, John-boy. My
resignation is in your mailbox.”
‘Oh, shit. If she gets over there she can take all of our new designs with
her,’ he thought. Sure, it wasn’t supposed to happen, but everyone knew that it
did all of the time. Why else would they take one of his upper management people
that had access to every high security project they were running. “I can’t
talk you out of this?”
“No, John. I’ve had enough of this piss-ant company and its idiotic
president.”
“As long as you’re not burning any bridges…” he murmured.
“I don’t give a fuck! Ta-ta.”
“Great,” John sighed and with that she turned on her heel and left the
office.
On her way out she almost bumped into a man in a tie and tennis shoes on his
way in.
“John, got a minute?” he asked.
“Barry! Yeah, come on in!” He and Barry Miskowicz went to college together
what seemed like ages ago. Barry had studied computer sciences and John had had
the business degree. Together they had formed the company and Barry was now
John’s chief programmer.
“Having some trouble with Miss Amundsen?”
“Barry, she gone… You can call her the Bitch or whatever name you techies
have given her.”
Barry laughed. “What’s going on? You look tired.”
“Well, Christine is leaving the company and taking God-only-knows-what with
her over to Ultrasoft.”
“Ooo, that’s bad. Is she gone for good?”
“No, she’s given her two weeks.”
“Hmm, that’s convenient. So, she’ll use her computer?”
“Yeah… I mean, I guess so. Why?”
“I’ve been working on a program to improve morale and I think you might want
to adapt it to this purpose.”
“Lay it on me.”
“Okay, you know how subliminal messages work?” John shook his head. “They
are delivered at a higher rate of speed than the conscious mind can detect, but
the subconscious can read it and decides actions for the conscious mind to
pursue.
Thus, if a subliminal message can be delivered enough times, then it can
alter a person’s behavior!”
“That’s interesting. But, how does that help me?”
“John, wake up! The program I’m working on is a screen-saver that has
subliminal messages embedded in it. If you tell the program to deliver intense messages
about loyalty to the company and a desire to keep one’s job…”
“Are you saying that it could stop Christine from leaving?”
“Eureka! There are brain cells left in there! Praise the Lord!” Barry
yelled.
“All right. All right. Let’s do it. The worst that will happen is that she
leaves the company anyway. You’re sure it’s undetectable?”
“Yes. The program works perfectly. I’ll install it on her computer from my
console and we’ll see. You should know by the end of the day tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Barry. You may have just saved the company.”
“No problem,” he said on his way out. John finished up at his desk and
arranged his office for the morning. He always liked to be greeted by a clean desk.
With that finished he headed for home with a spring in his step and looking
forward to the next day.
CHAPTER 2
DAY ONE: Wednesday
Christine walked into the office wearing her gray business suit, short high
heels, and her hair tied up. She stopped at the security desk to check in
like every other day. The guard looked up at her and said, “Ms. Amundsen. You’re
looking lovely today.”
“Thanks, Ralph.” She thought, ‘He’s always so nice to me. And he’s right.’
Her gray skirt went to just beyond knee-length and the padded shoulder sportcoat
helped to increase the size of her slight frame.
“Something special going on?”
“Huh? Oh… I’m just in a good mood, I guess. You know, the sunshine and
all.”
“Sure, sure. Well, have a good day.”
“Thanks!” she said as she got onto the elevator and rode up to her office.
“I guess John didn’t want the staff to know yet… He’ll probably put out a
memo three weeks after I’m gone,” she chuckled and shook her head at the
inefficiency of the company. ‘I don’t know what they’ll do without me around here,’ she
thought. “The whole place is likely to fall apart!” she laughed at the
thought of John’s precious business going up in flames all because she was leaving.
The elevator arrived at her floor and she stepped off. A few people said
hello to her in the hall, but she passed by them almost without notice. ‘They
won’t matter in a few weeks, anyway,’ she thought. She unlocked the door to her
office and turned on the light. Christine set down her briefcase and she walked to
her desk. She sat in the leather chair that she had grown accustomed to and
looked at her cluttered desk. “Huh? That’s odd. I don’t remember leaving the
computer on.” She looked at the spiraling screensaver and almost went to shut it
off… but then said, “I might need to get some files later.” So she left it on
while she looked through the files scattered around from yesterday.
As she went through the desk putting away her notes and memos for later she
noticed that she kept looking at the screensaver. One minute she was putting
something in her hand and the next thing she knew… she was staring at the
screen. Christine shook her head and said, “I really need to get more
sleep.”
She checked her watch and saw that it was 11:00! “What the hell? It feels
like it’s only 9…” she trailed off as her eye was drawn to the monitor again.
“Hey, Miss Amundsen?” Christine blinked hard and looked away from the
computer screen with difficulty. Standing in the doorway was her ditzy secretary.
“Miss Amundsen, I’m leaving for the day. Do you need anything?”
“Leaving, Kathy? But, it’s only noon…” she trailed off as she realized
that the sunlight was casting long shadows through the windows.
Kathy laughed and said, “Noon! No way, it’s five o’ clock!” She tilted her
head and said, “Miss Amundsen?” she asked in a high pitched voice. “I heard a
rumor that you’re quitting. Is that true?”
“Oh my god! I can’t believe that I was going to quit! I’ve got to get to
John’s office.” Christine jumped up and ran across the room. Kathy had to jump out
of her way and Christine called back, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Miss Amundsen,” Kathy called back. She shook her head and wondered why
her boss was so out of it today.
Christine ran the whole length of the deserted floor to get to John’s
office.
His secretary had already left, but he usually worked late. She burst
through the door and panted, “John, we have to talk!”
He looked up from his desk at his vice president. Her dress suit was
flattened from sitting all day and her hair was in disarray from her run across the
office. He had heard her coming and thought he knew where this conversation
was heading. “What is it, Christine?”
“I don’t want to quit. Please retract my resignation… please,” she panted
still trying to catch her breath.
“Well, I don’t know. I mean a resignation is pretty forceful stuff. Were you
trying to get a raise or something?”
“No… I don’t know what I was thinking. This is the best position I’ve ever
held and I can’t believe how stupid I almost was. I just want to serve M-COM
and help you make a profit. I don’t care about the money I make.”
“Really?” he asked. He thought, ‘That’s a surprise. She drove the hardest
bargain of any VP I’ve ever promoted.’ “I guess I could consider taking you
back…”
“Oh, thank you!” she started to leave.
“Wait a minute. I said I would consider it. You are on a probationary basis
until I see that you are serious about returning. That means no contact with
the software programmers, no access to sensitive material and you must be on the
top of your game.”
“But, that means all I can do is administrate personnel!”
“I know, but it’s the only way I can let you keep your position for now.”
She thought it over for a minute and decided that the job was too important.
“Okay, John. I’ll play by your rules. Thanks again.” With that, she left his
office to go home.
“You can come out now, Barry. She’s gone,” John said.
“See? I told you that it would work fast enough.”
“It’s amazing. We could sell it to every Fortune 500 company to increase
staff loyalty. Under the table, of course.”
“Of course,” Barry laughed. Barry said seriously, “Would you be interested
in modifying the message to influence other behaviors?”
” Well, sure,” John said. “I guess that I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I just had a great idea. If you’re really with me on this one old buddy.”
“You just name it.”
“Can we….” Barry began and then went on to describe what he wanted the
program to do. John listened closely to what Barry had to say and vistas of
opportunities opened before him.
“It would really do that? Or not work at all? Are we completely secure?”
“Completely, John. If it doesn’t work, then nothing would happen.”
“Let’s do it, Barry,” John said. They continued to talk at length and when
they were finished Barry programmed late into the night.
CHAPTER 3
DAY TWO: Thursday
Christine wore the black skirt with the white blouse today. She considered
it her “power suit” when she added the black sportcoat, with shoulder pads of
course. Today her hair was down and she thought it looked pretty nice. She
checked in with security again. As she signed in she noticed that she was
the first one in this morning. It was 7:30 AM. “Hi, Ralph.”
The older man looked up at her and felt his heart pick up. He always loved
it when her hair was down because it looked more feminine. “Hello, Miss
Amundsen. How are you this morning?”
“I guess I’m okay.”
“You look troubled…”
“It’s just that I was getting these headaches all night and my head is still
kind of sore,” she replied.
“I have some Tylenol if you want it.”
“No, thanks. I’ll be okay,” she said getting on the elevator. She was
getting in so early today that no one else was on the elevator with her. “Why did I get
up so early?” she wondered. “That’s really not like me.” ‘You did it for the
good of the company,’ her brain answered. “Oh, yeah. That’s right. I needed to
come in to oversee the staff like John asked.”
She got to her floor and stepped into the hallway. She fumbled around in the
security lit office for five minutes before she found the light switch. The
sudden glare made her head flare up, but she squinted her eyes against the
glare and found her way to her office. Walking in, she got the strange feeling
like someone had just been there. “But, that’s nonsense,” she said. “I’m the
first one in.”
She sat down behind her desk and saw the spiral spinning its way around the
monitor. “I sure am getting forgetful. I left the computer on again! Of
course… it’s because I went to John’s office yesterday afternoon.” ‘Huh?’
she thought. ‘Why did I do that?’ Her brain answered, ‘because you want to serve
the company.’ “Oh, yeah…. I wanted to remind him what a good worker I was.”
Suddenly all of that became irrelevant as her gaze was drawn deep into the
swirling of the spiral and she sat there in the semidarkness staring blankly
at the screen.
“Hey, Miss Amundsen?” Kathy asked.
Christine awoke from her stupor and took her eyes from the screen with
difficulty. The bright sunlight caused her to blink hard as her eyes came
into focus. “Yes, Kathy,” she asked.
“Oh, I just wanted to say I’m going to lunch do you want anything?”
Christine almost said no, but as she looked at Kathy something came over her. She
trailed her eye up Kathy’s long legs, accentuated by her heels, to the swelling of
her hips, encased in a black miniskirt, and then up to her chest barely held
back by her tight-fitting white blouse. Kathy noticed the look and said, “I’m sorry,
Miss Amundsen. I know you hate this miniskirt, but all my laundry was dirty
and….”
“Hush. That’s all right. I understand,” Christine said rising from her desk.
Kathy was stunned. The Bitch had always given her a ten minute lecture on
appropriate dress whenever she wore something above the knee. Christine
swayed her way around the desk with her eyes locked on Kathy’s straining blouse.
“Umm, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure Ms. Amundsen,” Kathy replied carefully.
Christine almost grimaced, but then said, “What’s your cup size?” She
continued to blatantly stare at Kathy’s chest and walked within touching distance.
“Ummm, I’m a C,” she giggled nervously.
“That’s a good size, a healthy size. I bet all the boys like you.”
“Uh, yeah I have a boyfriend.”
“Do you think there’s something wrong with my breasts? Is that why no one
will date me?”
Kathy almost said that it was because she was a bitch. But, she still was
sure this was some kind of trick. “Well, you could use a little on top, I guess.”
“Yes, of course! That’s it,” Christine nodded vigorously. “I could use some
more up top! Thank you, Kathy! These B cups will never do!”
“Uh, sure. Can I go to lunch now?”
“Yes, yes, go,” said Christine as she hurried back to her computer. As she
sat down she thought, ‘Why did I do that?’ Her head answered, ‘Because Kathy is
beautiful and you want to be beautiful, too.’ She furrowed her brow for a
second, ‘Something is wrong here.’ But, then she looked at the pretty spiral
and all of her cares and worries flitted away as she fell back into her blank
stare in front of the screen.
Kathy poked her head into the office at the end of the day and saw the Bitch
calmly stroking herself under the desk. “Ahem, Miss Amundsen?” But, her boss
didn’t look up. “Miss Amundsen?” she asked louder.
“Huh? Oh Kathy, again,” Christine blinked stopping her hand as she looked
up.
She acted as though she didn’t know what she had been doing. “What is it?”
“Dr. Jameson said that tomorrow will be fine for your appointment.”
Christine replied, “That will be fine.” ‘What did I make an appointment
for?’ she thought.
“I hear that he’s the best enhancer in the business…” Kathy said.
“Enhancer?”
“Yeah, you wanted a larger bust like we talked about earlier. And then, when
I got back from lunch you asked me to make the appointment. Remember?”
“Oh… yeah. I guess that’s right,” she said, even though she couldn’t
remember a thing. For some reason though she felt herself get wet at the thought of
larger breasts and gazed longingly at Kathy’s again.
“I’m leaving for the day. Okay? The appointment is first thing in the
morning at 9:00.”
“Okay. Thanks, Kathy,” Christine was drawn back into the screen and quickly
forgot that the discussion had ever happened. But a deep-seated piece of her
would remember for her.
Distantly, Christine heard someone calling her name. She looked out through
the darkness and saw a figure illuminated in the doorway. “Miss Amundsen? I’m
locking down the building. Will you be staying?”
“You’re locking down?” she mumbled.
“Yes. It’s nine o’ clock and I always lock down at that hour. I don’t think
we’ve met though. I’m Mark D’Tanglio. I’m night security.”
“Oh, thank you, Mark.” She rose and turned off the computer as she walked
around the desk. As she passed him in the doorway she brushed her breasts up
against him and said breathily, “Thank you sooo much for coming to find me.”
“No problem, Miss Amundsen.”
“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night,” she whispered as she walked out to the
elevator leaving him stunned in her doorway. Once the doors closed she
thought, ‘Why did I do that?’ Her head answered, ‘Because he’s an employee and your
job is to keep the employees happy.’ “Huh, I guess if it keeps the employees
happy, then it’s okay.” As she said that a quick ripple of pleasure coursed through
her body. She sighed quietly and let the elevator carry her down to the garage.
After she got home, she made herself dinner and sat down to eat it in front
of the TV. She kept flipping channels, however, for some reason her usual PBS
and Discovery channel programs just weren’t interesting tonight. She switched it
to the Learning Channel, usually a favorite of hers, and sat back to watch.
‘Tonight on The Learning Channel…. Mysteries of Egypt at 10:00 followed by
The Edmund Fitzgerald at 11:00.’
She sat back in her chair as the Mysteries of Egypt started, but as soon as
the archeologist started talking about pharaohs and pyramids she began to lose
interest. “Who cares about all of those old bones! God, this is boring!” She
switched the channel and started flipping up and down the dial.
She stopped suddenly when she saw a woman in a tight red swimsuit running
across the screen. “Look at how those tits bounce!” she said. She sat there
transfixed just watching the woman’s breasts sway from side to side as she ran down the
beach. Christine looked down at her own breasts and thought, ‘Mine will
never swing around so pretty like that.’ The woman on the screen stopped in front
of a man and began giving him mouth to mouth in front of the camera. Her breasts
swayed lower with each exhalation into the man. “Oh, look…look at those
tits…” she moaned as her right hand reached lower and caressed her pussy.
The man on the screen began to cough and then he sat up and started kissing the
woman. She kissed back as the show went to commercial.
“What is this show! I’ve never seen it before,” she said not noticing that
her hand continued its work. The announcer said, ‘Coming up next time on an all
new Boobwatch.’ The screen flashed several images, but the one that stuck with
Christine was the woman from tonight’s show in a revealing red minidress
leaning over to fix her stockings and letting her tits almost fall out of the top.
“Oh god… oh god…” she moaned as she came from the sight.
CHAPTER 4
DAY THREE: Friday
Beep…. Beep…Beep….
Christine rolled over in bed and saw the time. “Oh my God!!! I’m late!!” She
jumped out of bed and ran to get into her clothes. In her haste she didn’t
notice that she grabbed her most revealing skirt and blouse combination. The
black flowing skirt was at least an inch above the knee and her green blouse
had always opened at the top when she least expected it. As an afterthought, she
threw on a grey sportcoat as she went out the door. She ran down to her car
in mincing steps. “Damn these high heels!” she said. “Why did I grab the
3-inchers!” She minced into the parking lot and located her car.
Christine jumped into the car and drove off like a mad woman. As she raced
around one corner and the next she almost hit other drivers as she weaved in
and out of traffic. Without thinking she turned into a parking lot by the
hospital.
“What the hell am I doing here?” she said. ‘You have a doctor’s
appointment,’ her head replied. “Oh yeah, my doctor’s appointment. Nine AM with Dr.
Jameson.”
Now that she remembered why she was here she felt more relaxed and went into
the hospital.
“Good morning,” the receptionist said. “How can I help you?”
Christine’s eyes were instantly drawn to the woman’s breasts. ‘So nice and
firm…. I love how those fake tits ride high… She looks great in those D
cups…’ she thought as her pussy got damp. “Ummm, I have an appointment for
9:00…”
“Oh, okay. You’re Christine Amundsen? Very good. Just have a seat.”
Christine found a seat and started reading TIME magazine. But as she got deeper into
the article on the state of affairs with Russia she found herself fighting to
keep reading. It was just so boring. She looked around for a minute and found a
People magazine with an article on Brad Pitt. ‘He’s so sexy,’ she thought
and she loved every minute of it.
Moments later the receptionist said, “Christine, the doctor will see you
now.”
Christine stood up and entered his office. As soon as she walked through the
door she was greeted by before and after pictures of breast enlargement
surgeries. ‘Wait, what’s this?’ she thought. ‘Just keep your eyes on the
floor for now,’ her head answered. So, Christine looked at the floor and went to
meet the doctor.
Dr. Jameson looked up from his desk at the woman that had just walked in and
began his mental notes. ‘Age: 34, Ht: about 5’4″, Wt: 125, looks like a
34B,’ he thought. “Good Morning! Christine, isn’t it? Please have a seat.”
“Yes,” she replied as she sat in the indicated chair.
“So, why don’t you begin by telling me why you want this surgery.”
“Surgery?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Ahem, the breast enhancement?”
“What…?” she started to ask but then she heard… or felt a CLICK deep in
her mind. “Yes, the breast enhancement. Of course. I want to have larger
breasts! Mine simply won’t do. I’ve always felt inadequate and now that there are
surgical options… I’m very interested in using them,” she said
confidently.
“All right. Now, um, what is our target enhancement size?”
“I was thinking about 36 or 38 GG.” She thought, ‘Wait! Why did I just say
that?’ Her head answered, ‘Because they will make you look better and you
like big tits….’ ‘Oh yeah,’ she thought.
“That, um, large?”
“Yes, and it’s very important to me that I do this.”
“Well, Miss Amundsen, I don’t know. You work for M-COM computing, don’t you?
What will the other professionals in the office think?”
“I don’t care. It’s my body,” she said.
“True, true. But, the only women I’ve ever enhanced to that size were in a
more… shall we say… inappropriate business?”
“Why, doctor? Whatever do you mean?”
“They were in the sex industry in one capacity or another. But, you…
you’re obviously not going in that direction.”
“Please, Dr. Jameson, this is so important to me. If you won’t do this for
me, I’ll find another doctor who will.”
“No, no. I’ll perform the surgery. I just wanted to be confident that you
were sure. Now, I suppose you’ll want the saline implants?”
She was about to say ‘yes’ when something started answering for her again.
“No, I want the silicone implants.”
“But, saline is so much safer and looks more natural.”
“No! I want silicone! Are you going to do it or not!” she yelled as she
stood up.
“Relax, Miss Amundsen. We’ll do this however you want. I’ll schedule you for
next month to give you a chance to think about it.”
CLICK “No, I want this done today. Right now in fact.”
Dr. Jameson sighed, “All right. I’ll get us a surgical room.” He had never
met a patient that was more insistent than her. He ushered her into the hall and
passed her off to a nurse to prep her for the surgery.
As Christine followed the nurse she thought, ‘Oh my god! What did I just
do?’
Her head answered, ‘You’ve ensured that you’ll have the best tits in the
office.’ Christine almost came from the thought.
Later Friday Afternoon…
“Miss Amundsen? Miss Amundsen?” said the voice.
“Uhhh…. Huh?” she said. Her chest hurt and she felt incredibly sleepy.
“Miss Amundsen? It’s Dr. Jameson. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Good. The surgery went fine. I think that you’ll be very pleased with the
result.”
Christine opened her eyes and looked down at the source of her pain. She was
greeted with the sight of two heaping mounds of sheet that blocked the view
of her feet. She carefully lifted her hands and moved the sheet back to reveal
her now massive tits that had been filling it out. She moaned and slid her hands
over them.
“Careful. They’ll be sore for a while,” the doctor said.
She moaned as the feeling of her hands sent her pussy to soaking. She
carefully rubbed her nipples and felt a fire shooting from them deep into her.
Suddenly, she realized that the doctor was watching her and she said, “Oh… Like, so
sorry… uh, I was just testing them out.”
“Of course, well, you got the size that you were looking for. They are 36GG
with silicone implants. I am sorry to tell you that I tried as hard as I could to
keep a natural look, but with such a large increase on your small frame, the
look is…umm… obviously artificial. If you would like to consider taking
out a little of the silicone….” While the doctor was talking she started
cumming at the thought of her tits always sticking out to be looked at and fondled.
She kept her mouth shut so he wouldn’t know what had just happened, but by the
look in his eye she knew better.
He sighed, “Well… consider it in any case. Anyway, you’ll need to stay in
the hospital through the weekend so we can monitor you.”
She felt a rush of panic sweep through her. “No! I have to go back to work.
Oh my god! I’m going to miss the Friday board meeting!” She started to stand.
The doctor pushed her back into the bed and said, “No. I can’t let you do
that. You had major surgery and you need to stay here. Now then, we can get you a
phone so you can call work and tell them what is going on.”
As she lay back down she realized just how tired she was and said, “Okay.
You’re the doc. Thanks for the phone.” She dialed John’s line directly as the
doctor left the room.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hi John. I’m sorry about not calling in this morning.”
“That’s okay, Christine. Kathy told me about your appointment.”
For some reason, the fact that John knew why she was here made her get horny
again. “Oh, okay. Well, it looks like I’m going to miss the meeting, because
I have to stay here through the weekend.”
“That’s not a problem. I’ll transfer you to the board room and you can give
your report on speakerphone.”
“Thank you, John! I’m so happy that you’re not mad.”
“Of course not. How could I be mad at my favorite personnel manager.”
Christine felt her pussy clench at the compliment. “Okay, I’m transferring you now.”
She heard the line click. ‘That reminds me of something,’ she thought. ‘Oh
well.’
John picked up the line again. “Still there, Miss Amundsen?”
“Yes, Mr. Mason.”
“Go ahead, we’re all present.”
“Very well,” she paused and then began from memory. “The state of the
company is strong. We have increased profits over last year by 40% and our stock is,
like, high. Umm, we have improved customer relations by a, uh, big amount…. And,
uh…”
“Is everything all right, Miss Amundsen?” John asked.
“Yes, sir. I just can’t seem to recall the figures.”
“That’s okay. Why don’t you tell the board how you personally are trying to
improve personnel morale.”
‘But how am I doing that?’ she thought. ‘By keeping everyone happy,’ her
head replied. “Of course, I am improving morale by keeping all of the employees
happy.”
“Yes… But how, specifically?” John led.
“Ummm… By… By…” she hesitated.
“Come on, Christine. What have you done? Or haven’t you been doing
anything?” he laughed.
She felt sheer terror go through her at the mere thought of John thinking
she hadn’t been doing her job. CLICK “I’ve enlarged my tits by at least 70%
which should, like, help me keep everyone happy.”
“Excellent, Christine. And how do they look and feel?”
“They are large, round, and firm and they make me very hot.”
“Good!”
‘Oh my god,’ she thought. ‘What the hell am I saying?’ “I like to touch them
constantly. I can’t wait to show them off on Monday.”
“Very good, Christine. That is all. I’ll have Barry come over with a laptop
so you can keep working over the weekend.”
“Ohh, thank you John!” she moaned. She loved the thought of being able to
keep working.
“Goodbye, Christine,” John said as he hung up and looked around his empty
office. “This is going perfectly.” He punched the intercom. “Barry, could
you get up here. We need to go over the special project.” John couldn’t wait to
make his next move. He and Barry discussed it at length before they agreed to
send Barry over to the hospital that evening.
Barry looked into the room and said, “Christine? Is that you?”
She looked up from the bed and said, “Oh, Barry. Thanks for bringing the
laptop over.”
He walked over and sat on the bed holding the bag in his hand. “No problem.
It has all of the files from your office computer on it. You won’t have to
worry about losing any work time over the weekend.” Christine breathed a sigh of
relief at that causing her breasts to gently fall. Barry looked at them and
couldn’t believe how well the program was working. He thought, ‘This is much
faster than I thought…. I wonder….’ He looked at her face again and
said, “Christine, are you all right? You look a little flushed.”
‘Oh, god, he caught me!’ she thought. The look that Barry had given her tits
had caused her pussy to instantly moisten. “Um, I’m fine… It’s just a little
hot in here that’s all.”
“Good…. I’m glad you’re okay,” he replied. ‘Do I dare?’ he thought.
‘Nothing to lose.’ “Um, Christine?”
“Yes, Barry?”
“Bimbo mode…”
“What….” she said as her eyes closed and then reopened a second later.
“Chrissi has been, like, waiting for you. Chrissi wants you…”
“It worked! And she even created a persona for herself! Chrissi, what are
you?”
“Chrissi is a slut. Chrissi is a bimbo. Chrissi needs to make people happy.
Chrissi wants to fuck boys. Chrissi loves cocks. Please let Chrissi fuck
you…”
Chrissi said.
“Not enough time for that… but you can suck my cock.”
“Yippee!” Chrissi screamed then she sat up in bed and pressed her tits into
Barry’s lap as she fumbled for his hardening cock. “Chrissi can’t wait to
suck you… Chrissi loves it soo much…” she moaned. She pulled Barry’s cock out
of his pants and leaned her tits into him. Then she lowered her head to it and
pulled it into her mouth in one slurp. He gasped at the pleasure as she
worked him up and down.
‘I can’t believe that this is the Bitch sucking me off!’ he thought. But,
soon all thought was eradicated as the pleasure became too intense and he came
into her mouth. She moaned as it hit the back of her throat and swallowed it all
down as fast as she could. “Thank you, Master,” Chrissi said as she sat back in
bed.
He looked at her tits and even though he had created the program he still
couldn’t believe it. “Well, Chrissi… you can cum now.” She moaned and
moaned in ecstasy as the orgasms ripped through her over and over.
“Chrissi thanks Master, Chrissi thanks Master, Chrissi…” she sighed.
Barry zipped his pants back up and made her lay back down in bed and covered
her new tits. He surreptitiously rubbed her tits as he did so and she moaned
quietly again. “Chrissi listen closely. I will see you again very soon. Normal
mode.”
She blinked hard and heard/felt that weird CLICK again. “Barry? Was there
something else you wanted? I thought you said something just then…”
“Me? No… just dropping off the laptop. Let me set it up.” He set the
laptop on the table over the bed and turned it on. The screensaver started up
immediately and he watched her eyes quickly drawn to the center of the spiral. “Go ahead
and do your work. I’m headed home…”
“Yes… work…” she moaned as the spiral carried her in. She didn’t even
hear him whisper, “John won’t mind” as he left. The light from the screen
reflected off of her face and she felt good and calm again.

CHAPTER 5
DAY FOUR: Saturday
Christine awoke and thought she heard someone whispering to her. But, when her
eyes opened the voice was gone and no one was in the room. She looked at the
laptop and noticed that it was still on. “Oh, good…. Now I can work first
thing in the morning.” Her eyes were instantly carried to the center of the
spiral and they remained planted there for the next four hours.
“Miss Amundsen?” the nurse asked.
“Yes?” she blinked as she looked up at the nurse’s breasts. They were easily D
cups and filled her vision while the nurse stood at her bedside. Christine felt
the now familiar wetness build up in her pussy as she watched them shift in the
nurse’s uniform.
“It’s lunchtime. The doctor wants you to eat well.”
“Okay. Hey? What’s your name?”
“Jennifer… here you go,” she said as she moved the laptop to one side and
placed the tray on the table.
As Jennifer turned to go, Christine said, “Will I see you later?”
“Yup! I’m your night nurse tonight… I’m double shifting.” For some reason that
really got Christine’s juices flowing and she watched the nurse’s ass sway as
she left the room.
A short while later, while Christine was eating Dr. Jameson entered. “How’s my
favorite patient?”
“Good. My boobs are sore, tho’.”
“That’s to be expected. Let’s have a look at you.” As he walked over Christine’s
eyes focused in on the crotch of his pants and fixated on it. He lifted her
carefully and massaged her breasts to see how the implants were sitting.
Christine got wet again and let out a little moan. “Did that hurt?” he asked.
“No, sorry.” As he stepped back, she looked at his crotch again and thought, ‘I
wonder if he has a nice big cock. Why did I just think that?’ Her head answered,
‘Because it makes you happy.’ And as she thought about it, it really did. “How
am I, like, doing doctor?”
“Just fine! I’ll see you tomorrow. If there is any emergency, just notify the
staff.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” As he left, she looked back at the screen of her laptop
and completely forgot about the rest of her lunch. The rest of the day passed
with her gazing longingly into the spiral and ignoring anyone else who came into
the room. The most anyone could get from her was, “Can’t talk, working.”
She noticed someone lean in front of the screen and thought with a frown,
‘That’s not right. I’m supposed to watch the screen.’ She saw breasts fill her
vision. They were large and beautiful, spilling through the slight gap in the
top. Christine felt her arm move as she reached up with one hand to fondle one
of them. She heard a gasp.
“Miss Amundsen, what are you doing!”
She shook her head and looked up to see Nurse Jennifer standing over her. Those
beautiful tits were encased in the white uniform and she had her arms crossed
over them. “I was just moving my arm,” Christine responded.
“What are you working on? It just looks like a spiral to me.”
“It’s very important,” Christine said.
Jennifer leaned over to look at the screen and felt her eyes pulled into the
spiral. “It’s almost hypnotic the way it spins like that.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked.
“Yes, it is,” Jennifer responded. And she sank down to sit on the bed next to
Christine and they watched the spiral go round and round together through the
rest of the night.
CHAPTER 6
DAY FIVE: Sunday
“Nurse! Nurse!” the voice from the hall, yelled.
Jennifer tore her eyes from the screen and looked at the doorway. “Huh?” She
glanced at the sleeping Christine and thought, ‘Man, those implants look good on
her.’ Then, she got up and stumbled to the hall. An elderly woman was walking
down the hallway in a johnny and pulling her IV bag behind her. “What is it Mrs.
Smith?”
“It’s time for my meds!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Oh my god, it’s 6 AM! I’ll get them for you right away.” The
elderly woman walked back to her room as Jennifer ran to the desk shaking her
head. ‘Wow, I must have fallen asleep in there…’ she thought. A voice in her
head replied, ‘No you didn’t, you just stayed with Christine for a while.’ As
she reached down into the medicine cabinet she saw her right breast fall out of
the uniform. “What did I do with my bra?” ‘It doesn’t matter,’ the voice
answered. “Oh, well. It’s more comfortable without it.” She grabbed the medicine
tray and filled it with the meds for everyone in the post-op unit. As she
continued her shift, she kept shaking her head trying to get the fuzziness out
of it.
Christine yawned and sat up in bed. “Oh, goodie! My computer is still on!” she
said. “What did I just say? Goodie?” She couldn’t remember using that word since
she was a teenager. Her head said, ‘It doesn’t matter. You need to get back to
work.’ “I should get back to work,” she said as she looked at the spiral and
fell deep into it once again.
“Miss Amundsen? It’s time for your painkillers,” Jennifer said as she entered
the room a half an hour later. She looked her patient over and couldn’t help but
stare blatantly at the way Christine’s tits pressed against the sheet. The large
orbs were easily visible from behind the laptop and seemed to rest against the
table. When Christine didn’t look up, Jennifer said, “Uh, Christine?” As she
walked around the bed she saw the spiral again and instantly felt her gaze
pulled into it. “Maybe…. Maybe… I should, like, sit with you awhile….” She
sat on the bed and stared at the screen for the rest of the morning.
Barry walked down the corridor thinking, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have initiated the
Bimbo Mode, John might get upset. I hope she hasn’t noticed the training.’ He
stormed into the room saying, “Hi Christine! How are you…”
He stopped in mid-sentence and realized that someone was watching the screen
with Christine! ‘Oh my god!’ “Umm, hi, Christine? And nurse… um I didn’t get
your name.”
Jennifer looked up to see a man in blue jeans and a brown leather jacket looking
at her. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen! Her gaze trailed down
his chest to the bulge at his crotch and as it lingered there she felt herself
grow wet. “I’m Jennifer Crowley, like, who are you,” she said as she giggled.
‘Oh, boy… she’s been affected… What the hell am I going to do now?’ He
thought about it for a minute as Jennifer stared at him vacantly. Christine
continued to look deeply into the screen, because he hadn’t snapped her out of
it yet. “Jennifer?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
“Step over here for a second.”
“Okay!” She said as she jumped off the bed and stood with him in the corner of
the room.
“Jennifer, do you have a computer?”
Christine stared into the spiral and ignored the conversation going on in the
corner of the room. She listened intently to the voice that was developing in
her head. It said, ‘Chrissi is a slut. Chrissi loves to suck cock, Chrissi loves
to fuck boys, Chrissi is a slut.’ While she listened to the voice occasionally a
little bit of another conversation was leaking in… “Take this CD… install…
watch… listen… learn to be….” She ignored it as best she could and
eventually it ended and the two people left the room leaving her alone with her
bright spiral and soothing words.
After a short while, Dr. Jameson came into the room and saw Christine feeling
herself up under the sheet as she stared into the screen of her computer. He
stood there for a moment stunned while she rolled her enlarged tits around with
both hands. She seemed to be lost in the moment, but he couldn’t take his eyes
away. Finally, he said, “Ahem, Miss Amundsen?” She didn’t respond, but continued
to stare blankly into the screen. “Christine?” At the sound of her name her head
turned and her eyes locked onto him. Well, a little below his belt actually.
She kept rubbing her tits and said, “Yes, Doctor?”
“Uhh, you’ll be able to go home anytime you want now. We’re ready to release
you.”
“But, Doctor… my nipples are, like, still so sore… isn’t there anything you
can, um, do?” she said innocently.
He walked over to the bed and her eyes tracked his crotch the whole way. “Here,
move your hands so I can take a look at you.” She obediently dropped her hands
to the bed and he began palpating her breasts to find the position of the
implants. He said, “No, the implants are still sitting normally. You shouldn’t
feel any pain within a day.”
She said, “Ohhh, thank you….” Christine slowly trailed her hand up his leg and
whispered, “But, ummm, I don’t know how I can ever, like, thank you for these
great titties….”
He mumbled, “That’s okay… It’s my job….”
Her hand had reached his cock and started stroking it through his pants. “Like,
doctor? Is there, like, anything I can do for you? I mean it, anything…” she
giggled.
“Um… um…” was all that he could get out before she unzipped his pants and
was pulling his now rigid cock out of them. She rolled over in the bed and
started sucking on it. “Uhh… oh, that’s good… but, but….” He looked down
at Christine’s mouth wrapped around his dick and her 36 GG tits pressing into
his thighs and thought he was in heaven.
“Mut, mwhat?” she said around his cock.
The extra vibrations started sending him over the edge. But, she stopped and
raised herself up on the bed. She placed his cock in between her tits and
started rubbing them up and down. Every time the tip peeked through her titflesh
she licked it. She looked him right in the eye and said, “Am I making you
happy?”
“Oh, yess…” he moaned.
“Yippee!” she yelled and she went to work even harder than before. Now as his
cock squeezed through she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. She
moaned as a voice in her head started repeating, ‘Chrissi loves her huge tits,
Chrissi loves to suck cock, Chrissi loves being a slut, Chrissi loves to make
boys happy, Chrissi is a good slut, Chrissi good slut, Chrissi good slut….”
The doctor moaned at the new sensation as he stared down at this beautiful woman
sucking him off. “Christine… uh,… why… why… are you… uh… doing
this….?”
She mumbled around his cock as it went in and out, “Because… Mrishi bood
mlutt… Make doctor cum… Mrishi bood mlutt…”
With one long gasp he came all over her tits and face. “Uhhhhhh!” As it splashed
onto her, Chrissi came harder than she ever had before. He held his position for
a moment and then watched in fascination as Christine lapped up all of the cum
covering her tits and cleaned it off of his cock. She then wiped her face with
her hand and licked that clean too.
“Chrissi is a clean slut. Chrissi loves cum…” she smiled and locked eyes with
him again.
The doctor suddenly realized that he had just tit-fucked a patient in the
hospital and quickly put his clothes back on. “What did you say?” he asked when
he looked back up.
CLICK “Oh, I just said thanks for letting me go,” Christine answered.
“Huh? Oh, you’re welcome. And thank you,” he panted.
“For what?” she asked innocently.
“For being, um, suck… I mean, such a good patient,” with that he left the room
knowing he would have plenty to dream about for the rest of the month. As he
walked out he murmured, “The guys are never gonna believe this…”
As he left Christine felt an odd sense of loss and watched him go. ‘I bet he has
a nice cock,’ she thought. ‘Why did I think that? I know! Because I love cock!’
She smiled and got out of bed to put on her clothes. First, she tried on the
blouse, but obviously that wouldn’t fit over her new tits. So, she just put on
the grey sportcoat and squeezed her breasts into it. They spilled out over the
top and would bounce when she walked, but she loved how her tits looked in it.
Then she pulled on the miniskirt and looked at her pantyhose… ‘Nope, boys
don’t like pantyhose, they get in the way. I should buy stockings!’ She smiled
at the thought. Then she put on her three inch black heels and thought, ‘These
are much too short. I should go shopping!’ Christine picked up the laptop and
walked out of the room with a new sway in her step. Each time her hips shifted
to the left her 36GG tits swayed to the right brushing her nipples against the
fabric and eliciting a little gasp as she moved. The constant movement felt so
good that she could feel herself get wet as she walked to the car.
CHAPTER 7
DAY SIX: Monday
Ralph Smith had gotten into work early that morning. He did that sometimes so he
could settle in with his coffee and watch the Today Show. It was about 7 AM when
he heard someone key the front door open in a hurry. He looked up to see a blond
woman in a dark knee-length fur coat frantically trying to open the door. He
went around his desk quickly and jerked it open for her.
“Thank you so much,” she said.
He looked at her closely as she walked in. The coat swung open as she came
through the door and he could see she was wearing some kind of yellow spandex
minidress that allowed her breasts to easily spill over the top. She teetered
past him on four-inch yellow spike heels and went to the front desk. “Um, what
seems to be the problem, Miss?”
“I’m late for work…. Don’t you see that it’s already 7 AM?”
“I don’t think that you work here, miss.”
“Ralph! It’s me, Christine!”
He looked at her in shock. “Miss Amundsen? I’m so sorry!” He looked at her more
closely now and he could see her face under the makeup and long blond whore’s
hair. “Did you get a makeover or something?”
She said, “I guess you could call it that.” She flung back the coat to reveal
the yellow spandex minidress in its full glory. But, what really caught his eye
was the way her 36 GG tits stuck out over the top. As he trailed his eye over
them he saw her nipples harden almost as if just having him look at her turned
her on. He stammered and started to look at his feet. “It’s okay, Ralph… My
body is meant to be looked at. Does it make you happy?” All he could do was nod.
Christine felt a surge of pleasure course through her veins and setting her
pussy on fire. “That’s my job here. To keep the staff happy.” She pressed her
tits against him and felt his cock against her thigh. (Chrissi loves cock) She
moaned at the feeling. Then, she shook her head and moved away. “Well, um, like,
I have to get to work. But, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she walked into
the elevator leaving him stunned in silence.
Once the doors closed she sighed. “That was great. Maybe tomorrow I’ll…” she
trailed off. “What was I going to say?” She thought about it for a moment. “Oh
well, it must not have been, like, very important.” Christine looked at her
reflection in the elevator doors and thought, ‘Goddamn, I’m hot! I wish someone
else in the office had tits like these so I could look at them all day.’ She
brushed her hand against her nipples and loved how sensitive they had become
since the surgery. She could cum just by watching herself play with her nipples.
Her breathing became more and more rapid as she vacuously stared at her own
tits. She began digging her fingers into them to feel the implants underneath.
She moaned, because they made her tits feel so fake. Suddenly she thought,
‘Chrissi is a good slut.’ She moaned even louder and came hard. The force of it
left her sighing for breath. As the doors opened she giggled, “I am such a
slut.” All Ralph could do was stare at the video monitor in disbelief.
Christine swayed down the hallway on her high heels. Then she remembered that
she was late and ran the rest of the way taking mincing steps. Her tits bounced
up and down with each step. It kind of hurt, but it kind of felt good too. She
sat behind her desk and switched the computer on. She thought, ‘Don’t I have
something to do for the Fri. meeting?’ Her brow furrowed for a moment, but as
soon as the pretty spiral came up all thoughts fled from her and she stared
vapidly at the screen.
“Good morning, Miss Amundsen…” came the voice from the doorway. With an effort
she tore her gaze from the screen and saw Barry walking into the office. “I just
need to install some software that I forgot to put on yesterday.” As he looked
at her he couldn’t believe how quickly the laptop’s programs had done their
work. ‘Look at what she’s wearing!’ he thought. In combination with the program
he was about to install her “project” would easily be finished by the end of the
week.
“Oh, okay, Barry.” She pushed back from the desk and rose. She made like she was
just smoothing the dress out, but really she wanted to feel her hands run down
her legs. She stood next to the desk and started getting uncomfortable as she
watched him sit down and the bulge in his pants got larger. She said, “Um,
Barry? Is there, like, anything I can do for you?”
“Not right now. Why don’t you go see if Kathy has any appointments for you
today? She didn’t even know that you were here.” Christine nodded and swayed out
of the room. Barry thought, ‘In a couple of days she won’t be asking… she’ll
jump on anything that moves. It’s amazing… a week ago she would have screamed
at me about telling her what to do.’ He shook his head and continued installing
the next phase of the program.
“Hi Kathy!” Christine said.
“Miss Amundsen! Your surgery went well, I guess.” She looked at the dress that
the Bitch was wearing and couldn’t believe it. She could never get away with
something like that… as much as she might want to.
Christine looked down at her barely contained cleavage and said, “Yeah! It was
so cool. You should really think about it. I mean, C’s are nice and all, but
these are better!” Christine started getting wet at the thought of Kathy having
tits like hers. Now she was staring at Kathy’s tits fully covered by the
conservative grey blouse she was wearing.
“Well, I’ll have to think about it Miss Amundsen.”
“Oh, Kathy. Stop being, like, so formal… Call me (Chrissi) Christine.”
Kathy was completely taken aback by these sudden changes in her boss and
couldn’t wait to talk to the other secretaries. “Okay, Christine,” she giggled.
Christine giggled as well and said, “Oh, right. Like, are there any, um… you
know… meeting-like things today?”
“Appointments?”
“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “Why didn’t I know that?” she mumbled to herself.
“Well, you have a pretty light day. Barry’s doing your upgrade right now… and
then Mr. Mason wanted to see you before lunch. Oh, and some guy called and left
a message on your voice mail.”
“Thanks, Kathy. I should, like, try to get you a raise, or something.”
“Thanks Christine!” Kathy watched her go back into her office and sat there
stunned realizing that the Bitch had just offered her more money.
Barry was just finishing up as Christine walked in. He hit execute and watched
the spiral fill the screen again. “All done, Barry?” she asked as he stood.
“Yup. I have to run, but I’ll see you soon.”
For a moment that struck her as important… like she was supposed to remember
something, but then the feeling was gone. “What did you do?”
“I installed a program I’ve been working on that should make your computer run
faster. Let me know if the programs you run don’t seem to be working fast
enough.”
“Okay… thank you so much Barry. I don’t know what I would be… er, I mean,
like, do without you.”
He almost started laughing and then caught himself and said, “Your welcome. I’ll
see you later.” He walked out of the room disappointed that there wasn’t time
for another mode switch… ‘There will be time for that later,’ he thought.
Christine sat in front of the screen and was instantly delighted with how fast
the spiral spun now. It seemed to draw her in faster than ever before and she
needed to pay more attention to it in order to do her work correctly. Christine
sat with rapt attention as she casually stroked her nipples and watched the
spiral go round and round.
“Miss Am… I mean, Christine?” Kathy asked as she poked her head in.
She pulled away even slower than before. “Yes, Kathy?”
“I’m going to lunch. Don’t forget your appointment with Mr. Mason.”
“Oh shit!” she rose quickly and ran to the door. Her breasts bounced all the way
and Kathy couldn’t help but giggle. When she got to the door, she shoved Kathy
out of the way and ran through the office to Mr. Mason’s room. All of the men
and women in the office looked up at she ran by their cubicles. The men in
excitement and the women in shock… well, most of the women in shock. Kathy had
started getting the word around as soon as Christine had gone back into her
office.
Murmurs followed Christine’s heels as she ran. “It’s true… look at those
tits… I can’t believe… I wish I could….” All of the attention directed at
her tits caused Christine to start getting wet. She ran even faster in her
little steps, which caused her tits to bounce even more. Finally, she reached
Mr. Mason’s office.
As she looked at his secretary, she couldn’t help but notice how nice her tits
looked in that low cut black Lycra top. She stared at them for a moment and then
shook her head remembering why she was here. Christine was breathing so heavily
that her breasts heaved in and out of her dress. “Mr. Mason’s expecting me…”
she panted. As she said that, Barry walked by on his way out with a pause to
glance at her cleavage. She didn’t even notice that he was there.
“Yes, of course,” said the secretary and sent her in.
Christine entered his office still panting and out of breath. She said, “John,
you wanted… hah… to talk to… hah… me?”
“Christine, thank you for coming in.” He looked at her up and down and smirked
at her. She felt her pulse quicken and her stomach flutter as his gaze rested on
her tits. He continued, “So, Barry tells me that you’re doing very well after
the surgery.”
“Yes, John… I don’t have, like, any pain or anything!” she giggled.
“That’s good! Why don’t you sit down.” He motioned to the chair as he sat behind
his desk. When she sat she subconsciously bent over to give him a look at her
cleavage. He smiled and thought, ‘It’s working just like he said!’ “Now then,
Christine… How are the staff taking this change in appearance?”
CLICK “Sir, they seem to be taking things just fine. In fact, many of the, um,
boys in the office were drooling while I was running to get here.”
“That must have been a sight. Well, Christine, why don’t you show me?”
For a brief moment she hesitated and then she stood and jogged from one end of
the office to the other. Her 36GG breasts jiggled and bounced in the spandex as
she ran. John had to restrain himself from laughing. But, the look was turning
him on too. After a while he became aware that she wasn’t going to stop so he
said, “That’s fine, Christine. Thanks.”
She stopped and sat back down. “Thank you, sir.” ‘What the hell just happened?’
she thought.
John said, “Well, Chrissi, that will be all for now.” ‘Oh shit!’ he thought. ‘I
am such an idiot! I might have ruined everything!’
She looked at him quizzically for a moment and then said, “What did you say….”
“I said that we’re through here! Now get out so I can get back to work!” he
yelled.
“I’m sorry, John…. I’m sorry…” she rose quickly and almost ran out of the
room. He watched her ass with interest as she fled and he sighed with relief.
Once she was out of his office she swayed casually back to hers. On the way she
mumbled, “It was almost as if he called me (Chrissi) something else. I’m so
confused.” She made her way to her desk and sat down losing herself in the
spiral in seconds.
Kathy poked her head in the office and said, “Miss… um Christine? I’m leaving
for the day.”
Christine shook her head and looked up realizing that the sun had set without
her even noticing. She said, “Okay, thanks Kathy. I should go too.” She stood
and grabbed her fur coat. As they rode down the elevator together she couldn’t
stop staring at Kathy’s tits. “They’re a little on the small side, but that’s
okay,” she murmured.
“Did you say something?” Kathy asked.
“Nope! Just thinking out loud.” By the time Christine got to her car she was
thinking, ‘You know, I should really get to know Kathy better.’ She drove home
in silence feeling her brain mull over the incidents of the day.
CLICK
When she got home she ran to her bedroom and knelt in front of her full-length
mirror. She ran one hand up over her stocking-encased legs to her hip and then
over the spandex’s smoothness to the large orbs of her tits. She slowly lifted
the straps off of her shoulders and let her breasts hang free delighting in
their weight. She wriggled out of the dress and stood looking at the way the
stocking tops framed her pussy in its own little square. She lightly caressed
the lacey panties that covered her and felt a thrill go up her spine. Slowly the
panties came down over the stockings and off of her feet.
Then she knelt with her knees wide and moved one hand over her tits while the
other played at her pussylips. She rolled one nipple between her fingers and
felt herself instantly get wet at the sight. Staring vacantly into the mirror
she opened her mouth into a perfect O and imagined what it would be like to have
a cock there again. Slowly she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth
enjoying the sensation. Both hands moved up seemingly of their own accord and
lifted her breasts. “So fake,” she whispered. “So large. Chrissi is so fucking
hot.”
The thoughts careening through her head caused her pussy to start dripping
again. She lifted her tits as though presenting them to the mirror and opened
her mouth. Through half-lidded eyelids she watched her tits jiggle as she began
dipping one finger inside of her. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was
down there and she almost came from the slightest touch. When her finger reached
her clit she did come. “Ahhhh!” she moaned. She kept working her finger in a
circle and caused the orgasm to continue. She looked vapidly at her tits and the
one hand that was twisting her nipple. She came again and again throughout the
night and right before she fell asleep with her hands still at work she thought,
‘John.’
CHAPTER 8
DAY SEVEN: Tuesday
Christine awoke on the floor of her bedroom covered in sticky sweat and her own
juices. Her heels and stockings were still on from the day before and her hair
was a matted mess atop her head. “Oh my god!” she yelled as she rose. She looked
at the clock and saw that it was already 8 AM and ran to her shower. She moved
as fast as she could but it was still 8:30 by the time she had finished her hair
and nails, thrown on a black bra, white see-through blouse, black leather
miniskirt and new black stiletto heels. She ran out the door and down to her car
throwing on the fur coat as she went.
She tore into the parking lot and saw that it was almost filled. She raced
around and finally found a spot a good distance from the building. She ran
through the lot ignoring the wolf whistles and catcalls of other motorists as
they passed her. She ran into the building in a panic and shouted, “Hi Ralph!”
on her way into the elevator.
Christine ran out of the elevator and to her office arriving at 8:45, shortly
before Kathy was due to arrive. She slumped down into her chair and stared
blankly into the screen. She was suddenly happy. She knew this was her place and
had been frightened because she hadn’t arrived on time, but now the spiral had
made it all right.
Kathy looked in on her boss and couldn’t believe what she was wearing today.
“Morning Christine.”
Christine looked up from her stupor and said, “Oh, hi, Kathy. What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just letting you know that I’m here.”
“Thanks, Kathy. Let me know if John wants to schedule another meeting.” When she
said his name a jolt went through her.
Kathy said, “Sure thing, boss.” And she walked out leaving Christine to the glow
of the computer screen.
Christine watched the spiral spin round and round for the rest of the morning
and most of the afternoon. Barry came in and locked the door behind him. He had
told Kathy that he needed to be with Christine and undisturbed for a while. He
walked over to her quietly and whispered in her ear, “Bimbo Mode.”
CLICK She looked up from the screen and saw Barry standing there expectantly.
“Like, hi Barry,” she giggled.
He said, “Hi Chrissi. How are you doing?”
“Well, like, um, this Christine chick, um she keeps getting in Chrissi’s way.
Like, Chrissi keeps trying to, ya’ know, score, but she keeps showing up.”
“That’s okay Chrissi. In another few days she’ll be gone and you won’t have to
worry about a thing.”
“Thank you, Barry! You make Chrissi so happy. Is there anything Chrissi can do
to make you happy?” She playfully lifted her tits for him and opened her mouth.
He said, “You know what to do, slut.” When he finished the sentence she moaned
and opened his fly. Carefully she pulled out his cock and wrapped her tongue
around it. Quickly she started pistoning her head up and down as he grabbed her
hair and forced her mouth onto him. He moaned in ecstasy and continued pumping.
She took one hand and grabbed at her tits while she used the other to trail her
fingernails over his balls. He came hard and pumped his hot semen down her
throat. A little of it spilled over her lips as he pulled away and she smiled
vacantly while cleaning them with her tongue.
“Master, can Chrissi come? Please let Chrissi come for you…. Please…” she
moaned wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Come now.” With those simple two words she felt fireworks exploding in her
pussy and setting her entire body on fire. The force of it knocked her to the
floor and she lay there panting as he stood to go. When he reached the door he
said, “Normal Mode.” And he let it shut behind him.
Christine awoke panting for breath and covered in sweat on the floor of her
office. “I must have fallen asleep. What a great dream!” She sat back up in her
chair and looked deep into the spiral once more.
A long while later Kathy looked in and said, “I going home, Christine. Are you
sure I can’t do anything for you?” The Bitch hadn’t asked for any typing to be
done for almost a week and that was very unlike her.
“Huh? Oh, no Kathy. I’ve, like, been so busy on Mr. Mason’s special project that
I haven’t had time for my normal work.” She stood and followed Kathy to the
elevator. Again on the way down she gazed at Kathy’s breasts and stood closer to
her. She caught the whiff of her perfume and it smelled like the breath of
angels. They said their good-byes and Christine went to her car.
CLICK
Chrissi walked into her house and began rummaging through the closet for
something to wear. “These are, like, all old woman’s clothes! Chrissi can’t wear
these!” Then in the back she found a dress that she had missed on her first time
through. She lifted it up and thought it would look great on her.
A short while later, she examined herself in the mirror. On her feet the
four-inch high pink platform heels were offset by white bobby socks. Her bare
legs looked long up to the swell of her ass covered by a flowy pink skirt that
was just barely long enough. If it flipped up it would reveal the pink thong
bikini she wore over her newly shaved pussy. Her 36 GG tits pressed out against
the flimsy pink fabric of her dress and looked as if they threatened to fall out
of their own accord. She snapped the gum in her mouth as she looked at her long
blond hair pulled into two ponytails with pink scrunchies holding them out to
either side of her head. She tossed them with a giggle and said, “The boys are
gonna totally love Chrissi!”
She flounced down the stairs and to her car not really sure of where she was
going, but knowing that she wanted to get there soon. As she drove out of the
city she passed a bar with several motorcycles parked out front. She wheeled the
car around and pulled into the parking lot to a jolting stop. She giggled as her
tits flopped around freely in her dress. “Oopsie!” she exclaimed and she got out
of the car grabbing her little pink purse. She swayed her hips to and fro and
sauntered into the bar.
The bar was loud and raucous as a heavy metal band calling themselves “The
Screaming Monks” tore up the stage. The bikers roared their approval and none of
them noticed that anyone had come in. The bartender looked her up and down and
shouted over the noise, “Hey kid! Get your ass over here!”
Her body thrilled that she had been commanded and she hastily ran to comply.
This of course set her fake tits to bouncing and the bartender got an eyeful on
her way over. He said, “You’re not old enough to be in here!”
She said, “Like, for sure! Shut up, old man! Chrissi’s, like, 18. Leave Chrissi
the fuck alone.”
“Eighteen! No fucking way. You’re 16 at the outside and I won’t have no cops
busting up my bar. Besides, you can’t be here at 18 either! Now get out!”
“Please, Mister,” she cooed. “Can’t Chrissi stay for, like, a little while?
Chrissi will be a good girl.” With that she pushed her finger into her mouth
suggestively and swayed her one foot on its toe.
He looked at her and said, “Well… I don’t know… The cops have been pretty
hard on bustin’ us for minors. Hey, you ain’t a cop are ya’?”
“No, sir! Chrissi is a, like, a totally good girl. Chrissi will… um… prove
it!” She walked behind the bar and rubbed her chest up against him. Then she ran
one hand up his leg to his cock and said, “Please Mister… Let Chrissi stay.”
“I don’t know…. Hey, how big are these tits anyway?”
“36GG, sir. They’re fake too!” she exclaimed happily.
“How did a girl your age afford implants?”
“Ummm, like…. Chrissi has got this totally nice uncle who got ’em for me. He
said that Chrissi’s titties were, like, much too small, so he got me these. Do
you like them?” she ground them into his chest again.
“Yeah, I can really feel the implants when you do that, tho’.” He heard her moan
when he said that and could have sworn that she had come.
Chrissi said, “Yes, sir. Chrissi’s uncle said Chrissi was, like, jailbait and
needed to look the part. Can, um, Chrissi please come in, sir?” She gave his
cock a squeeze and rubbed against him again.
“You… you sure you’re eighteen?”
“Yes sir!”
“Then you can stay for a little, uh, while, uh,” he said.
“Thank you, Sir!” She quickly opened his fly and finished jacking him off with
her hand. When he came she bent down and licked it all up. “Can Chrissi get a
beer, sir?”
“Yeah!” he exclaimed and grabbed one and opened it for her.
She sat up on the bar and took a long pull off of it. “Chrissi thanks you and,
like, hopes the boys will like her!” By now she had developed quite a crowd and
they cheered when she finished talking. The cheer brought the rest of the crowd
over to the bar to see what the excitement was about. As the rest of the crowd
came over she slammed the rest of the drink.
As she slammed it a guy in the crowd pushed another into her hand and she
slammed that too. After it was gone she sucked on the longneck bottle
seductively. As soon as that beer was gone another was pushed on her. It
continued on and on until…
One guy yelled, “Are those tits real?”
She looked back and yelled, “No! Chrissi loves her fake tits. Unkie John gave
’em to Chrissi! He said that Chrissi’s old tits were, like, too small and
Chrissi needed new ones.”
“Show us your tits!” another yelled.
“Fer sure!” she yelled as she stood up on the bar in her platforms. She lowered
the dress off her shoulders and bared herself to the waist. The crowd cheered
again. “Chrissi loves her tits,” she yelled as she pushed them together and
leaned forward for the crowd of bikers.
Another guy yelled, “Take it off! Take it off!” And before she could blink the
whole crowd was chanting for her to take it off. The rush of all those people
commanding her ran straight to her head and she couldn’t wait to comply. She
tore the dress in her haste and ripped off the thong. In an instant she stood
before them in only her pink platforms and the white bobby socks.
A guy climbed up on the stage to the roar of approval from the crowd and forced
her to her knees. “Now you’re gonna suck me off, slut.”
“Yes sir,” she smiled as she set her mouth to work. While she did so the
frenzied crowd grabbed at her tits ass and pussy and she felt like a thousand
hands were probing and pulling on her at once. She moaned and instantly sent him
over the edge. While she swallowed him she felt someone behind her roughly
forcing his way into her pussy. She gasped and backed into him to take it all
in. Now a new man was grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth onto his cock. He
started fucking her face and she moaned. Her body bucked as she was being fucked
from the front and behind. The man behind her shot his load and she felt it
sucked deep into her filling her up. Then, just as soon as he was done, another
cock ripped its way into her ass. It felt like fire as it opened her up, but
somehow it felt so good too.
When the man in her mouth came he said, “God, you’re such a slut.”
She came hard as he called her a slut and she replied, “Thank you, Sir.” Before
the cock was completely out of her mouth another cock had rushed in to fill it.
She felt an irresistible desire to suck his cum down and the cum of everyone
else in the bar. She desperately needed it and couldn’t stop herself. A tiny
part of her mind quailed at the urges, but could do nothing to stop Chrissi. She
couldn’t hear the betting in the crowd on how many men she could take, but if
she had it only would have pushed her harder.

CHAPTER 9
DAY EIGHT: Wednesday
Chrissi awoke in her own apartment staring at her laptop and the pretty spiral
spinning round and round. She looked at the clock and it said 8 AM. She crowed,
“Omigod? Like, I’m, like, totally late for work! I need to, like, hurry my ass
up!” As she rose a hundred bruises and sore muscles fired into life. For some
reason the cramps were mostly in her legs and back while the bruises were mostly
on her tits, but she didn’t have time to think about what that meant. She ran
into the shower on her tiptoes and washed herself quickly.
She jumped out of the shower and threw on clothes without thinking. In her haste
she grabbed a pair of brown and white saddle shoes with white bobbie socks. She
pulled on the plaid bouncy miniskirt over her white panties and tied off a white
blouse under her GG tits. Then she pulled her hair into the two blond ponytails
on either side of her head again and looked at herself in the mirror.
After a moment of gazing over her body, her eyes came to rest on her large tits.
As she looked her hands ran up her body to her growing nipples and pinched them
through the sheer white fabric. A thrill ran through her and she kept watching
as she stripped herself and leaned into the mirror. She looked at her breasts
and thought, ‘Hmm, my titties are nice and large. I’m so happy that I got such
big implants.’ At the thought of the word implants a little moan escaped her
lips and she rewarded herself with a nipple caress. Following the rush of
pleasure that that brought she stared even harder at her breasts. ‘My tits are
sooo perfect…. They’re round and firm and bounce when I walk,’ and she moaned
at the thought of her tits bouncing in time to her steps. Her thoughts continued
with, ‘Big tits are sooo sexy. All the boys like girls with big titties.’
Chrissi couldn’t help but start salivating at how hard the boys got when they
looked at her big tits. As she stared into the mirror she accidentally pressed
her tits into the glass and the chill caused her nipples to harden painfully.
She kept getting hotter and hotter looking at herself and said, “Like, my
titties, aren’t nearly big enough. They should be bigger to get more boys to
notice me. Maybe that nice, um, doctor-guy, could help with that.” The thought
made something click in her head and she knew that was exactly what she needed
to do. She got dressed quickly and ran out to her car for a mad dash to the
doctor’s office.
Dr. Jameson leaned back behind his desk looking over the next patient’s file. He
mumbled quietly to himself as he looked over the sheets. He couldn’t help but
wonder about why a woman wanted breasts so large, but it was the latest craze.
And it was certainly helping his business.
Just then, a young woman burst into his office yelling, “I have to, like, see
the doctor!” Her hair was pulled into two blond ponytails, her breasts were
barely contained by a tied off blouse, and a plaid miniskirt completed the
outfit. She leaned over his desk and shoved her GG breasts into his face
panting, “Doctor, you have to, like, help me!”
The doctor saw his frazzled secretary over her shoulder saying, “Doctor I
couldn’t stop her! She rushed past me!”
“That’s all right, that’s all right, Amy. Go on back to your desk and I’ll take
care of Ms….”
“Amundsen,” Chrissi answered as she smoothed out her blouse.
“Christine Amundsen? My, your look has changed in a week,” the doctor said as
his receptionist retreated.
“I prefer Chrissi, thank you.”
Dr. Jameson said, “All right. Chrissi, what can I do for you? Please have a
seat.”
She sat down and leaned forward emphasizing her GG implants. “Doctor, um, like,
I need to have bigger… um, bigger titties….”
“Bigger?”
“Uh huh!” she nodded happily. “Then, like, all the boys will want me! Pleeease!
Can I do anything to, like, convince you?” With that she seductively ran a
finger into and out of her mouth.
The doctor thought back to Sunday and said, “Yeah, ahem. I think we could work
out an arrangement. I should be able to just inject some more silicone.”
Chrissi clapped her hands together and jumped up and down. “Yay! The doctor-guy
is gonna make Chrissi’s tits bigger!” She ran around his desk and slid her body
down his. “Ohhh, I’m gonna make you sooo happy that you gave Chrissi bigger
titties.”
Dr. Jameson instantly became hard and Chrissi expertly ran her hand down to his
crotch to feel it grow. He said, “Ahem, uhh, I think that I can rearrange my
schedule. Just a minute.” He hesitantly called over the intercom for his
receptionist to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day and have the
nurses get the prep room ready.
Chrissi said, “Ohthankyouthankyouthankyou….” And she opened his fly one-handed
while lowering her mouth to his cock. Her breasts pressed against his thigh as
her head expertly bobbed up and down on his dick. He held on for as long as he
could, but the combination of Chrissi’s expert tongue on his shaft and long
fingernails on his balls caused him to cum quicker than he ever had. In the back
of his mind he noted that she had somehow vastly improved her technique in just
three days.
Chrissi lay back on the prep table and watched the funny needle pierce her
breast. It didn’t even hurt, because the doctor had given her the numby stuff
before. She felt an odd stretching as the doctor depressed the plunger and her
breasts filled out even further. As they swelled and swelled she moaned, “More!
More!” With each expanding depression she felt her pussy getting more and more
wet. She knew that those larger tits would be hers forever now.
Finally, the doctor said, “There you are, Chrissi. That is as large as I can
safely make your breasts for your slight frame. They should meet with your
approval.”
Chrissi looked down again and realized that when she breathed in, she couldn’t
se past her tits. “How big are they now?”
“You carry a pair of full MM’s now, Chrissi.”
As soon as he stopped talking Chrissi came in a violent orgasm and said,
“Please, fuck Chrissi now! Fuck Chrissi now!” She pulled him on top of her with
such vigor that he was stunned into submission. She scrambled at his crotch and
unzipped him. His flaccid cock soon rose to the occasion and she said, “Fuck
Chrissi with that big cock…. Please! Now!” She thrust her tongue down his
throat and pulled on his hardening dick. As soon as it was ready she positioned
it and he thrust into her. All thoughts of office propriety or the fact that
they could get caught fled from his head. All that he could think of was
Chrissi, her new tits, and a desperate need to fuck her.
He watched her tits bounce with each thrust and enjoyed his handiwork. While he
watched them bounce and sway he looked up to Chrissi’s face and saw that she was
watching them with rapt attention as well. That vapid look on her face sent him
right over the edge and he came into her for all he was worth. She moaned as an
orgasm hotter than the sun burst into her. They both were left panting at the
force of it and she giggled, “Thank you for the new titties, doctor.”

Chrissi sauntered into John’s office with a security guard on her arm. He said,
“Sir, this girl says that she’s your niece?”
John looked her up and down. Black six-inch heels with one-inch platform soles
highlighted her feet. He trailed up her long legs to the plaid miniskirt that
barely covered her ass. Then over the soft rounding of her stomach to the sheer
white blouse stretched and tied over her huge tits! Her long blond hair was
pulled out into two ponytails on each side of her head. She bubbled, “Hi, Unkie
John!” and she bounced over to him to give him a big hug. One tit pressed to
into his chest and the other pressed against his back as she wrapped herself
around his arm. “Unkie Johnny, thank you for my big titties,” she giggled as she
rubbed up and down his arm.
John said, “Thanks. I’ll take care of this.” The security guard just nodded and
backed out of the room chuckling. John wheeled on Christine and said, “My God,
Christine! What the hell happened to you!”
“Umm, Unkie John, Chrissi is, like, um…” she began looking at the floor.
“Spit it out!” John yelled.
“Chrissi is supposed to have big titties. Chrissi likes boys. Unkie John, don’t
you like Chrissi’s titties?” she asked hopefully.
John sighed, “Dammit, Christine. They weren’t supposed to be this big! Wait a
minute. How old do you think you are?”
“Chrissi is, like, 18!”
John sighed again and realized that something had gone drastically wrong with
Barry’s program. He pushed Christine away from him for a moment and she stood
there dejectedly. John dialed Barry directly and said, “Barry, we have a
problem.”
A few moments later Barry was in John’s office looking at the size of
Christine’s new tits and marveling at how easily his program had erased her
personality and installed this new one. Ignoring her he said, “John, she doesn’t
know who she is any longer. She can’t reconcile the programming and her former
life, so she created this new persona with you as her ‘uncle.'”
“Okay, but how do we reverse it?” John said staring at her. Ever since Barry had
entered Chrissi had been looking at the floor knowing that she wasn’t supposed
to talk until someone spoke to her. She felt horrible that she had done
something to upset her favorite uncle.
“I’m not sure that we can. I’ll go back to her office and work on the program
for the rest of the afternoon. We can input it into her laptop once I’m done and
command her to watch it all night. That should reverse most of the youth
programming and implant you as her Master, not her uncle. But, John, the program
went farther than I expected. I fear that her intelligence may be irrevocably
lost.”
John sighed again and realized that he had been doing that a lot since Chrissi
came in. “Okay, Barry. Do whatever you can. I’ll keep an eye on her while you
work. Thanks.”
“Sure thing, man. Sorry about how this turned out.”
“Don’t worry about it. She wasn’t going to keep much of her former personality
or intelligence anyway.” Both of them laughed as Barry left the office. Chrissi
knew that they had been talking about her, but she had been totally engrossed in
watching her tits rise and fall with her breathing. “Now, Chrissi, what are we
going to do with you?” John asked as she looked up hoping desperately for his
approval.
John pondered her for a moment and said, “Well, Chrissi, what do you want to do
with the rest of the afternoon?”
“Mmmm,” she said thinking for a moment while she ran her tongue over her lips.
“I want to, like, thank Unkie John for my big titties!” She pressed them
together with her arms and presented them to him for inspection.
“Uh, okay! Why don’t you show me what you’ve got,” John said with a smile.
“Yay!” Chrissi cheered as she undid the knot and her blouse slid from her
shoulders to release the MM cups from their restraint. She pressed her chest
against his and slid seductively up and down causing John to release an
inadvertent gasp. “Ooo, Unkie John likes them,” she moaned as she grabbed his
stiffening cock through his pants.
“Uh huh,” John whispered. John thought, ‘Dammit! She’s finally the slut I’ve
always wanted and now she thinks I’m her uncle!’
“Mmm, goodie,” Chrissi murmured as she slid down his body and undid his pants.
She pulled his hard cock out and set to licking it up and down slowly. “You
taste so good,” she whispered as she made momentary eye contact. John responded
with a loud moan. He thought, ‘She makes a hell of a slut, though.’ She wrapped
her lips around his cock and pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. When
John’s hands landed in her hair and pulled her head down further she responded
by moaning quietly.
John looked down at his former Vice President and couldn’t believe how this had
worked out. Her tits pressed against his legs and her mouth sucked him harder
than before. He moaned, “You make such a good fucking slut.” Chrissi let out a
wild moan and made eye contact with him again. That sent John right over the
edge and he released a torrent of cum into her mouth. Chrissi drank it down as
fast as she could as though it was the best thing she had ever tasted. In fact,
she thought that it was.
She leaned back onto her heels and looked up at him, “Like, thank you, Unkie
John! You’re, like, the best ever!” She went into a giggling fit that ended with
her staring at her breasts while they jiggled.
John loved watching her stare at her implants, but he knew that someone could
walk in at any time. “Um, Chrissi, put your blouse back on and sit over there. I
have to get back to work.”
“Yes, Unkie John,” she giggled and did as she was told.
John did get some work done for the rest of the afternoon, but not nearly as
much as usual. He couldn’t stop noticing that unless something held Chrissi’s
attention she would stare at her tits for hours on end. Finally at about five
o’clock Barry came back into the office.
“Hey, John,” Barry said with a glance at Chrissi’s tits on his way by.
“Chrissi, ignore us.” She quickly looked back down at her chest and was lost in
her tits again. John said, “So, what was the problem?”
“One of the submission codes had a flaw in it that the brain could interpret as
requiring youth. It’s complicated, but it should be solved now. I went to her
apartment and installed it into her laptop as well, so all we have to do is send
her home. She should be back to where you wanted her by tomorrow. Christine will
resurface, but she will be on the border between Christine and Chrissi.”
“Good,” John said. “I want to watch that bitch choose to become Chrissi forever.
I want her to know that in the end it was her choice.”
“I remember. So, by morning she will be Christine, but her intelligence will
remain where it is now. Send her home, John. I’ve done all that I can,” Barry
said.
“Chrissi?” She looked up. “Time to go home, honey. Get on your laptop as soon as
you get there, okay?”
“Okie, Unkie John!” she chirped as she bounced out of the office. Barry and John
shared a look as she left.

Chrissi threw herself down onto her bed and pulled the laptop up onto it in
front of her. She lifted the screen and turned it on. She nervously stuck a
finger in her mouth and pulled her gum out in a long string. Then she released
it and slurped it back in as she waited for the computer to boot. She snapped
her gum and ran her hands over the sides of her MM tits as they mashed into the
mattress. “Mmm, Unkie John is so good to me,” she moaned as her nipples hardened
at the thought of him.
“Like, finally,” she said as the computer screen came up. It immediately
switched to the screensaver that she had gotten accustomed to watching and her
eyes glazed over as they followed the spiral around the screen. Her hand slid
down over her belly to find her pussy under the skirt and she moaned as it found
her clit quickly. Soon all thought and sensation faded and there was only the
spiral… only the spiral…
CHAPTER 10
DAY NINE: Thursday
Christine woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She rolled out of bed and
almost stepped on her laptop. “Like, what is that, um, thingie, doing down
there?” she asked as she picked it up. She knew what it could do, but for some
reason the name was escaping her. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the
bathroom. On her way there she didn’t notice the plaid skirt and white blouse
that lay on the floor.
She felt that her hair was matted down, but pulled out into two ponytails. With
an effort she pulled the scrunchies out and got into the shower. As she washed
herself she thought, ‘I can’t wait to get to work and see John.’ Just the
thought of him was enough to get her pussy going. Suddenly, her mind flashed and
she saw herself kneeling naked in front of him, bowing her head as though
worshipping his cock. Just as suddenly the image vanished and she panted
breathlessly.
Getting out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror and leaned
forward to wipe the steam away. As she did so, the nipples on her MM cups
brushed the cold porcelain of the sink and hardened instantly. She gasped in
surprise and said, “Like, when did I get such totally awesome titties?” She
hefted them and looked at herself in the cleaned mirror. Pursing her lips she
thought, ‘John will, like, completely love me!’
Christine swayed out of the bathroom her hips making an interesting counterpoint
to the sway of her breasts. She was completely focused on John as she dressed
and didn’t even notice what she was putting on. When she was done, however, she
looked in the mirror again and was happy with what she saw. Six-inch black
platform heels improved the curve of her calf, up to the swell of her hips
barely contained by the black spandex minidress. The same minidress had an off
the shoulder low neckline that revealed the upper halves of her MM tits. She had
mindlessly teased her blond hair out to its best appeal and she flashed a smile
at the mirror.

Christine clipped her way off of the elevator and towards her office. The dress
forced her to walk in mincing steps that accentuated every curve of her body.
The building was very dark as it was 6:00 AM, but she felt like she was already
late. That thought caused her to hurry her steps and her tits jiggled in time to
the bounce of her step. Her tits rubbing against the spandex caused her nipples
to harden again and by the time she reached her office she was out of breath
from the sensations.
She opened the door and sat behind her desk. She let out a sigh of relief and
said, “Thank god, no one saw me come in late.” She touched a key to bring her
computer back to life and settled into her chair. The spiral filled her vision
again and sent its soothing words directly into her brain. The feeling was
exquisite and before she knew it she was lost again in the spiral.
“Ahem, Miss, um, Christine?” Kathy asked having gotten used to waking her boss
up before she began to speak.
Christine looked up to the door lazily and her eyes were instantly drawn to
Kathy’s beautiful C cup tits. She licked her lips and said, “Yes?”
“Um, there’s a Mr. Fullon on the phone for you?” she said.
“Fullon? I don’t, like, know any guy named Fullon…” she muttered. Then her
eyes lit up and she said, “Does he know John?”
“I don’t know, Christine. Um, he said he’s with Ultrasoft?”
“Like, okay, um, like, put him on.” Kathy nodded and went back to her desk to
transfer the call through. Christine picked up the phone and said, “Hiee?”
“Hello, Miss Amundsen?”
“Yes? Can I, like, help you?”
“This is Mr. Fullon. I just wanted to know if you were still coming to work on
Monday?”
“Monday? Like, what happens Monday?”
“You remember, the, ahem, disks?” he mumbled.
“Disks?” she asked as her brow furrowed. “Um, you mean the flat thingies?”
Fullon was taken aback for a minute and said, “What’s going on here? Are you
toying with me?”
“Toying? Oh! Do you want to, like, play? I’ve heard that I’m, like, really good
at games,” she moaned for emphasis.
“Miss Amundsen! I take it that you no longer wish to work for Ultrasoft! Good
day!” he yelled as he slammed the phone down.
“Byee!” she said cheerily. “What a funny man!” She looked back at the computer
screen and fell deeply into the spiral. Within seconds all thoughts had faded
away and she concentrated on her work.
Kathy walked into the office and saw that the sun was casting a shadow over Miss
Amundsen’s desk. She said, “Christine, let me fix that for you.” Christine
didn’t look up, so she just walked across the office.
As Kathy walked behind the desk she saw something move across the screen and
paused. She looked closer and saw the spiral moving round and round. Before it
pulled her in she mumbled, “Christine?”
Christine was shaken out of her reverie by the voice over her ear and turned
around. Kathy’s eyes immediately fixed on Christine’s tits and she said, “Um…
those are big….”
Christine leaned forward to show off her deep cleavage and said, “Do you like
them?”
Kathy licked her lips and said, “Yeah… They look so… so fake!”
“Mmm, thank you,” Christine moaned.
Kathy whispered, “I wish I had implants….” She looked down at her C cups and
thought they were hopelessly inadequate compared to Christine’s MM tits.
Christine had a rare idea and said, “We can fix that.”
“We can?” Kathy asked as she looked up.
“Uh huh! Come with me!” She grabbed the secretary’s hand and the two of them
practically ran out of the office.
While Christine drove Kathy couldn’t help but keep sneaking peeks at Christine’s
cleavage. It dipped low each time she reached for the radio or the turn signal
and the show was quickly making Kathy wet. She said, “Um, Christine? Will this
doctor, um, take me right away?”
“Sure!” she exclaimed. “He’s, like, a totally cool friend of mine!”
“Uh! I can’t wait to have nice big titties!” Kathy squealed.
Christine looked over at her and had the second thought of her day. She thought,
‘Hmm, maybe I can, like, have a big titted playmate!’ She giggled quietly as she
pulled into the parking lot.

Dr. Jameson was sitting behind his desk going over the charts for tomorrow’s
surgery when the door to his office burst in. He looked up and saw Christine
pulling a woman into the office by her arm. He shook his head as he saw his
handiwork jiggle in the tight dress. He said, “Chrissi, you’re back!”
Christine paused for a second and then said, “Doctor, um, my friend Kathy wants,
like, bigger titties!”
“Yeah! Bigger titties!” Kathy cheered as she threw her arms into the air.
“Um, I don’t think I can do a surgery on such short notice,” he said. Then he
watched her face and that of her friend’s fall. He quickly added, “But, I might
be persuaded….”
Christine giggled and pressed her body against his. She said, “The doctor wants
to fuck Christine again.” He smiled. But, Christine continued, “Please doctor,
let my friend get bigger titties today. She really wants them.” She grabbed his
cock and rubbed her body up and down against him. She knelt in front of him and
said, “Please?” She pulled his cock out and put it in her mouth saying,
“Pmease?”
Kathy watched in rapt attention as Christine sucked the doctor cock until he
came into her mouth. Not a drop of it was spilled and by then Kathy thought she
must be soaking the chair she was sitting in. The doctor said, “Okay, we can
help you today.”
Kathy cheered, “Yay! Bigger titties!!”
Christine stood up and leaned into the doctor’s ear. She whispered, “She wants
the NN silicone implants…. She told me to tell you, because she thought she
would be embarrassed to tell you herself.”
The doctor pondered for a moment and then said, “Okay, Kathy, is it? Let’s get
going.” He led her into the next room and Kathy left with a huge smile on her
face. Christine left the office with a huge smile as well.

Christine opened the door to her apartment and threw her purse on the couch. She
walked over to the TV and turned it on. The announcer blared, “And Now…
Boobwatch!” Christine lay down on the couch and draped her heels over the edge.
As she leaned on the pillows, she looked down her chest at the MM tits that
stuck out proudly.
With one eye she looked at the TV screen and could see the large breasted woman
from last week walking into a gym wearing a red leather minidress. Her stockings
and platforms matched the dress and her tits cascaded over the top and between
the spaghetti straps. Christine said, “Mmm, look at those little titties.
Christine’s are sooo much better.” With a quick giggle she wrapped one hand
around her left nipple and massaged it well.
The woman on the screen went into the locker room and came out a little while
later wearing a pink spandex leotard. It also showed off her breasts to their
best advantage and she got up onto a treadmill. As she ran her tits bounced in
counterpoint to her steps. With a quiet moan Christine’s lips parted at the
sight. “Oooo, she’s hot! Christine, like, can’t wait to see Kathy with her new
titties,” she moaned.
A man ran into the gym and pulled the woman off of the treadmill. Christine
thought, ‘This show is, like, complicated.’ So, she turned it off and went into
her bedroom. She stopped in front of the mirror and took her platforms off. She
said, “Christine’s titties will bounce better than that flatchest.”
To prove it she started jumping up and down and felt her tits bounce and jar
against her chest as she did. The sight of all of that titflesh bouncing in
unison got her to moaning again. She thought, ‘Chrissi is such a good slut.’
That thought sent her right over the edge and she moaned louder than ever before
as she came.
With a self-satisfied flop she stopped jumping and fell onto her bed in one
motion. Then, she leaned over the side and pulled the laptop up after her. With
one hand she got undressed while she quickly turned on the computer with the
other. “Hurry, hurry,” she said while she waited. Shortly thereafter the screen
flashed to life and the spiral filled her vision. Inside of her head she felt
herself fall deeply into it and once again there was only the spiral… only the
spiral…
CHAPTER 11
DAY TEN: Friday
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Christine rolled over and slammed her hand down onto the alarm. With a sigh, she
pulled herself out of bed and looked at the clock. It read 7:00 AM. “Oh damn!”
she screamed. She rushed out of bed and quickly washed her hair in the sink. She
blew it dry the whole time yelling, “Oh god, oh god, Chrissi is so late!” She
rushed back into her bedroom and just threw on whatever she could grab.
It wasn’t until she was out of the door and running down the stairs that she
looked at her clothes. The yellow six-inch platforms, the yellow spandex
miniskirt barely covering her ass, and the scooped spandex yellow top that her
tits jiggled around in while she ran. With a quick sigh of relief she jumped
into her car and felt the cool vinyl touch her inner thighs and pussy. “Oh god!
Chrissi forgot her panties! No time! No time!” she yelled as she sped away.
MEANWHILE
Kathy slapped the alarm clock off and rolled out of bed. The maneuver almost
pulled her over the edge with it. “Whoa!” she yelled as she landed on her knees.
It took her a moment to figure out what was wrong. She could feel her knees on
the ground and her hands, but her breasts? She leaned back in shock as she
realized that was exactly what she felt!
“Oh my god!” she yelled as she looked down at the massive breasts that filled
her chest. ‘They are least an M cup,’ she thought and couldn’t help but picture
Christine’s new rack. “What happened?” she asked raising a hand to her head. She
tried to think back, but for some reason the last thing that she could remember
was needing to fix Christine’s curtains. But, even that thought felt slippery
and there was no way that she could figure out what she had done with the rest
of her day.
She picked herself off of the floor and started off to the bathroom. But, her
front heavy chest pulled her faster than she thought and she almost lost her
balance again. “Dammit! Why did I get these bastards?” She shook her head and
got into the shower. Her breasts banged into the showerhead as she got in and
she let out a yelp! “Those things hurt!” she exclaimed.
She got through the shower by being careful about where her breasts went. When
she got out of the shower and looked in the mirror she couldn’t believe how big
they were. She fixed her hair a little in the mirror and went back into her
bedroom to get dressed. “What the hell am I going to wear!”

Christine ran into the lobby and Ralph said with a chuckle, “Good morning, Miss
Amundsen.” He had gotten used to seeing her rush past in various forms of
clothing over the last week and had enjoyed the show. She panted for breath as
she went to the elevator and pushed the button. He couldn’t help himself, but
look at her heaving MM cleavage straining against the spandex of her top.
Christine got onto the elevator without saying a word to him. She sighed as the
elevator began rushing her to her office. “Maybe John won’t, like, fire Chrissi
if he doesn’t see her coming in late again,” she said. Of course, just a week
ago she would have remembered that no one in the office came in before 8:30.
But, that was before Barry fixed her computer.
When the elevator stopped she ran into her office and slumped behind her desk.
The computer sprang to life and the spiral started up. She let out a sigh of
relief that no one had seen her and she fell into the spiral… into the
spiral…

Kathy had looked through her entire closet, but she couldn’t find any blouses
that would contain her new chest. In frustration she put her underwear, hose,
and skirt on first. She thought, ‘I guess I have to find something.’ So she dug
into the closet for something to wear. After a while she checked the clock and
said, “Oh god! It’s 8 o’clock! I have to go!” She grabbed a grey sportcoat and
buttoned it around her chest. The cleavage was more than impressive, but she had
no choice. She threw her shoes on and ran for the door.
Ralph looked up as the woman came through the front door. His eyes quickly told
his brain that he must be dreaming. From the waist down, he wouldn’t have
noticed her, but from the waist up she was unbelievable. He murmured to himself,
“Another one?” Kathy walked in with her breasts barely staying inside of the
sportcoat that contained them. Kathy didn’t meet his eyes as she walked in.
She mumbled, “Hi Ralph,” and pushed the button for the elevator.
Ralph said, “Oh, hi, Kathy! You look nice this morning…”
With a sigh and a quick look she said, “Thanks.” Then she entered the elevator
and pushed the button. As it went up she thought, ‘God! He couldn’t stop looking
at these things! Why did I do this?’ She got off the elevator and walked over to
her desk. There were no pressing messages for Christine, so she settled in and
tried to concentrate on working.
Kathy leaned her head into the office and said, “Christine? Ahem, Christine?”
Christine looked up and licked her lips as she saw Kathy’s new implants. She
said, “Mmm, yummy… Like, what is it, Kathy?” Christine looked into Kathy’s
plunging cleavage as she spoke.
“Um, Mr. Miskowicz is here to see you,” Kathy said.
Barry leaned around Kathy and walked into the office. “Thanks, Kathy. I’ll take
it from here.” He leered at her cleavage before she turned around and went back
to her desk. Turning back to Christine he said, “Hi, Chrissi.”
“Like, hi, Master!” she chirped.
Barry shook his head at how well the program had worked. It had taken almost no
time at all for her to not need the command word to trigger Chrissi. ‘In fact,’
Barry mused, ‘she seems to be in Bimbo Mode all of the time now.’ He said,
“Chrissi, what happened to Kathy’s tits?”
“Oh, like, she wanted to get, um, bigger ones and Chrissi, like, helped her.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because, mm, Chrissi wanted, like, a toy to play with!” She hefted her tits for
emphasis.
“Did she see the spiral?”
“Mm, maybe….”
“Okay, well I’ll take care of that in a minute. I just wanted to see how you
were doing. Don’t forget the meeting at 10.”
“Yes, Master,” she moaned as she looked back at the spiral.
As Barry left, he said to Kathy, “So, Kathy, could you move for a second? I need
to add some updates to your computer.”

Christine sat at her desk watching the pretty spiral go round and round.
Suddenly, she looked up and the clock read 9:55. Without another thought she
stood and walked out of her office. She passed Kathy and didn’t say a word to
her. Kathy, for her part, didn’t even notice her leaving because the pretty
spiral on her screen was much more interesting.
Christine walked in a trance through the hallways, swaying her hips from side to
side and pushing her tits and ass out in perfect time. Her scooped yellow
spandex top, the yellow miniskirt and her 6-inch yellow platform heels that
clipped on the tiled floor accentuated her body and motions. People she passed
tried to engage her in conversation, but her mind was filled with one
sentence… ‘Don’t forget the meeting at 10…. Don’t forget the meeting at
10…’ spun round and around in her head turning into its own pretty spiral
pulling down into the core of her mind. She stepped through the doorway of the
conference room and her mind snapped open.
“I’m here for the ten o’clock meeting,” she said to everyone in the room.
“Thank you for coming, Christine,” John said and everyone chuckled. “Why don’t
you sit right here.” He motioned to the chair across from him and Christine
quickly walked over and sat. Christine crossed her legs and could feel her bare
pussy sliding between them.
John said, “Okay, weekly reports everyone….”
A man stood up and said, “Our weekly earnings have exceed our potential
resulting in….” Christine could hear the man droning on and on about
something, but her mind refused to focus on it. She kept thinking, ‘John’s
cock… I love John’s cock… I wish he would let me suck it… Oh god!’ That
thought got her pussy wet and she let out a slight moan through closed lips. In
mild horror, she looked around to see if anyone had heard, but no one looked at
her. So, she went back to thinking about ‘John’s cock… John’s big beautiful
cock…’
“Ahem, Christine?” John asked with a smile. “Are you still with us?”
She shook herself to awareness and realized that everyone was looking at her.
“Um, like, yes John….”
“Good! Now then, Miss Vice President, why don’t you tell us how we’re doing…”
Nervously she stood up to speak to the group. Unfortunately that gave her a
better look at John’s crotch and she focused in on it like a deer in the
headlights. She began, “Um… Like, okay… Our production has, like, gone way
up… Um, due to, like, a growth in, um… cocks… I mean, revenues!” She
blushed and looked at the group. Everyone was on the verge of laughing at her,
but for some reason she loved just being the center of attention for whatever
reason.
She continued, “So, like…” she glanced over at John’s secretary… “Tits are
waayy up… and um, wetness… I mean, fitness, of the company has, like, never
been better!” She noticed that every man in the room was fixated on the cleavage
that was spilling over her top. She moaned again at being the center of
attention and felt her pussy get wetter as she thought about John’s cock again.
She leaned forward to give them a better view of her MM cups and said, “So,
like, um… Employee cocks… um, spirits, are at an all time high!”
John had watched the whole show with a big smile, but then he composed himself
for a second and said, “Chrissi, why don’t you tell everyone here what your new
job is…”
Chrissi said, “Oh that? Like, Chrissi is the new office slut and Chrissi is,
like, going to keep everybody really… (she leaned forward again)… happy…”
She licked her lips and lifted her tits.
“And how are you going to do that?” John asked innocently as he looked around at
his staff. The women were obviously mortified, but the men were watching with
interest.
Chrissi licked her lips again and fixated back on his cock. “Chrissi is going to
suck every cock and lick every pussy she can. And Chrissi, like, wants yours
right now!” With that she lunged across the table and kissed John for all that
she was worth. Then, just as suddenly, she pushed her head over the side of the
table and tried to reach his cock with her questing mouth. Everyone in the room
was stunned, but the men seemed very interested now.
John placed his hand in Chrissi’s blond hair as her head tried to go over the
table even farther. He knew she could never reach, but he enjoyed the effort. He
said, “Okay everyone… Meeting adjourned… Christine needs a rest….”
Everyone filed out of the room as Chrissi continued to gyrate and stretch on the
table. John continued to enjoy the show for a second after everyone left and
then he stood up. Chrissi’s hands instantly scrabbled at his crotch trying to
open his zipper, but John said, “Stop that now and get up.”
Chrissi’s arms fell to her sides and she got off of the table saying, “Yes,
Master.”
“Now then, let’s have a little fun… Christine sugerpop.”
“Wha-…?” she began and then suddenly all of the memories of the last two weeks
came rushing back. The slowly increasing horniness, the need for bigger tits,
the teenybopper phase, the gang bang in the bar, and fucking anything that
moved. Then, she realized what she had just done in front of every supervisor in
the office and that by now everyone in the company knew what had happened. “Oh
god!”
“Yes,” John said as he watched with satisfaction as the knowledge flash across
her face. “You are quite the slut….”
“Oh god…. Why, John?”
“Because… you were going to sell me out to those bastards at Ultrasoft and I
couldn’t let that happen. Now you won’t be able to sell anyone out….”
“Oh my god…. I’m so sorry, John….”
Nevermind. You are at a crossroads, Christine…. You can either stay as you
are, Christine Amundsen, but being forced to work here for as long as I want and
having to deal with the constant humiliation of what you’ve done. Or, you can
decide to be Chrissi, my sex slave, my cock hungry secretary by day, and my
wanton slut at night. It’s your choice… I will leave all of your memories
intact either way, but you must decide what you really want.”
In the following moments, Christine examined her life more thoroughly than she
had ever done before and came to a final realization. “John… John…. I don’t
know how to say this, but…. All of this has really turned me on.” She paused
before continuing, “I guess… I guess… that somewhere deep inside of me I’ve
always wanted to be controlled. And even with everything you’ve done… I want
you… I want you to own me… make me Chrissi….”
“But, my dear, you already are.” She moaned at the thought and he said, “Chrissi
forever.”
With John’s words a flash of white lightning filled her mind and suffused her to
her very core. It warmed her and released Chrissi from deep inside. As Chrissi
rose to the surface, she carried with her all of Christine’s memories and the
knowledge of the beautiful decision she had just made. That knowledge made her
want to worship the man who had made all of it possible and fortunately he was
standing right in front of her. She fell to her knees and drew his cock out of
his pants. With a hungry growl she fell to sucking it and moaned over and over,
“Mthank myou, Master… Mank myou, Master….”
John smiled and leaned back to enjoy the ministrations of his new secretary.
EPILOGUE: 4 weeks later
John walked through the front door and approached the security desk. “Morning,
Ralph!”
Ralph smoothed out his uniform and stood up, “Good morning, Mr. Mason! It’s a
pleasure to see you, sir.”
“Thank you, Ralph,” said John as he signed in and glanced at Ralph’s computer
screen. He still chuckled every morning as he thought about how far his little
company had come. “How’s the wife, Ralph?”
A gleam rose to Ralph’s eye as he said, “She’s very good, sir. She has been
very, ahem, accommodating since she came to see the office.”
“I knew that she would understand how important it is for you to be here early
once I talked to her.”
“Yes, sir,” Ralph smiled.
“And Chrissi has come in, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, Mr. Mason. I can’t thank you enough for lending her to me in the
mornings.”
“Think of it as a bonus for good work.”
“Thank you, sir!” Ralph beamed in admiration. “Have a good day.”
“Thanks, Ralph, I will.” John walked into the elevator that had just arrived and
punched the floor for his office. As it began to rise he felt that familiar
little twang of guilt over everything that he had done. But, after a few moments
of thought he set it aside.
He mumbled, “There was nothing else I could have done.” The little voice spoke
up, ‘Yes, but did you have to go so far?’ John laughed at himself and said
quietly, “No, I’ll keep you, little voice. No need to alter my perspectives.
This is much too much fun.”
The doors slid open and John walked out onto his floor. A secretary in a normal
business suit greeted him. “Good morning, sir,” she said from behind her desk as
she buzzed him through. He smiled at her and thought, ‘With those implants, I’ll
have to move her back into the general pool soon.’
He entered the main office area and looked over the desks. All of his salesmen
were hard at work trying to reach their quotas. He glanced towards the front and
saw three of his “secretaries” on a dais. If he hadn’t known better he would
have thought the three blondes were triplets. They wore black leather
minidresses that were stretched tight over matching GG tits. But, he did know
better… the blond hair dye and implants gave that away to a closer look. All
three of them stood posed like mannequins leaning over to show their deep
cleavage. One had her back to the salesmen and looked back over her shoulder
with a wink. They would hold their positions until…
DING DING DING
At the tone of the bell, one of the blondes screamed, “Yes, Master!” and she
rushed across the room to the salesman who had just reached his hourly quota. He
quickly lowered his pants as a digital timer above the two remaining blondes
switched to three minutes and began to count down. With wild abandon she threw
her mouth onto his stiffening cock and sucked for all she was worth. John smiled
as the man pulled her up to kiss him and then lifted her skirt. He thrust in and
out of her wet pussy as the counter ran down and the blonde’s moans filled the
office. The man came just as the clock ran out and the buzzer sounded. With a
yelp the blond jumped off of him and ran back to her place. As she posed again,
John watched her body twitch with her reward orgasm. He chuckled and left the
main room.
John walked past his office for the moment and entered the door marked, Barry
Miskowicz, Vice President of Programming. The secretary looked up and said
quickly, “Good morning, sir!”
“Good morning, Kat. How they hanging?”
The brunette blushed and leaned over her desk to let her M cup tits press
against it. “Just perfectly, sir,” she said breathlessly. Her tits spilled out
over the top of her black spandex dress and John gave them an admiring glance.
“So, Kat, do you like living with Chrissi?”
She moaned, “Yesss, sir…. She orders me around all of the time and I love
every minute of it. I don’t know why I used to hate that….” Kari got a far
away look in her eyes for a second and licked her lips.
“Ahem, is Barry in yet?”
“Oh! Yes, sir. You can go right in.”
As he left John heard her giggle softly. He thought, ‘Barry can have his
playthings, but I love how they all still want me.’ John smiled at that. “Barry!
Good to see you this morning!”
“Hey, John. How are you?”
“I’m doing very well. I hope that Jennifer didn’t keep you up to late last
night.”
“No way. I finally just told her to be done with her nursing job.”
“It’s about time!” John interrupted.
“I know… I know… but I had to get the program on Dr. Jameson’s computer
before she quit. No matter how much she fucked him, he wouldn’t leave her alone
with it for two seconds. But, that’s all been taken care of. We have free breast
enlargements for life,” Barry chuckled.
“Good! That was the last loose end. Now, nothing can stop us my friend. Every
company in the world will want to get their hands on our ‘motivational
screensaver.'”
“Very true. Anything else, John?”
“Nope! I just wanted to check on the Jameson problem. I’ll see you at the
meeting.” With that, John turned and left the office. He glanced at Kat’s
breasts on the way out and chuckled softly, “Amazing, with all of these women
around me and sneaking a peak at cleavage still turns me on.”
John entered the door to his office and smiled as Chrissi jumped to her feet.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Chrissi, we’re alone.”
“Sorry, Master! Chrissi is, like, sooo sorry… please don’t punish Chrissi,
Master…” she whimpered.
John let her ponder that for a moment while he looked over the revealing black
blouse she wore. It’s neckline swung very low to display her impressive MM cup
cleavage. A black suit coat lay over her chair for outside, but she knew it
wasn’t allowed inside the office. John trailed his gaze over her thin waist to
the black miniskirt that clung to her legs. John knew that there was no
underwear underneath that skirt, because he had ordered it. By this time,
Chrissi had noticed his gaze and unconsciously turned her body to show it off to
better advantage. John smiled again, “No punishment this time. Any business to
attend to before the meeting?”
“No, Master,” she said while licking her lips in anticipation.
“Good, then follow me.” With a quick giggle, she cheered and followed him into
the interior office. “Okay, slut, tell me what you want.”
She fell to her knees and moaned, “Please, Master, let this little slave serve
you. Let Chrissi suck your cock and make you cum in Chrissi’s mouth. Please,
Master. Please….”
John looked down at her and said, “You have my permission.”
“Thank you, Master. Thank you….” With rapt attention she undid his pants to
release his straining cock. With another moan she dropped her mouth to it and
sucked with wild abandon.
John watched the woman that he had made his slave suck him for all she was worth
and he loved every minute of it. He thought back on everything that had gone on
in the last two months and decided that it couldn’t have gone better. He
thought, ‘I made the right decision. I’m so happy….’
Chrissi slurped and licked and slurped and licked while she thought, ‘Chrissi is
a good slut… Chrissi is Master’s slave… Chrissi loves to suck cock…
Chrissi is soo happy….’ Deep inside her mind an unfamiliar voice said, “Yes…
Christine is soo happy… soo happy….” And then all thought bled away as her
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