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.
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.
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.
“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.
DAY THREE: Friday
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?”
“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.”
‘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?”
“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.