Company Property
By Zon18
zon18@hotmail.com
(mc, md, gr)
If you have gotten this deep into this website, then you already know that 
if you aren't an adult... GET THE HELL OUT!!! No minors, please. What follows 
is a work of original erotic fiction. If you would like to repost it somewhere,
please just drop me a line to let me know. Such requests will rarely be 
refused.
I am indebted to my new collaborator Ariel... her aid was invaluable in 
bringing this story to fruition. I hope that you enjoy. Lastly, please visit my
Yahoo!Club at http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/mrzsclub for all interested mind
controllers.
Questions and comments always welcome.
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.