Putting all parts in one post for ease of reading
“Now as you all know Petra has had a long period of absence so let’s be kind to her on her first day back.”
There was a collective murmur of welcomes and smiles as Greg stood at the front of the office and addressed the all male staff. Petra stood beside him, wobbling on her tall heels and smiling awkwardly.
There could be no doubt as to why Petra had been off for so long and everyone in the room both knew it and saw it. Her new boyfriend had significantly enhanced her chest and inflated her ass. He ensured that she only wore the skimpiest of outfits (flaunting the dress code which the company was happy to waiver) grew out her brunette hair and put her on a strict gym routine. All in all Petra was a totally transformed accountant and her fellow employees collectively approved.
Greg guided her to a vacant desk right in the centre of the room and against the window. Petra instantly felt exposed and sensed the watching eyes of everyone in the room. She sat in the swivel chair and stared blankly at the desk.
“Ah, Sir”, she said before Greg walked away. “I don’t appear to have a laptop. Do you want me to speak to IT support?”
“Oh, you won’t be needing anything like that”, Greg scoffed as he walked to his office and shut the door.
Everyone got back to work. Petra looked around sheepishly wondering what she was supposed to do. She checked the top drawer of the desk and found some of her old stuff that had clearly been shoved in there during her absence. She picked up her glasses and instinctively put them on. The room suddenly went blurry.
“Jeez, I was so blind before Bubba got my eyes fixed” she muttered to herself, sliding them off the bridge of her fresh button nose and on top of her head. She hoped it would allow her to maintain an air of professionalism but on the backdrop of her short leather skirt and the gaping cleavage of her white ribboned bikini top that was unlikely.
She had started to tap her freshly manicured nails on the top of the desk when one of the guys called out to her.
“Can you get me a coffee Petra. Milk and two sugars please”.
With nothing else to do she nodded and got up, wiggling over to the kitchen to make it. Once again she felt eyes on her long legs and ass. A while back she would have felt terribly intimidated by the looks but it had become a normal part of life now. It didn’t feel patronising to be making the drink either. She was always complying to regular orders from her boyfriend and was happy to do so. On the way with the drink she even started to wonder whether she had the mental capacity to do accountancy now. She was aware of some IQ meddling and mental conditioning but was no longer smart enough to know or understand the true extent of the adjustments.
Just as she put the mug down everyone suddenly stood and went into the large meeting room. Petra observed confused until she looked at the clock.
“Of course, Monday morning. Weekly meeting time”.
She trotted as fast as her competence with the six inch heels allowed only to find that once inside there were no chairs left.
“I’m going to be giving a long presentation Petra. How about you stand at the front of the screen and point at the key messages as I put the slides up.
When she nodded the glasses on her head fell and landed back on her nose. A couple of the guys chuckled as the put them back on her head, grabbed the pointer stick and readied herself for the slides.
She found a new found confidence as she performed at the screen, smiling and pointing and bounding from left to right like a hostess displaying the prizes in an old tv gameshow. Suffice to say the men were looking at her rather than the bullet points. By the end everyone gave her a patronising clap by which she displayed her glittering white teeth and gave a silly bow which only served to bounce her big tits.
Back on the office floor she was given more drinks orders and began to act more as a barista than a certified finance professional. She found a tray and holding the bottom open palmed above her head she shuffled from desk to desk, bending over at the waist to place the drinks down and give the workers an ample view of her deep cleavage. She had been taught something similar when her boyfriend had his friends over, intrigued and delighted to see her changes.
It wasn’t till midday that the urges started. She had just finished the drinks when the heat started between her legs and by the time she was sat back down at her desk it was a pulsing, throbbing urge. Petra crossed and uncrossed her legs and wafted a piece of paper in front of her flushed cheeks but it did nothing to settle her down. These horny urges were side effects of all the changes, or an addition, and soon she could take it no longer.
Petra bolted across the office and out into the hallway, searching desperately for the bathroom. She passed the male sign and looked frantically for the females. Then she remembered. They were on the floor below. The notion of clambering down the stairs and the distance instantly put her off. With a frantic wail she dived into the males.
She rushed to the end cubicle and sat on the toilet seat, praying that none of the guys were inside. She wiggled the skirt down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing any underwear so came face to face with her pussy. It looked red, swollen and hungry. Petra knew of only one way to lessen the deep desires.
She plunged two fingers inside herself and felt them instantly become soaking wet. She bit her lip to quieten the deep sigh that escaped her plump lips. When she started to thrust she had to bite her hand to stop the screams of pleasure. Petra knew she would never be able to release this way, it was seemingly impossible to. Instead she rode on her manicured fingers until finally the desperate needs began to subside.
“fffuck…fffucck”, she rasped, spreading her legs wider and resting her head on the back of the cool tiles.
When she was done she pulled out her sticky fingers and watched as her chest continued to rise and fall in speedy pants. She splayed out her arms and heard the soft sounds of the cum dripping off her fingers onto the floor. She patted herself down with some paper towels and only when her temperature and breathing were under control did she think about leaving the cubicle. She listened intently and when she was confident there was no-one else inside she darted out, ran her fingers under the tap and rushed to the exit.
In her absence someone had done a food run. The grease hit her nose immediately and she looked around as everyone munched down on burgers and fries. The bags indicated they had gone to Hanks which was just across the street. They were renowned for making the best burgers in town.
“Want anything Petra?” said one of the guys. “I’m sure we’ll have a spare patty somewhere”.
“Can’t” she smiled weakly. “I brought lunch”.
No matter how divine the smell and how much her tummy rumbled Petra knew she couldn’t deviate from her strict diet. Her boyfriend would punish her with double gym sessions or God forbid no sex. She rubbed her ass, remembering a recent caning but also felt a little wet at the thought too.
Instead she pulled out a Tupperware box of chicken salad and munched away quietly, sipping water along with it. Her tummy and tastebuds protested for a while but gave in eventually to the greens and protein.
For much of the afternoon she day dreamed out of the window. Petra had discovered that her memory only really went back to the day she met her boyfriend, everything before that was hazy, like a distant dream. She didn’t seem to have the acumen for intelligent deep thinking. Instead her mind rested on her boyfriend; how he looked, how he smelt, how divine his touch was. She reminisced on their bedroom action and also drifted to the porn reels that he made her watch. Part of her mind planned the outfits she would wear or buy over the next few days and she made a mental list of all her hair appointments, nail appointments and gym sessions. No doubt she would have a follow up session for her tits. She thought about Dr Stanson and how he loved to squeeze her new pert pair profusely, all in the name of ‘assessment’.
Sometimes, rarely, an odd image popped into her mind. As she stared at the glass building opposite she remembered a girl with thick glasses, greasy hair, wearing a thick, stained orange jumper playing video games. She had a nasally voice, fitted all the stereotypes of a dork. Was that how she used to be maybe? As quick as the thought came to her head the memory fizzled and she couldn’t conjure it back to life.
“Petra, can you get me a box of pens from the store cupboard please”.
“Yes Sir”, she chimed helpfully and rushed to comply.
Towards the end of the day Greg called her into his office.
“So how has your first day back been?”
Petra made to look through the glass windows out to the office floor but the blinds were closed. When she turned back she could see the manager ogling at her tits. She shuffled in the seat, inadvertently causing them to sway slightly.
Greg stood up and quickly turned so that she couldn’t see his inevitable boner. He paced towards the outside window, at the skyscrapers and city landscape.
“It was a little difficult to have you back” he said. “But I had a long conversation with Conrad. We have after all lost an accountant who we will have to backfill.”
Greg turned back to see Petra wrinkling her nose in confusion.
“Ah ok Bubba”, she nodded.
Greg looked her up and down admirably.
“It’s remarkable. He really did turn you into his airheaded bimbo. He should be commended.”
Bimbo. It wasn’t a term she had really considered about herself before but she guessed he was right. Everyone around her seemed to be right these days and she was just a silly little girl. For a split second she felt ashamed, then the idea of it rectified itself and made her feel extremely horny. She felt the heat and urges start to return.
“Did you know your boyfriend is very generous. He was very happy to share his doll.”
Greg turned around and Petra gave a soft gasp. He had unzipped his trousers and now his rock hard boner was pointing right at her. She wasn’t that surprised really. She knew it was only a matter of time before things in the office got more perverted. She had expected at least a couple of days of normality though but instead everything had descended into the sexual very quickly. She wasn’t disgusted by the sight either. Cocks seemed to spring up everywhere for her now. Her boyfriend of course, his friends, even the neighbours. Her reaction was always the same. Eagerness to oblige, the prickle of heat on her skin, wet saliva filled mouth and equally wet pussy ready to serve.
She watched as he paced towards her slowly and perched on the end of his desk. His dick was practically at eye level now and she could see all the details. the throbbing veins, the swollen tip. He even had a little freckle at the bottom of his shaft. She stared at it unblinking. He was bigger than she imagined. It was going to be quite a fit.
“I hear you give good blowjobs”, he rasped. “Wet and sloppy”.
She looked into his eyes and back at his cock.
She took it as a signal to begin. Cautiously she reached out a warm hand, curled her fingers and wrapped it round his shaft. It twitched and she knew then that she had to be careful. He was the sort who would blow his load quickly so it was important that she slowed him down so he could enjoy it. She kneaded his dick gently, tickled his balls softly. A bubble of precum burst out in a mini eruption and she licked it off before it could dribble. She took a quick glance into his eyes to check all was ok. He was breathing heavily, his eyes locked back on her tits which in her bending position was showing more cleavage.
She decided to risk it. She leant back, pulled the straps over her head and discarded the bra on the floor. Her big plastic tits swayed in freedom. Many men simply came at the sight of them but he seemed to have some modicum of self control. She watched as he reached out and rubbed one of her pert nipples. She closed her eyes in bliss and nuzzled a tooth on her lip. She would have loved to ask him to fuck her but knew his pleasure came before her own. She grasped his cock again but this time she leant further forward and licked up his shaft. He gave another dangerous twitch.
She opened her mouth wide and took him all in. Her cheeks bulged and she fought back the inevitable gagging motion that always took hold of her when she first put a cock down her throat. The feeling passed quickly and she began to bob. She allowed a manicured nail to continue to tickle his balls and picked up the pace. She heard him groan and then the unexpected happened.
There was a burst of light and motion at the corner of her eye. She didn’t need to look to know what had happened. He had pulled open the blinds. The whole office floor stopped what they were doing and pointed. For a moment Petra panicked and made to rip her mouth from his cock. Instead he placed a palm on top of her head and held her in place.
Her whole technique crumbled in surprise. The force on her head stopped her bobbing and kept her impaled. This was a display, she realised, a display to the office. This was permission, an example to follow. This was giving the green light to everyone that she was a plaything, a bimbo plaything to be passed around like a toy. This was perversion to the max. Her body suddenly roared in heat and images flashed by in her mind’s eye of her kneeling down fucking everyone in the office. Her eyes rolled in delight, heart soared in need. This was exactly what she wanted, though she had never know before. Her wetness started to stain her little skirt.
Petra couldn’t breath. She had temporarily forgotten how to breath through her nose. Her body convulsed and her hands grabbed his trousers. She felt her face go blue and darkness crept into the edges of her vision. Then with one big twitch he came. Gush upon gush of sticky cum filled her mouth, her throat and almost came out through her nose. She gurgled in fright and realised she was drowning, drowning in sperm.
She snapped back hard and fell backwards off the chair. She swallowed a big load of cum and spat a lot out too. It went everywhere; the chair, the carpet and some splattered on the glass. Her tits bounded about as she lay on her back catching her breath. She sensed the workers laughing, pointing, shouting, yelling out degrading comments. She was both shocked and incredibly turned on at the same time. A big dose of embarrassment and humiliation hit too. She found herself scrabbling for her bra and crawling out of the room.
Once out of his office she got herself unsteadily back on her feet and hurried out of the office, the cries of the workers ringing in her ears. She didn’t want to wait for the lift and instead wobbled to the stairs. She clambered her way down and was about to keep going when she eyed the ladies restroom sign.
Desperate for another finger fucking from the thrill of it all she rushed inside…
