It was the strangest thing; whenever Jazmyne took the VR headset off, she could never quite remember what she had been doing with it. She knew, on some level, that she had been enjoying herself, the faint feeling of pleasure still lingering in her core, but trying to remember exactly what her been on the display for sometimes two hours at a time. The first time it happened, this bothered her a little, but it bothered her less and less with each use. She just figured, hey, she was having a good time, so why worry about it?
One of her friends commented on the fact that her wardrobe was changing shades. Jazmyne had always been drawn to jewel tones and simple patterns, but each new bit of clothing she bought turned the average shade closer and closer to bubblegum pink. She hand-waved it away as just trying something new, trying to bring a bit of variety into her wardrobe. The fact that the clothes were getting tighter and more revealing went entirely unnoticed, feeling perfectly natural.
For a brief period, work had become a struggle. The way her coworkers talked felt more and more opaque and it seemed like she was falling behind. But an idea came to her during one session with the headset: ask her coworkers for help! They were so happy to help her out, especially the men and especially with her new "professional" wardrobe. In fact, some of her coworkers seemed to hover around her desk, looking over her shoulder, just waiting for her to ask for help. The giggly little dance she did when they agreed to help her always put a smile on their faces.
One day, after a particularly long session with the headset, Jazmyne was looking at her bank account and all the cash she had saved up. She had been saving to buy a house but, for some reason, that just didn't seem appealing anymore. There must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of better uses for that much cash! The realization that she'd barely have to use a third of her savings to get both lip filler and 800ccs of saline implanted in her chest felt like a sign from God. There was no turning her away, no reasoning her out of it. And her coworkers were only too eager to pick up the slack while she was gone.
By the time her new, fake tits were healed, Jazmyne was spending hours and hours in the headset, enjoying the feeling of blank mindlessness. It never bothered her that she was already looking to go up to 1500ccs. It never bothered her that she had started absent-mindedly sucking on whatever she slipped between her lips. It never bothered her that she was hornier than she had ever been in her entire life. It all felt natural. It all felt good.
A past version of Jazmyne might have felt shame at getting moved to a secretarial position, but with more than 2000ccs stretching her hot pink work sweater, shame was something she barely recognized. Besides, being the boss's personal secretary should be a source of pride! He made so many big decisions; helping him to clear his head was the least she could do. Her inflated cockpillows and spherical tits were the perfect assets to do so. She was so much more qualified for this than for her old job, anyway. Sharing her talents with the entire office gave her so much satisfaction and was so rewarding, especially when the reward was sticky and lightly salty.
But Jazmyne made sure to spend as much time looking at the headset. Even if she didn't remember the spirals or the voice whispering in her ear or the pretty pictures of overinflated, brainless fuckdolls being used and filled, she knew it felt right. She knew what she had to do. And she knew it would keep making her happier and happier.
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