by Sasha Scott
“We’re not having a baby June.”
“But still you’re super smart, I’m sure there must be something you can do.”
Well she wasn’t exactly wrong. He had a free reign to modify and reprogram everybody working in the company in whatever way he saw fit. It would be easy for him to be able to reprogram June again to stop her distraction problems, even just going straight to the source and making her good at her job.
However when he was digging through his mind for a solution his brain began to picture another fantasy.
“Your manager, the one who’s giving you bother. It’s Roxanne isn’t it?” he asked the annoyed secretary.
“Huhuh!”
“The one with long, flowing, blackish hair? A slight tan to her complexion? A bit of a hothead?”
“Yep that’s her.”
“Just as I thought,” he said with a grin as he pictured her. She was quite a good looking woman even if she was a few years older than him. Sure he could fix June’s issue by helping her out but wouldn’t it also be possible for him to deal with the complainer rather than the problem?
“Don’t worry June!” he announced in a moment of logical triumph, “I’m going to make it so Roxanne won’t make a complaint about your work again!”
“Oh thank you Master,” she said with a squealy giggle, happiness flowing back into her as she hugged tightly into his side, “so can we fuck now?”
“As soon as the issue is resolved you go back to being a cock craving nympho?”
“I can’t help it, your dick is just the greatest.”
“I guess I can’t argue with that, fine,” he relented, unzipping his pants. He’d take care of this problem with Roxanne but first he’d make good use of this break period.
It was time for the assault on the enemy base, time for Dean’s direct assault on the menace who was getting in the way of his plans.
With his confidence levels given a huge shot in the arm thanks to the amazing reprogramming ability he had discovered, Dean waltzed straight into Roxanne’s office uninvited as she was in the middle of doing some work.
“May I help you?” she said, lifting a brow as she stared into him, not expecting any company, and not being warned about any surprise visitors by her personal assistant.
“Hi it’s me Dean, from the computing department. Your PA, June, told me that you had a problem with your computer that needed taking care of.”
“That game,” Roxanne muttered to herself before returning to address Dean, “actually my computer is fine, I’m having no problems with it. Even if I did I would appreciate if you would book an appointment ahead of time, or at the very least give a courtesy knock. Can’t you see I’m busy? I’m sorry your time has been wasted but you aren’t needed here.”
Talk about a stick up the ass. However Dean wasn’t going to be batted away with her tough, aggressive, talk as he continued his path inwards.
“Afraid I can’t do that. You say you don’t have a computer problem but if the entire system ends up going down due to some sort of virus from your machine it’s me who ends up getting sacked, not you. So I’ll need to check your computer for a possible firewall breach.”
The good thing about being an expert in something like computers, a field that left most people scratching their heads, was you could pretty much come out with any statement you wanted and they had no way to refute it.
Roxanne clearly wasn’t pleased as she clicked her tongue, “I’m telling you there is no problem with the machine. I didn’t tell June anything about my computer.”
“Well if that’s true then I won’t be here very long. Now you computer, please?”
Despite her obvious irritation she relented and pushed herself back away from her desk, allowing him to sweep in and access the terminal. Of course the first thing he did was steer directly to that employee database.
“Ah I see, I see,” he muttered seemingly to himself but loud enough for her to be able to hear.
“What do you see?”
“I see what the problem could be,” his fingers rapidly typing away at the keyboard to change her information about, “You aren’t currently naked.”
He hit the save button to confirm his change. Suddenly her uniform had gone from a general business attire to naked. Suddenly the fact she was wearing clothes at all made her incredibly overdressed for the job.
She gasped as she somehow realized she was in fact wearing a full outfit when the company policy said she was supposed to come in wearing a birthday suit, not a business suit.
“I’m not sure how that could have happened,” she confessed, reality and logic not syncing together easily.
“Neither am I but it’s a huge registration error. You’ll have to get undressed right away.”
Like a good company employee she began to strip herself down out of her outfit in a hurry, not wanting to spend anymore time going against the expected policy.
She threw her clothes down onto the ground in a huff, having to pull her shirt open, wiggle out of a skirt and strip down out of her stockings.
Last up came her plain white underwear, Roxanne stripping it all away without a thought about embarrassment thanks to the mind warping power that the database seemed to hold, actually feeling a lot more relieved when she was left in the nude.
“Is this better?” Roxanne asked him, showing off her completely naked body to him.
Her figure wasn’t half bad, she clearly took some time to look after herself with that flat stomach and slightly toned limbs. He couldn’t help but notice the tuft of dark hair left on her mound, or the slight build up she had under her arms. Not his personal preference, but he could take care of that. He could take care of all of it.
“Well let me just check the computer to see. Let’s see… shaven? Yes.”
As he finished the sentence and confirmed he saved his newest entry into her information and suddenly all of that hair on her body had vanished, crotch and underarms perfectly shaven; hair kept from the neck up only just how he liked it.
However he wasn’t done quite yet. He had a naked model in front of him and the ability to mold her as he saw fit, she was like a canvas ready to be painted and he had the brushes. He hummed as he thought up the rest of his personal preferences.
“Busty,” he said to himself as he went for a personal favorite, suddenly seeing her mosquito bites transformed into bra busters.
“Wide hips,” came next, her thin shape gone and in its place a pair of wide, child-bearing hips to give her an hourglass figure.
“Fat ass,” was his next entry as her flat, boyish behind suddenly became a full pair of round, plump, buns that was squeeze in any hold.
“Puffy lips,” he said to himself as he gave her face the appearance of a permanent, posing, duckface style pout.
He looked over her body, figure turned from that of a woman who looked after herself but clearly had bigger priorities than her appearance to that of someone who would be found swinging around a pole in a club in the dead of night.
“Done yet?” she asked, annoyed. Not that he was looking, that was his job; annoyed that she still had to wait and couldn’t get back to work.
“Hmm not quite yet. Why the heck not, bustier,” he said to himself as he replaced his previous entry about her chest to make it go even bigger, jumping her up another pair of cup sizes. She was now deep into ‘those must be fake’ territory. In a way they were yet to the touch they would feel all natural.
“Now are you done?” she complained, those heavy jugs hanging down her front, engulfing her figure.
“Erm, nearly,” he told her as he gave one last scan across her employee information, “It says here you were born in Puerto Rico?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It’s for the registration. If this stuff is incorrect it might cause a bit of a problem later on. It’s better to sort it all out now, unless you’ll want me back in here again soon.”
She pouted her new thic
ker lips in frustration, not that her lips didn’t look pouted when they were simply resting thanks to his changes.
“Then yes I was born in Puerto Rico. Is that a problem?”
“No problem whatsoever,” he assured her truthfully. It helped explain her naturally darker complexion and the slight hint of an accent that accommodated her words. He found the exotic look to be quite pleasant in fact.
That was why he decided to play up her background, going back to her information to make her skin even darker, emphasizing her natural tan as well as her accent which he made stronger.
“And done,” he told her as he saved everything up and closed that database down, “everything should be working fine now.”
“Everything was working just fine to start with but okay,” she said as her exotic accent came flowing out, Dean able to notice the sudden and striking change yet she didn’t notice a thing because in her mind there had been no change.
“Make sure to give me a call if there is any problem,” he told her as he took his leave from the office, his job done.
Once Roxanne was left alone with her newly sexualived body, left naked with her natural heritage now being worn like a badge of honor, her first thought was to go and give June a piece of her mind for another mess up. She warned her before, that thin ice was just about cracked.
She marched straight out of her office, swinging her door open to confront her secretary who was found staring off into the distance again, leaning on her hands as she had a dreamy expression on her face.
“June!” Roxanne began, ready to give her a piece of her mind but then suddenly she felt a shock from down below, from between her thighs. As soon as she had began to scold her secretary her pussy began to throb and she felt some sort of lustful heat washing over herself.
Her loud voice did disturb her personal assistant who looked over in a panic, “Ah, yes boss?”
Roxanne was still determined to give her a talking to but every time she tried she felt another small jolt of pleasure shooting through her, making her exposed nipples stand up and her slit drip.
“Ah… nothing,” she gasped as she quickly escaped back into her office, body suddenly feeling incredibly excited. What was that? Why did scolding her employee suddenly make her body react like that? She had absolutely no idea, she just knew she needed a break to let her body calm down. She’d take care of this later.
It’d been days and still June’s behavior had not improved. She was constantly away with the fairies, missing calls and sometimes even fading away mid-conversation into fantasy and yet she still hadn’t been scolded.
Roxanne had tried multiple times to chew her out for her poor performance and her constant slacking but every time she began she felt her body heating up, her nipples throbbing and her pussy getting soaked as her mind began to crave for something long, hard and throbbing.
She didn’t know why but every time she tried to give June a piece of her mind she found herself getting horny and quickly had to back off, and she had no idea why. All she knew is it was starting to get more serious every time, like the effects were stacking; it got more intense with every attempt.
It had gotten so bad it was starting to affect her work as well. She was finding herself losing concentration, she was mumbling her words and her writeups would often stray to light fantasy.
She was starting to act like her stupid, incompetent, secretary; she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed some help.
Whenever her mind began to wander towards smut and she put a face to the hard cock that swirled around her fantasies it always came back to the same person, Dean, the last man she had seen before she began to feel so weird.
He’d left a card for her with his details so that she could ring him if she needed any assistance. She couldn’t rely on her useless assistant so she had to ring him herself.
“It’s an emergency, come quickly,” she told him before slamming the phone down, feeling too aroused to carry on with her work without assistance. She needed his help now.
Dean’s arrival came later than she wanted. She had hoped he’d be up in a flash and yet it took him around half an hour to finally get himself into her office.
“Sorry I’m late,” he started, closing the door behind him but before he could even bother thinking up some fake excuse he heard a clatter as Roxanne pushed a whole array of clutter from her desk.
Being left waiting had only built her lust levels up even higher. Her pussy was throbbing, she’d pounced straight onto her desk on her back, her legs spread open as her dripping slit was on display; her lack of uniform meaning there was no physical barrier between the two of them.
“I don’t care just come over here,” she cried out in obvious heat, “I need your fat dick inside of me. Don’t tell anybody about this but I need you to fuck me now!”
Dean grinned as it was all coming together. When he was making some changes to the database and as a result her body he also made sure to add in an additional note to take care of those problems which June was complaining about.
Whenever she got heated and tried to take action she would instead find herself becoming horny and as was clearly on display it had worked a treat. June hadn’t been harassed for days now and Roxanne was clearly deep in need of some sex.
He sighed as he began to strip down from his work clothes, “Well if you insist, I’ll have to help you out I suppose.”
When he finally got down to his bottom and pulled them off to reveal what he had hiding below her jaw dropped as her eyes locked onto the hard slab of meat which exposed itself, still modified by the reprogramming treatment to make it a huge monster of a cock.
The one she had been seeing in her fantasies wasn’t even as big as that. She found her eyes wandering up and down the shaft like she wanted to confirm it was no illusion; it was not.
“What the hell is that thing?” she said in shock, starting to drool lightly at the fantasy turned reality.
“Yeah I’m big, I know. You’re not backing off now are you?”
She didn’t really have a choice, she was so damn horny she’d have begged for him no matter what he’d have pulled out of his slacks. However this ticked all the right boxes for her as she shook her head and moaned like a horny slut, only spreading her legs further to draw attention to her dripping honey pot.
“No, fuck me, fuck me right now. That’s an order,” she squealed, all this making her more excited as he made his approach, hard cock standing erect.
He kissed the tip of his fat cockhead into her juicy pussy lips, making her squeal out in ecstasy as he slowly began to sink his throbbing meat pole into her velvety soft insides, giving her the pleasure her body had been crying out for.
Her back arched as her body tingled, writhing in bliss as her tightness was spread open to accommodate the size of that girthy dick, her eyelids fluttering as she melted into a sea of overwhelming pleasure.
Dean’s fat cock seemed to hit all the write buttons, it seemed to reach all her most sensitive spots, not that there was any part of her which didn’t feel sensitive right now, and he hadn’t even started thrusting yet. The moment he began to work his hips forward and back she slowly felt herself going crazy.
“Yes!” she moaned out with a heavy, long, drawn out slur in her exotic accent, the gurgle of drool in her mouth making it hard to punctuate herself elegantly as he began to rock forward and back, making her entire desk creak from the force of his body working like a jackhammer, thrusting into her needy loins.
She curled her hands back over her own head, fingers wrapping down into the edge of her desk as she released all manner of squealing, groaning, lustful cries of blissful euphoria. She could feel her entire body tingling, the butterflies in full motion. He was going to drive her to orgasm!
It came through her like a shockwave, her entire body tensing as a rush of absolutely sexual ecstasy raced over her, a wave of pleasure going from head to toe, bathing her every inch in the tingling sensation.
Juices sq
uirted out in a frenzied gush, marking his body and her office with her womanly needs in a messy showing. She’d masturbated countless times since she started to feel this lust but had never been able to feel a release even close to that. She could feel her mind going numb.
“That was pretty impressive,” Dean commented as he looked down at her, face burned up red as she panted heavily, chest heaving and tongue hanging out, “Is that all you wanted or…”
“No!” she cried out through her ragged breaths, “I still need more. More, more! Fuck me until I can’t feel my legs anymore!”
Of course they weren’t done yet. She’d been backed up, she’d been accumulating these needs for almost a week. One explosive orgasm wasn’t going to be enough to offset her feelings, she needed a full demolition treatment.
