Back at Starrware

Custom Girls was doing a good job of making me look forward to work. Karen asked me yesterday to come in early and I was actually okay with that. Early meant more time messing with her. I opened Custom Girls once I parked Cat’s car, burning some time before I had to go in.

+12 Daily Gems

Sign-In Bonus! +7 Gems. Keep it up!

87/100 Gems

I hadn't modified Karen in a while and I kinda missed it. I had no real plans but I missed my first Custom Girl. But what should I do? That was the question. You know what, might as well continue what I started.

Cup size increase: 7 gems (currently H cup)

Bought.

Cup size increase: 9 gems (currently I cup)

Bought.

Cup size increase: 11 gems (currently J cup)

Bought.

60/100 Gems

All together I spent 27 gems and put her up to a K cup. That fully spent my daily gems plus some. That was okay though. I had hit a new achievement that earned me back some gems.

Invest One-Hundred Gems Into a Single Custom Girl: 102/100 +2 Daily Gems Unlocked! +16 Retroactive Gems!

Invest Two-Hundred Gems Into a Single Custom Girl: 102/200 +4 Daily Gems.

76/100 Gems

I could stop there, I was only down a couple gems, but there was another achievement I wanted.

Achievement: Upgrade Ten Customizations 8/10. 15 gem reward

I could just buy some random customizations for cheap but that wasn't as interesting. Alternatively, I could grab something cool that got me closer to that “use all customizations” achievement. In the end, I decided to splurge. I was worried about hitting the gem cap and I could only postpone the 60 gem reward for the orgasms achievement for so long. I went to the ass tab and scrolled.

Double ass sensitivity once per rank: 4 gems/rank.

If I grabbed it twice I'd multiply her sensitivity by four times. But I didn't want to just do that. I wanted to spike that sensitivity.

(Double ass sensitivity once per rank: 4 gems/rank) x7 ranks

Total cost: 28 Gems

I made her ass one-hundred-twenty-eight times more sensitive by my math. I don't even know what that MEANS to be honest. I had to test it though. But first, I had to check my achievements.

Achievement: Upgrade Ten Customizations 14/10. 15 gems unlocked!
Achievement: Upgrade Fifteen Customizations 14/20. 20 gem reward

Use all customization categories: 6/9 +2 daily gems.

63/100 Gems

Well, I made most of my money back. I could do more to Karen, but I had already done a lot to her and I didn't want her to get suspicious. Still, I need one more thing from Karen. So I went under Mind to grab it.

Target allows people to grope, slap, and grab her without consequence: 6 gems.

57/100 Gems

This would let me check that sensitivity without getting launched through a wall. After that, I got out of my car and went into the office building. I wanted to turn awareness on but I waited until the elevator let me off on the top floor. That way Karen wouldn't freak about her new assets and run away like last time.

Karen looked hilarious, but also hot. Well, she always looked hot, but usually she was this confident hot. Ready to scold you for not paying attention to her intelligent ideas over her ample assets. Here, she had much less of this confidence. She wore on her face that she didn't know what was going on, and was concerned about it.

I could tell Karen had gone shopping for new clothes. Rather than her typical form-fitting but tailored tops, she wore a much baggier shirt. Well, it was baggy everywhere but her chest. There it was holding on for dear life despite her clearly just buying it a couple days ago to fit her expanded chest. Her new oversized white turtleneck had failed and she was back to square one.

The rest of her outfit was much more sensible by comparison. She wore a black skirt that went down past about halfway to her knees and paired it with beige pantyhose and sensible brown heels.

I wore a burgundy pantsuit I raided from Lois’s closet the previous night. It was loose in the chest area and tight in the rear. I couldn't remember the last time I wore pants to work. I didn't like doing it but I was trying something new.

“Good morning, Daniella,” Karen said when she saw me. She was clearly perturbed by the new events that were going on. “Thank you for coming.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “What's up?”

“I've been thinking of our situation,” Karen said. She got up from behind her desk and walked in front of it. She sat down on the edge of the desk but then quickly stood up like she had sat down on a hot plate. “I really do want you to have a more involved role in the company—”

“Now,” I said. Karen closed her eyes and nodded.

“Yes, now.” She walked from the front of the desk back around to behind it before sitting down. She seemed to sit down too fast because again she bounced right back up. “There's a tech conference this weekend in California. People from all over the industry will be there. I want you to come. As my number two. I'll cover your travel fees, your hotel and food, heck I'll even buy your outfits if you need something to wear. Just please say yes.”

“Sure,” I said. I threw my hands up.

“Really?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” I reassured. “But under one condition.”

“Oh. What is it?” Karen asked.

“You give me your schedule. I wanna know what the life of a CEO is like.” I said.

“Okay, but I'll warn you, it's rarely accurate given how hectic this job can be,” Karen said.

“That's okay, I just need a baseline,” I said.

“Then deal,” Karen said, and we shook on it.

I spent much of the morning trying to avoid staring at Karen. It was really hard. Heck, I was really hard. I wanted to slap her ass so bad but I didn't want her to be suspicious of me given I was the common denominator between all the weirdness she had been experiencing. Instead, I had someone else be the test dummy. I went up to a coworker named Chuck for this. First though, I turned on awareness for her sensitivity. That way, other people could see what I saw when it happened.

“Hey Chuck,” I said.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I'll give you three bucks to slap Ms. Starr’s ass, right now.” I said.

“Why don't you just do it?” He asked. Okay, so the grope customization definitely worked because no one would respond that way normally.

“Because I want you to do it. Now are you going to take the three bucks or not?” I asked.

“Hmmm, sure,” Chuck said. We shook on it, and he walked up to Karen. She currently had her back turned to us. He pulled up her skirt, which revealed her red panties. She turned around in surprise but with a hand he turned her back to facing the desk she was in front of, then pushed her down so that her ass stuck out.

“Chuck, what are you doing?” Karen asked, surprised she couldn't move.

Chuck didn't answer. Instead, he pulled his left hand back extremely far before bringing it crashing down against her left buttock. The outcome was glorious.

“Yeeeeee!” Karen shrieked. She twitched like a mad woman and once Chuck let go of her she slid off the desk and onto the floor.

“Wow,” Chuck said. He hadn't expected that reaction.

He walked back to me. I held up the bills and he took them.

“How did you know that would happen?” He asked. I had to choose my words carefully. Karen had super hearing and could tell if I was lying.

“I just wanted you to slap her,” I said.

I paid a couple other coworkers to slap or grope Karen throughout my day. I wanted her to get used to the new normal as quickly as possible and spread around the word that her ass was a goldmine for reactions. I just got an impromptu raise courtesy of her so it wasn't any skin off my back. I always made sure I did it as far away from her as I could—often going to other floors—to minimize her hearing me. If I couldn't catch it myself I would ask them to record it, another thing I wanted to normalize.

Even without my input I noticed a lot of people would grope Karen just because. It made sense. She was hot and they lived in the universe where she couldn't do anything about it. Slapping her ass though was just so much more fun. Right before we broke for lunch a couple of men decided to get into a line and just smack and smack and smack. It was only like three or four but as the line got started more and more added to it until like half of the office was just going to town on Karen. By the end of it she was rolling on the floor. Two guys had to hold her up to let the rest of the line finish up. I personally slapped her ass five times.

During lunch, I called up Cat. Last I left her I attached her leash to the ceiling to reduce her movement, then attached a stick-on dildo to the floor, giving her just enough slack that she could get it inside her but not enough to fuck herself with it. Lastly, I handcuffed her arms so she couldn't mess with the arrangement.

“Hey Kitty Cat,” I said.

“Hello Mistress,” Cat moaned.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Terrible,” Cat whined. “When are you coming homeeee?”

“After work, I told you Kitty Cat.” I said.

“But that's so long away!” She said.

“My my my, someone is being selfish,” I said. “Maybe I won't be in the mood when I come home.”

“No, no no! I'm sorry Mistress!” Cat said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thought so.” I said. “Now make yourself useful. I need you to book a trip to California for yourself this weekend.”

“Booking a trip that short notice’ll be pricey,” Cat said.

“Bitch, I know you have that Cat co. money,” I said. “Now book the flight and tell Kara you want to meet up. I want to meet her.”

As a journalist, Cat was just as curious as her namesake. But she wasn't thinking like a journalist right now, she was thinking like a cat in heat. If she had any reservations, she didn't voice them. She just moaned and agreed.

I was so horny by the end of the day I had just about had it. I walked into Karen's office and locked the door. Then I turned off awareness for the blowjob hotkey and pressed the button. Now, I didn't know exactly how this would work. I hoped it wouldn't undo the awareness she had last time I pressed it, but I wasn't sure. I was so pent up I was willing to risk it, though.

Karen looked up from her paperwork with a puzzled look at me locking the door. Then her face went slack as I clicked the button. She got up and walked over to me. She dropped to her knees and undid my pants.

The blowjob was glorious. She put her all into it. She sucked like her life depended on it. And this time I could give my full attention to it rather than splitting it by filming.

Karen swirled her tongue around my cock a dozen times. She bobbed up and down in rhythm with an imaginary song. She went down to the base and back again, over and over again. Soon I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her off right before I came and spewed all over her.

“Oh God,” I slid down the door and collapsed in a heap. “That was so good.”

Karen just got up, wiped the cum off her face, and walked back to her desk. She grabbed her pen and went back to her work. I scrambled to my feet and pulled my panties back on.

“Karen,” I said.

“Uh-huh?” She said, not looking up from her paperwork.

“We’re still on for this weekend, right?” I asked. She looked up at me. I was still pulling my pants back up.

“I sure hope so,” She said. “What, did you get cold feet?”

“No, no,” I said. I tightened my belt. “I was just double-checking is all.” So I still had my in. That was nice. “I'm planning on buying the clothes I need for it tomorrow. Could I get the company card?”

“Sure.” Karen smiled. She wrote me a note to take down to financials so I could get the card. I thanked her and left.

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After work on Tuesday, Cat and I had to take care of something. Now that I had her so aroused from a day of nothing but bouncing on a dildo, she was practically in love with me from her “horniness equals attraction” customization. So, once I untied and uncuffed her, I gave her some water and took her on some errands.

For the first clothes I had Cat wear in four days, I grabbed some stuff I ordered online from some Etsy sex shops. Alongside her collar she had on a tight white crop top that said "Whore" embroidered in pink glitter and a matching white thong that said "Breed me" in pink glitter. To finish the look, I gave her thigh-high black boots with comically high heels and lots of straps.

It was in this outfit I sent Cat to the bank. I had her take out the max amount of money she could and give it to me. Then I sent her to the grocery store with a long list of items, many of which were suggestive, like cucumbers and bananas and whipped cream. Lastly, I had her go to a tech store and buy a bunch of equipment. It took a couple hours, but eventually she came back with everything I needed.

The moment I opened the door for her she put the bags down and embraced me with a large kiss.

“I accomplished my tasks, Mistress,” Cat said.

“And I thank you for that Kitty Cat,” I said. She pulled at my waistband.

“May I have my reward?” Cat asked. I slapped her hand away.

“First make dinner,” I said.

While Cat made dinner I checked out the achievements. I had made progress on a lot of them.

Achievement: Arouse Ten People 33/10. 3 gems unlocked!
Achievement: Arouse Twenty People 33/20. 3 gems unlocked!
Achievement: Arouse Thirty People 33/30. 3 gems unlocked!
Achievement: Arouse Forty People 33/40. 3 gems reward

Achievement: Cause Seventy-Five Orgasms: 66/75 45 gem reward

66/100 Gems

Between Karen at work and Cat's walk, I was arousing people left and right. This was starting to get out of my control. If I hit sixty orgasms now I'd be pushed over the hundred gems limit. I still have no idea what that would do. Still though, I wasn't prepared for that.

“Dinner's ready, Mistress,” Cat said. Cat brought out one of the fold-out tables and opened it in front of me. Then she placed down the vegetable stew and salad she made. “Please tell me how I did.”

I looked Cat up and down as she just stood there, watching me eat. She had her hands closed in front of her. She clearly was waiting for my approval. Her cooking was good. Not fantastic but not bad.

“It's good,” I said.

“Thank you Mistress,” Cat said.

After I finished dinner I went to take a shower. Cat tried to go in after me but I told her to clean up the kitchen. I didn't want to let her down, but I don't think we're having sex tonight. The orgasm count was at sixty-six out of seventy-five. That wasn't all me directly. The “cause” of an orgasm seemed pretty broad. If a guy masturbated to the thought of Cat in her slutwear did that count? Did every orgasm courtesy of Karen's new ass sensitivity count? Great if it did but I didn't have an idea on what to spend it on for tonight. I had Cat right where I wanted her. I didn't need to invest much more. No, I would save for my job tomorrow and that meant trying to minimize the chances I would hit seventy-five orgasms tonight. Cat wouldn't be happy but that was the funniest part. The longer I have her stew, the hornier she gets, and the hornier she gets, the more attracted to me she gets.

Once I got into my bathrobe, Cat tried to kiss all over me again. I took the kisses as I approached the living area. I took her down to the couch, getting on top of her. I handcuffed her, then I put a blindfold over her eyes.

“Ooo,” Cat said. “Kinky.”

I then clipped the handcuffs to the leash under the couch and her collar to the leash attached to the ceiling. Then I got up and stopped pinning her, walking to the bed.

“Wait,” Cat shook and tried to get out her bonds. “That's it? Mistress?” She shook again and again. “Please Mistress! I need you!”

“If you keep complaining I'm not fucking you tomorrow either,” I said as I got in bed. That shut her up.

I grabbed a book, turned out the lights, and turned on my desk lamp. I had been spending so much time on my phone, I was probably rotting away my brain. Time to do some mental exercise and read. Tomorrow I'd have time to play with my custom girls.

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Author's Note: I tried to get this done by midnight but computer issues meant I couldn't edit this in time. Tell me about any grammar errors or typos and any way you think the story should go. Maybe I'll incorporate it! Remember: if you like what I do, please support me on my ko-fi, https://ko-fi.com/camtheninja