Chapter 13: A Step Too Far

Our new lives had snapped into place with the brutal, beautiful efficiency of a well-oiled machine. Nexus Creative was no longer a dream; it was a reality, a sprawling, sun-drenched office space on the fourteenth floor with a view that could make a man believe he was king of the world.

We’d been ruthless. Sarah, with a cool, surgical precision, had identified the most lucrative, least loyal clients from our old firms. Then, armed with our new powers, we’d moved in. It was laughably easy. Dave would butter them up, then I’d walk into a meeting as Alexa, my hypnotic tits doing most of the negotiating. Sierra, with a single, well-placed swallow, could possess a key decision-maker for just long enough to sign a new contract. By Friday, our roster was stacked, our future was secure, and the small, carefully vetted team of designers and account managers we’d hired were already hard at work, completely oblivious to the fact that their bosses were literal succubi.

The work for the Matron had become a side hustle, a thrilling, high-stakes game we played in the evenings. With our combined powers, the challenges were almost trivial. Tier 4, the ‘Corruptor’ tier, had turned out to be less of a moral minefield and more of an exhilarating puzzle.

55 Influence: Seduce a man and record a sex tape with him without his knowledge.

The sex tape had been Sierra’s masterpiece. We’d targeted a sleazy hedge fund manager at a charity gala. I’d lured him back to his hotel room, my hypnotic tits holding him in a state of blissful, suggestible compliance while Sierra, a silent, emerald-green phantom, set up a series of hidden cameras. He’d never even noticed them, his entire world narrowed to the magnificent, gravity-defying globes I was pressing against his face.

60 Influence: Have unprotected sex with a new man who believes you are on birth control.

The unprotected sex challenge was a simple, dirty lie. A handsome, slightly naive tech bro at a rooftop bar. “Don’t worry,” Alexa had purred, her voice a low, reassuring murmur against his ear. “I’m on the pill.” He’d cum inside me with a grateful, triumphant roar, and I’d slipped out before he even had time to ask my name. It was cold, efficient, and paid a cool sixty Influence.

70 Influence: Sleep with a new man in a position of authority (police officer, judge, your direct boss) in exchange for a tangible favor.

The authority figure challenge had been the most audacious. We’d been pulled over for a minor traffic violation, a burned-out taillight on my car. The cop, a stern, by-the-book officer with a jaw so square it looked like it had been carved from granite, was about to write us a ticket. It didn’t take much for me to seduce him.

It was almost too easy. Our Influence had ballooned, soaring back up past 1,500 in just a few days. Which was handy because I’d agreed to earn enough influence for a line the others had asked me to add to the book. Dave and Sarah didn’t feel comfortable as “partners” unless I stipulated that changes to them in the book required them to underline it for it to work. It was quite costly 1,000 influence, but the others agreed it was worth it considering it would cost me 10,000 influence to reverse. I thought it was overkill, but I understood it. 10,000 influence was quite out of reach even at these higher earning rates, and it gave them an assurance that they wouldn’t be messed with without their consent.

Which brought us to now. The three of us, Alex, Dave, and Sarah, were gathered in my new, spacious corner office, the door closed, the blinds drawn. Our small team of employees were out in the main area, their keyboards clattering away, the sound a distant, reassuring hum of legitimate business. We were having a “special meeting” about a new, high-profile “client,” a shell company Sarah had created to funnel the first of our laundered millions into the business.

“Okay, so what now?” Dave asked, leaning back in one of the plush visitor chairs, his feet propped up on my new, ridiculously expensive mahogany desk. “We just… wait? Chill here for a few months until we can spend some serious cash? I already bought myself a new PS5 and an OLED TV with the allowance you’re giving me, but I want a new car. A BMW.”

I laughed, a low, satisfied rumble in my chest. “Yeah, we could just chill… or…”

“We could do another heist,” Sarah finished, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. “And earn more Influence. We have time.”

“Speaking of Influence,” Dave said, his eyes lighting up. “Surely we have enough for some more upgrades.”

“We do,” I admitted, the thought a familiar, intoxicating hum in my veins. “Any ideas?”

Sarah stood up, her movements fluid and confident, and walked over to the large window, closing the vertical blinds with a series of sharp, decisive clicks, plunging the room into a dim, conspiratorial twilight. “Yeah,” Dave said, a wicked, hungry glint in his eyes. “I got a few…”

A sharp, polite knock echoed from the office door, making all three of us jump. I walked to the blinds, peeking through a small gap. “Oh, it’s okay,” I said, turning back to them. “It’s for me.”

They both looked confused, but before they could ask, I pulled open the door.

“Hey guys, this is my new assistant. Meet…”

“Claire?” Dave finished the sentence for me, his voice a strangled, incredulous squeak.

She stood in the doorway, a vision in a skintight pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse that was straining heroically against the impossible, magnificent swell of her double-H breasts. Her lips, plumped into a perfect, bee-stung pout, were a glossy, vibrant shade of pink.

“Hiya, Dave!” she chirped, her voice a breathy, airheaded purr. She gave him a little wave, her eyes wide and shining with a blissful, vacant innocence. He was so stunned, he could barely manage a weak, pathetic wave back.

Sarah just stared, her brow furrowed in a sharp, analytical frown, her eyes doing a quick, professional scan of Claire’s impossible figure.

“I just wanted to let you know that the catering for the luncheon has been confirmed, Alex,” Claire said, her voice a sweet, melodic chime. She walked over to my desk, her new, massive ass swaying with a hypnotic, exaggerated rhythm. She placed a folder on the desk, then, with a casual, almost absentminded motion, she grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly against her breast. A low, guttural moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaped her lips. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “I needed that.”

“Hey,” I said, my voice a little too sharp as I snatched my hand back, a hot flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. “Not in front of people, remember?”

“Yes, sorry, master… I mean, Alex. Oops!” she giggled, a high, tinkling sound. She gave a little curtsy and then she scurried out of the room, leaving a thick, charged silence in her wake.

Dave was the first to speak. He turned to me, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe, horror, and a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated confusion. “Master?”

“Yeah,” Sarah chimed in, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression a cold, hard mask of disapproval. “What the fuck was that, Alex?”

“Look,” I said, trying for a casual, dismissive tone that didn’t quite land. “She needed a job, so I thought she’d make a great assistant. Anyway, where were we?”

“Dude, I don’t remember Claire having a body like that,” Dave said, completely ignoring my attempt to change the subject. He gestured wildly with his hands, outlining a cartoonish hourglass figure in the air. “What the fuck did you do to her? Those boobs… that ass… her face! I barely recognized her at first with the bigger lips and the… everything!”

Before I could answer, Sarah jumped in, her voice a low, dangerous growl. “Who the fuck is Claire?”

“She’s this girl Alex has been casually dating for a while now,” Dave explained, his initial shock already giving way to a morbid, gossipy curiosity. Sarah raised an eyebrow. “And she looked more normal last time I saw her!” Dave insisted. “And she wasn’t calling Alex master.”

“Explain,” Sarah commanded.

A hot wave of defensive anger washed over me. “Whoa, whoa, I was just having a little fun, okay?”

“Did you tell her about us?” Sarah pressed.

“No!” I said. “Of course not. I told her I had… magic potions. I used the book to make it so that when she drinks from the potions, she changes.”

“You used our Influence on her?!” Dave yelped.

“Hey, buddy, it’s my Influence,” I shot back. “And yes, but it wasn’t a lot.”

“Did she consent to this?” Sarah asked. Her voice was dangerously quiet.

“Yes!”

“What, she consented to becoming a ditzy bimbo?”

Dave looked skeptical. “Look, let me explain,” I said. “I made it so this ‘potion’ would transform her into a bimbo for twenty-four hours. I just wanted some enhanced sex.” I looked at Sarah. “Come on, you get it. Since fucking me, has it been hard to go back to regular sex?”

She let out a short laugh. “Well, I haven’t needed to. Now sex for me is either an enhanced version as Sierra with a guy, or it’s with a girl, fucking her with my new penis.”

“Yes, yes, but imagine going back to regular sex with a girl,” I pressed.

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, but that doesn’t give you the right to just change people like this.”

“Also, I haven’t had enhanced sex as the real me!” Dave piped up. “I want something now!”

I ignored him and focused on Sarah. “Look, she spent a day as this bimbo version, and when she changed back, she was completely herself again.”

“A still slightly altered version of herself,” Sarah corrected.

“Yeah, but that’s minor stuff, you know what I mean,” I said dismissively. “She had her mind back. She wasn’t a ditzy bimbo.”

“So why did she look like that?” Dave asked.

“Well,” I said. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across my face. “I gave her a choice. I said she could continue to live her life as regular Claire, or she could take another potion that makes it permanent. She asked for one that was a little more toned down in the face department, but she said she couldn’t go back, not after experiencing the bliss of life like that. Here, I’ll show you.” I buzzed the intercom on my desk. “Claire, can you come in here for a second?”

She entered a moment later, a bright, vacant smile on her face. “Yes, Alex?”

“Tell them how you became like this,” I said.

“Oh, okay!” she chirped. “Well, Alex, who is, like, the most handsome and smartest man in the entire world, gave me, like, a choice. And I totally took it! It feels, like, so incredible. I love it so much!” She turned back to me and thanked me, then grabbed my hand and guided it to her ass. She let out a soft, contented moan. “Not in front of people, remember,” I said.

“Whoopsie!” she giggled. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.

I turned back to them with a smug look. “See?”

But their faces were masks of cold fury. “That wasn’t a choice, you idiot,” Sarah said.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like giving a person a free sample of heroin and then saying it’s their choice for becoming a **** addict,” she snapped. “She was probably riding some high when she accepted it. She probably didn’t know what she was getting into!”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I made an antidote and gave it to her.” I held up the book, showing them the already-underlined entry. If Claire Corbin drinks from a specific red vial, the bimbo transformation is permanently cancelled. “It cost two hundred and fifty Influence,” I added.

Dave’s eyes widened. “Two hundred and fifty?! Are you fucking kidding me? We could have used that!”

“Well, the original one was twenty-five, and we all know undoing one costs ten times,” I shot back. “But I figured this way, she can change back whenever she wants.”

“You idiot,” Sarah said again. “She doesn’t want to change back. She doesn’t even understand what’s happening. She doesn’t know any better now.”

“You’re acting like I’m horrible!” I said, my voice rising. “I’ve improved her life! I’ve been a plain woman, and I’ll take being a sexy, horny Alexa any day over the plain, flat-chested Alexa.”

“You get to take off the Alexa costume!” Sarah shouted back. “Claire can’t!”

The argument devolved from there. Accusations and recriminations flew across the office.

Finally, I’d had enough. I stood up, my chair scraping back with a harsh sound. “Fuck you both,” I said. I stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me, leaving them in a stunned, angry silence.

I walked out into the main office space, my mind a raging inferno. They didn’t get it. They didn’t understand the power, the temptation. I grabbed a seat at an empty hot desk and tried to cool off. I needed a release. I needed to unwind. My first thought was Claire, her new, eager body. But no, the thought of her now was just a reminder of the fight. I wanted to be fucked. As Alexa.

My mind flashed to Sarah, to her hot, hard cock filling me up. But that was off the table now. I looked around the office. My gaze landed on Peter, a young, handsome designer we’d poached from our old firm. He was cute, I guess, but it was hard to tell with my straight male mind. With a dick inside me… maybe he’d be hot.

But how? I couldn’t just walk up to him as Alexa and command him to grope my tits. It would draw too much attention. If only there was another way. A more subtle way.

I looked down at the book in my lap. I still had Influence to spend. A lot of it. And they had pissed me off. They thought it was their Influence, but it wasn’t. It was mine. When they apologized, maybe I’d let them have access to it again. But for now… I wanted a new power. A new toy. Just for me.

I stood up and walked to the empty conference room, closing the blinds with a sharp snap. I slid the ring onto my finger. My male clothes were suddenly tight and constricting on my new, feminine frame. It didn’t matter. I needed to be Alexa for this. I opened the book and began to write.

When Alexa Winters kisses a person, they will believe the next thing she says for 10 minutes. This power has a 12-hour cooling-off period per person. 89

Eighty-nine Influence. Perfect. But I wasn’t done.

When a person sees Alexa Winters’ naked breasts, they become so intensely in love with her that they will do anything she asks. The effects last for 1 hour, and the power has a 24-hour cooling-off period per person. 378

It was a steep price, but it was worth it. For the first time, I would have a power that was truly mine. I underlined both sentences.

I looked down at my tight, constricting shirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, I undid the top few buttons, just enough to offer a glimpse of the magnificent cleavage that lay beneath. Then I strolled back out into the main office.

I walked right up to Peter’s desk. “Hey, Peter,” I purred. “You got a sec?”

He looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh, Alexa. Didn’t know you were in today.” The employees all knew Alexa, Sierra, and Daisy, the three mysterious, impossibly sexy ‘angel investors’ who had funded the company. It was the perfect cover.

“Oh, yeah, just got in,” I said, leaning against his desk. “Had a meeting with Sarah and Alex just then, but…” I leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste peck on the cheek. “You have a meeting right now with me in the conference room,” I said.

I pulled back. For a second, he just stared at me, confused. Then he blinked. “Oh, shit, you’re right!” he exclaimed. “How did I forget that? Uhhh, shit, sorry, Alexa, one second.” He grabbed his laptop and they walked toward the conference room. The power worked perfectly.

Once inside, he looked around at the drawn blinds. “So, uhhh, what’s this meeting about again? I forgot. And why are the blinds closed? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, Peter,” I said. A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. “I just wanted to show you something.” I started to unbutton my shirt.

He averted his eyes. A hot blush crept up his neck. “Uhhh, what are you doing?”

“It’s okay, Peter,” I whispered. “I need you to look.”

He cautiously peeked one eye open. The moment his gaze fell upon my bare breasts, he froze. His mouth fell open. He just stared, mesmerized. Then he blinked, and he looked up at my face. His own expression was transformed.

“What are you thinking, Peter?” I asked.

“I think…” he began, his voice a reverent whisper. “I think I never realized how perfect you are. You are just… the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Oh my god.”

He approached me and dropped to his knees. “You’re like a goddess. Alexa… I think… I’ve never felt like this. I think I’m in love with you. I will do anything for you.”

I smiled. “Oh, yes, good, Peter. But call me master, not Alexa.”

“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with devotion. “Anything, master.”

“So when you say anything,” I tested, “what if I told you to give me your car and your home?”

“Yes, of course, anything!”

I smiled. “It’s okay. That was just a test.” I couldn’t believe it. This power… it was intoxicating. This man was truly, completely mine. At least for the next hour.

“For now,” I said, my voice dropping to a low growl, “I just want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

His brain short-circuited. It was a dream come true. He started stripping, his movements frantic, clumsy.

We were both naked now. I pointed to the massive, polished conference table. “Take me on the desk,” I commanded.

He climbed on top. The moment he entered me, I felt it. The attraction. The wave of pure, unadulterated lust. Fuck, yes. I looked at him, really looked at him, and I was right. He was hot. He was actually pretty fucking hot. I loved this feeling, this temporary, intoxicating attraction. I loved knowing that, for now, he was mine. The same way Claire was Alex’s. This… this was unreal. I was a goddess. I was unstoppable.

He fucked me with a raw, **** intensity, a man possessed. I screamed, I moaned, I begged him to go harder, faster, deeper, my own pleasure amplified by the sheer, intoxicating power of having brought this man so completely and utterly to his knees. Thank god we’d soundproofed the room.

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