Chases, powerplays and tit-squeezings

Gloria surveyed the room. There was Sophie, lying on the floor, breathing frantically. There was Lana, kneeling on the floor, stark naked, with my cum dripping down her face.

And there was me. With my dick out, waving in front of Lana’s cum-filled face, trying to look as innocent as I could.

Gloria wasn’t in a talkative mood. She quickly turned on her heel and ran out the door she came from.

“Stop!” I shouted after her.

She must have heard it. But it didn’t work. She just kept running.

My command didn’t work, despite her score being +53.

That must’ve meant I was in some deep doodoo now.

I zipped up so fast, I caught a few strands of Lana’s hair in the zipper. When I turned to go after Gloria, I accidentally dragged Lana down to the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Damn, sorry!”

I pulled her hair out of my zipper and got running again. I brushed past Sophie who looked like she was still zoning out. I guess too much all at once can do that.

I exited the basement. I could hear the clickety-clack of her high heels running up the stairs.

“Gloria, stop! Now!”

Nope. She wasn’t even slowing down.

I ran after her. I don’t know how many flights of stairs higher she was than me, but I had to catch her.

If she got so angry that she told her mother about this…

Let’s face it. My cover story with Maria was that I was so in love with Gloria that I would betray the FBI for her.

Me fucking Lana’s face while Sophie watched would put a serious question mark on that.

Jack, you’re a fucking dumbass! I knew Gloria was obsessed about me, of course she would try to find me on Monday! And of course she would search the basement, since I took her there once! I just wished I could catch her in time…

Then the clickety-clack suddenly ended. Gloria had exited the stairs to a floor. Which made sense, since she had reached our office floor.

Wait… Did I really just run all the way up to our floor? With my shitty physical condition?

I guess I was so worried that I didn’t even notice. Now that I did… I was sweating and huffing like a madman. But I still had to catch her.

At first glance, I saw nobody in our office spaces. And I didn’t hear anything either.

God damned. Did she already make it Maria’s office?

I ran to the hallway that led to Maria’s door. Nobody in sight.

But… Could she already be in there? I had to make sure.

I placed my ear on Maria’s door. No… I couldn’t really hear any talking. Just silence. Was it safe to assume Gloria wasn’t there?

Either way, it really wasn’t a good idea holding my ear next to Maria’s door for this long.

I searched everywhere. I couldn’t seem to find the darn girl.

I mean she had come up here, right? I followed her all the way!

Then again, where was everyone else for that matter?

Lana and Sophie were still in the basement… But what about Ulla? Surely she wasn’t taking another sick day?

And just then, I heard her muffled screaming from somewhere.

Yeah, it had to be Ulla. Only she had that certain type of screech.

It came from… Gretchen’s office?

That’s the one place I hadn’t checked yet. Was Gloria there?

Just to be safe, I placed my ear on Gretchen’s door as well.

“…but it’s unacceptable! He isn’t fit! He shouldn’t even be here anymore!”

Yeah, that was Ulla. She was in Gretchen’s office. And it wasn’t hard to imagine who she was talking about.

Gretchen answered something back, but her voice was too quiet for me to hear.

Was Gloria in there also? I had to find out. Fast.

And if they were talking about me… I think I deserved to join in as well.

I opened the door, and surveyed the situation. No. No Gloria. Damn. Ulla was leaning against Gretchen’s desk wearing her usual scowl. And it only got scowlier once she saw me. Gretchen… wasn’t wearing her usual outfit.

She had on a baggy red sweater, that successfully hid the outlines of her body. Definitely not her usual look.

That led me to only one conclusion. The transformation app had done its work well. And Gretchen didn’t feel like letting anyone see the results.

Neither of them looked particularly happy to see me. Now, I could’ve just left and kept searching for Gloria… But Ulla was clearly disparaging me here. I couldn’t just let that stuff fly.

I walked to the middle of the room in the suspenseful silence.

“So… what’s going on here then?”

Ulla got up and looked at me with fierce determination.

“None of your business. Get out.”

I turned my head to my short-haired ****. “Gretchen?”

She twiddled her fingers a bit nervously, but couldn’t avoid answering me.

“Ulla- Ulla doesn’t think you should be the next editor.”

“Hey! Gretchen, what the Hell? This was a private conversation!” Ulla confronted Gretchen angrily.

“Oh really? Why not?” I asked casually.

Ulla turned to me, this time walking right up to my face.

“You know why, you fu… you pig. You don’t deserve the position, and you know it.”

“Huh. If not me, who then?”

Ulla just stared at me.

“Surely you don’t mean yourself? Really?”

“…Yeah, why not? I’ve done monumental work here at this magazine. It’s my pieces that still get the most clicks, and cause people to see the huge amounts of male toxicity that’s polluting every workplace! Even this one, by just you alone! I’m the best and most deserving of the position, I can really take this magazine in a brand new direction!”

“Yeah, you know why your articles get the most clicks? They are perfect trollbaits with your laughable headlines like ’10 outfits that still support patriarchy’. People don’t share them out of interest, but out of anger.”

“Yes they do, asshole! And at least I get people talking!”

“Yeah, about how shitty our magazine is. You can forget about that stuff. I’m the editor now, and if you bring that shit to my table, I’m throwing it into the trash.”

Ulla turned quickly to Gretchen. “Do you hear, what he’s saying, Gretchen? Are you really okay with promoting this monster to any authoritative position?”

Gretchen stayed quiet. She was very probably agreeing with Ulla, but didn’t dare saying it out loud. She just stared at her table.

“You see? Gretchen knows.” I smirked. Time to really turn the screws in her head. “Let’s just face it. I’m more capable for the job, because I’m a man.”

I don’t think it was possible for Ulla’s eyes to go wider.

“E- Ex- Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

“Yeah. You know it too, don’t you? Men are just better editors. And writers. And every single other thing too. That’s just nature’s law. If the magazine is going to flourish, the job needs a man.”

I was going to take full advantage of the first upgrade I ever bought.

“No… No, that’s just… Who the fuck would actually.. believe that!”

“It really is too bad…” I said, as I inched closer to her.

Then, I did something she couldn’t have expected.

I placed my hands on her tits, and gave both of them a good, meaty squeeze.

Ulla was too shocked to act or say anything.

She just gasped, not really believing this moment to be real.

I think even Gretchen backed away in terror.

Ulla’s face had that lovely crimson blush again.

“…if you weren’t born with these honkers, then perhaps you could’ve been fit for the job.”

I gave her tits another, full squeeze. I knew I had only seconds before I would feel an almighty slap on my face. Or a kick in my balls.

Might as well lean into it.

“Oh, are you by chance thinking about slapping me? Here, let me help you,” I said as I turned my cheek to her. Her face was burning with anger. “Of course, if you do, I’ll come by in the evening again. I assume Henrika is home?”

Ulla was fuming with impotent rage. She smacked my hands off her tits, and was damn near ready to continue it with a slap on my face, but her hand wouldn’t obey her. She gritted her teeth for a few more seconds, and then she marched out of the office slamming the door behind her. Really loudly.

My little nurse Slutmuffin was developing beautifully.

I turned to Gretchen. It was clear she wasn’t a fan of what just happened there. She still hated my guts, but all she could do was give me a disapproving stare.

“J—Master, I…”

“Shut up. I have to take care of something.”

I didn’t forget about Gloria. If I wasn’t going to catch her, I had only one choice left. To text her.

“Come to me at once. We need to talk. This is an order.”

I just hoped she hadn’t thrown away her phone in anger or something like that. If she read that, and was in a calmer state of mind… I could still fix the damage that was done. I think.

Gretchen was still waiting for her turn to talk.

Maybe enough of the hatred for now? It was fun to test, but it might be problematic right now. Was it 24 hours already?

Yes, it was. I navigated to her relationship editor, and switched the “Artificial state” back to “natural state”.

Yeah, I know. Why I didn’t just put all of her settings to a 100 right away, and make her a completely devoted ****?

First of all, there was no sport in that. No sense of achievement. I probably couldn’t enjoy it all that much. That didn’t mean I couldn’t do that at some point in some fun scenarios, but when I wasn’t playing around, I’d rather keep her this way. Besides, I still had no idea what she would be like under those settings. She might go so insane and blow my cover to smithereens. I needed to test those things in safe conditions.

And lastly… Why did this “natural state” exist in the first place? Why did the app give me that option? Perhaps… Achieving a 100 in any of these sliders naturally, gave you some secret rewards? I had no idea if that was the case, but then again, why not? Not that I needed any more perks with Gretchen, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t interested to know if that was the case.

I clicked apply, and enjoyed watching the mood change on Gretchen’s face.

That’s right bitch, you love me again.

The scowl disappeared and was replaced by her now-usual soft expression. Like she was shy to be around me or something. Which was always cute.

“Speak.”

“Oh… oh… Right, …master…” This time there was a loving refrain to that word, and a beautiful smile to go along with it. I hoped her mind could still handle all these sudden changes. “I… it’s… really weird, but… my…”

“Your tits grew two cup sizes?”

Gretchen was a bit shocked that I knew, but nodded meekly.

“Let’s see them.”

Gretchen didn’t hesitate taking off her sweater and bra. She probably expected me to ask for that.

Yes, these were definitely an improvement.

I placed my hands on them, and felt their soft, warm squishiness. The app was truly a miracle.

“Did Ulla notice these?”

“No.. I don’t think so, master…” Gretchen moaned with her eyes closed as I fondled her oversized mammaries.

Yeah… They could be even bigger. Easily.

Calm down, Jack. Jesus Christ. Play it safe.

“Did you notice any change in your ass as well?”

“What? …no?”

Yeah, understandable. It was just a small change. I kinda wanted to see that right now… But I knew that would only lead to me bending Gretchen over and fucking her like an animal on her own desk. I still had more important stuff I needed to do right now.

“Anyway, don’t worry about it. These tits really fit your body.”

“But… It… How…”

“Hey. That’s an order. Don’t worry about it.”

“….okay, master.”

As I finally let go of my living sexdoll, after a couple of more pinches and squeezes, that really made me think about a couple of more questions. Like big, fundamental questions.

Theoretically, I could just tell her about my app. At +100 she had my full trust. She couldn’t betray me no matter what I ever did. I could let her know about every single thing I had done since getting the app.

But it was one of those things. The moment I told her, I could never take it back again. Did I enjoy the fact she had no idea how all these changes had happened to her? That she just suddenly, completely submitted to me in a matter of weeks?

Yes I did. It was fun.

I think I would rather live with her ever not knowing. If she knew… it would somehow make our relationship more artificial. She probably wouldn’t even get that angry, she would just be happy to know that there was a reason for the way she acted. I somehow loved the idea of making her to think that all of this just happened naturally for her. That she herself submitted to the man she hated, only by her own decisions. That she had only herself to blame. Never knowing I cheated in life.

And I definitely didn’t want to tell her about all the other women. I mean I’m sure she had her suspicions, but they were just that. Suspicions. I’d let her know about my other conquests when the time was right. When I could make it most fun.

But..

The more I thought about what my near-future plans were… There were things she needed to know about. The sooner the better.

“Gretchie-pet. Put your sweater back on. I have important business to talk with you.”

She did as was told. I sat down.

How to even start this?

I better just say it as plainly as I can.

“Well… A week ago… I was tied to a chair. For a whole night. And I damn near died.”

Gretchen gasped.

“Oh my God! What, how? I had no idea! I could’ve… I…”

“Chill. It’s over now. But you need to know this. The one who did that to me was…”

PING!

A message? Was it Gloria, finally?

…No, it wasn’t Gloria.

It was Maria.

“My office, now.”