Day 3: Reconnected

Tick tock... Tick tock... Tick tock... The minutes passed, feeling increasingly long and tedious for Erika. It had only been half an hour since she arrived, but she was already on the verge of despair.

"Shit, shit, shit... grrrr... just... just work... mmm... work and don't think... don't think about Victor!"

Of course, it was much easier said than done; his face, his squeaky voice, and his unmistakable tin-tin grin were constantly running through her mind like a movie on repeat.

Every time she tried to put his figure aside to work, she saw something that **** her to remember him, added to the incessant waves of pleasure her enhanced breasts gave her.

"Oooh, Victor... mmmm... I so want to see you!"

Both breasts had become true erogenous zones. All it took was a light brush against the desk or a casual touch of her hands for surges of lust to **** her without mercy.

This **** her to use her egg-shaped vibrator at full power, trying to relieve her uncontrolled libido. Her work became less important in pursuit of her own pleasure; her need was so great that she threw the papers on the desk to the floor.

"Ahhhh... more, more... she needed something harder... AHHHHHHH"

Even though the vibrator was pounding her fiercely, an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness remained inside Erika, as if her vaginal hunger demanded another tool. She quickly searched her bag for a new toy, then another, and another.

“OOOOOH... It's not enough... OOOOOH... I WANT SOMETHING MORE... AHHHHHHH”

After 20 minutes, she had already played with all the toys she'd just bought, but none of them managed to fill that huge void within her. Although, deep down, she knew exactly what she needed... or who.

“Mmmmm... OOOOOH... When will that useless guy arrive?... AHHHHHHH... I should... I should scold him.”

Knock knock knock knock.

Similar to the day before, the sound of the door brought Erika out of her “hard work.” Her heart rate shot up to a thousand miles an hour at the same time that her vaginal lips contracted, anxious for the possible visitor.

“Uhh... mmm... Who... Who is it?” she asked, trying ineffectively to contain her gasps.

"Oh... it's Victor Vasquez, I think... I think you sent for me," came the shrill voice of her employee on the other end.

«IT'S HIM! HE'S HERE!... okay, Erika. GET A HEAD OVER... don't lose your mind, remember who you are, a successful woman who... who... is dying to sleep with your employee... mmmm»

The director's chaotic mind was hanging by a fine thread; it was almost impossible for her to discern which of her thoughts were genuine and which weren't.

"Then I can come in," Victor's voice once again brought her back to reality.

"Oh, sure, sorry, Victor's coming in."

Time seemed to pass slowly as the door opened. Erika gripped her seat furiously to keep from jumping off the desk and also bit her lip to keep from screaming in excitement.

Then everything stopped. Her slender body arrived at her office with the typical submissive expression most of her employees wore in her presence, but this time she hid a faint smile. As soon as her blue eyes swept over her subordinate, a genuine revolution struck her changed body.

«HE'S MY MAN... THE BEING THAT WILL FILL THE VOID IN MY PUSSY... I NEED TO SURRENDER MYSELF TO HIM BODY AND SOUL.»

"OOOHHH"

A brutal internal metamorphosis coursed through her voluptuous body; every idea, every thought, and every dream mutated at a rapid pace. Her neural network was rewritten as if something were reordering it; the entire purpose of her existence had been completely altered, now giving her a new reason to exist.

"Hey, boss."

"OOOOOOOOOOOH"

«HE'S MY WORLD... SUBMITTING TO HIM MUST BE MY GREATEST DESIRE... I'LL PLEASE ANYTHING HE WANTS... I'M HIS AND NO ONE ELSE'S.»

A thick trickle of saliva fell onto her desk from her exaggeratedly open jaw, letting out a grotesque moan. Her gibbosity finally tore as she couldn't contain the new growth of her breasts, bouncing like basketballs.

"OOOOHH... VICTOR......OHHHH"

"Are you okay?"

Her internal metamorphosis culminated in a spontaneous orgasm that covered her legs as the reorganization of her brain fine-tuned the final details. Her mind didn't change completely; she was still herself, but everything related to the man in front of her became a priority.

«SEX... HE CAN GIVE ME THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE... I HAVE TO BEND MYSELF TO HIS COCK TO RECEIVE ALL HIS MASCULINE POWER... I WILL BE HIS DEVOTED SEX ****»

"Please, Erika," reacted. "Do you need anything?"

After that blank moment, the unmistakable voice of her future owner brought her back to reality. That question awakened her new female instincts, an unstoppable desire her past self denied possessing.

She watched Victor, who, concerned for her, approached the desk, looking at him with a deep adoration that bordered on obsession.

"Mmmmh... oh yes... yes, Victor, there is SOMETHING I need from you."