Everyone is friendly, maybe too friendly

Valerie woke up with her sheets soaked. She hadn’t so much gone to sleep as passed out on her bed after an hour long masturbation session. When she woke one of her hands still caressed one of her large, soft, and oh so sensitive titties.

She blearily rolled out of bed and stared at her mirror. Just a few days ago she would look like a witch emerging from her lair but now she looked nice even when her hair was a bit wild. Maybe it was the bisexuality combined with the fact that Valerie couldn’t really see herself in the mirror anymore, at least not the herself she remembered.

She brushed her hair into line and then staggered over to the closet. Before she opened she tried to think what she could actually wear today. Her clothes were sized for a woman with B-cups not melon sized tits. She was quite surprised therefore when she opened her closet and found that her clothes were all cut in such a way that they could accommodate her new bust.

She was slightly more surprised however to find that they also accentuated her figure a bit more. It was nothing too obvious but when she walked past her hall mirror and noticed that she had left her top button undone, giving anyone who wanted a perfect look at her cleavage, she was startled to say the least.

Thinking back to her high school days brought up different memories. Even the ones from yesterday were off, her and the other feminists at school had been popular, sought after, they had been listened to and praised. Obviously as an adult she could see that boys had pretended to listen to her to get closer to her but the confidence of the time had built up in her. She, and most other feminists had grown up praised and loved, learned that their bodies could open doors that their words couldn’t. Learned that if you had a pretty face people would listen to whatever stupid thing you had to say.

She shook her head and realized that she was holding a tube of lipstick. She never wore lipstick. Or at least, in the original world she never wore lipstick. She shoved it back into her bag more aggressively than was necessary and hurried to her car. Things were just too weird.

It’s not like things became more usual when she got to work though. Everyone seemed to have a smile for her. Even Jack Staunch, the editor who had questioned if any of her feminist writing was appropriate for a family newspaper, gave her a warm welcome. She didn’t fail to notice however that his gaze quickly descended to her over inflated tits.

She got to her desk and saw an e-mail from the chief editor Eric White asking her to see him in his office. She ran over as fast as she could and was greeted with another surprising smile.

“Val, glad you got the e-mail, you wanted to conduct a follow up interview with Gerald Spaw right? See if he feels he’s learned anything from being exposed for his poor treatment of women right?”

Valerie perked up even more at this, “Of course it’s important to give men like Spaw a way out, some method to prove that they understand they did wrong.” Despite her words in her head it was a different tune.

“That smug asshole would never admit he did wrong. It'll be fun to watch him squirm though!” she thought while trying to keep her face positive and not betray her true emotions.

“Well I’m glad you're so positive the newspaper is sending me to a gala where he’ll be attending, just come as my plus one and you can bring your recorder to interview him.”

Valerie was so excited she didn’t notice how dismissive Eric was being about the actual interview. Or his eyes as they imagined her breasts pressed up against his arm.

“Oh and Michelle wanted to see you, something about your career. Stop by her office on your way back to your desk.”

Valerie’s smile grew even wider at this. There was no one at the newspaper she admired more than Michelle, a fellow feminist who had fought her way up from bottom to be one of the most respected editors in the field.

This was part of why she was so shocked when Michelle pulled her into a sloppy kiss the second that she slid into her office. Shocked did not mean repulsed though. Michelle was even more beautiful than before, her raven black hair framing an angelic face that seemed to whisper sexy nothings to anyone who looked at it.

Her tongue in Valerie’s mouth was alive and hot and Valerie responded in kind, their large breasts squished together soft handfuls of titflesh sliding, molding, and surrendering to each other. Valerie didn’t know when her hand slipped up Michelle’s shirt to fondle the older woman’s breast or when Michelle did the same for her but the feeling of Michelle’s fingers as they caressed her nipples, the softness of Michelle’s breast in her own hand. Valerie felt her panties grow wet as she came. She glanced down and saw that Michelle was in a similar situation.

Finally they separated, both gasping for air and Michelle smiled at her. “Glad to see you were up for some more ‘Career Counseling’ baby. I know you’re going with Eric to that party but don’t forget who gives you the sugar you love.” With that she gave Valerie another quick kiss on the cheek and like nothing happened turned back to her work.

Valerie paused for a moment before fleeing back to her own desk to try to process what was happening.

It didn’t take long for the memories to flood in. Everyone knew feminists were Bi so when two worked in the same space relationships were common, too common perhaps. Michelle and Valerie had been friends with benefits for years (although Michelle kept indicating she was open for more). It was too much, too overwhelming. Valerie just turned back to the article she was writing and tried to ignore the burning heat from her pussy telling her to go get some more of Michelle’s careful ministrations.

When the workday finally ended Valerie felt horny, pent-up, and more frustrated than she knew how to deal with, she hadn’t even touched the libido dial and was already this sexed up. She shuddered imagining what would happen if she actually turned that dial up.

When she arrived home though she was not given the luxury of rest. The machine gave an annoyingly happy beep before, in its most chipper voice saying, “Welcome home slut, looks like you could use some sex, too bad today’s mission isn’t to get fucked! Start an OnlyFans and post at least three sexy pictures of yourself! If you accept, you have three hours to complete this task.”

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 2 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 2 Lips: 1 Ass: 1

Femininity: 1 Voice: 1 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 1

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 3 Beauty: 3 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 1 Employment Opportunities: 1

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: ON Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: ON Valley Girl Speak: OFF

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: ON Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: OFF