Far from it, Mark has plans

Standing behind his desk feeling rather smug about his accomplishment, Mark chose to study Susan with a critical eye. She was already completely loyal, his personal minion who loved him and put him above the firm. But looking at her now, with that stern bun, severe expression, and boxy pinstripe suit, he couldn’t help thinking she could be so much more pleasing to look at. If she was going to be his, why not make her hotter? Something powerful and sexy, but still recognizably the intimidating HR director. Not too much at first, just enough to enjoy the view every time she walked in.

Susan waited patiently, her arms at her sides, watching him with open devotion behind her wire-rimmed glasses.

Clearign his throat mark spoke, “Good. Now I want you to bring the other two senior HR ladies in for separate meetings with me. Madison and Emily. Schedule them individually over the next couple of days.”

A nod answered him almost immediately. “Of course. Would you like me to set that up as routine performance reviews?”

Leaning slightly against the desk, he let the idea settle for a moment before continuing. “Tell them it’s a confidential leadership assessment, or something that makes them think they’re being evaluated for a promotion or special project. Don’t let either one know about the other meeting.” His fingers rested loosely against the edge of the desk as his voice lowered. “Keep it completely quiet between us.”

“That’s easy enough to arrange.” She considered the schedule for a moment. “Madison has her afternoon free tomorrow. Emily is usually available in the mornings. I can frame both as private development discussions. They shouldn’t have any reason to compare notes.”

“Do you think it would be in my best interest to convince them to work for me first, the same way you do now?”

That gave her pause. Her arms folded briefly before falling loose again.

“It could be risky if it isn’t handled carefully. They’re both competent, and both are loyal to the firm.” Her eyes returned to his. “But if you can convince them, you’d have direct influence over the entire HR department. Complaints, investigations, internal reviews. All of it could be handled in your favour.”

Something warmer entered her expression.

“Do you think you can convince them?”

“Yes.” A small smile touched his mouth. “I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Susan’s expression shifted. A quiet certainty settled over her. She nodded once, fully convinced. “Then yes, it is absolutely in your best interest. I believe you can convince them. In fact, I’ll help make sure the meetings go smoothly so you have the best possible chance. I’ll schedule them separately and make certain neither knows about the other. They’ll both walk in thinking it’s just a standard HR exercise.”

Mark smiled wider, already imagining having all three top HR members under his control. “Perfect. Make sure they come alone and keep the real reason between you and me.”

“Of course,” Susan replied smoothly, her voice warm with loyalty. “They won’t know a thing. I’ll make the arrangements right away and confirm the times with you as soon as they’re set.”

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Satisfied with the plan, Mark let his eyes roam over Susan’s current strict appearance again. She was devoted, but he wanted her to be a pleasure to look at every time she entered his office. Now despite the urge Mark and his personal preferences did not want to turn Susan into some obvious bimbo or change her so much that she no longer looked like the sharp, authoritative woman he enjoyed having under his thumb.

He simply wanted her prettier. Enough to make her face softer and more appealing, enough to give her body some elegant curves that the pinstripe suit would highlight nicely, without going overboard. Something he could enjoy looking at every day while she still maintained that cool, professional severity.

“You are much more attractive than you usually let yourself be, Susan,” he said casually. “You have a naturally beautiful face and body that you keep hidden under that strict look.”

Susan’s breath hitched as the changes took hold almost immediately. Her cheekbones lifted into a slightly sharper, more elegant structure, while a subtle fullness softened her lips. Even behind the wire-rimmed glasses, something in her dark eyes seemed to intensify, lending the stern authority already present in her gaze a new allure.

Watching the transformation unfold, a slow smile spread across Mark’s face. The changes had not erased what made her recognisable. If anything, they refined it. The severe professionalism remained, only now accompanied by a striking beauty that made the contrast considerably more compelling.

Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he continued in the same steady voice. “Your breasts are larger, fuller, and perfectly shaped, at least a full D-cup. Your waist is narrower and your ass is rounder and firmer, giving you an hourglass figure that looks incredible in that suit.”

The changes flowed through her instantly. Her white blouse began to tighten across her chest as her breasts swelled steadily outward, growing rounder and heavier until they reached a full, firm D-cup. The fabric stretched taut over the new curves, the buttons pulling slightly apart and creating a subtle but very noticeable cleavage at the top. At the same time, her waist cinched inward, creating a smoother, more defined hourglass shape, while her hips and ass rounded out and firmed up, filling the pinstripe skirt with a lush, feminine contour that made the material hug her figure perfectly.

Mark’s eyes lingered appreciatively on every detail. The way her blouse now strained against her larger breasts was incredibly satisfying. The new curve of her waist and the way her ass filled out the skirt gave her a powerful, confident silhouette that still screamed “HR director” but now looked undeniably sexy. She was exactly what he wanted: still authoritative and intimidating, yet far more pleasing to stare at.

Glancing down, Susan took in the changes with only mild surprise, her gaze lingering for a moment before lifting back to him. Whatever uncertainty the transformation might have caused seemed to pass almost at once. She settled into the new shape of herself with an ease that made it seem less like something imposed upon her and more like something she had simply failed to notice until now. A soft flush coloured her cheeks as their eyes met again.

“You look much better this way,” Mark added with a smirk. “And you love dressing and looking this way specifically to please me.”

“Yes, Mark,” she replied quietly, her voice still composed but now carrying a clear note of arousal. “I love looking this way for you.”

Smirking, Mark felt a surge of adventurous confidence. He decided to push things further.

“You will walk up to me and kiss me like your life depended on it,” he said.

The words left his mouth and took hold instantly.

Susan’s eyes widened for barely a heartbeat before something far more intense replaced the surprise. Stepping around the desk without a word, she closed the distance between them, the movement of her hips beneath the pinstripe skirt carrying her straight into him. By the time she reached him, her arms were already rising around his neck.

The kiss came hard and hungry. Rising onto her toes, she pressed herself firmly against him and pulled him closer, one hand tangling into his hair while the other settled at the back of his neck. Whatever restraint had defined her only moments earlier disappeared beneath the urgency of it, leaving only the soft sound that escaped her as she deepened the kiss.

There was something almost absurdly Susan about even this. The passion was completely at odds with the stern professionalism she had carried into the office, yet the same absolute focus remained. Once she had decided what she wanted, apparently nothing else in the room mattered.

Pulling back only far enough to breathe left her glasses slightly askew and a flush high across her cheeks. She remained close enough that neither of them had properly separated.

“Mark…” Her voice had fallen to a husky whisper. “I needed that more than anything.”

For another moment she simply stayed there, fingers still resting against him while the last of the intensity worked its way out of her breathing.

“Go get them for me.”

A small nod followed, though she made no immediate effort to move away.

That hesitation seemed to amuse him. Catching her gently beneath the chin, he tipped her face upward and leaned in again, this time giving her a slower, softer kiss. The change in pace drew a quiet sigh from her, and her fingers caught briefly in the front of his shirt before reluctantly loosening.

When he finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was slightly uneven. She touched her lips with two fingers, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“I’ll schedule the meetings right away,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “Madison right now in about an hour or so. Emily the following hour. They won’t suspect a thing.”

Mark released her and stepped back. Susan straightened her pinstripe jacket, smoothed her skirt over her newly rounded hips, and gave him one last devoted look before turning toward the door. Her walk had a subtle, confident sway she hadn’t possessed before.

"They won't suspect a thing," he agreed and chuckling darkly as this power he had took effect again.