Flee to your office

Blushing, surrounded by hot women who just saw you naked and now have you dressed as the office bimbo, you nod to your secretary, barely holding back tears of frustration and shame. They laugh and disperse, letting you flee awkwardly in your heels to your office. Your sure you look a sight, skirt so short your panties ass and hard bulge visible, fake tits bouncing heavily with each awkward step.

You manage to make it to your chair, unable to comprehend anything that’s happened. You slowly try to calm down… shit, did you just get harassed sexually at work? But you just wanted to… yea, this is likely what you deserve.

Logging into your computer you try to type, your massive breasts causing you to sit up straight and work around as you hurriedly start to draft a memo, giving a halfassed apology and removing the dress code from the day before.

Thinking about it… where are you clothes? Shit, yea… you figured you weren’t getting those back today. As if things couldn’t get any worse, you discover something that makes your heart sink even more.