He needs another test

Marci walked off, shaking her head. Tom just watched her go. That couldn't have just happened... could it?

Tom began to doubt what he'd just seen. He had an over active imagination. And he never had been certain if Marci acted like such a cock tease on purpose. Was she fucking with him?

Well, there was a woman in the office that was definitely NOT a cock tease. No way would Kerry Anne from HR do anything like that. She was racked but she dressed to hide that fact as much as possible and shot down any hint of sexual harassment in the office.

It was worth a shot.

"I wish Kerry Anne would come to my cubicle and show me her tits." he whispered to the ring.

It glinted. Or at least it seemed to. But nothing else happened. Tom sighed. He'd fallen into another stupid daydream. He opened up a projection on how the weather was likely to impact roof top solar in the next quarter and started working.

"Tom," came a **** whisper from behind him.

He turned to find Kerry Anne reaching under her bulky sweater to undo her bra. She was incandescent with embarrassment the way only a redhead could blush, tears were streaming down her face and she looked utterly horrified.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I need to show you my b...b... my tits."

She pulled up her sweater to reveal the massive pale mounds. They were as impressive as he imagined they would be, but it was hard to enjoy them when he felt like a total shit.

"I don’t know why I'm doing this!" Kerry Anne sobbed. "I don’t even know how long I need to keep showing you! I'm gonna get fired!"

"Oh god!" Tom said. "I'm so sorry! I wish you weren't so upset! I wish you were the sort of woman who really liked to show her tits to guys!"

Kerry Anne stopped crying. No, Kerry Anne had never been crying, she had been giggling when she popped into his cubicle to show off her tits. The way she often did.

Tom had both memories in his mind. Kerry Anne who always wore tight tops that showed off as much cleavage as she could get away with, had flashed him her tits on his first day on the job.

The bulky sweater he remembered in one memory was now a tiny baby blue one that showed her navel in his other memory and she hadn’t need to take off her bra because she hadn’t been wearing one.

But his memories weren't just doubled around the redhead. The whole office had a much looser approach to 'business casual'. Marci's skirt from a moment ago was much shorter, He'd glimpsed her panties when she had bent over.

"Do you still like my sweater puppies, Tom?" Kerry Anne asked, giving them a shake.

"I do!" Tom said. "Best part of my day!"

She giggled and jiggled proudly.

"I wish you'd let me give them a squeeze," he said,

"Your wish is my command, Master!" She joked and leaned deeper into his cubicle to let him grope her jugs.

Seeing the ring glint on his finger as it fondled the fine flesh, Tom realized that her joke could be as true as he wanted it to be.