Jake Presses Vanessa Further

I’m reeling, I really am. There are a lot of conflicting thoughts in my head. The primary though is that, wow, holy fuck, I’m not a good person. Everything I’m doing is so fucked up and I should try to fix everything and delete the app.

I also have a second though, equal in prevalence and also a bit easier to swallow: I’m having so much fun with this app. Vanessa, never one to show off, just showed me more skin than any girl I dated in high school, and we’re at work! Best of all, she showed me and only me (well, other people could see it technically, but they couldn’t understand why it was significant in any way. Maybe they psychologically couldn’t even recognize her cleavage. I don’t know how regular apps function, much less how demon mind-control apps work under the hood).

I wait patiently for Vanessa to come back. When she does, I take note that her blouse is still unbuttoned and that she sits in her car for quite a bit longer than usual before coming in. While not being able to button her blouse, she can pull the two sides of her shirt together, but the downside is that she has to physically hold the shirt closed, giving her only one free hand. Hm.

I’ve been thinking about my next step since Vanessa left on delivery. The nicest thing to do would be to turn off her awareness and let her be blissfully unaware of the skin she is showing. While I can’t disable commands, I can make unnoticeable for the Custom Girl, which would make Vanessa feel much more at ease.

Another option would be to continue to push the issue. I still can make her give me her bra, but this time she’ll be aware she’s doing it. I can even taunt her and ask for it normally before I make her give it to me. After that, I can continue to make her do things that allow me to see Vanessa on full display, depending on my creativity with the app.

A good option in the middle would be to help Vanessa button her shirt, maybe in exchange for something. I wonder if she’d let me cop a feel if she could not feel as exposed? At the same time, I don’t want to get fired: since no one but Vanessa and I can tell what’s wrong about her fully unbuttoned blouse, I’d be the one asking my normal coworker for a squeeze of her tit. There is potential for great gains, but also risk. However, I feel like I can eventually work up to being able to touch her without as many consequences if I just save up some gems. I could also just button her blouse to be kind, and watch it slowly unbutton all over again, which would be erotic in its own right. I shouldn’t forget that since I own the command, I can make Vanessa do this every day we work together till the rest of time, so I don’t need to be hasty.

As I said, I’m a bad person. So when considering these options, I of course went with the one that made the devil on my shoulder wince.

I approach Vanessa in the back and ask her to follow me, as her and I need to talk. I bring her back into the walk-in freezer for a few reasons: first, hopefully her nipples will get hard in the cold. Second, I want to talk with her in private, and lower the odds of me getting in trouble, as no one can hear you if you’re inside the freezer.

“So. Vanessa. What’s with your uniform today”?

Vanessa immediately starts shedding tears. Ow, now I really start feeling my conscious peak through my horniness.

Sniveling, Vanessa tells me “Jake I don’t know what’s fucking happening, okay? Ever since this afternoon, I’ve been popping buttons on my uniform but I don’t even mean to do it! And once I do it, I cant put the buttons back on where they go! I don’t like showing cleavage Jake, I don’t like showing cleavage...this isn’t me, I don’t know what’s happening”.

“All I can say is that this behavior is totally inappropriate for the work place. Button your uniform right now or you’re gonna be in trouble”, I say full well knowing she can’t.

“B-but I c-c-can’t do the buttons! My hands aren’t w-working r-right” says Vanessa, as if pleading to God himself.

“Okay fine. Give me your bra”.

“What?” Vanessa says, in complete shock. Not even anger or betrayal but just utter surprise.

“Did I stutter? If you refuse to dress properly for the work place, you don’t get to dress at all. Hand over. Your bra”. I know I’m not the owner of this place, but as acting manager whenever Derek isn’t in, I do hold some authority, and hopefully Vanessa will recognize my authority, given my request is almost mildly more concern than the beginning of her afternoon so far.

“N-no! I’m not g-giving you my f-fucking bra!” Vanessa is clearly starting to feel the cold. I’m in the freezer all the time, as stocking a walk-in takes for-ev-er, so I don’t feel the need to shiver yet.

“Fine. Have it your way. Your refusal is just going to mean more punishment down the line”. I exit the freezing cold storage room and head toward the front of the store. I take out Custom Girls and demand Vanessa give me her bra.

Like clockwork, Vanessa exits the walk-in and approaches me. I know what’s coming so I hold out my hand. Vanessa reaches to her back and unhooks her bra, slides the straps down her shoulders, and removes the bra from her torso, placing it in my outstretched right hand. Vanessa is quaking with fear, as she seems to have lost total control over her body, and maybe over her mind. Little does she know, I’m now the one in control.

“Now. If you don’t respect my authority as acting manager again, you can expect worse punishments down the line. For now, because this is your first major offense, I’ve decided you’re going to be on box-folding duty till the end of your shift. No more deliveries. Get to it”.

I’ll admit it. Making Vanessa fold box was a pain in the ass, but in the pain in the ass I loved, like anal. Only having two drivers meant that they were a lot busier, having to pick up and extra persons work-load, which certainly made Lexie and June unhappy campers. Well, I assume Lexie was mad. Ever since her changes with Custom Girls, she can’t find the will to express that emotion toward me. In fact, I took pleasure in making her do extra work because I know she would be too afraid to say no to me. The good news about making Vanessa hold boxes was that I got to stare at her all night long. Since folding pizza boxes is a two-handed activity, she couldn’t hold her blouse closed. She tried to tie the ends together, but after I told her not to, she didn’t, probably afraid of what I might do as additional punishment for disobeying my whims. As far as she knows, I might make her give me her pants or something. I can’t do that yet, but she doesn’t know. As her tits now were splayed free, they bounced, jiggled, moved side to side; the works. I even occasionally got glimpsed of her areola, but she very frequently adjusted her shirt to prevent slippage. She was diligent (and embarrassed) enough that I never even caught site of nipple, which is pretty impressive given her newly enlarged tits moved frequently and tenaciously. Vanessa stared down at the floor in shame the entire shift. Whenever she tried to turn away, I pressed the summon command, which made her go back to her original position of facing toward me. Life was good, if not morally pressing.

After a good while of making her do various chores within my watchful gaze, I decided I felt bad enough for Vanessa to turn awareness off. I don’t know how the succubi do it, but I’ve never seen someone’s mood shift so fast. All of a sudden, Vanessa was back to her worry free demeanor. She kept folding boxes for me, but probably didn’t remember why she was being made to do so. Since she was no longer carefully readjusting herself to show as little skin as possible given her predicament, her tits swung even more freely, and I finally saw what I’ve been wanting to see.

Vanessa’s nipples weren’t necessarily new to me; I saw them the other day, albeit through her uniform. But now, they came on full display. Her full chest was, in fact. Once the sides of her shirt got caught on the side of her heavy sagging breasts, they allowed for a full display of the entire package. It was beautiful to be behold.

Her breasts were engorged after my meddling, bigger than just about any pair I’d seen previously, beyond the women on TLC shows who got breast augmentations to have the biggest in the world. They moved with every motion Vanessa took, and her nipples still seemed to be hard from the walk-in freezer, or perhaps the general cold air of the store, which she had never felt given our normally conservative uniform policy. I so badly wanted to reach out and slap them around, suck on her teet, and grope them to my heart’s content, but I knew there was still more to do before I could reach that stage. In fact, it still might be a while, as there are so many girls I want to get my hands on.

Obviously, there’s Dani, Lexie, and Sam. June is also working today, who I haven’t had the chance to mess with yet. June is probably my favorite coworker, and the only person here that I hang out with outside of work semi-regularly. I’d feel the worst for messing with her out of all of my coworkers, she also is probably the person I think is the hottest here too. While not as big as Vanessa, June has maybe the nicest shaped breasts I’ve ever seen. Her tops are always tight against them, and as such they do that thing where the fabric looks stretched and rippled across the bust, which is, in my opinion, hotter than cleavage. Her ass isn’t much to speak of in size, but like Sam, it is very nicely shaped: a total bubble-butt. I’m ashamed to admit this, but she also has really nice feet. I’m not really a feet guy, but like, something about June makes even that attractive to me. Her legs are always smooth and blemishless, her stomach is flat and cute, her nose scrunches up when she laughs. She’s a total knock-out. I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to mess with her, but she’s definitely a contender.

There’s also Josephine, my roommate. I just don’t know if I could go through with more changes. She’s just too *nice*. Even if I altered her a little to make my plan with Dani happen, I don’t know if I could go through with anything more sexual.

Hmm. Who else? Well, I have a few more untouched coworkers besides June. Plus, I have a bunch of unused tabs in Custom Girls I’d like to try. Vanessa is my “breasts” girl, Lexie is my “speech” girl, Sam is my “ass” girl, and June is probably going to get some love from all of the categories.

As for other category candidates, there’s my other coworker, Claire, who is as tall as me. Her legs are long and beautiful, but I’ve only ever seen them on instagram. Her thighs are also thick as hell, and I probably couldn’t wrap both my hands around them. I don’t know how she got them to be that way given that she is so otherwise fit, but I’m not complaining. That covers “legs”.

Face has gotta be Zoey, another coworker. I don’t know what it is, because she actually isn’t that rude of a person, but she has the worst resting bitch face ever. There’s something kinda hot about imagining her going from frustrated and bitchy to aheago with the press of a button though.

Remaining is motor, body, and misc, which are all so general. I’ll probably use those are needed on the other girls. There’s also my boss, Derek, who is definitely my type. It’s too bad the app doesn’t seem to pick up on any men, or I might want to try some things out on him.

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Who should Jake fuck with next? Instead of making branching paths, which multiplies the level of work I’d have to do, I’ll ask y’all what you want to see. Don’t worry, I’ll (probably) write about all of these characters eventually, but if you’d like to influence who goes next, leave a comment! It’s either:

Continue with Vanessa

Claire

Zoey

Sam

Lexie

June

Dani and Josephine are going to be coming regardless, as they’re the A-plot of this path (with the B-plot being the girls at work).

Once again, let me know what you think.

Also, thanks again for positive feedback. I’ve been having a hard time irl lately, but this has been a fun divergent from the struggles of adulthood in 2020. Seeing people enjoying (jerkin’ it to) my story has been a weirdly positive thing for me lately, so keep it up. As long as people want me to continue writing, I will. <3

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