Jaylene's Wish

A simple bimbofication story I wrote to help reset my head. Quick and dirty. I originally wrote it with the intention of adding it to Oblivious, but it doesn't quite fit there, and I also wanted to use the powers of Carl from Amy, Stressed Student - qna, but I thought it would be fun if he had an accomplice. Now that I look at it, though, he doesn't add much to the story, so I might change it in future passes.
He's here for now, though. Enjoy!

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“Jaylene, I need another coffee.”

Her boss’s voice crackled through her phone's intercom. Demanding, disrespectful, demeaning. Jaylene rolled her eyes and pressed the button to respond, “I’m just finishing up the Chapman report, then I'll get it.” She wanted to tell him to just get it himself - she was a paralegal, not his secretary - but she didn't want to put up with the tirade of abuse if she did.

His voice crackled back before she even had a chance to return to her keyboard. “Now.” Impatient, insistent, insolent. It was going to be one of those days. She hated her life.

“OK, Shawn.” Jaylene sighed and pushed away from her desk. She left her office - a small, warmly-lit room with a bookshelf and desk - and stepped out into the hallway. The building was a shared professional space; Shawn rented only a handful of offices on the second floor for their small firm, but the other offices were occupied by accountants, consultants, and the occasional therapist. The cafeteria was a short walk past a series of shut identical wooden doors and glossy frosted windows that reflected her dull image back at her. Mid-twenties, slender and tall, with shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into an uneventful ponytail. A pretty face that was already starting to show the signs of stress, a boring blouse and slacks. Austere, awkward, and unappreciated.

She walked into the communal cafeteria area, feeling the change from carpet to tile beneath her flats. It was a bright, open room with a few rectangular tables and white ergonomic chairs. On the interior wall was a long counter holding a couple cupboards, a sink, a microwave, a pair of refrigerators, and one of those coffee makers that uses the little pods. Just beyond that counter stood a large coffee vending machine.

Jaylene walked over to the vending machine because Shawn only wanted his coffee from the machine. Not from the pods that are conveniently provided by the building management, but from the machine that was owned by a third party and required payment for each cup it made.

Begrudgingly, Jaylene entered in Shawn's preferred coffee and tapped her credit card to pay for it. She waited and stared at the wall, listening to the sounds of the vending machine boiling water, adding its melody to the dissonant harmony of the refrigerators humming and the fluorescent lights buzzing. She wondered if Shawn realized he had never given her a company card, or if he just didn't care. Fortunately he never wanted the expensive coffees. It could have been worse.

But it also could have been better.

Gripping carefully to the hot coffee cup provided by the machine, Jaylene quickly walked back down the hallway, past her office and a few others before reaching Shawn's at the end. She knocked courteously before opening it. Shawn didn't bother looking up from his computer as she came in. His office was noticeably larger than hers, brightly lit by lights and a wide window that looked out over the parking lot. A leather couch sat against one wall, and his desk was positioned in the center of the room so he faced the door when he worked.

Jaylene walked in, letting the door close on its own behind her, and handed him his coffee with a small greeting. He reached for the coffee and took it without diverting his eyes from his monitor. Jaylene fumed with indignation. No ‘Thank you’, no smile, just disinterest. He always acted like he was some god needing to be revered. Maybe it was a holdover behavior from before he downsized his company and he was worth more. Or maybe fifteen years ago he had the kind of looks that made people trip over themselves. But now he was just a forty-year-old miser with a pillowy waist and a receding hairline that needed dye to stay dark.

Jaylene rolled her eyes at the complete disrespect and went to leave, but as she reached for the handle she heard him say, “What the hell is this?”

She turned back to see him holding the coffee near his face, having just taken a sip. “Colombian dark roast,” she replied, “What you always ask for.”

Shawn finally looked up at her with an expression neighboring resentment. “Only when it’s first thing in the morning. It’s almost noon now so I want a latte. You should always ask.” Egotistical, entitled, and exasperating.

Jaylene’s jaw tightened. She was a paralegal, not a secretary. “With all due respect, Shawn, that’s not my job.”

Shawn sneered. “With all due respect, Jaylene, AI is getting pretty close to taking over yours.”

“Is that a thr—”

A knock at the door interrupted them and a gorgeous woman peeked her head in.

“Sorry if I'm interrupting.”

Carol forced Jaylene to step aside as she fully opened the door. She represented every woman that Jaylene resented growing up. Where Jaylene’s insecurities about her height ultimately led to her becoming a wallflower, Carol flaunted her femininity like a spring tulip. She had long, wavy honey-blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders, full lips painted a glossy pink, and a face that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. With breasts that made most women envious and a waist that made any skirt look sexual, she regularly caused men to stop what they were doing. Today she was only wearing a yellow fitted blouse and long pencil skirt, completely professional and yet Shawn was practically drooling.

“I have those reports you wanted, Shawn. Collated and clipped like you wanted.” she said, flashing her perfectly white smile as she handed him a stack of papers.

Shawn adopted a dopey grin as he took the files from her. “Thanks, Carol.” Jaylene crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. It was like everything about him slowed down around her. Even the way he said her name felt like it was laced with molasses.

Carol turned to leave, but stopped to quickly address Jaylene. She flashed a gleaming smile at her. “Oh, hey Jay! I love your-” Carol paused and faltered as she looked at Jaylene’s clothing, as if she had started her sentence without knowing the end. “Your blouse! That colour really does wonders with your eyes.” Jaylene muttered an insincere thanks to her insincere compliment, and Carol left with another wave at Shawn.

Shawn watched her leave and Jaylene caught his eyes disgustingly caressing her butt. When the door shut, he turned his attention back to Jaylene and all warmth dissipated from his face. “Why can’t you be more like Carol?”

Jaylene held back a repulsed scoff. She wanted to ask him what he wanted more of: tits or ass, but she bit her tongue. She just needed to get out of his office while she still had a job. “I’ll try. You swanted a latte?” She turned and left before he could respond.

The walk back to the cafeteria was fueled by anger. Her plain reflection seemed to mock her with each window she passed. Plain, pathetic, pissed off. In the cafeteria she punched the options for a latte into the machine and saw that a latte was twice the cost of the dark roast.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she exclaimed before tapping her card on the machine.

“Rough day?” a male voice asked from behind her.

She jumped, not having noticed anyone else in the cafeteria when she stormed in. Turning around, she saw an attractive man and woman watching her from one of the tables. The man was fit, with coiffed brown hair and a tailored suit that fit him like a handsome glove. The woman was on the shorter side, wearing a black leather jacket over a simple top, her purple hair styled in a cute pixie cut.

“Something like that…” Jaylene muttered, trying to brush it off.

The woman tilted her head. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”

Jaylene shook her head. “No offense, but it’s not something I want to dish about with strangers.”

The man smiled slightly. “Change.”

Jaylene shook her head. “No thanks. I learned long ago that the walls can talk.”

“Change.”

“My boss is a prick and I’m pretty sure it’s because he doesn’t find me attractive.”

The woman crinkled her nose. “Ugh, that sucks. Are you sure he’s not just a prick to all women?”

“No,” said Jaylene, leaning back slightly against the counter as the vending machine continued to work on Shawn's coffee, “You should see how nice he is to Carol.”

“Is Carol hot?” asked the guy almost too quickly. His companion shot him a look.

She replied with a sardonic chuckle, “Sure, if you’re into blonde bimbo bombshells with big boobs.”

The man and woman exchanged a quick glance. The woman looked back at Jaylene, leaned forward and said, “I think most people would tell you to find a different job, but I prefer a more whimsical approach…” Her eyes seemed to glint under the fluorescent lights. “Have you ever wished for things to be different? Like have you tried wishing that your boss wasn't such a pig? Or have you ever wished you were hotter?”

Jaylene rolled her eyes. She was talking to a whack job. “No.” She just needed the coffee to be done and she could go back to her day and hopefully never see these two again.

“Just try it. Make a wish for something.”

Jaylene sighed. May as well humor her. “Ok, I wish my boss respected me.”

The man smiled. “Change.”

Jaylene sighed, feeling ridiculous. “Ok, I wish I had a different job.”

The man looked to the woman. She shook her head. “No. I want to push it.”

“Change.”

Jaylene sighed. She could hear the vending machine finishing up. “Ok, I wish my boss wasn’t such a pig.”

“Change.”

Jaylene sighed. “Ok, I wish my boss appreciated me.”

The woman smiled and sat back. “There it is. Your wish is my command.”

She snapped her fingers and her eyes glimmered with a purple sheen.

Jaylene furrowed her brow at the sight, but the vending machine chimed pulling her attention away. When she looked back, the couple had vanished completely, but she didn't have time to think about where they went before she was struck with a sudden bout of vertigo. She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself on the counter, but it felt further away than she expected, like she was even taller than normal.

She opened her eyes to help coordinate her hand to the counter, but what she saw didn't make any sense. First, her boobs were huge! Putting even Carol's impressive rack to shame. She was looking down at a cavernous valley of cleavage displayed by a partially unbuttoned, tailored scarlet blouse, despite wearing a dull grey one just moments ago. Panic started to overwhelm her as she tried to figure out what had happened. Where had these boobs come from? How did this shirt appear and why was it so slutty? The blouse had so few buttons done up that she could even see the lacy white bra holding up her tits.

Her tits? No, that wasn't right, was it?

A headache began to accompany the panic, but she didn't bother acknowledging it. There were just too many other things going on.

When she brought her hands up to make sure she wasn't just hallucinating her new tits, she noticed her perfectly manicured hands with red nails so long and fake that they'd make simple tasks difficult.

“At least they're hot,” she thought to herself with a giggle, wiggling them in front of her fave. The room was no longer spinning, so she took a step away from the counter to see if there were any other changes. The click of her heels on the tile floor clued her in that she wasn't just imagining being taller either. Her sensible work shoes, the flats that she wore to keep from towering over everyone else, were also gone, replaced by a pair of white kitten toe pumps with heels that had to be at least four inches long. Jaylene had never worn heels that tall and yet she found herself walking in them with ease. Paired with her mini pencil skirt, she had to admit they made her long legs look even longer.

But of course they did, that's why she wore them! Why did she think she had worn flats? She didn't even own a pair of flats. Her closet only had heels, heels, more heels, and a few trainers to coordinate with her sports bras. Why would she wear anything other than heels when they pushed her ass out like a dump truck and made it look so good? She worked hard on that ass and it deserved the best. Stacked, slutty, and so sexy.

Jaylene giggled at the silly idea of wearing flats and teetered back over to the coffee machine. She flipped her long, silky platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder and carefully grabbed the hot cup from the dispenser. She strode from the cafeteria with carefully engineered yet completely natural-feeling steps, maximizing the wiggle of her hips without letting her skirt ride up past the bottom of her ass. She frowned a little when the carpeted hallway cushioned the delightful clicks of her heels, but the disappointment was short-lived. Walking past the frosted windows that lined the hallway reminded her of what a hot fox she was. She loved catching glimpses of her big bouncy titties in her peripheral vision, or how good her juicy dick-sucking lips looked when they were painted a crimson red.

She made it to Shawn's office and opened the door without knocking. “I have your laaaa-tteee,” she sang.

He looked up as she entered and adopted a dopey grin. He didn't even bother looking at her face first; his eyes went to her tits, then her hips, her long legs and back up to her tits before finally settling on her face. Jaylene drank up his adoration.

“Oh Jaylene, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said.

Jaylene flashed a dazzling smile and stuck out her chest at the compliment.

“Thanks,” she said, then frowned. “Wait, why are your eyes sore?”

Shawn chuckled and reached for the latte she was still holding out. He took a sip and set it down. “The AI hallucinated some information and it’s turned into a bit of a headache,” he said with a sigh. “I think I need to go back to having a paralegal on staff.”

Jaylene blinked at him a few times with a blank stare. He had said some big words she didn’t quite understand, but her simple brain was able to pick up on one. “You have a headache? Sometimes I get that from trying to think too hard.”

Shawn chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Yeppers! So just, like, try to stop thinking or something,” she said with wide eyes.

“That,” said Shawn as he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “Is a very good idea.”

She liked that he liked her idea and stuck out her chest even further.

“I know just how to do that too!” he added.

“Oh?” Jaylene cocked her head to the side as Shawn pushed his chair back from his desk.

“Got time for a quickie?”

Jaylene hopped in excitement, causing her big titties to jiggle obscenely. She nodded vigorously. “I have time for a quickie! I even have time for a longie if you want. As your secretary, that’s like totally in my job description!” she said proudly. Jaylene loved fucking Shawn. Well, she loved fucking anyone, but it was particularly good with Shawn. It wasn’t that he was especially hot - although dad bods? Yummmm! - but she really liked how he gripped her, handled her, controlled her. And the hungry look in his eyes told her she was in for a treat.

He nodded at the door. “Lock it, then come show me how good you are at your job.”

Hearing him order her around made her cunt throb. She scurried over to lock the door and then just as quickly assumed her position, kneeling in front of him, no longer worrying about her skirt riding up her ass and revealing her lacy white thong. She wasted no time opening his pants - unfastening his belt and fly with practiced precision despite her unwieldy nails - and fished out his quickly hardening cock. Jaylene stroked it and nuzzled it, breathing in the euphoric scent of his manhood, until it stood tall and proud in front of her. With one hand wrapped around its base, she parted her lips and took the head in her mouth, polishing it with her tongue.

“Oh fuck…” Shawn moaned, “Good girl.” His hand grabbed the back of her head and began pushing her down his cock.

Jaylene felt her body light up at his appreciation and his control. She took in more of his cock, still working it with her tongue even if it could now only reach the underside. Her throat opened expertly and she let him push her all the way until her lips bottomed out and her nose nestled in his pubic hair. She paused for a moment, allowing him to revel in the feeling of her tight throat. She felt her eyes begin to water, but she held it like the good slut she was. Then, upon feeling his hand let off, she pulled out and began bobbing on his glorious cock.

The room was filled with the sounds of her sloppily sucking on his dick and the occasional moan from her boss. His hand tightened in her hair and he took over the control of her head, fucking her face like she was his personal flashlight. Jaylene felt her cunt gush with arousal. Her lacy thong stuck to her wet folds.

“God, you're such a good slut,” he moaned. “I bet you're all wet for me, aren't you?”

“Mmph hmm…” she hummed on his cock.

Using her platinum blonde hair like a leash, Shawn pulled her head off his cock. Teary-eyed, drool dripping down her chin, Jaylene looked at him in his hungry eyes. “Then stand up and bend over, slut,” he growled.

Jaylene didn't have to be told twice. As soon as he released her hair, she stood up, turned towards his desk and bent over, her heavy funbags threatening to spill out of her bra and blouse. She knew how much Shawn loved her ass - even if her titties usually overshadowed it - and with her skirt bunched up around her waist, she decided to treat him by hooking her fingers into the straps of her lace thong and slowly pulling it over her bubble butt, peeling it off her glistening cunt in the process.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he growled as he stood from his chair. With a sharp slap, he brought his hand down on her plump ass. Jaylene yelped, her arms flew forward to steady herself on his desk, dropping her thong in the process and letting it slide the rest of the way down her long legs. Shawn came up behind her and teased his cock head between her wet pussy lips. She mewled in response.

“Do you like that, slut?”

Jaylene pushed her ass back towards him. “Please,” she begged, “Please, Shawn, I need your cock so bad…”

He heeded her request and pressed his thick cock head inside her. Jaylene gasped and moaned as it filled her, inch by inch. She pushed back to try to take it quicker, but he gripped firmly on her hip and stopped her from moving. Jaylene’s leg trembled when he finally bottomed out, but she willed it to stay straight. She needed to stay standing to get fucked like the slutty secretary she was.

Shawn began pistoning his hips, slowly at first to savor the grip of her tight cunt, but it soon accelerated into a steady rhythm. One hand reached forward and grabbed her hair, while the other stayed firm on her tiny waist, controlling the movement of her body, forcing her to move against him. Jaylene's tits didn't last long in their flimsy confines and soon spilled out, wobbling to and fro with each cycle. She let out a short high pitched squeak each time he bottomed out and his hips slapped against her ass, adding to the symphony of their fucking in his office.

A cup holding pens fell off the edge of the desk, but they didn't care, they didn't stop. The thrusts had sped up and her titties bounced unapologetically beneath her. Jaylene was in heaven.

“God, you're a good fuck…” he breathed.

That compliment was nearly enough to set her off. Jaylene felt the orgasm welling up within her, ready to burst, but she tried to hold it at bay. Shawn liked telling her what to do, and she liked doing it for him, so she didn't want to cum unless he told her too. Fortunately, whether it was the increased volume of her moans or how her body was fighting his grip to slam her harder against him, Shawn seemed to know that she was close.

“Are you wanting to cum?” he hissed.

“Uh-huh!” was the only intelligible sound she could make.

“Are you ready to cum all over my cock like the slutty secretary you are?”

His words made her cunt palpitate around his dick. If he wasn't careful, she was going to cum regardless. “F-f-fuuuuck yes…” she groaned.

He leaned forward, pulling her head back with her nearly white hair. “How do you ask?”

Jaylene was barely able to process the world around her. It was hard to separate herself from the cunt that was getting railed, but a part of her simple brain fought through. Interspersed between the rhythmic slaps of his pelvis against her ass, she managed to squeak out, “Please! Can! I! Cum?!”

Shawn pulled her closer. “Cum for me.”

Jaylene's body obeyed before her brain could even process the words. Her pussy clamped down hard onto his pistoning cock, amplifying the feeling, and the orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami. She cried out and tried collapsing forward, but his grip on her hair kept her head up. Her legs twitched and trembled, threatening to collapse under the overwhelming pleasure, but they stayed firm so Shawn could keep fucking her. His pace didn't slow and she felt spurt after spurt of her lust shoot out from her cunt with each plunge.

He groaned feeling her clamp down on him, and even halfway passed out from the orgasm, Jaylene knew he was close too. She knew how he liked to finish, so she drew up every ounce of willpower she had and pulled away from him. She couldn't mourn the fact that his cock was no longer in her cunt because she had a job to do. At once, he let go of her hair and her hip so she could spin around and kneel before him, presenting her bare chest and tits as a target. Her manicured hands took over on his cock and began pumping it quickly.

“Oh fuck, Shawn,” she whined performatively, “Can you please cum all over my titties?”

She felt his cock tense and then he let out a cathartic moan. His dick twitched and a gout of semen burst from his tip, followed by further shots with each subsequent twitch.

“Just like that,” she said, “Cum all over your slutty secretary.”

Jaylene kept milking his cock until the last drop emerged, and then leaned forward to gently wrap her thick red lips around the head and give it one final kiss, licking her prize off the end at the same time. Tasty, tangy, and ... um ... tasty. Shawn let out a deep sigh and collapsed into his chair.

“Fuck, Jaylene, that was just what I needed.”

Jaylene giggled. She cradled her gigantic titties in her arms and gazed at all the yummy cum glazing them. “Is your headache gone?” she asked.

Shawn chuckled. “Headache is gone.”

“Yay!” she sang before scooping some cum off her cleavage with her finger. “Thank you for cumming all over me.” She popped her finger in her mouth and pulled it out from between her lips with a loud pop.

“My pleasure,” he said with a sleepy grin.

A knock at his door startled them both. Shawn bolted upright and Jaylene dropped her tits before turning to the door. Whoever knocked tried the handle, but the door was locked and wouldn't open.

“I'm a little busy!” Shawn called out.

“Clearly!” Carol replied through the door, she sounded impatient and irritated. “I need your signature for an expense report, Shawn.”

“Can it wait fifteen minutes?” he asked. He was starting to pull up and fasten his pants while Jaylene made quick work of the sticky seed on her chest.

“Sure, just send your bimbo to find me when you're decent.”

Jaylene pulled her finger from her mouth with another pop and then looked at Shawn quizzically. “Who's your bimbo?” she asked.

“She was talking about you.” Shawn was busy fixing his shirt and tie, so Jaylene followed suit and began stuffing her fat tits back into her bra.

Jaylene thought for a moment and then frowned. “That's, like, so rude! I'm not just your bimbo, I'm your secretary!”

“And you're a damn good one too.” Shawn sat back into his chair and watched Jaylene continue to try to stuff twenty pounds of tit into a ten pound bag, unaware of exactly how much his compliment made her pussy gush for another round.

Jaylene kept her head down. No matter how much she wanted to fuck Shawn again, he needed her to be his secretary. When she finally managed to contain her boobs and rebuttoned her scarlet blouse, she stood and stretched her mini skirt over her ridiculous ass. The skin of her chest felt tight from the remnants of Shawn's cum that had dried there. It felt like a naughty secret she could walk around with all day; she loved it. Sexy secret semen.

Shawn spanked her lightly, sending yet another arousing jolt through her body. “You forgot your underwear,” he said, pointing at the lace thong on the ground.

Jaylene smirked, turned to face him and bent at the waist to give him an eyeful of her cleavage. She picked it up, reached over and stuffed it into Shawn's shirt pocket. “Keep it,” she smoldered, and then leaned forward to kiss his lips. When she pulled back, she saw that his cock was once again standing at attention, tenting the front of his pants. Her pussy clenched knowing that she’d have more work to do later.

“Is there anything else you need, Shawn? Or should I, like, go get Carol?” She stood up, towering over the seated man, but still happy that he didn't have to strain his neck to stare at her tits.

Shawn bit his lip. “I'm good for now, Jaylene. Go get Carol and I'll let you know when I get another headache later.”

Jaylene beamed and walked to the door. “Ok, boss! After I get Carol, I'll go back to doing… umm… whatever else I should be doing!” She waggled her manicured fingers at him to say goodbye and strode out into the hallway like sex on legs.

She walked over to Carol's office, the door was slightly open and she peaked her head in. Carol’s office was arranged the same way as Shawn's, only it was a little smaller. Carol sat at the far side of her desk facing the door looking fucking foxy as usual, and she immediately saw Jaylene looking in. Her expression changed from one of business to one of extreme irritation. Across from her sat a sharp-dressed man in a perfectly tailored dark suit and a shorter woman with a cute purple pixie cut and a black leather jacket.

Jaylene knocked lightly at the door, causing the other two to turn her way as well. She opened the door a little further and leaned in, giving everyone a very effective view of her tits trying once again to free themselves from their confines.

“Hiii, Carol! Shawn says he’s free now whenever you need him.”

Carol rolled her eyes and glared at the building's walking pair of tits. Jaylene was oblivious because she was busy smiling and whispering hellos to the two guests. “Ok. Thanks, Jaylene,” Carol spat, “You can go now.”

Jaylene snapped her attention back to Carol, her eyes wide open and innocent. “Okie dokie!” she sang, but before she could leave, another thought infiltrated her simple brain. “Ohmygosh, Carol, I wanted to tell you I love your blouse! That color looks, like, super good on you. It makes your boobs, like, pop!”

Carol blinked, clearly not expecting the earnest compliment. “Uh… thanks, Jaylene.”

The purple-haired woman smiled slowly, eyes glinting. The man beside her leaned back, watching Jaylene hungrily.

Jaylene tilted her head, still smiling. “Do you guys need anything? Coffee? Water? I’m super good at getting coffee.”

Carol waved her away. “We’re fine. Go on.”

“Okay!” Jaylene chirped. The woman with purple hair waved her fingers at her as she left. As Jaylene stepped back into the hallway, she heard Carol say, “See what I mean?”

The other woman responded, “Do you ever wish things were different?”

Jaylene giggled and walked away. She didn't know much, but one thing she did know was that she would never wish for anything to change. She loved her life too much.