Julie (Office - Day 5)

Julie hesitated at the entrance to the office, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her slightly baggy button-up shirt. An unfamiliar weight hung in her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. She knew this day marked a significant change in her life, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her heart was pounding against her rib-cage in anticipation.

"Julie," an authoritative voice called out from behind her, "the HR department needs to see you."

How did she know the name Kara gave me?, Jack, now Julie wondered. Did she submit the paperwork yesterday maybe? What else had she already planned out? Her thoughts sent a shiver down her spine, that traveled to her new forming clitoris and spread warmth through her forming pussy. She snapped back to the present when she her someone snapping.

She turned and saw Mr. Thompson, stern-faced and unyielding, his hand reaching out to guide her towards HR. The warm touch of his fingers against her arm sent a shiver down her spine. As they walked, Julie could feel her pulse quicken, and a subtle heat began to spread through her body.

Upon entering the small, dimly-lit HR office, Julie was met with a scrutinizing gaze from Ms. Jenkins, the head of HR. A sense of dread settled over Julie as she took her seat opposite the desk.

"Julie," Ms. Jenkins began, her voice clipped and professional, "we have your new name on file already. You are to finish up your current project so it can be transferred to another coworker. By the end of the week, you'll be assigned to a new position within the company."

The words echoed in Julie's ears, further solidifying the reality of her transformation. She swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach, but there was also a flicker of excitement buried deep within her.

"Thank you, Ms. Jenkins," Julie murmured, her voice barely audible. She exited the office, her mind racing as she sought out Maria, the Office Sucker.

Maria's presence was unmistakable, her voluptuous form crawling gracefully across the floor, her long black hair trailing behind her. Her collar read "CUMDUMP" in bold letters, and her naked body glistened with a sheen of perspiration.

"Maria," Julie said hesitantly, "I have a new name." She shared the name, a heavy silence following the revelation.

Maria's large, dark eyes met Julie's, her full lips curving into a knowing smile. Without a word, Maria stood up slowly and wrapped her arms around Julie, her warm, naked body pressing against the fabric of Julie's shirt. The softness of Maria's breasts and the firmness of her embrace sent a jolt of arousal and acceptance through Julie's body.

"Embrace it, mi amor," Maria whispered into Julie's ear, her breath hot and heavy on Julie's skin. "You're going to love being a Sucker."

Julie's heart pounded as Maria broke the embrace and returned to her crawling position, and crawled off. Julie's body trembling with a mix of fear, excitement, and lust. It was a foreign sensation that threatened to consume her, but deep down, she knew it was something she had always craved.

Determined to finish her project by the end of the week and prove she wasn't lesser, Julie made her way to her desk. The cold, calculating world of finance seemed like a stark contrast to the raw and primal existence she was about to enter. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts were a swirling whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty.

"Julie," a sultry voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Susan, standing tall with her generous breasts barely contained in her blouse, and her 15-inch cock hanging down from her short pencil skirt, its girth an intimidating display of power. Her giant testicles bulged the skirt considerably, making it impossible to look away.

"Ms. Jenkins told me about your new position," Susan said with a wicked grin. Slowly, methodically, Susan opened Julie's buttoned shirt, revealing her soft, pillow-y breasts, propped up by her half-bra. The air in the room felt electrifying her exposed nipples were able to breath. Susan moved closer, her erect cock throbbing with desire.

"Let me give you a proper send-off," Susan whispered, her hand expertly stroking her massive member.

As much as Julie wanted to resist, her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened under Susan's gaze, a flush creeping up her neck and face. She felt a rush in her pants. It was almost like an erection, but more in her belly, more frustrating. She tried flexing, using her old muscles, and nothing. The frustration and humiliation only heightening her arousal.

In mere moments, Susan moaned deeply, her hand moving faster as she pumped her cock. Julie watched with wide eyes, unable to look away as hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from Susan's tip. The first spurt hit Julie squarely in the mouth, where she automatically licked it up. This seemed to really trigger Susan, and she continued to unload on Julie, mostly splattering onto her now-exposed breasts. The heat of it, the primal scent, made Julie feel dizzy with lust.

"Keep your shirt open for the rest of the day," Susan ordered, her tone authoritative yet seductive. "Let everyone see how much you want this. And don't eat any of it!"

Julie couldn't argue, feeling a newfound sense of submission wash over her. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she muttered, "Yes, Susan."

As Susan departed with a satisfied smirk, Julie sat back at her desk, her chest still adorned with the exposed evidence of her imminent transformation. The weight of Susan's cum on her breasts served as a stark reminder of the reality awaiting her. Though embarrassed and overwhelmed, Julie couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins as she embarked on this new path.

Julie tried her best to focus on finishing the project, glancing nervously around the office as she typed. Every time she caught a coworker's gaze, her face flushed scarlet with shame. Her cum covered tits still exposed. Despite this, Julie couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that bubbled in her stomach, making it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the transformation that awaited her.

When the clock finally struck five, Julie gathered her belongings and rushed out of the office. She was eager to escape the stares and whispers that had followed her all day, but in her haste, she completely forgot about the state of her open shirt.

As she stepped out onto the busy city streets, the cool breeze kissed her cum-splattered breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She found she enjoyed the feeling of her nipples hardening. It wasn't until a man walking past gave her an appreciative whistle that she realized her mistake. Her breath hitched as panic gripped her heart.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting around in search of someplace to hide. But there was no refuge to be found; she was surrounded by strangers, all bearing witness to her bare, glistening chest.

"Keep your head up, girl," said a woman passing by, her voice filled with sympathy and understanding. "We've all been there."

Julie swallowed hard, trying to take comfort in the woman's words. She knew that exposure like this wasn't uncommon in the city, thanks to the virus that had affected so many. But that knowledge did little to ease her embarrassment.

She tucked what she could of her tits back into the bra. Kara had been mean to give her a half-bra this morning, Julie thought. Her breasts overflowing the bra now, having grown considerably throughout the day. Buttoning up the shirt, the jizz created wet spots all over the front, only slightly less embarrassing than having her nipples waving at everyone as she walked.

With each step she took towards home, Julie felt her mind racing, her body acutely aware of every stare and whisper that punctuated her journey. She couldn't believe how her life had changed so dramatically, or how quickly she had grown accustomed to this new reality. In her most private thoughts, she admitted that perhaps this was what she needed – something to awaken desires she never knew she had.

As Julie finally reached her home, she exhaled a heavy sigh of relief. The door shut behind her, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. She stood in the dim light of her living room, her heart pounding in her now-larger chest as she stared down at her wet shirt, soaked and stained with Susan's cum.

"Is this really me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability. But as she looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror, an unfamiliar spark ignited within her – one that whispered to her that maybe, just maybe, she could embrace this new identity and find pleasure in a life she never imagined possible.