Kyle, struggling to concentrate at work

Kyle drummed his fingers on his desk as he tried to focus on the document in front of him. Being in work felt so slow and torturous to him now, ever since they’d discovered the World Processor it had changed his perspective on the importance of what he was even doing here. Kyle had decided that it wasn’t about the pay check anymore; it was about keeping himself grounded. It was his duty to restrain himself, for the very same reason he’d limited everyone to one change each, he felt it was important to maintain his normal life to avoid being corrupted by the power the machine offered.

His concentration wasn’t helped by Cheryl and Samantha’s conversations. The two women were just as youthful and beautiful in appearance as Bianca and Pamela, but their brunette hair colour revealed their mid-thirties age.

“How’s your sister?” Samantha asked, turning her chair to talk to Cheryl who quickly closed down a document of her own and leaned forward, ready to gossip.

“Oh, she’d doing much better, thank you. Obviously when the doctors tasted lemon they were concerned but they put her on a drip and kept her in over the weekend”

“Oh no! The whole weekend? I hope it wasn’t anything serious?”

“They’re not really sure what caused it, the doctors were tasting her every hour and encouraging her to masturbate as much as she could to flush whatever it was through her system. They got her from lemon to lime and then managed to get her back to pineapple last night, thankfully”

Kyle listened with casual interest, he was glad Cheryl’s sister was on the mend. He couldn’t help but wonder what pussy used to taste like if Bianca had been serious that it was one of her changes. Kyle was sceptical though, from medicine to advertising, there was just too many social constructs that relied on the taste of women’s fruits.

“Oh that’s great news!”

“Yeah! We got the news this morning that they finally let her boyfriend Chris in to fuck her, after spending the weekend masturbating so much I think she really needed it”

“I can imagine, god, after that I hope he covered her in cum!” Samantha said in sympathy, then casually slipped her left hand under her business skirt and started stroking teasingly.

Cheryl flicked her hair as she picked up a cup of coffee from her desk and took a sip, “I think he was with one of his other girlfriends but they visited her specially”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of him! Any news on when they’ll let her c-c-come home?” Samantha said, her voice breaking slightly as her fingers danced across her sex under her clothes.

“We hope tonight. My mom’s been going in every day to visit and said she’s really not enjoying being stuck in hospital all this time. On the one hand she’s been lucky she’s got a bed right on the ground floor so she can get outside to do her business, but on the other… well… Apparently the most difficult part is the milker the hospital uses; it’s one of those horrible, portable electric milkers they wheel round to your bed.”

Kyle’s ears perked up at the mention of milking, but he **** himself to stay calm, everything was normal.

Samantha winced and cupped one of her breasts in responsive protectiveness, her masturbation slowing down, “The clunky old ones? I hate those things, I mean obviously a good milking is a good milking but when I went in to have my appendix out that was easily the worst part of the whole experience”

Kyle decided if he sat there and kept listening he’d never get any work done, so he stood up, excused himself from the girls and headed out to the break room to grab a cup of coffee.

What he found when he walked into the room made him stop and stare.