Looks like the shopping spree is on

After a few more texts to establish exactly where Celina was, I set off. This was definitely going to be on the clock, and on the corporate credit card.

Especially since it looked like Celina didn't have any clothes that fit her.

I stopped on the way to get a cup of coffee, though, and lingered when the TV went to the news of the day.

"Good afternoon, I'm Aaron Williams. Our top story," the newsreader said. "The hashtag #CoffeeIsForGods continues to trend as social media remains abuzz with discussion of the moment five and a half hours ago when, as everyone reports, they suddenly had the feeling that coffee was only to be drunk by gods.

"A few people report drinking the beverage in the hope of becoming a god, but as yet there is no word of anyone having become a deity as of earlier today.

"However, after five minutes, people report no longer believing that coffee is reserved for gods, and resumed drinking it normally.

"I interviewed world-renowned psychic Abraham Cade about the phenomenon."

I pulled out my cell and texted Celina again, telling her I'd be a bit late and to just hang tight.

"Mr. Cade," the newsreader/interviewer said, "what can you tell us about these strange events?"

Psychics. My huge ass. The guy was obviously a fake. But I didn't say so; talking to myself in a crowded coffee shop would just make me look weird, and I already stood out enough.

"Well, Aaron, it's hard to say. Given what I felt as I suddenly believed that coffee is, in fact, only for gods, I suspect there was a spontaneous shift in the collective subconscious that embedded this belief in everyone simultaneously."

Load of bullshit. How anyone could take this seriously was beyond me.

"And what of it ending?" Aaron took a sip of coffee to emphasize the point.

"A similar shift, and a loosening of tension," the supposed psychic said. "As if we had been **** into an unnatural state and were being returned to normal."

"And what do you think of the possibility of it happening again?"

"I can't say anything about that." Finally, something honest. "It depends on how it was done. If it was merely some random, but supremely improbable, phenomenon, there should be nothing to worry about."

"And if it wasn't?"

"Then we should all be very worried, as in that case--I stress that I find this even more unlikely--the most probable explanation is that some single consciousness has realized the ability to alter quite possibly not only our minds, but possibly reality itself, to its will. We may find ourselves at the mercy of the whims of one person, powerless to resist as it reshapes everything we know as it sees fit."

"A truly terrifying thought," Aaron said. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Cade."

"Always a pleasure, Aaron."

"Our next story..."

I left the coffee shop at that point, as the news went to politics. Not something I was especially interested in. Oh, I made sure to do some research on the issues before I voted, but keeping up with the day-to-day rough and tumble was too depressing for me to want to do it.

That idiot "psychic" was obviously talking out of his ass. Completely ridiculous. But it was weird. It had been about five and a half hours ago when Meg suddenly refused to drink her coffee. And since then, I'd told Celina to be confident, and she walked out of my office a different woman than when she'd entered. And I'd also told her that she'd be sexy if she was confident, and now she'd sent me that image.

That was an even more ridiculous train of thought than the idea that Cade was a real psychic, so I quashed it and hurried to the department store where Celina awaited me.

A store employee was happy to show me to the changing room where Celina was hiding away--there was no way she could have been missed--and soon enough we were jammed in there together. The place felt about as cramped as the shower had that one time Meg and I tried to shower together.

"Thanks for coming, Ashley," Celina said. Everything about her was different. She stood tall and proud, even with her clothes having torn in a way that only barely left her most intimate parts covered. She didn't even hesitate as she used my first name. And she was so ridiculously sexy that she made my pussy get every bit as wet as it did each morning and evening when Meg and I lounged around in the buff. Wetter, really, since I'd grown very accustomed to Meg's form.

"No problem, Celina. So it looks like you're gonna get that shopping spree after all," I said, chuckling.

"Looks like," Celina agreed. God, even her voice was as brain-meltingly erotic as Meg's, or mine those few times I'd heard recordings of it.

"What happened?"

"Not sure," the newly-sexy woman said. "You just, well, you told me to be confident, so I was. And you told me that confidence is sexy, and that I'd be sexy if I was confident, and now, well, look at me." She stretched a bit. I wanted to gush like a fountain on the spot. "Looks like I'm every bit as hot as you are."

"You damn well are," i agreed. "Stay here. I'll get a tailor's tape and measure you, and then I'll get some clothes that should fit. Hopefully. Probably going to have to get custom-fitted stuff like Meg and I."

"I guess I'll just have to figure out how to fit that into my salary," Celina said.

"Company's dime," I reminded her. "If the higher-ups give me trouble, I'll call you down and between the three of us we can get them to agree to anything. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if I could get them to sell the company to us for a song."

"Wouldn't that be nice," Celina mused.

"Nah. That's just a lot of work. Much better to remain a lowly peon who always gets her budget increases approved and never gets audited."

After quickly taking Celina's new measurements, I walked swiftly around the store, collecting the largest clothes I could find. From the look of it, Celina wouldn't need a bra if she didn't want one, so at least I didn't have to look into getting that. She was just a bit thinner than Meg or I, so the few bras we owned had bands too large for her.

I took the stuff back. The one skirt I'd found restricted her steps even more than mine did, and the shirt stretched so tightly that it showed most of her cleavage, emphasized her huge nipples, and left her cut abs on full display. At least the shoes fit well enough. My panties would probably fit her, but she had no issues going commando for the rest of the day.

"Fuck, now I look even hotter," Celina said, admiring herself in the mirror. "I bet I could get anyone to fuck me. Hell, I'd fuck me." She turned to me, but didn't ask the question she obviously wanted to.

"If I weren't your boss, I'd fuck you." I had no compunctions about saying it. If anyone threatened to fire me for sexual harassment I'd just pull up the catalogue of how many times my bosses had been obviously lusting after me.

"Oh, you would, would you?" Celina struck an extremely provocative pose. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me, then."

"To what, become my boss?"

"No, to make you not care about that part."

I laughed. Fat chance of that happening, even if Celina got a hundred times sexier than she was. Sure, I wanted to cum on the spot looking at her, but I wasn't going to be led around by my libido.

I paid for the clothes--the cashier was extremely understanding about Celina's need to wear them out--and we went to the food court. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if there's another thing that Meg and I have that you got, because frankly it's something I find pretty hot." Celina had basically just become my wet dream, so I felt pretty confident about saying it.

"What's that?"

"We have such great metabolisms that we can basically eat whatever we want. No ill effects."

That led to us sitting down at a table ten minutes later each with a tray jammed full of huge burgers, greasy fries and soda packed full of sugar.

"Is this still on the clock?" Celina asked.

"Meg'll approve the extra time," I said confidently. Once she had nobody would question it.

"I'll need a new desk," Celina said after another bite.

"I have a standing desk I never use." I pulled out my company phone and sent an email to Facilities Management. "Your old one will be replaced by the time we get back, and I'll have a new one in my office in a few days."

"You're an awesome boss."

I had nothing to say to that; instead I just smiled a bit and blushed.

With lunch eaten, I decided not to return to the office right away. Celina's actual shift didn't start for another hour, and I texted Meg to make sure she could give my apologies to anyone who might want to see me. I wasn't usually absent this long, but it wasn't the first time it had happened.

Instead, I took Celina to the tailor who made most of Meg's and my clothing. We never went together, because neither of us would've been able to stand the snarky remarks the other would have made about our choice in clothes.

Of course, what Celina needed was both just as expensive as ours and would take a few days even to have the first pieces ready.

"Well that leaves me with nothing to wear," Celina said glumly. "God, Mom'll kill me."

"Hey, hey." I put a reassuring arm on her shoulder. She leaned into it a bit. "It's OK. You can stay with Meg and I."

"Really?" Celina said brightly.

"Really," I promised. "We can make space for a few days, and I'm sure we can come up with some explanation that your parents will accept."

I could already think of one or two, but I'd have to check with Meg to make sure there was yet more space in the budget. Or we'd have to go upstairs to convince the bean-counters to throw a few more beans our way.

"Besides," I went on, "who better to learn how to handle having a body like yours from than two women who're already used to it?"

"Hadn't even thought of that," Celina admitted.

"Just one thing you've got to know if you're gonna live with us for a bit."

"What's that?"

"Anyone as sexy as us isn't allowed to wear clothes when lounging around the house."

Celina had to stop and rest her hands on her knees from how hard she was laughing, but she didn't object.

When we got back to the office, I reminded Celina to write that letter attesting to Frank's various misdeeds, and once I got it, I sent off an email to HR. Ten minutes later I had a carbon copy of Frank's termination notice, which I forwarded to Celina.

Thankfully nobody had come to see me while I was busy helping Celina, so I was able to work out the financials with Meg. As I'd guessed, she was amenable to putting all of Celina's new clothes on the company's dime, and having the woman stay with us for a little while.

"How much overtime can you fit in there?" I asked.

"With or without another peep show?" she said.

"Ideally without."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Reason why Celina's living with us. It's not really in our areas of expertise but say it's ongoing monitoring of how she grew all of a sudden."

"Oh, that's easy. Won't even have to risk a heart attack to get it. You think they wouldn't want to bottle that and sell it if they could?"

"I doubt it's something that could just be bottled and sold," I said.

"They don't need to know that. The possibility'll be enough to get them paying us 24/7 if I ask for it. Imagine how much they could make from 'instant sexiness' elixirs."

"How much they'll think they could make, anyway."

"Good enough," Meg said.

"You're the best."

"Don't I know it."

I arranged for accountancy training for Celina to begin right away. Frank didn't technically have to pack up his desk until the end of the day, so she was just as glad not to have to be in the mailroom that afternoon. Which also had the pleasant side effect of making sure she, Meg and I all got off work at the same time, which made getting home much easier.

"God, is traffic always this bad?" Celina asked from where she was stretched out in the back seat. There wasn't enough room for someone built like us to sit properly there.

"Pretty much," Meg said.

"I never noticed. I take the train in every day," Celina observed.

"Well, unless you like the idea of having everyone mashing against your tits and ass, get used to the drive," I told her. "Soon enough you can join Meg and I in knowing the joys of interminable red lights."

"Hey, this morning wasn't so bad!" Meg reminded me.

"Yeah, because we're gonna get that again. It was a fluke, Meg. If I could change one thing it would be to get us green lights all the time, but we both know how realistic that is." I rolled my eyes.

It seemed to be a day for flukes, though, because it was clear sailing the rest of the way home.

Once the door closed behind us, Celina began stripping off with some alacrity. Meg noticed.

"What are you doing, Celina?" Sure, Meg and I got naked sooner or later, but not right away.

"Ashley told me. People as sexy as we are can't wear clothes here."

Meg looked sharply at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked very sheepish.

"Well, it just kinda happened between us, but I'll go with it if Ash thinks it's a good idea," Meg said, and began removing her clothes right then and there, instead of in her bedroom.

Suddenly I felt very overdressed, and decided that it would be best not to wait before following suit.

Meg fired up her console, and as it turned out, Celina was an avid gamer herself. I'd never much seen the appeal. I wanted to relax when I was being entertained, which usually meant curling up in a chair while I watched a nice movie.

Having both of them distracted suited me fine, though, because I preferred not to be bugged while putting together another culinary masterpiece.

"You know," Celina said over dinner, a perfect chicken parmesan, "I've been having these funny feelings all day, ever since the whole #CoffeeIsForGods thing this morning."

"You felt that too?" Meg asked.

"Well, I was still asleep," Celina admitted, "but I had a pretty vivid dream where I drank a cup of coffee and suddenly I was flinging fire from my hands and everyone was bowing down around me."

"I was afraid to drink it. I thought I'd get hit with a thunderbolt," Meg told her.

"Then when I was talking with Ashley," Celina continued, "I could feel, well, I don't know, but maybe? Things seemed to be changing, sort of, but it all felt so right. She told me to be confident, so I was. She told me to be sexy, so I was."

"Look, I dunno what's going on," I said.

"I think that psychic was onto something," Meg said.

"That guy? He was clearly full of shit."

"Oh, he probably pulled it right out of his ass," Meg agreed, "but look at what's gone on. You say coffee is the 'nectar of the fucking gods' and suddenly #CoffeeIsForGods trends like mad. You tell Celina to be confident and sexy and suddenly she looks like, well, you can see. What else have you been saying?"

"You can't be serious."

"I damn well can," Meg said.

"I think I'd know if I was doing this," I retorted.

"Would you, though?" Celina said. "You could just rationalise it all as a wild coincidence."

"I think your growing a foot and a half in an hour can't be explained by coincidence," Meg argued.

Both Meg and Celina looked at me expectantly.

"Look, this is all nonsense. But if it'll make you happy..." I affected a singsong voice. "I wish we knew what was going on!" I turned back to them. "Happy?"

Then the revelation hit like the proverbial thunderbolt. At least it wasn't the real one Meg had been afraid of.

"Holy fuck," Meg said.

"Holy fuck is right," Celina said. "Never mind owning the company, Ashley."

I just stared at the wall. "I don't just own the company," I whispered. "I own the entire universe."