Nick and Sabrina get interrupted.

With his dick softening and his rampant sexual appetite sated - for the time being, at least - Nick felt his thoughts beginning to clear up. It wasn’t quite the same kind of post-nut clarity that other guys experienced, but even with how incessant his sex drive was he was still kept somewhat in line by his refractory period… not that Sabrina was making it any easier. She had scooted forward with his flagging cock held in her palm and was continuing to trail kisses up along his slick shaft.

“H-Hold on a second, Sabs…” Nick grunted out.

Despite having just cum he could feel his oversized prick beginning to stir back to life; the sight of Sabrina on her knees doting on his dick was enough to get his blood pumping again. Getting the chance to throat such an impressive cock was its own reward, but Sabrina was also relieved that she had managed to expertly and effectively distract Nick from using the P.A.D. - or so she thought. All of the pieces of her new reality had fallen neatly into place and her current situation followed a logical chain of events that made perfect sense to the newly created cocksucker. The only thing that gave her even a moment of pause was when she tried to think of the reason she hadn’t sucked Nick off earlier; she definitely didn’t need the P.A.D. to get into a guy’s pants.

Sure, she was built like a twig, but Sabrina’s confidence came from a discovery she had made when she first started developing an interest in boys; they didn’t care how big her tits were if she was willing to suck cock. A lot of her shyness and apprehension had been undone when she realized that a forward offer of no-string-attached fellatio worked almost every time. She watched prettier girls strike out because they weren’t willing to go the distance, but Sabrina took pride in the power that came with being on her knees. She struggled with the actual physical act at first, but repetition helped form the positive association in her brain and, well, here she was. A nineteen-year-old with oral skills that would make a porn star blush.

But she wasn’t going to let Nick’s tasty cock get in the way of her mission - she had to get the device out of his hands. He hadn’t used it yet and she was aware that even if he did she wouldn’t know, but surely any kind of big shake-up to her life would be somewhat noticeable… right? So her plan was to keep one hand stroking his dick to keep him distracted while she rose to her feet and grabbed the P.A.D. out of his hand, which would have been a fine course of action if it wasn’t for Nick’s heightened libido.

He had just begun to regain enough rational thought to realize the scary implications of the unassuming card he held. Nick was a little more mature and a little more wary of the apparent power of the P.A.D., but unfortunately the tune-up that he had received to his sex drive made it easy for his sound judgment to get clouded by the hormones coursing through his body. He had tried to warn Sabrina but his dick was already bobbing at attention, held firmly in her soft hands, and his train of thought was quickly shifting from ‘why was the device doing this’ to ‘what could the device do’.

Nick let out a quiet, shuddering groan and surprised Sabrina with another needy kiss; she had barely managed to stand up before he had her pinned against the wall again. He could taste himself on her tongue, the reminder of her amazing deepthroating driving him wild… and driving the P.A.D. back into action. He had one hand on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades, the small device pressed between his palm and her body so that he couldn’t even see the display. Nick’s horny brain figured that her squirming meant she was into it and not that Sabrina was trying to knock the device loose so that it was out of reach; the idea that she was getting so turned on from a kiss made him double-down and deepen it, slipping his tongue into her mouth with a muffled moan. His hips rocked forward to glide his cock between her fingers and press it against her flat stomach. The P.A.D. thrummed but he couldn’t see what selection he had inadvertently made, the results only becoming apparent when he felt it against his lips.

At first he thought the pressure was coming from Sabrina leaning forward into their kiss, but the expanding softness spreading across his face made him reconsider. Nick’s curiosity won out and he pulled back, albeit reluctantly, to observe. Sabrina’s thin lips were steadily swelling, the sheen from their shared spit-swap accentuating the perfectly-shaped curve of their plump, slightly bee-stung appearance. Her tongue flitted out and ran over her new pink pillows, then she sighed in a breathy coo. Nick would have to double-check the P.A.D. to find out that it had cemented Sabrina’s new oral skills with a full-blown fixation, the pleasant sensations coming from her bigger lips no longer just psychological feedback but a very tangible physical response. It felt very good, so much so that she almost regretted that he had broken off their kiss so early.

Nick had to take a moment to admire how much the change altered the landscape of Sabrina’s face. Her lips were soft, full, and kissable, not artificially bloated; they drew attention, easily the most noticeable and attractive feature on the otherwise mousy girl. He could taste… lipgloss? The slight fruitiness was on his tongue and spread across his own lips - Sabrina definitely wasn’t wearing that before. But it made sense now; why wouldn’t she want to make them more noticeable? Her sexuality was so centered around her mouth now that Nick wondered… what if he…

“Wh- Mmff! Mnhhh…” Sabrina’s surprised squeak was cut off when Nick slid his index finger between her plush lips.

Her gaze immediately fell into a half-lidded look of content pleasure, her perfect pillows wrapping around Nick’s finger almost instinctively. Sabrina began to lazily bob her head, her tongue swirling around the offered digit, cheeks caving slightly with suction as she fell into what was now a behavior of rote comfort. Her scrawny body leaned into Nick’s embrace, concerns about the P.A.D. drifting to the back of her mind. She was too caught up in the pleasurable friction of his finger gliding between her lips when she pushed her face far enough forward to meet his knuckle, and gasped out in delight when he decided to introduce his middle finger to her mouth. Nick marveled at the apparent off-switch that he had just discovered, the oral-obsessed teen that he had accidentally created happily suckling on his fingers and letting out little sighs through her nose. It was hot in a way that he wasn’t expecting, his stiff dick grinding up along Sabrina’s stomach when he tightened his hug, pinning it between both of their bodies.

“You love this, don’t you?” Nick teased in a low voice.

“Aahhnn…” Sabrina couldn’t manage a coherent reply, especially not with the way Nick spread his fingers apart in her mouth, forcing her plump lips to separate and making drool dribble down her chin.

He brought his fingers back together and began to pump them in and out of her eager mouth, fingerfucking the girl’s lips to her vocal delight. Her moans were mostly stifled by the intruding digits but the way she wriggled against him gave Nick all the feedback he needed. He could feel her stiff nipples pressing into his chest, even through her apron, and Sabrina had wrapped her spindly legs around his thigh so she could grind against him through her jeans. While it didn’t feel as good as the blowjob Nick was more than happy to rub his engorged cock against Sabrina’s slender frame, their mutual dry humping driving the both of them to higher and louder peaks of pleasure until-

“Mnnnhh!” Sabrina’s body stiffened and shivered, her eyelids fluttering and her lips clamping down hard around Nick’s fingers.

He chuckled softly and held her close while she rode out her climax, eventually withdrawing his soaked hand; the front of Sabrina’s shirt and apron were similarly damp with the spit that had flowed down her face.

“That was not fair,” Sabrina laughed weakly as she caught her breath. Her heart was still thumping in her chest and something as simple as wiping her mouth with the back of her hand was enough to make her shudder in pleasure. “You’ve seen me blush when I use a straw so you decide to - mnh - ram your fingers into my mouth? Dick.”

“What about it?” Nick joked back as the dick in question gave a heavy throb that Sabrina could feel near her sternum. “It’s only fair. You made me cum so I-”

Unfortunately their cute moment was interrupted by the familiar shrill voice of the Bean Roaster’s manager, immediately jarring the new lovers back to reality.

“What the fuck are you two doing?!”

Despite everything that had happened that afternoon there was still a part of both Nick and Sabrina’s brains that viscerally reacted to the harsh sound of Florence’s incredulous scream. It was the sort of shriek that the older woman usually saved for the most supreme fuck-ups; shattered coffee pots, massively bungled orders, and - as the pair had just found out - walking in on two of her employees in the middle of a sexual liaison. Nick and Sabrina hastily untangled themselves, with Nick attempting to pull his pants up despite the twelve-inches of rock hard cock impeding him. He pivoted his body away from their manager to try and maintain a shred of modesty but he knew there was no way he was going to be able to hide his erection. Even after he managed to stuff it into his jeans it was clearly outlined against the denim, snaking down his leg and forcing him into an awkward wide stance. It was that or risk it straining his zipper, and his pants weren’t designed to handle a lewd bulge of that size.

Plus it would’ve been really uncomfortable.

Sabrina slunk back against the wall and used her apron to wipe away the spit she still had smeared around her mouth, but it was going to be more difficult cleaning her smudged makeup. Between the blowjob and Nick’s fingering of her sensitive lips all of the strawberry-flavored gloss had been rubbed off, and even with the anxiety of getting chewed out by her boss Sabrina still fiddled with the tube of the substance she kept in her pocket. It was a compulsion, the same as how she sucked her plump bottom lip under the top one, nibbling on it to soothe her nerves.

“We have a line out the door,” Flo continued, her posture leaning in aggressively. “And you two are back here, half-naked instead of doing your fucking jobs!”

Well, that wasn’t fair. Only Nick was half-naked, but Sabrina didn’t think it was the time to try and correct the furious woman.

“Jesus, Nick, tie your apron around your waist before a customer calls in a fucking harassment case against you!” She growled while pointing at his crotch.

Even the threat of losing his job wasn’t enough to rob him of his hard-on; not much could, the boy considering this to just be a momentary diversion before he could go back to taking care of his needy dick. While he complied with the order from their disgusted manager he was **** to place the P.A.D. down on the shelf behind him, and Sabrina’s eyes immediately darted to the unattended device. Attention wasn’t on her at the moment and unlike her perpetually-horny coworker she could still think somewhat critically. A minimum-wage gig slinging lattes for yuppies on their way to the local office park was nothing compared to the power that little rectangle possessed. So, while Nick was trying to stammer out an embarrassed excuse she swiped it and tucked it into her pocket unnoticed.

“Look, Flo, we were just-” Nick didn’t even finish his sentence before she cut him off.

“Shut. It.”

The creases of age on her face deepened with her anger and her arms crossed over her flabby midsection, her company polo shirt doing little to hide her weight. The years hadn’t been kind to Florence, both on her body and on her overall attitude. No one wanted to be stuck managing a chain coffeehouse in their mid-40’s; Sabrina had met their regional manager a few times and he was easily a decade younger than Flo. The window for upward movement had closed for her and she had always been keen to take it out on her employees, though Sabrina had to admit that it was somewhat justified in this case.

‘Just a little…’ the younger girl thought to herself while stealing one last glimpse at the imprint of Nick’s cock before he hid it behind his apron. She didn’t exactly regret going down on a coworker while she was on the clock; in fact, she had lost her first job by pulling a similar stunt. It was a good thing Bean Roasters didn’t care about references. Sabrina was more embarrassed about getting caught; she knew that they should have been stealthier, maybe taking it to a locked bathroom and not being so loud. But the power that the P.A.D. gave her also made her careless, but what was she supposed to do? Not suck Nick’s cock after she had super-sized it? It seemed like a waste if she didn’t.

Flo opened her mouth to continue her tirade but it was her turn to be interrupted, this time by a muffled but still very audible:

BZZZTT!

It stopped the manager in her tracks and was a sobering reminder for Nick, who suddenly realized that he no longer had the P.A.D. in his possession. Now Flo’s fury was redirected at Sabrina, the scrawny teen only able to offer a meek smile as she braced herself for the shouting session that she was in for, full lips curling nervously.

“Was that your fucking phone?” She seethed in a low voice, which was somehow more intimidating than when she was yelling.

“Uhh…” Sabrina couldn’t think of an excuse, eyes widening a little in worry and glancing over to Nick for some kind of help.

They made eye contact, but Nick didn’t look concerned. Instead he looked… expectant. It puzzled Sabrina for a moment but even with her boss ready to rip her apart she could put the clues together. Nick hadn’t actually used the P.A.D., had he? What could he have possibly changed? Racking her brain didn’t turn up any obvious answers but the possibility that something had slipped by without her noticing was concerning.

BZZZTT!

Sabrina ripped the device out of her pocket, its vibrations not helping her process the current situation. It was showing her manager on its display, ‘FLORENCE HOFFMAN’, but more alarmingly it was already flashing ‘INPUT SELECTED’ by the time it cleared her pocket.

Picking up on Sabrina’s thoughts, it was already altering Flo’s appearance; at first the teen thought that her boss was just getting a makeover, the wrinkles on the older woman’s face becoming less prominent, worry lines fading and the dark bags under her eyes smoothing out. It was like she actually bothered with a skincare routine now, got enough sleep, and didn’t spend all her time scowling at her horny, incompetent employees - but then Sabrina noticed her hair. Flo’s frizzy hair was done up in a messy bun, but the streaks of gray that ran through it were turning back to their natural muddy brown, then deepened into rich dark auburn locks that fell around her shoulders when the elastic holding them up vanished. Excess weight fell off of her formerly dumpy body, her doughy midsection pinching inwards and causing her polo to billow like an oversized tarp for a moment before it also shrunk to accommodate her new size. She looked healthy, with enough meat on her to accentuate her hips and give her thighs and a butt that pleasantly filled out her slacks. Florence’s bust shrank a little as she shed the pounds, leaving her with modest breasts, but the biggest change was to her face. The fat around her neck and her jowly cheeks tightened up, dramatically changing her jawline and showing prominent cheekbones that had been hidden for years.

Sabrina was surprised at how good Flo looked, and fully expected that to be the extent of the changes, but as her manager continued to morph in front of her she realized that this wasn’t a simple makeover. Florence looked younger because she was younger, the clock rolling back through the years and undoing the harsh toll that time had taken on the woman. She looked to be entering her 20’s now, closer in age to Nick as a vibrancy returned to her eyes, their sunken stare now bright and youthful. She lost even more weight, the mature curves starting to melt off and her clothing changing yet again, not just resizing but fully transforming. Her polo changed from the off-white color that indicated management into the same seafoam blue that the floor employees wore, and an apron wrapped itself around her more slender frame - still not as skinny as Sabrina, but much thinner than she had been just a few moments ago. A smattering of makeup applied itself to her teenage features, and if Sabrina had to guess Florence’s backwards trip through time had left them the same age.

Flo blinked, clearly unsure of what she had been trying to say now that all of the anger and contempt had evaporated from her. The weight of decades of stress and disappointment had simply never happened to the bubbly teen, and for the first time since Sabrina had met her…

…Flo smiled.

“Wow! That’s, like, a really thin phone,” Florence said in an airy voice that lacked the bite that Sabrina had grown used to.

“Yeah, so, uh… You won’t tell anyone about this, will you Flo?” Nick asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Sabrina noticed that his uniform had changed as well; it was like he had swapped with their former manager, sporting the white polo she used to wear now that he clearly held seniority over the younger girl. The entire situation had changed - rather than getting busted by their boss, one of Nick’s subordinates had walked in on him in a compromising position. Sabrina’s head swam; the dynamic of the store had changed dramatically and she was having some difficulty keeping up.

“That depends!” Flo chirped with a sly smirk. “Can I have tomorrow off?”

“Look Flo…” Nick started with an exasperated sigh.

He sounded more annoyed than upset at what should have been an employment-ending incident; but rather than calling the corporate offices and reporting her employee-turned-boss, Florence laughed it off like it was a common occurrence. Sabrina kept quiet while the other two talked, observing the new relationship and power structure that existed between them.

“If you can’t keep that thing in a cage for an entire eight hour shift, that’s your problem,” Flo said with a stifled giggle while pointing at Nick’s cock-print with a well-manicured finger. “All I’m saying is that it would take, like, one call to the regional manager, Nick.”

“Look, Flo,” Nick repeated with a bit more ****. “Just… Go out onto the floor and take care of the line, okay? I’ll cover your shift tomorrow.”

“Okey doke! I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Don’t make too much of a mess, Sabs!” Flo bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, clearly satisfied with his answer but unable to help herself from leaving one last teasing comment before she left.

“Do you think she’d really go over your head and get you in trouble?” Sabrina finally asked once they were alone again.

“What? No,” Nick replied with a quiet laugh. “She did the exact same thing when she caught me and Yvonne in the bathroom last month, remember? Flo’s just a brat, and this is her first job. As long as she does the work and doesn’t go running to corporate about what, uhhh, goes on during our ‘down time’…”

Sabrina blinked. Who was Yvonne? She scanned the wall behind Nick where a kitschy company-mandated collage lived, the colorful construction paper letters spelling out ‘OUR TEAM!’ just above pictures of all of the Bean Roaster’s employees. Sure enough, there was a picture of a brunette girl that Sabrina had never met before, ‘YVONNE’ printed out on the bottom of the Polaroid that was thumb-tacked to the wall. In fact, Sabrina didn’t recognize most of the faces pinned up there, all of which belonged to pretty young women. It made sense once she thought about it; Nick was the hiring authority for their location and he apparently had a few biases when it came to employee preferences. Was he trying to build a harem or something?

Poor Nick let his dick do a lot of the thinking for him, but despite the way it was still needily throbbing in his pants he knew that he had more pressing matters to take care of… even if he wanted to press that cock right up against Sabrina again.

“We need to talk about that card… thing,” he said with a nod towards Sabrina’s closed hand.

She audibly gulped and brought the P.A.D. up towards her chest, clutching it possessively and biting down on her bottom lip - a nervous tic that Nick had to admit was very cute.

“Uhm… what about it?” She feigned ignorance as best she could.

“What about it? Sabs, look at what it did to your face!”

“My f- Wait, you changed my face?” Sabrina balked.

“You mean you can’t tell? Sabrina you-” Nick stopped himself and collected his thoughts. “What is that thing, Sabs?”

Sabrina was too caught up looking at herself in the front-facing camera on her phone, scrutinizing her image on the screen to try and glean any changes that Nick might have made. Everything looked normal to her, and she even ran her tongue across her lips just to make sure they felt the same, causing a small shiver to run through her body.

“Sabs! Focus!” Nick had to raise his voice a little to snap her out of it.

“God, I don’t know, okay?” She shot back defensively. “It just showed up in the mail yesterday and it can, I dunno, do stuff. Change people. But it’s weird and sometimes just goes off without me trying to use it.”

“So you have used it before?” Nick continued to probe.

“A couple of times on a friend just to test it out and-” Sabrina’s eyes subconsciously drifted down to Nick’s crotch for a moment. “-that’s all.”

“Sabrina, that thing is dangerous. Maybe you should-” He didn’t get a chance to finish before she cut him off.

“I should what? Give it to you so you can do something else to my face?” Sabrina bit back.

Nick winced. It was a good thing he didn’t mention her new oral fixation, but it was becoming clear that Sabrina was unsure about the specifics of the change. He figured that she wouldn’t have even known anything was different if he didn’t let it slip, which made him worry in turn that she had done something to him without his knowledge. She was pouting in anger, but with her new plush lips it just made Nick want to kiss her.

“Fine, look, I’ll… I’ll turn it off, okay?” She offered while holding it out, her thumb and forefinger pressing in on the device’s sides.

“Does it have an ‘off’ button?” Nick asked. “It felt totally smooth when I held it.”

“Yeah, see? It’s off.”

Sabrina was lying. Partially because she didn’t want Nick to worry about her doing something behind his back, and partially because she was annoyed that he would have the audacity to use it on her… even though she had used it on him. But that was different because it was an accident. Besides, the device had been mailed to her, so in some way it was like she was supposed to have it. Right?

She could still see the mistrust in his eyes and knew that it would be impossible to get the cat back in the bag. Sabrina liked Nick, but unfortunately she didn’t like him enough to let him go about unchecked with knowledge of the P.A.D.’s existence. Nick didn’t know about the quirk regarding the device’s display, and so had no idea that Sabrina was staring at his holo-likeness even while she assured him that she had disabled the thing. He had his suspicions that something was up when he noticed her nibbling on her bottom lip, brows knitted in apparent concentration while she navigated the device’s UI and brought up ‘ATTITUDE TOWARDS USER’ once more.

“Is everything-” He began, but he didn’t get far before Sabrina found what she was looking for.

‘DOTING DEFERENCE’ seemed appropriate. It would be tough for him to act against her interests if he was more concerned about her wellbeing than his own, right? ‘INPUT SELECTED’ flashed, and the change in Nick’s demeanor was immediately apparent. The look of concern he wore on his face immediately softened, his eyes wide and trusting and the tension in his shoulders melting away as he leaned in closer towards the focus of his devotion and affection. Sabrina hadn’t considered how his newfound reverence for her would interact with the existing attraction and romantic feelings she had implanted earlier, but she wasn’t expecting him to tenderly cup her chin and move in for a quick kiss.

Her eyelids fluttered at the buzz of pleasure she felt on her lips; it was soft and sweet, still carrying some of the urgency that came with Nick’s pent-up desire but clearly meant more as a nice gesture rather than a sexual one. He pulled away and smiled, the hand on her face drifting down to her shoulder as he looked at her with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Sabs, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what that thing was or how it worked, it just sort of… went off. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what we have, you know that.” His tone was apologetic and sincere, and immediately Sabrina felt bad about chastising him just moments before.

It also raised the question; what did they have? She knew that this was a spur-of-the-moment fling, she had never been physical with Nick before today, but he was being incredibly familiar with her, talking to her like they were lovers and not just a couple of coworkers blowing off some steam. Were they an item in this new reality that she had spun? Sabrina never considered herself a one-man kind of girl, and from the way Nick acted she didn’t think he was a one-girl kind of man, but she felt an amorous spark that hadn’t been there before the P.A.D. warped his mind.

“You should hold onto it,” He continued, “It’s safer in your hands, but…”

Nick stepped in a little closer so that their bodies were almost touching, close enough that Sabrina could feel the heat coming from his barely-concealed dick as it continued to throb in his trousers. His voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial tone with a hint of playful flirtiness that made Sabrina shiver with excitement.

“...Maybe a little supervised use could be fun?”