Oh he certainly will

Peter's eyes swept the boardroom as the door closed behind him, landing immediately on the third member—the cranky one with silver hair cropped short, her scowl already forming as she drummed her fingers on the table, exuding old-guard authority in her severe grey pantsuit. Before a word could escape anyone's lips, his instincts kicked in; she was the wildcard, the potential blocker, and he couldn't risk her derailing whatever was about to unfold. Hand dipping into his pocket, he aimed the remote discreetly under the table and pressed the button, the shimmering beam lancing out to strike her square in the chest.

The woman froze, her emerging scowl faltering as the golden light bloomed through her like a velvet dawn, her body tensing in the executive chair. The grey pantsuit shimmered, darkening to a luxurious black velvet blazer with gold buttons that strained immediately as her chest surged forward—breasts swelling from flat to overflowing, massive and impossibly firm, pushing the fabric apart in a deep V that revealed acres of creamy cleavage, nipples perking visibly through the thin material beneath. Her silver hair lightened and shortened into a sleek platinum bob that framed her face like a halo of ice, gold-rimmed glasses materializing on her nose to accentuate piercing blue eyes that widened in shock before hooding with sudden heat. Lips plumped into a bold red pout, cheeks flushing with an aroused glow, her once-stern features softening into bombshell perfection—high cheekbones, flawless skin, gold hoop earrings dangling like trophies.

Her waist cinched inward, hips flaring into an exaggerated hourglass, the pantsuit's bottom half reforming into a matching mini-skirt that rode high on toned thighs, black turtleneck emerging beneath the blazer to hug her neck like a choker. The transformation rippled through her mind last, stripping away crankiness for eager compliance, amplifying loyalty to Peter, her thoughts flooding with a **** need to support and please him in every way—professional, personal, intimate.

Samara cleared her throat, breaking the brief silence as the woman settled back with a breathy sigh, her massive breasts heaving. "Thank you for joining us so promptly, Peter. We've been monitoring your... remarkable impact today across departments. It's unprecedented. Which brings us to the proposition: we promote you to Vice President of Operations. Effective immediately. With your evident ability to motivate and reorganize teams, you could elevate this company to new heights."

The words struck Peter like an unexpected windfall—Vice President?—his heart skipping as his mind reeled, processing the offer amid the room's shifting dynamics. Another soft gasp escaped Robyn—now a vision of bimbo-executive allure—as she leaned forward, blue eyes filled with adoring hunger. "Oh, absolutely, Samara—it's genius. Peter deserves it, darling. I'll second the motion; let's make it unanimous right now." Red lips glistened as she licked them, glasses adjusted with a flirty wink, body shifting in the chair like she was ready to spring into action. "His presence alone will keep our employees so motivated and retained—and he seems really persuasive, perfect for closing those big deals with clients for us. I'll ensure every client meeting's a success with you involved, Peter."

An eyebrow arched from Samara as she exchanged a glance with Mia, who nodded her approval, massive chest rising with a soft laugh. "Well, Robyn's enthusiasm is... refreshing. And if we're all aligned?" Assent murmured through the board, the proposition coalescing around Peter like an unearned throne. Still gripping the remote, he felt discussions flow into logistics, thoughts swirling in the intoxicating rush of power.

A satisfied smile spread across Samara's face as she leaned back in her chair, the boardroom's lingering tension easing into a quiet hum of consensus while promotion papers glided across the table toward Peter for his signature. "Well, that's settled then. Vice President Peter—welcome to the inner circle." Professional approval mingled with a deeper, heated glint in her eyes as she glanced toward Mia and Robyn, the pair fidgeting in their seats with barely restrained anticipation, their altered forms pulsing with raw desire. In the background hovered Taylor, her soft giggles punctuating the air as she topped off coffee mugs, each step sending her enormous breasts into a jiggling dance.

Leaning forward once more, Robyn let her platinum bob frame a face flushed with arousal, the gold buttons on her velvet blazer straining under the pressure. "To celebrate properly," came her purr, thick with urgent need, "why don't we make this a real party? Samara, Mia, and me—with our new VP here. A foursome to seal the deal, right in this boardroom. What do you say, Peter? Let us show you how grateful we are."

A wicked turn transformed Samara's polished smile, one hand gesturing toward the door while Taylor secured it with a breathy "Teehee, privacy time!" With an eager nod, Mia rose, her pink suit pulling tight as long blonde waves swished. "Absolutely—let's make your first day unforgettable," came Samara's agreement, graceful rise leading her to dim the lights, the city skyline twinkling through the windows like a stage set for their indulgence.

The offer sent Peter's pulse racing, igniting like fuel on the fire of his day's conquests—he nodded without words, the three women converging in a swirl of pressing bodies, heat, and perfume. Executive poise dissolved into sultry grace as Samara claimed his lips in a deep, commanding kiss, her tongue exploring with expert strokes tasting of mint and power, hands wandering his chest while his own groped her firm ass through the skirt, fingers squeezing toned curves that gave way beneath them, drawing a soft moan from her throat.

As Samara pulled back with a gasp, Mia stepped in seamlessly, her massive breasts heaving as she tilted his chin up, kissing him hungrily, her full lips soft and insistent, tongue tangling with his in wet, needy swirls. Peter's hands drifted to her chest, groping the overflowing cleavage that spilled from her pink suit, thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the fabric, making her whimper and arch into his touch, her body trembling with desire.

Robyn claimed him next, her black velvet blazer gaping as she pressed close, red pout crashing against his in a fierce, possessive kiss, tongue probing deep with throaty urgency. He groped her exaggerated hourglass, hands sliding under her mini-skirt to squeeze her plump ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft yet firm flesh as she ground against him, moaning breathily, "Yes, Peter, take it all."

Samara's fingers curled around Peter's wrist with a firm, guiding pull, leading him to the edge of the massive mahogany table, its surface cool and smooth under his palms as he braced against it. She stepped between his legs, her executive skirt whispering up her thighs in a slow hike, the fabric bunching at her hips to reveal the lace edge of her stockings. With a sultry sigh that vibrated through the air, she lowered herself onto him, her slick heat enveloping his length inch by inch, walls clenching in rhythmic pulses that drew a low groan from his throat. She began to ride him slowly, hips rolling in deep, deliberate circles, each downward grind pressing her toned body flush against his, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered encouragements laced with moans.

Mia's turn came next, her massive breasts heaving as she pushed Samara aside with a playful shove, straddling Peter with eager urgency. She sank down hard, bouncing with rhythmic moans that echoed off the boardroom walls, her pink suit jacket falling open to expose the full swell of her chest, nipples hard and begging for attention. Peter thrust up to meet her, fucking her with building intensity, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room as his hands groped Samara's firm ass from the side, fingers digging into the toned flesh that yielded under his squeeze, eliciting sharp gasps from her. All the while, his mouth claimed Robyn's red lips in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling in sloppy, heated swirls, her breathy cries muffled against him as the frenzy built.

The pairs ignited like sparks in the dimmed room. Samara and Mia teamed up first, Samara turning to ride him reverse, her skirt hiked high as her ass ground against his hips, the slick glide of her walls clenching around him in time with each bounce. Mia straddled his face simultaneously, her slick folds pressing down against his tongue, grinding with needy whimpers as he lapped hungrily, tasting her sweetness while his hands roamed—fingers kneading Samara's toned thighs, tracing the muscle that flexed under his touch, then shifting to grope Mia's heaving chest, palms overflowing with the soft, heavy weight, thumbs circling her hardened nipples until she arched and cried out.

Robyn and Samara paired next, Robyn dropping to her knees with expert grace, her red pout enveloping him in wet heat, deep-throating with suction that made his vision blur, her throat contracting around his length as she bobbed rhythmically. Samara claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues battling in a tangle of mint and desire, her hands roaming his chest while his fingers groped their asses in tandem—squeezing Robyn's plump cheeks as she worked him, then switching to Samara's firm curves, the skin warm and yielding under his palms, drawing tandem moans that vibrated through the air.

Mia and Robyn followed, Mia bouncing on him with wild abandon, her slick walls gripping tight as she rode hard, moans escalating with each slap of skin, while Robyn kissed his neck with hungry nips and licks, her breath hot against his ear. Peter's hands explored freely, groping Mia's massive breasts that overflowed his grasp, fingers pinching and twisting her nipples until she shuddered, then sliding down to squeeze Robyn's curves, the soft flesh giving way as she pressed closer, the room a symphony of wet sounds and breathy pleas.

The frenzy peaked in a tangle of limbs and heated skin, the three women maneuvering Peter onto the boardroom table with urgent hands and breathy whispers, positioning him atop Robyn who lay back with her legs spread wide, her black velvet blazer splayed open like wings, massive breasts heaving as she pulled him down into her slick heat. He thrust deep into her welcoming core, her walls clenching rhythmically around his length with each powerful stroke, her red lips parting on throaty moans that vibrated through him, fingers digging into his back to urge him harder. Samara and Mia piled on from above, their bodies pressing him firmly into Robyn's plush form, sandwiching him in a crush of curves and desire—Samara grinding her slick folds against his ass and lower back, her toned thighs straddling his hips to add weight to every thrust, while Mia draped her massive chest over his shoulders, nipples dragging across his skin as she kissed his neck hungrily, tongue lapping at his sweat-slicked flesh.

Peter's hands roamed in a blur amid the overwhelming press, groping Robyn's overflowing breasts beneath him, palms sinking into the soft, heavy weight as he pinched her hardened nipples, drawing sharp gasps that mixed with her moans; shifting to squeeze Samara's firm ass pressing down on him, fingers kneading the toned muscles that flexed with each grind; then reaching up to fondle Mia's heaving cleavage draped over him, thumbs circling her peaks until she whimpered and arched, the trio's bodies undulating in sync, slick sounds of skin on skin filling the air.

Climaxes built like a storm, Peter's thrusts into Robyn growing frantic under the added pressure from above, her inner walls rippling and milking him relentlessly as Samara and Mia ground against his back, their moans harmonizing in a chorus of ecstasy—Robyn shattering first with a shuddering cry, clenching tight around him; Mia following with a gasp, her body trembling as she pressed harder; Samara grinding through her release with a sultry sigh that vibrated against his skin. The waves crashed through Peter last, release surging in hot pulses of his sperm deep into Robyn as the four shuddered in unison, sweat-slick bodies collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and lingering touches amid the boardroom's opulent glow.

A panting gasp escaped Robyn, platinum bob disheveled and clinging to her sweat-glistened forehead, massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath as she collapsed back against the table, body still trembling from the aftershocks. Breathily she whispered, "Oh, Peter... if I weren't too old for all this," blue eyes hooded with lingering desire behind gold-rimmed glasses, one hand trailing down her flattened stomach, "I'd get pregnant with your baby right now. Fill me up forever..."

Her words sent Peter's eyes widening, a surge of possessive heat flooding through him amid the opulent glow of the boardroom, where the city skyline twinkled like distant stars beyond the windows. Reaching for the remote without a second thought—the device having fallen on the table during their frenzy—his fingers flew over the dials to amp up her fertility, cranking settings for peak ovulation, youthful vitality, and unbreakable health that would ensure easy conception and flawless carrying. The flushed form before him drew his aim; he pressed the button, unleashing a shimmering beam that washed over her in a golden pulse, arching her body with a surprised moan as it glowed faintly, the changes taking hold to rejuvenate her from within.

"You're going to have my baby, Robyn," he declared, voice low and commanding, pulling her close again as the light faded, his hands groping her massive breasts possessively, feeling the subtle warmth of the transformation ripple through her. She gasped, eyes widening in delight, her red lips parting on a needy whimper as she nodded eagerly, pressing into him with renewed hunger.