More Shenanigans

An hour later and still without any luck, Lauren leaves the conference room completely flustered. Not knowing how to break it to Peter right yet, she makes a pit stop to the bathroom to relieve herself. Walking into the exquisite, executive style bathroom, Lauren picks her usual stall, the one on the very end. Stepping inside and turning around, she shuts it and makes sure that it is locked securely. Unbuttoning her jacket, she slides it off her shoulders and hangs it up neatly before reaching back and pushing the zipper of her skirt down.

Meanwhile on the other side of the office, a ping echoes from a computer. Looking up at the interruption and glad for it because the day is monotonous, he moves his cursor over to the pop-up notification. Looking around, he makes sure that the coast is clear before clicking on it and smiles with satisfaction as the screen fills with the image of his secret crush's butt filling the screen. Looking around again, the man gets very excited as his hand serendipitously reaches down under his desk to grope his suddenly throbbing member. As he touches himself, he stares as the zipper parts and a sea of white, covered in semi-transparent nylon, erupts from the opening gap. *"Oh yeah..."* When it drops to reveal a big white panty girdle, he nearly loses it! *"Not yet, not yet..."* Excited as his dream girl's thumbs hook into the waistband and start rolling it down, along with her white granny panties, it's not until he has a screen full of pale, white jiggling Jello does he finally release. "Ahhhhhhh!"

Settling down onto the toilet, Lauren does her business and when she is done, she wipes, flushes then wiggles her big and plush hiney back into her restrictive shaping underwear. Pulling her skirt back up, she zips it and then pulls on her jacket and buttons it. When she leaves the bathroom, she has no idea that she's been watched nor does she know that she's been spied on in a most intimate way for the better part of a year. Walking back out into the office area, she goes over to Donald's cubicle and pops her head around the corner. "Hey Don, do you mind doing me a favor?" The pretty blonde asks, batting her eyelashes at a guy that she knows has been lusting after her ever since she started.

Donald Jenkins, average height with a pot belly and fat little fingers, is nowhere near Lauren's cup of tea, but he's always willing to do whatever she wants, just as long as she keeps flirting with him.

Spinning around in his office chair, he looks at her with a big and goofy smile. "Sure thing! What do you need?" He asks jumping up from his chair, ready to serve.

Her smile already strained, it becomes even more so when she notices the wet spot on the front of his dress pants. What a loser... "I need you to report to Peter that the Hildeberg case cannot be dismissed due to technicalities. We are either going to have to go to trial, or try to settle."

His smile disappearing, Donald looks down at his desk with grave concern. "This is not good. Brent Hildeberg is clearly guilty. Whoever took this case on is probably going to get fired." He says looking Lauren in the eye.

It was her convincing that caused Donald to accept it in the first place.

"I know, but if we do this together, meaning you go first and then I go in after and put on the charm to save the day, then it'll be all right, I promise." Lauren says stepping into the cubicle, tilting her head and holding her hands in front of her meekly. "You are the senior attorney so it is technically your responsibility."

Seeing his career, and his voyeur opportunity circling down the toilet, Donald hangs his head as he picks up his jacket and his briefcase. "Just in case it doesn't work out, do you think you can fetch me box from the storage room?"

"Sure." Lauren says gravely, turning around. As she spins, her hand catches the edge of Donald's favorite coffee cup, made by his son in second grade. Sliding right off top of his lateral file that is also stacked with oodles of case files on top of it, the clay cup falls to the ground and smashes into pieces!

"My cup! No! My son made that for me in school!" Donald cries as he drops everything and falls to his knees, picking up the shattered pieces where it once said *World's Greatest Daddy* on it.

Looking back over her shoulder and just starting to speak, Lauren hears the words starting to be spoken from her lips when the familiar fog suddenly clouds her vision. "It was...." *"No no no, not again...!"* She shouts in her head just before everything goes blank.

Scooping up the shattered remains and holding them up as if he is making an offering to the gods, Donald's face reddens as tears roll down his chubby cheeks. "Don't see what you've done Lauren? You broke the only thing left I have of my little boy!!! Don't you even feel the slightest bit of guilt or remorse? Why are you just standing there? Can't you at least say you're sorry!?" Still looking at the woman who is standing with her arms hanging limply by her sides and her head turned, but with a lifeless expression of her face, it takes him a minute to figure out that something is wrong! "Lauren!?" He asks, dropping everything as he jumps to his feet! "Lauren, are you okay? Look I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been so hard on you! Oh my God... What have I done?" Don says, starting out with shaking Lauren by her shoulders and then stops when all she does is shake around, her head bobbing like a bobblehead doll. Seeing the glazed over look in her eyes, Don runs to his phone and calls the boss. "Hey Peter? Yeah it's me Don, I think something's wrong with Lauren. Can you come down here? I think she's gone into shock or something."

"Don't lose control, Don. Just sit her down, call 911 and I will be right there." Peter instructs and then slams down the phone in his office only to pick it back up again and start dialing a number frantically.

Back at his cubicle, Don's completely flustered and out of his element. Looking around, he eventually spots his chair and rushes it up to behind the blonde. Bumping the back of her legs, she falls right into the seat. Landing with a heavy *whump!* he cannot help but imagine what her ass must look like right now as it absorbs her weight. Spinning her around and then pulling her to the center of the small space, he quickly picks up his phone and hammers 911. "Hello, emergency? My coworker has just gone into shock. She is completely zoned out and non-responsive. No, no, no, look I'm at Dunbar & Goldberg law firm. Please send help right away!"

Hearing the commotion from the corner of the office only draws attention and by the time Peter arrives there is a crowd forming around Don's cubicle. "Okay people, okay, let's give Lauren some air!" He says pushing through the throng who are humming excitedly as they all try to take a peek at the office hottie who is seemingly in distress.

"Well if there's one good thing that's come out of this is that we don't have to hear her run her big fat mouth." One of the ladies say, a middle-aged and overweight attorney with a curly short bob on top of her head. If one had to make a quick summary of her outfit, it looks homely and frumpy as she always comes to work wearing a flower printed dress.

It's also something that Lauren comments on derogatorily every time she sees it.

Stepping into the cubicle, Peter turns around and holds up his hands. "Okay Donna, we get it. Now everybody please... Get back to work! Emergency services are on the way." Once everybody starts to mutter as they turn around and do as they're told, Peter sighs in relief. Turning around again he looks at Don. "What exactly happened?"

Fidgeting nervously, Donald can't stop messing with his fingers or digging the floor with the tips of his shoes. "Well, it all started when Lauren came over to talk about the Hildeberg account. She was telling me that she was unable to find any technicalities to get the case thrown out and was in the process of helping me get something while I was going to come to you and let you know." He says instantly looking to the floor, getting ready for an earful.

"WHAT!?! But you told me that this was in the bag, Donald! You told me that this was under control and there wouldn't be any problems." Peter shouts, his hands flying into the air as a lock of his perfectly combed and gelled hair falls out of place. "Damn it... Look we have more important things to deal with right now. We will talk about that later." Peter says as his eyes veer from the ceiling to the floor by chance. "What else happened? Why is there a broken coffee cup all over the floor?"

Feeling the fog start to clear, Lauren's eyes start batting as her consciousness returns.

"Well, uh Lauren accidentally knocked it over when she was turning to leave. I freaked out because of how much it meant to me!" Donald says as the seated blonde bombshell starts shaking her head and raising her hands to cradle her temples.

"You've had that cup for a long time Don, I know how much it meant to you and in fact I was here when your boy gave it to you. Has it been that long?" Peter says, either man not noticing Lauren's sudden recovery being cut short.

Feeling the fog overwhelm her again, Lauren slumps in her chair.

"Yeah... But." Donald starts to say when the elevator doors open and in rush paramedics pushing a gurney.

"Hi, FDNY paramedics here, where is the patient!?" A paramedic calls out, looking over at the reception desk.

"Over here!" Peter shouts spinning around and waving his hand high into the air.

Watching at the paramedics wheel up, Peter and Donald quickly walk out of the cubicle to give the professionals the room they need.

As they get everything set up and start checking Lauren's pulse and blood pressure, the elevator doors open and out steps a very ravishing redhead perched atop a tall pair of spiked Gucci heels. Walking in calmly and with the perfect scissor step, she ignores all of the heads turning and jaws dropping for her as she strides calmly and confidently towards the cubicle where the paramedics, Peter and Donald are at. Every step methodically taken causes her hips to sway which makes her surprisingly large bubble butt swing crisply left to right as her melon sized boobs bounce firmly up and down within her perfectly fitted, maroon colored button-up blouse.

"Who's this?" One of the paramedics asks looking up, but not reacting to the ravishing beauty now filling his vision.

"Oh uh...." Peter starts to say, but is simply overwhelmed by the sight of his fiance. It happens every time.

"I am a psychiatrist and that is my patient." Victoria says then points at the passed out blonde sitting in the chair with her legs partially open. "You do mind closing her legs, don't you?" Waiting until her patient's thighs are closed, Victoria continues. "How is she medically?"

Standing up as he takes the stethoscope out of his ears and hangs it around his neck, the lead paramedic steps forward to address the shrink. "She's fine, but we're going to need to take her in and run some tests. For some reason she's comatose."

"I see... Before you do can somebody please tell me what happened?" Victoria asks, rubbing her chin as her eyes swivel down to the floor and take note of the broken mug.

Holding up his hand to silence his employee, Peter takes control. "Donald and Lauren were talking about a very important case and when she turned to leave, her hand drifted and knocked over Donald's mug, shattering it all over the floor."

"Ahem, it was supposed to be a coffee cup and my son made it for me back when he was in first grade. I haven't seen him in years and that was the only thing that I had left of him. When my ex and I split up she took him and I was never allowed to see him again." Donald says, bursting into a fresh set of tears as he drops to his knees and sobs.

Frowning at the description, Victoria subtly smirks when Don says the word that she was looking for. Looking down compassionately at the chubby and ugly man bawling like a baby in his hands, it's all an act because she really doesn't give a shit. "How long has it been since you last saw your son, Donald?"

"Twenty... *Sniffle, sob* years."

"I think enough time has passed and instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you should pick up the phone." Victoria says and then looks over at her patient and watches as she starts to come to.

The fog lifting yet again, Lauren's eyes open as she slowly becomes alert. Not knowing where or what is happening, it's not until she feels the coolness of metal on flesh when she snaps back into reality! Looking down just as the second paramedic is about to listen to her heartbeat, she instantly grabs his hand just as he is about to dive behind her bra! "What do you think you're doing!? Get your meaty paws off of me!" Lauren shrills as she brutally shoves the hand away causing the paramedic to look at her afraid and shocked all at the same time!

"Well, I'd say that whatever it was, it was temporary." Victoria states matter of fact as she places her hands on her waist and sticks her chest out proudly.

Momentarily caught up in staring at the redhead's surprisingly intoxicatingly large breasts, the lead paramedic has to blink and collect himself before speaking. "Yes, but she still should come in so doctors can run tests. Suddenly blanking out like that could be very dangerous. Especially if she were to be driving a car or something like that. So if you will excuse me, I have a job to do."

"Trying to cop a feel... Pervert! Do I look like some common street slut? No." Lauren is still berating the paramedic, ignoring the fact that he is handsome as she is more afraid of him discovering her tiny titty secret!

"Excuse me." Victoria says, reaching out suddenly and grabbing the lead paramedic by the shoulder and tugging. "As she is my patient, I feel very strongly that you need to trust me on this one. There are simply details that I'm not allowed to disclose to you, but if I felt that what had happened was of a medical concern then I would completely agree with you. Considering you do not know the details and patient confidentiality forbids me from sharing, I'm going to ask that you respect my medical opinion."

Looking the redhead in the eyes, the will to argue melts away as he becomes lost in her emerald green gaze. "Oh alright... Jamie, pack it up! We're out of here."

"Yeah! Get out of here you touchy and feely perv! If you ever come within 6 feet of me again I am going to sue you into the ground!" Lauren shouts, standing her ground boistfully with her chest pushed out and her finger pointing sharply to the ground.

Stepping aside as the paramedics pack up and push their gurney down the aisle, Victoria walks up to Lauren and places a hand daintily on her shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you have a minute to talk in private?"

Still breathing heavily with triumph, Lauren starts calm down. "Yeah." She says with a subtle nod of her head.

Turning to face her future husband, Victoria steps up and drags an extended finger gently down his tie. "Do you mind if we use your office? It's really one of the only private places in this office and I think being around some splendor will help Lauren open up."

Grinning from ear to ear, Peter looks down at the finger gently pressing into his chest only to be distracted by Victoria's giant tits. "You know my office is always available to you baby."

Watching with jealousy, Lauren stares right at Victoria's blimps and realizes that it is because of those that she will never have a chance with her version of McDreamy. *"God damn bitch! If it wasn't for those perfect and perky bazookas then Peter would be running to me!"* Lauren starts think venomously to herself when the fear creeps in. *"But would he stay if he saw me without my clothes on? Course not! I'm hideous and gross! Men like him don't want a chubby marshmallow with a fat ass and teeny tiny tits sharing their bed with them!"* By the time Lauren is done beating herself up she finds herself sitting in one of the most comfortable and leather bound chairs she's ever had the honor of settling her Spanx controlled bottom into. Finally free of her innermost horrors, she looks across the desk to see her therapist sitting in Peter's luxurious executive chair.

"Are you out of your head yet?" Victoria asks smiling.

Ignoring the redhead's face, all Lauren can do is stare at her massively inflated chest. Looking down at her lap next, she barely whispers her reply. "Yes ."

"That's good. It bothers me when I see you get so consumed with your thoughts that you're not really paying attention to reality anymore. I have notated this in your file as being a problem and it looks like it is becoming very serious. You really have to work much harder on that Lauren, or they could result in a very unexpected and or nasty accident. Do you really want that happening while you're driving? Think of the ramifications." Victoria explains, getting into her psychiatrist persona as she relaxes into the chair, resting her elbows on the arms and interlaces her fingers, all but two. Tapping her extended index fingers together rhythmically, she bears down on her patient with a serious look on her face.

"I know... I know I need to stop doing that, but sometimes my head is so loud that I lose control. Is this something you can help me with?" Lauren admits, sitting forward in her chair half expectantly and half hopefully.

"Yes, during your next session. Right now though I need to give you an exercise that will help you in the more immediate until then. Okay?" Victoria says, the corner of her mouth twitching as she tries not to grin mischievously.

"Okay, just tell me what I need to do because I really don't want to be caught in a situation like that again. I mean it already happened during our session today, I would just fade out and I would imagine myself in these really awkward and weird situations. I've never done that before, at least not like that! Sure, we all get caught up in a thought, but never has it been to the point where I can't function!" Lauren rattles on, genuinely scared of what is going on.

"Look, calm down. Don't forget who you are, just remember that everybody already knows that and nobody questions it. You are the most beautiful woman in this office, that I can see *right* away." Victoria says, holding up her hand to one side of her mouth as she hooks a thumb off to the side as if she is talking with a close friend.

Smiling as she disarms and proceeds to sit up a little bit straighter with her chest pushed out proudly, Lauren flips her hair and wants to go into another tirade about her superiority when she is interrupted.

"I don't have time, remember? I came over here to make sure you are okay, not give you a free session. Now listen closely. Every time you think you're about to go down a rabbit hole, I want you to gently say to yourself, in your head, now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I am at home. Repeat that please."

Pausing, Lauren takes a breath and then settles her feathers. Shaking her head and tossing her hair, she sits like a proper school girl with her hands in her lap and a knee crossed over the other. "Now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I'm at home. Now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I'm at home."

"Good... Now say that over and over, more quietly than before until you are saying it in your head just as if you are saying it out loud." Victoria instructs as she slowly starts getting up from her chair.

"Now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I'm at home. Now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I'm at home..." Repeating this over and over again with her eyes closed, Lauren doesn't even hear the barely audible clicking of Victoria's heels as they signify her approach.

"Cup." Whispering the word in Lauren's ear, Victoria steps back and watches as her patient slumps over. "Okay, new instructions. You will no longer become hypnotized when you hear the word cup. It will only happen when I click my tongue off of the roof of my mouth three times like this. *Cluck, cluck, cluck.* Please nod in understanding of this command." When she nods, Victoria returns to speaking softly into Lauren's ear. "Good job. When you come back to therapy on Wednesday I want you to bring your favorite bedroom toy and anything else that brings you sexual pleasure. When I suggest during our session that I want you to talk about how you pleasure yourself, you will completely agree and not question a thing. You will just do it and think it is totally normal because you trust me without any restrictions. Also you will not even have a memory of a dream of these instructions, instead you think that you have been doing as I have asked before you went to sleep." Finishing her dialogue, Victoria smooths out her skirt and then returns to her seat behind Peter's desk. "*Cluck, cluck, cluck.*"

The fog lifting, Lauren finds herself repeating the same three lines. "Now is not the time, now is not the time. I can do this later when I am at home."

"You got it. Just do that anytime you start finding that you're getting into your own head a little too much." Victoria says as she pushes herself out of the chair and then smooths out her skirt again and adjusts her blouse. "I will see you Wednesday."

"See you then." Lauren says surprisingly at ease in Victoria's presence. In fact she is so at ease that she feels like she is in the presence of a sister who she can completely trust and confide all of her deepest and darkest secrets. Standing up as Victoria is leaving the office, Lauren has a big smile on her face, a happy one for once and not the uptight, "I am better than you" grin that she is usually wearing.