Funday!

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You groan as you awaken. You are still in the conference room, and there are a few girls cleaning up. You have dried cum all over you still, and your belly is mostly gone again, save a nine-month-pregnant-looking bulge. Overshadowing that are twice as large and heavy breasts that lay next to your belly on either side as you pull yourself to a sitting position. Your thighs spread out wide enough to cradle the three round body parts. You don’t even need to look to know that your curves are much wider than yesterday.

You feel your cleavage vibrate. Where’s your phone…you dig around and find it. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hi, good morning! This is Brittany, your new HR manager! I know it’s a Sunday, but we have a lot to go over. Can we have a meeting today?”

“Can we do this Monday instead?” You ask, looking down at yourself. You can’t literally wear dried cum to a meeting.

“With your little, ahem, *big* video scandal, we have a lot to go over to find a crew just to operate on a basic level in the coming week, at least at a minimal level. We have some lengthy issues to go over before we can lay back and relax. Reminder that I’m your *only* employee left,” she reminds you firmly.

“Uh, yeah…right. I’ll make it in. I just need to…uh…”

“Cleanup and find something to wear?” She prompts.

“Yeah…”

“I’ve been in HR my entire professional life. I get it. Send me a pic front and back and sides and some measurements. I’ll order something for you and get it sent over quickly. On the company tab, of course.”

You are already sending pics before she finishes talking. Butt shots included.

“Is that enough?”

“Oh, good thing I…hehe stop, I don’t need sexy poses!”

“Sorry, I get carried away easily. Will that do it?”

“I think that will do it for me…what about your measurements?”

“I can take a dick as large as this sofa easily,” you tell her and send a pic. “Looks like a standard size you can maybe look up?”

“Hehe,” she giggles again, “I’ve seen the stream, she’s bigger than that! So you don’t know your, like, hip size or breast size?”

You send her more photos from more different angles. You are getting a little turned on. “Do any of these help?”

“Not in any way that’s going to help you find clothes! I’ll estimate things, but if I’m a little on the big side, you’ll have to let me know.”

She sends you a pic back, of her sitting in the HR office of your company HQ. She is sitting at a new conference room table that you don’t recognize. It has a table cloth in it, strangely.