All New Carrie

Tom panicked. He had just creampied his up-to-now virgin employee. He hadn't thought of the repercussions of that action until this moment.

Tom looked to see if the same realization had come to Carrie, but saw that she was still playing with Tom's cum in her snatch and licking it off her fingers while working it up into her. "So yummy..." she said in a haze.

"Carrie!" Tom barked.

"Yes Sir!" She said, as her attention snapped to him. She sat up straight on his desk, immediately shifting from a cockdrunk sub playing with cum to an attentive assistant.

"Please tell me you're on the pill," he pleaded.

"I have been for years, Sir," she said.

"Years?" He inquired. "I thought you were a virgin."

"I'd prefer not to share my medical history unless it's important, Sir."

Tom heaved a sigh of relief. "That's fair."

Tom then noticed - her boobs were growing, and the growth was visible. Slow, but visible. Her boobs were growing further, reaching... Tom wasn't sure the size, but on Carrie's small body, they looked like they expanded from ripe oranges to at least honeydew melons. They were firm, much firmer than natural breasts are normally, and seemed to defy gravity as they swelled. Carrie let out small moans as her body changed.

Tom kept the shop closed the rest of the day, switching to a "sorry for the inconvenience!" sign.

Carrie was still herself, but on the outside she had gone from the girl next door type to a total bombshell. Over the next hour she changed into the sort of woman that made heads turn. Her ass looked like it could crush a man's head like a walnut. Her legs were thick but held tone. She was an Asian porn star, popped right off the screen. She fixed her clothes, her shorts struggling to contain her new ass, her shirt pulled down and the logo of her college now distorted.

"Holy fuck," she said once she adjusted everything and saw herself in the employee bathroom mirror. "Tom, this is fucking amazing!"

"How in the hell..." he muttered while scratching his chin. She laughed as she poked her body while observing her reflection.

"I wonder if it's the third dose that makes you hot, or if it has to be a creampie. I guess we'll know if the ass works when we see Ashleigh come back in," Carrie mused while rubbing her new right tit. "Let's work on the plan," she said, leaning seductively on the back counter.

"Do you have to act sexy while you do it?" Tom asked. She laughed.

"It feels natural now! I don't feel like a kid playing pretend anymore. I have a brain that's sharp and a body that would make a killing on OnlyFans. But my plan will do so much more," she said with a smile.

"Okay, what's this plan?" He asked.

"Simple. We use your magical, mood altering man juice to make the other important women in town into your sluts, and see what else it can do!" Tom blinked. That would have sounded ridiculous, but he had floated the same idea.

"I had entertained a similar thought. But why?" Tom asked. Carrie shook her head.

"I already told you Tom. I have a vision, a fantasy we can make real. It was, admittedly, just being your mistress and me stealing you from Catherine. But now? I want to see this town stop being a struggle between the rich people and the morality police and the people who want fun," she said, wistfully looking out the small back window at the parking lot. "I want to see men and women enjoy each other, have sexy bodies and be confident! And they need a kind man to show them the way. Tom, I dream of you being that man. And then taking me, Julia and your wife all home for an orgy. Is that so wrong?" She asked as she turned back around.

"I... guess it isn't. How do you propose we do that?" He asked, grabbing a legal pad and a pen.

"Okay, so I have ideas," she said with a smile. "We need ways into the power centers of town. The bank has our loan - see if we can get the loan officer or the president dosed - er, influenced, and get them to make the loan more favorable. If we can get this into the sororities, you have college age bimbo pussy at your command. The country club, we have MILFs who want to make you happy and then we find out what you can do to their husbands too. Then there's the church, I don't know what you did to make Reverend Howie mad, but he is not a fan of our shop. But I think you said him and his wife are at the country club too, so that's easy."

He wondered if smart bimbos were a thing, because he felt that might be what he was making - a smart bimbo army. Carrie might be the smartest so far.

"Okay, so we have two problems then. One, if we want to spread this far and wide, there's the issue of dilution. I can't fuck the whole town, no matter how hot you think it is." Tom sighed as Carrie began groping herself again. "So we need to lightly distribute the jizz to make people sluttier. One squirt makes people confident and flirty at least. There's maybe 20ish squirts in a bottle, and a bottle takes three loads to fill. 5,000 people in town, you'd need to milk me like a cow for over three months just to get enough." Carrie nodded.

"Okay, true. But I didn't get a full squirt. Maybe just a taste is enough? And do we know how you affect men yet?" Tom shook his head.

"Let's... table it for now. Focus on advancing at least Julia, Catherine and Wanda to your level. You think a creampie is what it takes?" Tom asked.

"Look at me. I'm sure of it." Carrie grinned. "And maybe update Logan's level sooner rather than later. I think we need to know what effect, if any, it has on men."

"Okay, then... let's head home for the day. I'll pay you in full. And I'll see what I can do about the rest of them." Tom stopped and looked at the protien bars. "Though maybe I can speed that up tonight," he said softly as he grabbed a handful to eat in the car. Carrie began her walk home.