Break 4

Andrea opened her eyes. Her vision was filled with bright blue. She blinked and realized it was Sapphire's hair. She must have rolled over to spoon her last night. She took stock off her arms. One was underneath Sapphire's pillow. The other was wrapped around Sapphire and her head...oh no. Her hand was clamp on Sapphire's massive titty.

"Crap." She thought. Sapphire's going to think she's some kind of pervert. She smiled to herself, well, she was. Just a little. She gave the tit a quick squeeze before extracting herself.

She yawned and stretched her arms out. She was used to waking up before her partners, thanks to her little blessing. It seemed minor at first, but being totally refreshed after 6 hours was a game changer. With all that extra time, not to mention Miles's money, she could really improve her life.

She shimmed off the bed and took a step towards the bathroom....and prompt fell over in a loud crash.

She groaned and rolled onto her back. Fuck. She'd totally forgotten about the cuffs.

She pushed herself up to sitting and stared at them. Bright. Pink. Fuzzy. Yet all too real. She'd had Sapphire put them on her ankles, thinking it would be easier to sleep, but clearly it was better to have them on her wrists most other times.

She slowly stood up. Sapphire was still out like a light. Andrea was rather impressed she slept through that, and decided to just let her be.

Walking slowly she made her way to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen. Her stomach growled. Not wanting to wake Sapphire up with her cooking, she helped herself to a bowl of cereal. Her first bite was...unimpressive. She looked at the box. Had they gone bad? She smelt the milk, maybe it was off?

She took another bit and spat it out. Disgusting.

Her stomach growled again.

Fuck.

She knew just how strong that transformation was now. She could eat. She could **** herself to. But it would be quite the chore. She'd struggle to fill her nutritional requirements that way. If she wanted to live, to enjoy her life...she had to swallow semen. Just thinking about it made her saliva. Damn it. Now she really couldn't quit her job.

She decided to go for a jog to distract herself. Her shift wasn't until later and she wasn't bout to accost some random man for his dick. Being unable to wear a bra made things...bouncy...but she wasn't a serious runner anyway. A tank top and shorts was good enough.

She did have to change the cuffs though. She grabbed the key from the nightstand and prepared herself. She knew the horniess would hit her instantly so she had to do this really, really fast.

She unlocked one ankle cuff...and was instantly consumed in a fog of lust.

---

Sapphire woke with a start. She heard moaning and a wet slapping sound. With considerable effort she pushed herself up to see Andrea lying on the ground, one hand down her shorts while the other pawed at her own chest. There was a cuff around one ankle with the other half dangling free.

Poor thing, she thought to herself. Sapphire tried to get out of bed but she wasn't used to the new weight. She ended up falling on top of Andrea, her boobs crushing into Andrea's face.

Andrea didn't seem to mind, but she did notice. With strength Sapphire didn't know she possessed Andrea ripped Sapphire's shirt open and immediately started sucking her nipple. Sapphire let out a moan, she was surprised by how good it felt. She closed her eyes, just for a second.

She shook herself. No, this wasn't Andrea. This was her transformation.

She pushed herself backwards, down to Andrea's ankles, and quickly cuffed her other ankle. Instantly Andrea was herself again, "What the fuck...oh Sapphire, I'm so sorry!'

Sapphire sat back on her heels and covered her chest with her arms, "It's ok. I understand. Do you want me to help cuff your wrists?"

"Yes please."

It went smoother with help. Of course the horniess hit her, but Sapphire moved quickly and got the cuffs back on.

Andrea stood up and then helped Sapphire to her feet, keeping her steady on her tip toes, "Sorry for waking you. Do you want to go out for breakfast? Miles's treat."

Sapphire shook her head, "Yes..." She laughed awkwardly.

"Right. Gotcha..." Andrea smiled mischievously, "Hey Sapphire do you want to strip naked and run through the streets?"

"Yes."

"Really? How about get gangbanged by everyone in Parliament?"

"Yes. Ew." Sapphire rolled her eyes.

"Really? You want to fuck Bob Katter?"

"Yes. Andrea! The joke is over, right?"

"Oh fine. So that was a no to breakfast then? Well I'll give you some privacy. I'm going out for a run...or walk. We'll see with these cuffs. Make yourself at home. I mean that quite literally. You're free to borrow any of my clothes, take what you want from the kitchen, seriously just help yourself."

"Thanks." Sapphire waited until Andrea was gone then dropped her arms and got up. Without heels it was difficult to walk. Normally she might have been fine to tip toe around, but her boobs kept pulling her down, threatening to send her careening to the floor. She had to practice though, she couldn't exactly wear heels in the shower could she?

She took advantage of Andrea's hospitality, getting a shower, breakfast and a new outfit. Even with all the shopping she'd done recently she didn't have anything at home that fit her new tits properly so it didn't matter much that Andrea didn't either. She ended up in a tank top stretched to its limits and a long flowing skirt. And of course a pair of heels she found that fit the new curve of her foot well.

Andrea wasn't back by the time she was ready so she felt a note and headed out on her own. She had class today and didn't want to miss it.

Her first class was uneventful, but IT finally happened on the way to her next one. She'd been worried about it, but she thought the only way to head it off was to wear no panties at all and she didn't want to try that. She was outside in a crowd of people when suddenly she lost control. She HAD to take off her panties. It wasn't a want, it was a need. Her arms seemed to move of their own, reaching under her skirt to pull them down. She stepped out of them and stood up and finally regained control.

She saw someone staring at her. At the panties in her hand. She blushed and threw them in her bag. She knew she couldn't put them back on now. She was grateful for her long skirt but she still felt the unfamiliar airiness of going commando as she walked. Her boobs were bouncing so much she had to use both hands to hold them down. All in all by the time she arrived at class she was totally flustered.

"Oh my God! Where were you hiding THOSE!" Imogen pointed at Sapphire's chest as she entered the class. Then she stopped point and reached out to grab them, "These feel real. Oh my God these are so heavy? How the hell do you even stand upright?"

"Um...um..." Sapphire didn't even know how to react. Imogen was just openly groping her in class. It felt...good...but embarassing.

"I love your lipstick by the way. Where'd you get such a deep red? It's sexy."

"I...I..." Sapphire clenched his fists to steel herself, "I was binding by chest yesterday, but I decided not to hide anymore. And my lipstick, I uh borrowed it from a friend. Sorry, I don't know where it's from."

"Hell of a binder," Imogen finally let go, "But I'm glad. You are hot. You shouldn't be embarassed. I wish I had tits like yours."

"No you don't." Sapphire said honestly.

"Hmm, fine. I'd split the difference though. Come on, let's sit together."

Sapphire nodded, "O-okay." Imogen took her hand and led her to a seat.

---

Daria knocked on the door and waited.

"Coming." The deep voice came from the other side.

Daria stepped back and closed her eyes. She heard the door open and close. She could feel him, standing right in front of her. "Are...are you ready?" She asked.

"Yes." Miles said.

Daria really didn't want to do this. She didn't want to do it with anybody. Miles was a friend. She didn't want things to be any more awkward, but the alternative of walking out of here to find a random person...this was better. Sapphire had said so.

She opened her eyes and the compulsion took over immediately. He'd come prepared. That is, naked. She knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. It was huge. Too huge. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Not that she could change her mind at this point. How the hell had Leila handled this monster? It was obvious she had after all.

On her own she probably would have gagged and given up, but the magic **** her to push on, using her lips, tongue and even throat to give him pleasure. She knew what would come next. Her 'reward'. She liked having orgasms. Who didn't? But she was a little unnerved by the idea of going from 0-100 so speak. Would she even enjoy it?

Yes. The answer was yes. Miles came, filling her mouth, and immediately pleasure burst forth within her. It was simply divine. It was enough to make her forget all about her current circumstances, the salty taste in her mouth, the pressure on her knees. She lost sight of it all and just basked in the glow.

As it finished washing over her she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looked flushed. He pointed to his own chin, "A little..."

She touched her chin, felt a gooey glob of cum there. She wiped it away, embarrassed, "Thanks. Uh, I have to run."

She didn't even know if Camille was back with her car yet. It was pretty early. She stood up and grabbed her stuff and left the apartment. She sent Camille a text, then realized she can't read anymore and called her.

"..." Camille answered, but there was no sound.

"Oh, you haven't kissed me..." Daria realized, "Uh, if you can come get me now, snap your fingers."

She heard Camille snap.

"Thanks, I'll be waiting downstairs." Poor Camille, her life is going to be so hard now. Daria headed downstairs to wait for her.

---

Camille heard her phone buzz and instinctively picked it up. She saw the notification of a new message and tapped it...only to realize she had no idea what it said. She frowned, she didn't think about that. There's so much she's going to miss out on...

RING RING

She answered, but couldn't speak. Oh, it must be a woman calling her.

"Oh, you haven't kissed me..." It was Daria's voice., "Uh, if you can come get me now, snap your fingers."

Camille snapped her fingers.

"Thanks, I'll be waiting downstairs." The call ended.

Camille stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Red hair today. Long and straight. It looked good. She frowned as she saw two wet spots over her nipples. Waking up had been something. She'd soaked her top through, she'd have to change her bedding too. She'd changed right away but already there it was, her milk.

She sighed and changed again. She was going to go to work straight away after picking up Daria so she decided to pack a few extra bras and tops. Then she headed out.

Driving without being able to read was a bigger challenge than she'd thought. She knew the route to Miles's place well, otherwise it would have been difficult to know where to turn. It was a good thing she didn't own a car, she might have a license but she almost never drove herself.

She saw Daria waiting outside and got out, immediately giving her a kiss on the lips. "Sorry, now we can talk."

"It's ok, I understand. You going straight to work? Can I drive you?" Daria asked.

"Yes please."

They made small talk as they drove, but Camille kept wondering about how her new transformations were going to effect her work.

• She can't talk to women unless she kisses them
• Everyone wants to kiss her
• People she finds attractive know her pussy is delicious

It could make for an interesting day. Or not. She still wasn't sure just how powerful they were. Lots of people wanted to kiss other people, but didn't. Although she did have that other transformation...slutting up the staff.

It didn't take long for the effects to make themselves known.

"Madame Rousseau!" Cindy came over to greet her. She suddenly grabbed Camille's face and kissed her on the cheek, then the other cheek, then the lips, "Good morning!"

Camille was confused, "G-good morning? Um, what was that?"

"Oh, I thought French people did that. The kissing."

"Normally just the cheeks." Camille explained.

"Oh, well...your lips tasted really good. What kind of lip gloss are you wearing?"

"Uh, it's a secret." Camille really didn't know what to say.

"Secret? How exciting...maybe you can tell me...at lunch? We could have lunch. Together." Cindy said, blushing.

"Ah oui, sure. We could do that."

"It's a date then!" Cindy said clapping her hands together, "Oh and the boss wants to see you."

"In his office? I'll go right now."

Camille headed to the back and knocked on the owner's door.

"Come in." He said.

She opened the door and stepped inside. The owner was there...and also a young woman she'd never seen before.

"Camille, this is niece, Maggie Hall. She's an up and coming artist. I want you to go over her portfolio. See if we have room for anything. Give her some pointers. You understand?"

"Yes sir." Camille said.

Maggie held out a hand, "Pleasure to meet you."

Camille froze. She couldn't say anything. She ignored the hand and grabbed Maggie's cheeks, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. "Bonjour, pleasure is all mine."

"Ms. Rousseau, what are you doing?" Her boss asked.

"Ah, pardon moi. I'm French, that's how we greet people."

"I thought it was on the cheeks." He said.

Camille shook her head, "For men, yes. Women, their lips are better, no?"

He nodded, "Right...well...I certainly don't object. Feel free to make out with all the women in this building, especially if I'm watching."

"Uncle Paul!" Maggie said with a shocked look on her face.

He shrugged, "Men will be men. Now you two get going. I have some work to do."

"Right, my studio isn't far. We can walk." Maggie said, leading the way.

Maggie's studio really wasn't far. And also wasn't much of a 'studio' and more of a studio apartment. But she really was an artist. And a talented one at that. "You have...potential." Camille said as she looked around.

"Potential? That doesn't sound too great." Maggie said, disheartened.

Camille shook her head, "No, it's good. You are young. I don't believe we could put any of these in your uncle's gallery. They are just not quite there. But, you are close. Take this one for example..." Camille lost herself a little as they talked about Maggie's art.

"That was really helpful. I feel like I can do it. Thank you so much." Maggie said with a grin.

"De rien, it's nothing."

Maggie bit her lip, "Um. Look, this is like...super weird but...could I kiss you again?"

Camille hesitated. She was already pretty horny. Kissing this cute girl would only make it worse. But she found herself nodding, "A goodbye kiss then..."

They kissed, but when Camille started to back off Maggie grabbed the back of her head and held her close. Camille felt their chests pressing together, and then Maggie was groping her. Before she knew what was happening Maggie had pulled Camille's shirt off and was undoing her bra. Maggie put her mouth over her nipple and sucked.

"Mmmm..." Maggie moaned into her nipple. She pulled back, "You taste so good...I wonder...how...you taste...there..." Maggie fell to her knees and pulled down Camille's skirt. Camille thought it was a bad idea to get involved with her boss's niece, but she was too horny to care at this point. She helped kicked off her skirt and then found herself lying down on Maggie's bed, bottomless, as Maggie stared at her pussy like some kind of treasure, "I need to taste you." Maggie dove in and Camille let out a moan herself.

Maggie licked her like a woman possessed. "You...taste...so...good!"

"Mmmmooo!" Camille said. It felt so good. "Oh, I, uh, need...permission!"

"Granted." Maggie said, "Cum for me!"

She did, but that didn't stop Maggie, "I need more!"

By the time she was finally satisfied Camille could barely walk.

"How can your pussy taste so good?" Maggie wondered aloud, "Seriously, I've gotta do that again. Can I see you again?"

Camille propped herself up on her elbow, "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"We don't have to be a couple. Just, you know, a hook up. What do you say? I'm pretty good, aren't I?"

Camille smile, "Well...yeah. You are. Ok. I'll give you my number." She realized she'd have to get someone else to read her messages, or set it up to read them to her.

But she couldn't exactly explain that to Maggie. "I have to get back to work now."

"Ok, see you again!" Maggie said, lying back in bed as Camille got dressed. She had to put on one of her spare shirts, but otherwise managed to make herself look presentable again. She smiled and waved bye to Maggie. Maybe her transformations weren't all bad.

---

Leila knocked on the door and waited.

It opened, "What do you want?"

"Like, I'm sorry. About the other day." Liela said. The woman tried to shut the door but Leila stuck her foot out and stopped her, "Wait, like, um, Miles doesn't know anyone's name. Like even his own. It's a condition. He like totally can't help it. I only like, said that cause I was jealous. I wanted his dick."

"You wanted his dick..."

"Yeah, totally. I wanted it and didn't want to share. But like, now I do."

"Do what?"

"Want to share. I mean, or not. I just feel really bad. I totally messed you two up. He's a good guy. He just like literally can't remember names."

"You're serious? You're actually serious."

"Yes. Try it. Call him someone else. He won't realize it." Leila said. "Just please, give him another chance."

The woman tapped her foot, "But you still want his dick?"

"Like ya. But like, not exclusively. I can totz share. Or like, even back off. If you two were like, exclusive."

The woman shook her head, "No...we were just having fun..." She grinned, "He does have a nice dick though, doesn't he?"

Leila nodded, "Ya like, I only blow him, but ya. It's nice."

"You only blow him?" She asked.

Leila sighed and decided to pull up her skirt, "Ya, like, no sex for me." She left out that Miles could remove it and fuck her, but she didn't want that, not yet anyway.

"Whoa...holy shit. That's..." The woman didn't even know what to say, "Okay. That's freaky. But...also...I believe you now. I don't know why but it just makes more sense. Ok, I forgive you. And him."

"Thanks. Oh and like, what is your name anyway?" Leila asked.

The woman winked, "Just call me Sunshine." Then she stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind her, "I'll go see him. Is he still there?"

Leila shrugged, "Like, yeah. He's gotta get to work soon though. So do I. I can't be late or my boss is gonna be a huge prick. See ya around." Leila turned, then stopped. She looked over her shoulder at Sunshine, "Oh and...he's got another weird thing. He absolutely can't refuse a woman who wants oral. Try it. You'll see." Then she turned and hurried off.

"Bye?" Sunshine said to her back, just a little bit confused.

---

Miles was exhausted. He'd known Princess had ulterior motives in staying over, but he hadn't expected her to make use of his challenge transformation. He didn't think she wanted him to touch her that way, but apparently the belt was just too much for her. She'd woke up early to demand oral sex, and even with the belt he couldn't refuse. She'd made him eat her out three times, then he'd made her blow him once in retaliation.

It was a weird situation. They'd been friends for a long time. She was hot, very hot. But he'd never really seen her as a romantic partner. She'd been so stiff, so diametrically opposed to him. They'd never work.

But now? Well...Miles was much more attracted to this version of Princess. The one who would go after what she wanted. Who wouldn't take no for an answer. Who would spend the night with him just to **** him to go down on her.

He worried that his developing attraction only went one way though. Did she like him, or was he just convenient. He didn't particularly mind being used that way, but if that was the case then this was all just temporarily. He wasn't sure what to do about it.

There was a knock at the door. Had Leila forgotten something? He walked over and opened it, "Sunshine?"

She pushed past him, "Hi Travis. I just saw Helen. She had some interesting things to say."

Miles gulped, "Uh...right..." Who the hell was Helen? Did she mean Princess? Or something else?

"Paul, what color hair does Janet have?"

"Uh..." Miles scratched his head. He felt like this was a test, and he was failing, "Who??"

"Sarah. The building super."

"Brown."

"The building super's name is Nia."

"Ok?" Miles was still confused.

"Your friend, the bimbo, she says you can't remember names." Sunshine said.

"Bimbo? Oh. Dyed hair?" She must be talking about Princess.

"Yeah, so what's her name?" Sunshine asked.

Miles sighed, "Don't know. Princess."

Sunshine smirked, "Well you call her that, and I'll call her bimbo. If you tell me her real name I'll use it, otherwise, bimbo."

"I can't."

"Alright then. Bimbo it is. So it sounds like Bimbo wasn't lying to me. So I've decided to forgive you. You can keep calling me Sunshine, and we can keep hooking up."

"Really?"

"Yes...but also are you sick? Your voice is definitely deeper?

"Maybe a cold?" Miles said.

"Well whatever, I'm willing to risk it. Bimbo told me something else," She suddenly shimmied out of her pants and stood there bottomless, "She said you can't resist a sweet pussy like mine. Eat me out."

Well she was right, he couldn't resist. He was going to be alter for work but he had ****, he got down on his knees, pushed her against the wall and started to lick.

"Oh fuck yes! Yes!" Sunshine cried as he worked his tongue around. She grabbed his hair and swept her fingers through. His cock was rock hard and he knew he wouldn't be satisfied to just walk away when Sunshine was done. He was DEFINITELY going to be late for work.

---

Daria knocked on the door to her office. Her assistant opened it, "Morning Miss Almasi! Love your outfit!"

"Thank..." She froze as she looked at the images on the walls. Her words slipped out slowly, "...you..." She coughed, "Um, could you give me a few minutes alone?"

"Of course. I'll grab a coffee and be back soon. Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks." Daria sat down at her desk and waited for the assistant to leave. She looked at the posters, then pulled up her files on her computer. She recalled the transformation she'd received last night.

• Upgrade the business. Will change your workplace into something sluttier.

Well, this was certainly sluttier. It seemed she still worked for a fashion magazine. Of sorts. Certainly not mainstream fashion. Mainstream fashion didn't feature nearly so much leather, latex and steel.

She spent the time alone going over her notes, trying to catch up on what exactly she was supposed to be doing.

Her assistant returned pushing a cart and carrying a coffee. "Good timing, we just got this shipment in."

"Shipment?"

"Of samples of course. This is from...The Dungeon Master...wow, lame huh? A small new company over in Melbourne. They're hoping you'll feature their products in the next issue." She opened the box on top of the cart and reached it. She pulled out something, "Wow these actually look well made. Look at the stitching...what do you think? You're the pro after all."

Me, the pro? Daria wondered. She gulped and grabbed the cuffs from her assistant. She stared at them. They certainly looked a lot more expensive than the cheap ones Andrea wore last night. She sighed. This was her life now? Picking what kinds of bondage equipment and fetish wear in include in their catalogue? It was a far cry from high fashion.

"And don't forget you have a lunchtime meeting with those Dominatrixes. It's in your calendar but I thought you might like the reminded. You mentioned watching content on their OnlyFans to prep for the meeting. I sent you the link."

"The link...right...thanks..." Daria sighed. How was she going to be able to do this job?

---

Andrea gasped as the first drop of cum landed on her tongue. The taste...it was incredible. It was like all the flavour had been sucked out of her favours foods and condense into this one perfect drop. And then her mouth was flooding with it. She favoured the ooey gooey goodness for a moment before finally swallowing it and wiped her lips clean with her tongue.

The hunger in her stomach instantly vanished, like she'd had liters of the stuff instead of a few milliliters. She sat back on her heels. "Damn, now I really can't quit..."

Of course she couldn't let Miles know she actually liked her job now. She had to make him feel bad that she had to do this to keep her salary.

Another cock replaced the first. Then another. Then another. Then another.

As she finished off her 6th customer of the day she realized that there was possible to have too much of a good thing. Once her hunger had been satisfied she felt like she was just stuffing herself silly, despite the fact that the magic didn't work that way. It was good to have a steady supply of cum, but did she really need to work 6 or 8 hours shifts?

There was a knock on the door behind her, "Break time." Someone called.

She got up and headed back to the breakroom. As she was sitting there playing on her phone her boss came in, "Andrea. Cassie called in sick. I need you to take her shift tonight. 6-10."

"What? No way."

"You can go home now, get some rest. You'll be perfectly refreshed for an evening shift."

"No I won't be. I'm not covering Cassie's shift." Andrea said.

She sighed, "I can't make ya, but it would really help me out. The other only person I have to ask if Hanna but she's doing the extra service right now. I don't think you are ready for that."

"Yes I am!" Andrea found herself unable to agree with her boss.

"Are you sure? Well, maybe...you did decide to wear those weird cuffs today. Some kind of fantasy? Doesn't matter. I'll go ask Hanna."

She left and Andrea was left wondering what she'd gotten herself into. What exactly was extra service?

She returned a few minutes later, "She's in. When your break is over go to room 12. Remember I'm watching the camera at all times. If they try to do anything, yell or fight or anything and I'll send Danny in to break his knees. Good luck."

Why would...oh no. Andrea suddenly had an understand of what exactly she'd signed up for.

She felt like it was too late to back out now. When her break was done she made her way to room 12 as instructed. There was a small stool and she sat down to wait.

Room 12 was different than the other rooms. Bigger. Big enough for two.

There was no tiny hole on the opposite side from the entrance. Instead, a second entrance.

That door opened and a men stepped inside. He was dressed in an expensive suit, but too old and out of shape for Andrea's taste.

"Ah, I was expecting Hanna. They told me she got sent him. This is your first time?"

Andrea nodded.

"Well, go on. Show me your tits."

Andrea couldn't resist, she flashed him as quickly as she could and pulled her shirt back down.

"Ah, just a tease are you? I didn't get a good luck. Show me again."

Andrea obeyed, letting him get a better look before putting her shirt down.

"You know, wearing a shirt is just asking to get it dirty. I don't mind if you strip. No? Well then let me." He started removing his own clothes and hung them on a hanger provided for that. When he was naked he stood in front of her, his cock at half mast already. He suddenly reached down and grabbed the chain between her cuffs and pulled them up. "Cute. How about you moved them behind your back? No hands. I'll tip you...$500...if you do."

Andrea didn't really need the money, but she'd been poor so long she couldn't resist such a big tip. She nodded and stood up on her own. Carefully she stepped over the chain one foot at a time until they were behind her back. Then she knelt back down. "Are you ready?" She asked him.

"Suck it." He ordered.

She did as instructed. She kept trying to pull her hands forward out of instinct, but she managed to get the hang of doing it with no hands. As much as this man tried to project power, he had no more staying power than any of the other guys she'd sucked. Within a few minutes she could tell he was ready to blow.

Just then he pulled back. With her hands behind her she couldn't stop him as he aimed his cock and came all over her shirt.

"Opps." He said with a wink.

Andrea resisted the urge to curse him out. She wasn't sure if that was allowed or not, but she trusted Patrice to sort it out if not.

He got dressed and left without another word. He shut the door behind him but a moment later it opened and Patrice stepped in. "You look a little rough."

"No, I'm fine." She said, automatically disagreeing with her.

"Really? You didn't seem to enjoy that."

"Well I did, ok?" Andrea said, continuing the argument.

"Very well then. But I need you to clean up before the next customer. As silly as it is most of these men don't want 'sloppy seconds'. You have 10 minutes."

Andrea swore after she'd left. What was she supposed to do? She didn't have a shirt to change into. It wasn't very easy to change shirts with these cuffs either. And she was worried about what would happen if she temporarily uncuffed herself.

With no other options coming to mind she took the only way out she saw. She grabbed scissors and cut her shirt off. She sent the group chat a text hoping someone would bring her a replacement, then headed back to the booth.

Her next customers all loved that she started off topless, and many of them asked to cum on her tits. Thankfully though they all respected her wishes and didn't, although she still had to blow them all.

It was Daria who showed up at the end of her shift. "Got your message. Here," SHe held up a shirt, "And here, this is for you too." She held up some leather cuffs with a chain between them, "These should be more comfortable. They're made for long term wear."

"Where'd you get those?" Andrea asked.

She sighed, "Long story..."

---

"Please have a seat Leila." Her boss said as she entered his office.

"Oh, like, I'm good standing. Thanks."

He raised an eyebrow, "I said sit."

She tried to, but she couldn't. She couldn't sit in a chair while someone else was in the room. Her only option was his lap. She couldn't sit there...

"SIT!" He bellowed.

She was so shocked she did it. She sat down. On his lap.

He was stunned.

"What are you doing?" He asked, suddenly calm.

"Um, like sitting." She said.

"Why are you sitting on my lap? Get off."

She did, but as she stood she happened to notice something about him. Something between his legs. Something hard.

She licked her lips. It had been a while since she'd blown Miles and now she knew there was a hard cock in front of her. She had to defeat it. She just had too.

"Are you staring at my cock?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Christ. You really are a bimbo, aren't you?"

"Yes." She desperately wanted to disagree, but she couldn't.

"Leila your performance has been slipping. You are a smart girl, but lately you have been distracted. You...fuck you are still staring at my cock."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Lock the door." He said.

"What?"

"I said lock the door." Leila did as she was told and came back.

"Take off your clothes." He said sternly.

"Sir? No, I-"

"Take them off or else go back to your desk and write up your resignation."

Leila hesitated. She liked her job. She didn't want to give it up. But this...this was too much. Except if she did quit wouldn't she face similar treatment no matter where she went? It was normal for people to harass her. They just accepted it. Nobody would take her side in this, nobody except her friends that is.

Slowly she started stripping. She set her jacket aside. Took off her blouse. Stepped out of her skirt. She stood there, covering her chest with her arms.

"The bra too."

She sighed and relented. Taking off her bra and laying it across the table.

He stared at her chastity belt, "So that's it. You've locked your pussy away and now you can't think straight? Well that's fine. I wasn't going to fuck you anyway." He regarded her with appraising eyes, "You do have really nice tits."

"Thank you sir."

"Alright. Blow me. Do a good job and you can keep yours."

Between head girl and whack a dong her need to obey was overwhelming. She couldn't get his cock out fast enough. When she did she went at him like a woman possessed. He was on the smaller side, but she could still feel the mirror sensation of his cock plunging into her pussy over and over again. It was just enough to tease her, not enough to get her off. As for her boss, he wasn't used to it, not like Miles. He didn't last even a full minute. She greedily swallowed every drop.

"Wow, you are a grade A cocksucker."

"Thank you." She said automatically.

"Alright, you can keep your job, but this is now one of your roles. Understood?"

"Yes..."

"Then get dressed."

She stood up and reached for her bra, but he snatched it away first, "But I'm keeping this. I'd keep your panties, but since you weren't wearing any this will do as a trophy."

"But sir..."

"Your tits so perky you don't need a bra."

"Thank you but-"

"No buts. Get dressed and get out."

Leila sighed and put her shirt on. This asshole, who does he think he is? Although, having a source of cum at work wasn't a horrible thing, given her other transformations. If only he could last long enough for her to get off too.

She got dressed and went back to her office. The little episode with her boss had done little to focus her, but she did manage to finish one report she'd been working on. She found herself actually looking forward to tonight. Maybe she could get a blessing to help her deal with work...although with her luck she'd probably get all curses.

After work she went home to change. She'd had enough harassment about her lack of bra from her coworkers, she didn't need Miles piling on. She changed into a more casual outfit, grabbed a bottle of wine...no two...from her pantry and headed out.