He wants to destroy her credibility

As the machine spoke the name a puff of magical energy billowed through Valerie’s room and suddenly sitting in a large plush office chair with his cock out was Gerald Spaw. He looked around in surprise at the change in scenery.

“What the fuck? Where’s that feminist slut who was sucking my cock?” he shouted. As he did and rose his engorged member rose with him a fat drop of saliva from the woman who had seconds before slid off it and fell on the ground.

Valerie could feel her own mouth watering at the sight. Ten inches of prime man meat, hard and ready to suck. She swallowed hard and turned away as the machine caught Gerald’s attention.

“Hey Gerry, glad you could join us. This little slut here is learning how important it is to be a good girl!’ Gerald looked at the machine with surprise.

“What the hell are you doing, tin can?” he asked. “The witch said that she was the one who picked the changes.”

The machine let out one of its mechanical laughs. “Well yes Gerry but I figured just watching can’t be too much fun so I wanted you to have the chance to make some changes of your own. Don’t worry though Valerie has agreed to it.”

“Did she?” Gerald asked with a predatory grin. “I was annoyed she didn’t come and apologize to me for that trash she wrote but I suppose this is even nicer.”

“Yes sir!” said the machine happily. “You made a good choice with this transformation, she’s well on her way to becoming a very good girl indeed!”

Valerie’s face burned red but she didn’t want to draw Gerald’s attention to her so she kept her mouth firmly shut.

“So how does this work? Can I just change whatever I want?” Gerald said, eyeing up the dials and switches.

“I’m afraid not, sir, said the device with a deferential tone far different from the one Valerie had grown used to. “The slutty little bimbo has only given up 6 adjustments for you and she has picked the following to be blacklisted.” A series of red lights glowed above the eight dials and switches Valerie had selected.

Gerald harumphed as he examined the device further. “Makes sense a bitch like her would be worried about losing what little brain power she has.” He turned to Valerie who was still kneeling and trying to not look at his tasty cock.

“Well slut I can see what you don’t want to happen, why don’t you come wrap those pretty pillows on your face around my cock. If you finish me off I might even listen to what you want!” He laughed and waved his slowly softening member at Valerie.

She couldn’t turn to face him or that giant cock or she knew that she would give in and service him.

“Eh figured you’d chicken out again, sucks that you marked off libido or I probably wouldn’t even need to ask.”

He examined the device thinking out loud as he did. “Sensitivity could be fun, make you sluts a bit more reactive. I could also see Wetness working, don’t you hate it when you’re fucking some slut and she’s dry as a bone.” He laughed. “Well I don’t have that problem but I’ve heard guys talk about it and I do like doing charity for my fellow man.”

“Honestly though. The thing I want is my company back and with how this thing works I can see a way to get that.”

Valerie turned to look at him with shock evident on her face.

“Yeah I’ll bet you’re surprised bitch, see your choices have changed things a little bit, your article struck a blow to me sure, I still lost my place as CEO but I still have a C suite title now. People just don’t take the whining of pretty little cocksuckers seriously I suppose.”

He grabbed a dial "Employment Opportunities" and turned it hard clearly intending to max it out but it stopped after the machine clicked once. “What the hell?” he shouted at the device.

“Sorry, Gerry,” said the machine “As much fun as it would be to turn these feminists into strippers and whores with one fell swoop the witch finds it to be far more effective for them to experience a slow descent.”

Gerald gave another “Hmph” and turned to the other dials. “Well if I can’t just turn you into a whore I can at least make sure no one takes you seriously.” He laughed, quickly turning the Voice and Slutty Dressing Dials up by one then flicking on the Bimbo Names and Valley Girl Speech switches. He then paused clearly, thinking carefully.

“This should be enough to destroy all professional standing feminist cunts like you have.” He scratched his chin. “So let's make you a bit more fun to look at.” He grabbed the Breast Size Dial and turned it to three.

Once he did, another wave emanated from the device, sending him and his office chair back to whatever slut had been drooling over his cock and then striking Valerie in the chest. Her throat tingled intensely but the most immediate thing she noticed was her tits. She was still in the sheer cocktail dress and the fabric began to expand as the already massive breasts gained several cup sizes settling on gigantic I cups. Two mounds of sensitive flesh the size of cantaloupes were now nestled inside the dress.

“Well, Candi, that was fun!” said the machine and Candi turned in shock before shaking her head, trying to think of her actual name. It had a V in it, maybe? For some reason the only name she could think of for herself was Candi. “I see you’re a bit confused but don’t worry my little slut. Everyone expects that from you! Gerald made some great changes so that you can stop playing pretend at being a big smart reporter.”

Valerie knew what she was about to hear but still dreaded it. “Women like you can’t have careers like that,” the device explains in its delightfully cheerful voice. The deference it had for Gerald had fully left its tone. “I mean who could really trust a woman named Candi with a big important job anyways, especially with how you speak.”

“What’s, like, wrong with how I talk and stuff?” She asked her sentence ending with the trademark valley girl upward lilt. She put both of her hands over her mouth in horror. Her voice was still hers but a peppier version of her own voice than she had ever heard before. She sounded like a cheer captain urging the school to root for the football team, not a serious adult.

“I’m glad you see what I mean so I’m sure you’ll agree with the newspaper who have decided that feminists like you can’t rise beyond the role of assistants and secretaries. Don’t worry though you still have a job, they haven’t fired you despite the fact you insist on wearing clubwear to work.” Candi glanced at her closet. She could see mini dresses and sparkly sequins where pant suits and formal wear had once hung.

“And all that clubwear is made for those new titanic titties of yours. Gerald was so nice to give you that little upgrade. Maybe stop by his place and let him play with those tits.” Candi glared at the machine but before she could say anything it continued. “By that place would be the CEO’s office, after people barely trust you to get their coffee orders right you’ve never written an article for the paper in your life.”

It then quieted, as another sticker printed. This one had another cartoon bimbo who looked disturbingly like Candi shaking her tits as she rotated on a pole

She wanted to say something, wanted to smash the machine with a hammer but instead just numbly picked up the sticker and stuck it next to the last one. She flopped down on the bed, her tits bouncing enticingly as she did, and tried to think what she was going to do. Before she could think of anything though she heard a sound from the door.

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 3 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 3 Lips: 2 Ass: 2

Femininity: 1 Voice: 2 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 2

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 3 Beauty: 3 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 2 Employment Opportunities: 2

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: ON Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: ON Valley Girl Speak: ON

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: ON Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: ON