Home Alone

I was awoken the next day by the busy movements of Veronica, hustling to get ready for work. She was gathering papers spread out from the weekend's work. Watching her hustle back and forth gave me an appreciation for her new jugs. Her clothes still did not fit; I'd have to change that soon. For now, I enjoyed how they jostled in her too tight bra, raising and squishing her jugs for everyone's view. Her usually fully buttoned top now had the top four buttons popped, unable to clasp without lewdly straining and risking breaking. Her blazer had a similar issue, so it remained open, showing off her new hourglass shape. I wished I could see the looks on her employees' faces when she jiggled into work today.

"Good morning, baby. Sleep well?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. When they refocused, I could see her glaring at me. Guess she didn't.

"Actually, it's a little difficult to sleep when there's 2 medicine balls attached to you. Looking hot isn't worth sleepless nights." She rolled her shoulders, sore from the tugging she was not yet used to. "And my dreams were really distracting..." She rubbed her temple, remembering how erotic her dreams turned: Peter manhandling her big knockers while he fucked them, his load splashing against her chin. She hardly ever had sexual dreams, and never involving Peter, but this second cock had her thinking about him a lot more lately. It didn't help that her body seemed to tingle every time he crossed her mind.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie. But I'm glad to hear you think you look hot." She blushed when she realized she had said that. "I'm sure you're gonna have a great day today. Crunch those numbers!" I offered, not entirely sure what else went into accounting except math. "Nikki, give me a kiss goodbye. And a little motorboat too." I sat up patiently.

"Oh I will." She rolled her eyes, starting to head for the door, before Nikki swung her around and bounced back my way, practically skipping to the couch. Her look of confusion was priceless as she bent forward at the hips, a quick wink from Nikki before she puckered up and leaned into my face. Nikki made this kiss much more intimate than I was used to from my girlfriend. I felt her tongue slither into my willing mouth, teasing my own before releasing Veronica. A string of saliva connected our tongues briefly. "Well, I better get going." She said, though her body wrapped a tender hand around my head and cradled me into her tits. Her shoulders rolled again, this time to juggle my face around in her funbags. I couldn't tell from my personal heaven, but Veronica blushed furiously as Nikki's pleasure flustered her. She eventually released me, and quickly hurried out the door before any more strange things happened. I had to hatch my plan for her quickly.

"Nikki, get Veronica thinking positively about a career change today. Try not to get her fired yet." It was a vague command, but hopefully it was enough to start her conversion to happy, stripper girlfriend. A quick thumbs up from my confused girlfriend let me know the command was received. She closed the door quickly and I heard her modest heels click to the elevator. Jeanie back stroked through the air and floated over my head, stretched out like she was in the top bunk above me.

"An ok command." She reviewed my performance. "Personally I would have gotten a tit fuck or at least a handy. And let's not get started on all the physical changes you could be doing. Maybe a second sleeve for your second cock..." She continued her critique while I turned on the TV. Jeanie convinced me using ladies on the airwaves would be a fun way to pass time. Big physical changes might catch too many eyes, but a local news anchor acting strange for a bit wouldn't be too obvious. I skimmed till I found a station with a fine looking weathergirl. Her tight dress flared widely at her hips before it tightened just above her knee, her legs toned from pacing wearing heels in front of the map for a living, as well as dedicated working out. Her top curves were all natural, though fitness kept her toned and perky there as well. Her blouse was tasteful, with enough cleavage to attract audiences without too many complaints. Her blonde locks fell in wavy rings, framing her professionally made-up face. She was smiling and explaining the weather for the coming week, but I thought she could talk about something more fun. Since she wasn't able to hear my commands, I had to make a simple, physical change. 'Her mouth has to say something slutty with each sentence during today's report.' It was a weird phrasing, but it **** her to do something without it being a command.

"Tomorrow, it's going to be a hot one. Like seven inches from my needy cunt." her TV smile faltered briefly, but continued through her script. "Its going to reach 72 F by mid afternoon, but I'd rather have 69 aaaaall week." Her breath quickened and her eyes searched behind the cameras for some kind of help. She gulped and soldiered on, her delivery faster and panicked. "There's a brief cold front moving through the northeast on Thursday, and my nipples will be rock hard." Her face was turning a bright red as she felt her rouge mouth acting against her wishes. She steeled herself for one more attempt, hopefully this was just a brief hallucination. "Prepare for light showers over the weekend, or you'll be as wet as I am right now. Now over to Bill with the sports. Bill, tell us about all the things I can do with balls. " The camera quickly cut to a shocked sports anchor who started his script, his mind thinking about something else.

"That was a hot show. We should DVR it next time. Hey, you hungry? I ordered pizza." Jeanie plopped on the couch next to me. I gave her a skeptical look.

"How did you order pizza?" I ask, amused. I've had worse breakfasts.

"Phone." She answered pulling an antique flip phone from her cleavage. How does she pay for minutes? "I ordered your favorite." She winked at me. "And the pizza will be good, too..." Cryptic, but I didn't have time to think about it when there was a knocking on the front door. "Oh yeah, I ordered it like 20 minutes ago. You got any cash?"

Shit. I hobbled to the door and grabbed my wallet, hoping I had a way to pay this person. I adjusted my bulges, so the pizza guy wouldn't be able to tell I'm packing extra. I opened the door and was met with a beautiful sight.

Pizza. Delivery. Girl: The dream of all horny men. She stood about a head shorter than me, looking up pleasantly. Her red polo uniform wrapped tightly around her frame, and the box beneath her chest supported it for my view accidentally. Her brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail popping out of her company baseball cap. She had on tight khaki's that showed off her thick thighs. She carried a healthy weight on her, a mix of strength and softness that comes from exercise and an employee discount. "Good morning, Sir! I have an extra large sausage for delivery, double the meat, like you asked." Her cheerful demeanor was either from ignorance of Jeanie's joke or from getting it probably twice a week. I'm glad she couldn't hear Jeanie absolutely loving her own joke. The delivery girl offered the pizza to me, releasing her great tits to gravity's whims. Her nametag read 'Wendy'. Ironic.

"Wow...um... That was fast." I stutter, not prepared for this beauty eagerly offering her hot box. "Could you bring it in? I'm couch ridden at the moment." I shrugged sheepishly, hobbling back to the couch.

"Oh, of course, sir. I'm sorry to hear that." Wendy followed me into the apartment and placed the pizza on the coffee table. "Ok so that'll be $42.69." she waited patiently as I fished through my wallet. Thank God I had a $50; that'd even cover the tip. Wait a minute...tip... sausage...extra meat? I could use my ring powers!

"Go for it, man. She was definitely checking you out." Jeanie encouraged me. I had to grab her by the chain to keep her from picking up a slice in front of Wendy. "She definitely earned your tip. Maybe 2?" She was right of course. This was the perfect chance for more training. I didn't have the luxury of a second person piloting Wendy, though I could do the same thing to her that I did to Veronica. A mental change would guarantee her cooperation, but could also give me hooves if she's a prude. A physical change would be easier, but she had such a nice body, I wasn't sure what I'd do. Anything she could possibly notice left me at risk of retaliation; she knew where I lived, after all.