Sarah's ascend

The next day, the office hummed with a new energy, or perhaps it was just me. Every glance from a female coworker, every accidental brush in the hallway, felt charged with potential. Sarah, however, was the epicenter of this new reality. She moved through her tasks with a dreamy, distracted air, her eyes constantly finding mine, filled with a desperate, pleading hunger that she couldn't vocalize in the sterile corporate environment.

Around mid-morning, I couldn't resist any longer. I buzzed her intercom. "Sarah, could you come in here? I need your help with something... sensitive." The word "sensitive" did it. Her head snapped up, and within seconds, she was tapping lightly on my door, her cheeks already flushed. "Close the door and lock it," I commanded, my voice low and even. She obeyed instantly, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. When she turned back to me, her hands were trembling. "Mr. Davies... Alex," She whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. "I... I can't stop thinking about yesterday. About you. About... us."

"There is no 'us,' Sarah," I corrected her, leaning back in my chair and steepling my fingers. "There is me, and there is you. And you are mine." A shudder ran through her entire body, and I saw a wave of liquid soak through the front of her pencil skirt. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes wide with a terrifying, beautiful clarity. "Yours." "Then get on your knees." I commanded.

She dropped to the floor so quickly I heard her knees thud against the carpet. She crawled toward me, her movements clumsy with need, her eyes locked on my crotch. I watched, my cock hardening with terrifying speed, as she fumbled with my zipper, her fingers shaking too much to work it properly. "Please," she whimpered, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Please, I need it. I need you."

I stood up, unzipping my trousers myself and letting my enhanced cock spring free. The air crackled around it, thick with the promise of transformation. Sarah's jaw went slack, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as she stared at it.

"Suck it," I ordered. She lunged forward, engulfing me in her hot, wet mouth. The sensation was incredible, her tongue swirling around me with desperate, inexperienced hunger. But this wasn't what I wanted. Not yet. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off me, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "That's enough. Get up. Bend over my desk."

She scrambled to obey, frantically pushing aside stacks of papers and a monitor to make space, pressing her face against the cool wood as she presented her ass to me. I hiked up her skirt, ripping her soaked panties away with one sharp tug. Her pussy was glistening, pink and swollen, practically begging to be claimed.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. "Yesterday was just a taste, Sarah," I growled, my voice resonating with Lilith's power. "Today, you're reborn." With that, I drove into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Sarah screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that I quickly muffled by clamping a hand over her mouth. Her body convulsed, and I felt her pussy clamp down on me like a vice as her first orgasm hit instantly. The transformation had begun.

I started to fuck her in earnest, my hips pistoning as I pumped the full force of my divine essence into her. I could feel it flowing out of me, a torrent of transformative power that flooded her system, reshaping her from the cellular level up.

Her body was the first to change. Beneath my hands, her waist began to cinch, her stomach tightening and flattening even as her hips flared outward. Her ass, already nice, began to swell, softening and rounding into a jiggly bubble butt that rippled with each powerful impact of my hips against her.

"Like, oh my god!" She shrieked into my palm, her voice already losing its professional timbre, rising in pitch and acquiring a breathy, vacant quality. "What's... what's happening? I feel so... so... full!"

Her breasts were next. They were pressing against the desk, and I could feel them swelling, growing larger and heavier with each thrust. They ballooned outward, straining the fabric of her blouse until the buttons popped off, ricocheting around my office. They didn't stop expanding until they had reached an impossible HH-cup size, two massive, sensitive globes of flesh that squashed deliciously against the hardwood.

"Like, my titties!" she giggled, the sound ditzy and high-pitched. "They're getting sooooo big! Can you, like, play with them?"

I obliged, reaching around to maul her massive new tits, rolling her thick, elongated nipples between my fingers. The contact sent another convulsive orgasm through her, and I felt her intelligence, her old self, draining away with each wave of pleasure.

Her face was changing too. I could hear her lips swelling, plumping up into ridiculous, pillowy cushions that gave her a permanent "O" shape, as if she were perpetually surprised or ready to be fed. Her makeup seemed to materialize from nowhere—thick, slutty eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow, and a glossy pink coating on her newly inflated DSLs.

"Who's a good girl?" I grunted, my own release building as I watched the last of my competent secretary being fucked away.

"Me! I'm, like, the bestest girl!" she squealed, her voice now a perfect caricature of a valley girl bimbo. "I love your cock! It's, like, the bestest ever!"

I could feel her mind emptying, the complex thoughts, the memories of college, the career ambitions, all of it being washed away and replaced by a simple, all-consuming need for cock, for pleasure, for me. The old Sarah was being violently, ecstatically fucked out of existence.

"Cum for me, you dumb slut," I commanded, my voice booming with divine authority. "Cum out everything you used to be. Become my perfect little bimbo toy."

Her entire body went rigid. A guttural, primal scream tore from her throat as the most intense orgasm yet seized her. Her back arched at an impossible angle, her eyes rolling back into her head until only the whites were visible. I watched, mesmerized, as a visible, shimmering essence was violently expelled from her body—a tangible cloud of her old self, her intelligence, her identity, hovering for a moment before dissipating into the air.

When the convulsions subsided, she collapsed onto my desk, a panting, giggling, thoroughly transformed creature. I pulled out, and she slowly slid to the floor, landing in a heap of jiggly flesh and tore open clothes.

She looked up at me, her eyes now completely vacant and glassy, but filled with an adoring, animalistic hunger. "Like, wow," she giggled, her voice a high-pitched squeak. "That was, like, the bestest! My head feels all empty and fuzzy! It's, like, super awesome!"

She cupped her massive new tits, hefting them as if surprised by their weight. "And these are, like, way fun! Can we fuck again? Pretty please? My pussy feels, like, so empty without your yummy cock inside it!"

Lilith's presence filled the room, her scent of vanilla and musk overwhelming. "Another masterpiece, my champion," she purred in my mind. "The perfect office accessory. Eager, pliant, and too simple to ever cause trouble."

I looked down at the creature who had once been my capable secretary. She was now a perfect, ditzy, horny bimbo, existing only for my pleasure. My first true conquest in the corporate world.

"Get up," I ordered. "You have work to do. You're going to help me find our next project. But first i want you to shop for new clothes; more suitable for a bimbo like you!"

Sarah giggled, struggling to her feet on her ridiculously high heels. "Okey dokey, boss!"
As I watched her try to button her blouse over her massive new tits, I knew my ascent through the company was going to be far more entertaining than I had ever imagined. The entire management structure was now a buffet of potential masterpieces, waiting for my touch. But who would be the next victim?