Supervisor Reality Manipulation

Angela Torres was going over the logistics reports when she noticed an oddity in one of the facilities she managed. Unlike the others, the energy usage had quintupled in the past two days. What could possibly explain that? Had they disengaged the safeties and hacked the tech for their own personal projects? How would they possibly think this would go unnoticed?

Ugh. Why couldn’t things be normal for one day. Though she supposed if that was the case then the higher-ups wouldn’t need her.

She picked up the phone to call the scientists on premises (a Dr. Kelley and Dr. Burke as her notes detailed) but then put it back down just as fast. If they were pulling this kind of stunt she needed to go visit them physically. It hadn’t been the first time she had to visit them, and if she knew them, they’d just weasel out with some half-baked explanation over the phone.

So she put on her coat and stepped outside of the home office and got in her car. It wasn’t a long drive, just fifteen minutes plus or minus a few. Their company had a lot of facilities spread around the city, all specializing in different fields of cutting edge innovation. And all that took a lot of money, and if the balance of new patents and research funds got out of wack, she’d be out of a job.

So when she got to the facility, she put on her best game face. It was all about having a position of authority and making it seem like she couldn’t be questioned. To assert her will and the will of the company on these rapscallions.

She pushed open the door and entered. And as soon as she did she realized she had been mistaken. The two scientists here were doing very important work for their Mistress. The company had sublet them out to woman for development of a localized reality manipulation program, which more than explained the energy differential. How could she have forgotten that?

She was tempted to turn about face and leave them to their work, but since she was here it was appropriate to check in and make sure everything was running as expected. So she walked further in to the main lab room.

“Mrs. Torres!” Dr. Kelley greeted her. “I didn’t expect a check-in so soon after your last visit. Is everything all right?” The scientist, clad in her lab-coat that barely hid her ZZZ cup tits hurried over. And behind her, Dr. Burke bunny-hopped with her hands held up like a rabbit and making cute ‘pyon’ sound effects.

“Yes yes, everything’s fine. I just… wanted to visit?”

“Oh, were you curious about seeing the LRM program in action? I was just about to run it. Come on over.” She walked back over to the terminal.

Angela joined her and looked over her shoulders at what the doctor was typing

All of the commands that have been applied to Dr. Laura Kelley apply to Angela Torres.

Angela Torres is Dr. Laura Kelley’s bitch.

“Excuse me? How dare you?” She couldn’t tolerate this kind of insubordination. “Delete that immediately.”

“Hmm? But you’ve been such a bitch to me and Dr. Burke. Always chewing us out for the smallest expenditures. And that’s not only rude to us it’s rude to our Mistress, which is unacceptable.”

“Yeah, what a meanie, pyon.” Dr. Burke added.

“I have been nothing of the sort. Now I’m asking you again to cease your childish insults. If you or your Mistress have a problem with me or the company at large, file a complaint like a normal human being.”

Dr. Kelley looked at her, and then pressed enter.

Angela was on all fours, where she belonged. As Dr. Kelley’s bitch, she was naturally disposed to crawling along the floor like any good dog girl.

“Woof. I unconditionally love you, Owner.”

“Of course you do, because you’re a good girl, Bitch.” Dr Kelley gave her chin a good scritching. “Why, between you and Dr. Burke, it’s a regular zoo in here. It’s a good thing Mistress likes animal girls.”

“Oh! I love Mistress unconditionally too! Bark.”

If it wasn’t clear from her thoughtless expression, then Angela’s tail that was swishing uncontrollably furiously really drove the point home.

“We all do. Now back to your duties.”

Angela wasn’t a smartie pants like the two doctors. Or at least not in the same way. She was much better with logistics. So she couldn’t help directly on expanding the LRM, but there were other ways to assist. More physical, indirect ways, like keeping up morale. She bit her lip. Already her bitch cunt was going into heat. It didn’t take much, since she was almost always wet and ready. Just part and parcel of being a dog girl pet.