The HR Remodeling

The following morning, Victoria Albright was a ghost haunting her own department. She moved through the office with a dazed, distracted air, her usually sharp, commanding presence replaced by a fragile uncertainty. Her severe pantsuit felt wrong, her tight bun constricting. She kept touching her lips, as if surprised by their fullness, and her gaze kept drifting towards my office door, a mixture of terror and desperate longing in her eyes.

Around noon, I decided it was time to finish what I'd started. I buzzed Sarah. "Tell Ms. Albright I need to see her immediately regarding her 'performance review'."

"Like, okey dokey, boss!" Sarah chirped, her voice dripping with glee. I heard her giggle, then her voice, slightly muffled, saying, "Like, Vicky! Mr. Davies wants you! For your... performance!"

A few minutes later, Victoria tapped on my door, looking pale and shaken. "You... you wanted to see me, Alex?" she whispered, already abandoning formalities.

"Come in, Victoria. And lock the door."

She obeyed instantly, her movements stiff and robotic. When she turned around, I saw the fear in her eyes, but beneath it, a hunger that was growing with every passing second.

"You've been distracted," I observed, leaning back in my chair. "Your work is suffering. You seem... preoccupied."

"I... I can't stop thinking about yesterday," she admitted, her voice trembling. "About what you did to me. How you made me feel."

"I made you feel alive for the first time in years," I corrected her, rising to my feet. "But that was just the appetizer. Today, we serve the main course."

I gestured to Sarah, who had been standing by with an expression of manic excitement. "Sarah, come here."

"Like, yay!" she squealed, prancing over.

"Kiss her," I ordered, nodding toward Victoria.

Victoria's eyes widened in shock. "What? No! I'm not... I don't..."

But Sarah was already on her, grabbing Victoria's face and pulling her into a deep, sloppy kiss. I watched as Victoria initially resisted, her hands pushing against Sarah's shoulders, but then her body went limp. A low moan escaped her throat as she began to kiss back, her tentativeness quickly turning into desperate, hungry passion.

"Like, see?" Sarah giggled, breaking the kiss. "She's, like, super ready!"

Victoria stared at Sarah, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with a need she could no longer deny. "Please," she whispered, looking at me. "Please... I need it."

"Bend over the desk," I commanded, my voice resonating with power. "Both of you."

They scrambled to obey, side by side, presenting their asses to me. I hiked up their skirts—Victoria's sensible business skirt and Sarah's micro-mini—revealing two very different pairs of panties. I ripped Victoria's away first, then Sarah's, leaving both of them exposed and eager.

I entered Victoria first, driving into her still-tight pussy with a brutal thrust. She cried out, a sound of pain and pleasure that was quickly muffled as Sarah pulled her into another kiss.

"Time for your remodeling, Vicky," I growled, my voice thick with divine power as I began to fuck her in earnest, pumping the full force of my transformative essence into her.

The changes were immediate and dramatic. Her body, once toned and athletic, began to soften and reshape. I could feel her waist cinching beneath my hands as her stomach flattened, all while her hips and ass flared outward, swelling into a jiggly, bimbo-perfect bubble butt that rippled with each powerful impact of my hips.

"Like, oh my god!" she shrieked into Sarah's mouth, her voice already losing its clipped, professional tone, rising into a breathy, high-pitched whine. "I feel... so... weird! So... full!"

Her breasts, once modest and firm, were pressing against my 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, just like Sarah's had. They didn't stop until they had reached the same impossible HH-cup size, two massive, ultra-sensitive globes that squashed deliciously against the hardwood.

"Like, your titties are getting so big!" Sarah squealed in delight, reaching around to maul Victoria's burgeoning tits. "They're, like, way bigger than mine! So not fair!"

Victoria's face was the next to undergo its extreme makeover. I could hear her lips swelling, plumping up into ridiculous, pillowy DSLs that gave her a permanent, vacant "O" shape. Her makeup seemed to bleed into existence from her pores—thick, slutty eyeliner, smoky purple eyeshadow, and a thick, glossy coating of bubblegum pink on her new cocksucking lips.

"Who's my dumb HR slut?" I grunted, my own release building as I watched the last of the formidable Victoria Albright being fucked out of existence.

"Me! I'm, like, the dumbest slut!" she squealed, her voice now a perfect, ditzy valley-girl caricature. "I love your cock! It's, like, making me all tingly and stupid!"

I could feel her mind emptying in real-time. The complex HR regulations, the management strategies, the years of corporate climbing—all of it was being violently, ecstatically fucked away, replaced by a simple, all-consuming need for cock, for pleasure, for approval.

"Cum out your old self, Vicky," I commanded, my voice booming with divine authority. "Cum out the boring bitch and become my perfect little bimbo toy."

Her entire body seized. A guttural, primal scream tore from her throat as the most intense orgasm yet convulsed her. Her back arched violently, her eyes rolling back 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 as Victoria Albright, hovering for a moment before dissipating into the office air.

When the convulsions finally subsided, she collapsed onto my desk, a panting, giggling, thoroughly remodeled creature. I pulled out, and she slowly slid to the floor, landing in a heap of jiggly flesh and torn fabric.

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 ever! My head feels, like, totally empty! It's super awesome!"

She cupped her massive new tits, hefting them with a ditzy smile. "And these are, like, sooooo heavy! But they feel super good! Can we, like, do it again? Please?"

Sarah knelt beside her, kissing her cheek. "See? I told you it was, like, the bestest! Welcome to the club!"

I looked down at the creature who had once been the formidable head of Human Resources. She was now Vicky, a perfect, ditzy, horny bimbo, existing only for my pleasure. Another masterpiece for my collection.

"Get up," I ordered, my voice firm. "You have a new task."

Vicky struggled to her feet, her new body clumsy and unfamiliar. "Like, what is it, boss? You want me to, like, suck your cock? I can, like, totally do that!"

"Later," I replied, pulling out my wallet and extracting a company credit card. "First, you're going shopping. Your wardrobe is unacceptable. I want you to go to the most expensive stores in the city and buy a new wardrobe. Tight, revealing, slutty clothes that show off your new body. Shoes with at least six-inch heels. Lingerie that's more string than fabric. Spend as much as you want. Max out the card if you have to."

Vicky's eyes lit up with a ditzy delight. "Like, shopping! Yay! I'm, like, super good at shopping! Can Sarah come with me? She has, like, way better taste than me now!"

"Of course," I agreed. "Sarah will go with you to make sure you make the right choices. Now go. And don't come back until you're dressed like the bimbo slut you were always meant to be."

"Like, okey dokey!" Vicky squealed, taking the card with a giggle. "We're gonna, like, make you so proud, boss!"

As I watched them leave, arm in arm, giggling and whispering about slutty outfits, I knew my control over the company was growing. With the HR department now under my command, there would be no more obstacles, no more pesky rules or regulations for me about sex. The path to the further bimbofication of the office was wide open, and I had a feeling this was going to be my most magnificent masterpiece yet.