The New CEO of Revocs harbors a strange secret

After her mother's demise at the hands of her sister, Satsuki eventually decided to pick up the pieces of the clothing company her late parent used as a front for her world domination schemes via assisting the alien organism she worshiped. (A long, exciting story to be told in a different medium.) Suffice it to say, after the scandal that was attempting to sacrifice the entire human population, the company's stock tanked, along with the public's perception of it. No PR firm in the world would be able to right the terrible reputation, not that any of them wanted to take that job to begin with. Together with a small following, Satsuki managed to put Revocs back on the map through hard labor, exceptional charismatic leadership, and classic use of merciless hostile takeover. Before the incident, at its apex, the company sat at a 100% global market share, saturating quite literally the entire world. Under Satsuki's leadership, Revocs once again held the vast majority at 65%, a shadow of what it was before, but nothing to sneeze at regardless.

But why do you need to be told all of this? What is the purpose in exhaustively telling you the great feats of one Kiryuuin Satsuki and her rise from rebellious teenage dictator of her own academy, all the way to structurally similar fascistic leader of the corporation she inherited?

Boredom.

The top is a lonely place, with no one to oppose her, or the company's, strength anymore, Satsuki had fallen into the rhythm that all ultrarich heads of monopolies eventually arrive at. The business ran itself now, slowly devouring smaller companies in its way to increase the market share even further.

She'd become more of a figurehead. Someone to be written about in magazines. The last time she had actually sat in a conference with shareholders was a distant memory. Her face carried more power than her person, and attaching her name to a project was a foolproof way of securing its financial and commercial success.

She had nothing to do, except remember the past.

And spend a few embezzled millions on vanity projects to recapture the same exhilarating feel of adrenaline pumping swiftly through her veins.

Which is, finally, where the real fun begins.

Years ago, Satsuki was a fighter, baring her body in exchange for great power through the intermediary of the same alien life form her mother worshiped. Turning the enemy's weapons against her, feeding the symbiotic life form a small vial's worth of her blood to sate its hunger and be rewarded with heightened power and the fulfillment of an exhibitionist fetish she didn't know she had until the ways of practicing it had been taken off her hands.

The extra-terrestrial robes feeding on her essence and turning her into a super-powered stripper were gone, but not forgotten. And with the buying power of a small nation at her fingertips, Satsuki had everything she needed to use the best minds money could get to build her a facsimile of the real thing. The newest prototype she was now wearing in the solitary comfort of her office.

A tight fit around her bust, tucked underneath the swell of her large breasts, the white fabric flaring out with her hips into a skirt, obscuring a bit more than half of her milky-white thighs. Satsuki looked at herself in the reflection of the large pane windows of her office, three walls enclosing the rest of the open space, giving her a view over the bustling city underneath, where humans toiled like ants as black little dots along the streets. They'd not be able to see her, even with binoculars. The perfect environment to control the test of her faux-Junketsu.

Imperfections, if it had any, were not visible to the naked eye. It was a flawless copy of the original. Just looking like the real thing wasn't enough for Satsuki, of course. Which is why the bright blue band of metal triplets around her left upper arm were functional. It took just three little clicks to bend them into place, injecting tiny needles underneath her skin, sucking blood into the waiting arms of the cloth to satiate the ivory weave with her life.

Against all odds, it worked.

It worked... a little too well.

The threads soaked in red, bloated over her body, and distended. Just seconds after the first drop was siphoned from Satsuki, her new suit exploded off her form, splattering what it took from her along the windows and leaving the raven haired beauty without a shred on her person. The violent display left Satsuki's body in a shudder, muscles flexing while her softer assets bounced and jiggled.

Breasts to rival the size of her head flopped about, stopped by her hands and fingers almost greedily grasping the mounds to halt them. Her rear end, grown and shaped through a suddenly sedentary lifestyle interrupted by rigorous weekly workouts, wobbled erratically. Twin peach shapes smacking together with enough **** to imitate a standing ovation.

Satsuki stumbled back in the fleeting panic, knocking things off her desk and making a ruckus before she caught her temper again. Naked from head to toe, with the only spares she had in her car. Outside. A few hundred stories below her. Whatever excitement suddenly flared up within her was choked by the horrifying prospect of the possible headlines the next day could bring if she was caught. That, in turn, made things exciting once more- what a strange mixture of emotions.

Well, let's see what options she has.