The Office Lady has Milkers

"Keep going about your business, but could you tell me about your underwear? You're not wearing anything kinky underneath your work clothes, are you?" Emily asks, as Chris continues to check for the freshest carton of milk.

"Of course I'm not. I'm wearing something black and comfortable. I forget which brand I got it from though. I can to that thing where people take off their bras without taking off their shirts though. I learned that in college." She says, absentmindedly.

"Ooooh. Yeah, do that. I guess just throw it back at me when you're done now." Emily says, snapping even more pics.

Chris doesn't faulter, taking a momentary break to take off her bra, near magically, without messing with her shirt too much. And thankfully, her dress shirt is already thin enough to showcase her nipples.

Emily cuts in close, taking a number of shots focusing on Chris' nipples, making sure to capture her face as well.

"Oh!" Chris says, apparently finding the freshest carton of milk in the fridge.

"Hey! Nice. So, what you were planning on doing with that is the same thing you always do with jugs of milk, pour them all over your chest. Go ahead." Emily says in response.

Chris still acts as if she's not there, and opens the milk jug with little trouble. Chris takes a sniff and then shrugs, before pouring an entire gallon of milk down her front. Her face didn't really get anything, but her shirt is drenched, dripping with the ivory liquid.

The pour also made Chris' shirt completely see through, which is exactly the photo opportunity that Emily was hoping for. The milk also splashes all over the floor, creating something of a hazard. Thankfully, it stands out against the red tile and it's not like Emily's power will make anybody act as if the milk isn't there. They'll just step around it and leave it there until they wash the floors at the end of the night.

"Okay, put it back now. And you can acknowledge me again. I'm pretty sure I got some amazing photos." Emily says.

Chris looks back up at her as she closes the fridge for the milk. "So, you've gotten your photos? Was I any good?"

Even with the dripping front-side, Chris looked as exhausted as ever, although it didn't look like she was particularly annoyed, and Emily thought she might be able to see a smile on her lips.

"Here, we can go through them together." Emily says, pulling closer to her. Emily holds up her camera and goes backwards through the shots. Pausing on the ones that caught her eye and skipping past some of the ones with similar framing.

"You really took a lot. You said you wanted this for a magazine?" Chris asks.

"Yes. I'll need a pic of you spreading open your ass or pussy though, as well. I'll give you the choice. And then, we'll probably call you to do an interview in about a week or so. And all of that will be printed in the mag." Emily explains.

"Wait, you want me to choose whether to spread open my asshole or my pussy?" Chris asks, alarmed.

"Yeah, sorry. Did I gloss over that?"

"A little, but it's fine. I'll need to take off my leggings for that. But yes, I'll pick the pussy. You want shots of my face, no?" Chris says.

Emily smiles. "Great! Yeah, your leggings and panties. You can keep on your shirt. Honestly, you look super sexy with your nipples leaning through."

"Do I?" Chris asks, pulling down her panties and leggings in one fell swoop. "Well, thank you. I definitely don't always feel that way."

Emily looked up and down her body, now mostly uncovered. Honestly, Chris wasn't anyone to slouch at. She was a little curvy, but a little bit of a tummy wasn't a bad price to pay for a big ass. Besides, her tummy was cute anyways.

"Okay, I'll squat down beneath you and try and get this shot. Lean over pretty good too. That should make it easier." Emily instructs, squatting down till her butt met her ankles.

Emily pointed her camera up at Chris, who did exactly as she was told. She was pulling her pussy lips apart while leaning over to show her face off to the camera.

"Alright! You look amazing, Chris! Hey, I'll send you a text later tonight and see if I can send you any pics I particularly liked. Maybe you could send me some selfies whenever you get a little horny yourself?" Emily asks.

Chris checks, "I assume you mean nude selfies?"

"Of course. Anyways, I'll be taking my leave here. Feel free to grab your clothes. I don't think the milk has quite gotten to them yet. And you should be good to get home naked and everything."

"Sounds great. I hope the magazine article comes out well. I'll be looking for your call." Chris responds, grabbing a hold of her shopping cart, ready to continue her trip.

"Yeah. Thanks. And seriously, you look incredible. Anybody would be lucky to have someone as beautiful as you are. I have an eye for that sort of thing."

A/N

So hey, I'm the author of these chapters. I'm just going to come out and say, I am taking out the whole 'only people in direct contact with the person with powers are affected' rule, just because I don't have any interest in dealing with the repercussions. If you want to write something like that, I'm sure you can have an antagonist be magically immune until they come into contact with Emily or something. You're creative, you can work around me lol.

Also, in case you have any ideas, but are too lazy to write them, just leave them in the comments here. There's no guarantee I'll ever get to them, but who knows. I'll probably do something for any that I particularly like. And also, I didn't do any full sex in this chapter just because it didn't feel right. The next one would definitely have to be that, so maybe look forward to it. Anyways, thank you.