The meeting!

You arrive at Vera’s desk with a smile. She has something waiting for you already. After you get it from her balls, she also has a new outfit.

She helps you into a patterned stretch suit that makes your breasts and belly look like beach balls. Your butt looks like a peach. She snickers.

“Looks like my size is the source of someone’s amusement!”

“It’s kind of hot how accurate it is though, right? Just head down the hall to the first door on your right. Good luck!” She gives you a slap on the butt for encouragement.

You head down the hall to the VP of Marketing’s door. You knock and are invited in.

“Hello I’m Carrie,” she waves from her desk.

“Nice to meet you,” you extend your hand as you reach the desk. She shakes it vigorously. You eye her C cups jiggling.

“Do you like the suit? I thought it would be hilarious,” Carrie asks.

“I mean, it’s suitable for my size, right?” You turn and pose. “I have three beach balls…but what about yours?”

“Peel that peach and we can explore that,” she nods to the large ottoman. You walk over to and bend over the seat and peel down your bottoms. “Oh, you did it?!?”

“You’re the boss, right?” You kick off the bottoms and turn to face her. Her reaction is both obvious and large.

“I’m a little…” Carrie begins.

“You aren’t a little anything,” you interrupt flatly. Her cock is twice as thick as Vera’s.

“…aroused.” Carrie finishes. “I hope you don’t make a habit of interrupting? My orgasms can be longer than you are used to…” She gestures to her cumtanks that could probably help her shoot for several minutes straight.

“No, of course not!”

Carrie pushes you back and you lay back on her desk and you spread your legs by muscle memory like you always do. You moan as you feel her massive cock push at your hole. Your legs reflexively grab her and pull her against you.

“Looks like I’m welcome?” Carrie asks as you help her stretch you. “I don’t believe you reflexively will try to pull even my size inside you. You moan louder as your hips widen to accommodate her girth. “Soon you may have a shelf to rest those titties on.”

“Yes ma’am! Oh!” You feel her pop inside.

“The others don’t let me inside…this is the first time I’m actually inside someone!” She lets you pull her inside fully. You shimmy a little to help yourself adjust.

“Oh gosh…look at how wide my hips are now! The ladies won’t be able to control themselves!”

“I-I-…speaking about control…Vera told you…”

“It’s permanent? I don’t mind! Go ahead! Let loose!”

You watch your beach ball belly rise with each of Carrie’s convulsions. She is really giving it to you, but you don’t interrupt as the pressure builds. You triple in size in just minutes by the time she finishes. Unfortunately, you hear a tear and your belly is bared to her eyes. Your beach ball titties fail to rest beside you on the desk, still wrapped in their costume.

“Oh wow! I really let loose! I ruined your belly! Sorry!” She tries to pull out but your legs are still locked. “Uh…haven’t had enough?” Carrie giggles nervously.

“I thought we were going to have a *long*…*hard*…meeting?”

“Oh? One of those? That’s for the lower floors. We pride ourselves on efficiency in the executive suites. Save your energy for tomorrow.”

You reluctantly let her out and she helps you get to your feet. Your bottoms barely fit over the width of your hips. She sends you on your way with a wave as she refocuses on work.

As you waddle to the elevator, Vera eyes your condition. “Those meetings usually last thirty minutes or less. Looks like you got through it all. Most of the others use the bathroom before they head down,” Vera gestures to a double door that looks more like a freight entrance. “They usually get most of it out. The facilities are made for the job, so don’t worry about clogs.”

“I’m all set,” you pat your belly. “It’s a badge of honor.

*****

You are sitting in your office when Sasha walks in.

“We had a lot to go over,” you pat your belly.

“You look like a whale!”

“Let me tell you about it…”