Time to make HR the Human Resource

Peter hesitated only a moment, his mind flashing back to the typical HR nightmares—endless paperwork, condescending lectures, the kind of bureaucratic red tape that could strangle any real progress. If he was going to reshape this place into something useful, better to tackle the thorniest spot first, strip away the pettiness and turn them into allies who actually helped instead of hindered. "HR," he said firmly, meeting Elizabeth's shy gaze as they walked down the corridor, her heels clicking softly beside his. "They're the biggest pain in any office—let's deal with them first. Take me there."

Elizabeth's steps faltered slightly, her fingers twisting the edge of her turtleneck again, the fabric pulling taut over her full breasts as she glanced up at him with wide brown eyes behind her glasses. "HR? Are you sure, Peter? I mean, Evelyn's great and all, but the others... they're a bit intense. Maybe start with Sales—they're more laid-back, or even H&D for some easy wins? HR can be, um, a handful." Her cheeks flushed deeper, voice dropping to a nervous whisper as she leaned in closer, her subtle sway drawing his eye to the curve of her hips in those snug jeans.

But Peter shook his head, resolve hardening like steel. "No, Elizabeth—HR first. If they're the gatekeepers, I want them on my side from the jump. Lead the way." His tone left no room for argument, though he softened it with a small smile, appreciating her concern even as excitement thrummed through him—the remote's power a secret thrill in his pocket.

She bit her lip, nodding reluctantly with a soft sigh that made her chest rise and fall noticeably. "Okay, if you're sure... this way." Turning down a side hall, she guided him past more cubicles, the office hum growing as more employees filtered in, until they reached a frosted glass door labeled "Human Resources." Elizabeth knocked lightly, her hand trembling just a touch, before pushing it open.

Inside, the room buzzed with the quiet efficiency of admin work—desks cluttered with forms, a whiteboard scrawled with policy reminders, and a handful of staff typing away or sipping coffee. Greeting them at the threshold was Mia, a petite woman in her late 20s with a sharp bob haircut and a clipboard clutched to her chest, who swung the door wider with a polite, if wary, smile. "Elizabeth? And... you must be the new hire. Come on in—we weren't expecting—"

Peter didn't wait. As Mia stepped aside, ushering them into the open space where the rest of the HR team—five or six others, a mix of stern-faced admins and clipboard-wielding coordinators—looked up curiously, he slipped the remote from his pocket. Fingers flying over the dials, he cranked the target setting to wide-beam multi, locking in transformations designed to defang them: strip away the bureaucratic venom, infuse productivity and genuine helpfulness, make them efficient allies who prioritized support over red tape—eager to streamline processes, approve requests swiftly, and foster a positive, flexible environment. Among other things, he amped up loyalty to him specifically, turning potential obstacles into devoted facilitators.

Aiming through the doorway, he pressed the button, the shimmering beam fanning out in a golden arc that engulfed the entire HR team in one sweeping pulse.

The golden arc of the beam swept through the HR office like a lover's breath, desks trembling as it enveloped the team in its pulsing embrace, papers fluttering and coffee mugs rattling. A mousy admin with tied-back hair clutched her keyboard, the beam wrapping her like silk, her body surging taller in erotic pulses, legs elongating into sculpted lengths that demanded attention. Olive skin deepened to a sun-kissed sheen, her straight locks flowing free in glossy waves, eyes widening to piercing green under thick lashes, lips curving into a bold pink smirk. The conservative top morphed into a low-cut white camisole under a navy blazer, unbuttoned to showcase the generous rise of her breasts, nipples hinting through the thin fabric as her waist cinched and hips flared, the short navy skirt hugging her athletic thighs, a subtle tattoo peeking on her arm as she shifted, exuding a teasing office siren vibe.

Beside her, a stern coordinator with pinned-up curls dropped her pen, the light flooding her in golden heat, her stature expanding in voluptuous swells, silky black strands bursting free to cascade in straight, glossy waves down her back, framing a face of refined beauty—hazel eyes smoldering with sultry intensity, full lips parting in dark red invitation. Tan skin warmed to a golden allure, her blouse vanishing into a plunging gray blazer that draped open, the deep V cradling the dramatic heave of her enormous breasts that bounced softly with the change, the fabric slipping lower over smooth curves, her posture arching as manicured hands smoothed down her sides, every movement a seductive promise.

Across the room, a clipboard-wielding assistant paused mid-note, the beam caressing her like fire, her form refining in elegant surges, blonde strands lengthening into sleek waves that caught the light. Fair skin glowed with vitality, eyes sharpening to a captivating blue, lips curving in subtle nude gloss. Her white shirt dipped low under the navy blazer, pearl necklace nestling in the subtle cleavage of her poised bust, pants shifting to a matching skirt that skimmed toned legs, her entire being exuding sophisticated hunger as she rose, ready to serve.

Last, a no-nonsense reviewer at her station arched back, the light coiling around her in heated waves, her frame stretching upward with tantalizing grace, skin smoothing to a flawless tan glow as hair unfurled into long, dark cascades tumbling over broadening shoulders. High cheekbones flushed, full lips plumping into a crimson pout that parted on a moan, her blouse tightening with buttons straining as breasts swelled generously, fabric dipping low to reveal deep cleavage heaving with each breath, pencil skirt riding up toned thighs in sheer stockings, heels clicking into place as she arched, a grey blazer draping open enticingly, her new form radiating confident allure.

The transformed quartet turned toward Peter, their eyes alight with devoted efficiency, bodies a symphony of professional sensuality as the clipboard-wielding assistant stepped forward first, her voice a velvet welcome. "Peter, darling—welcome to HR. How can we make your day absolutely perfect?"

The clipboard-wielding assistant—now a vision of sleek blonde waves and captivating blue eyes—leaned forward slightly, her navy blazer dipping lower to accentuate the pearl necklace nestled in her subtle cleavage, her voice smooth as a performance review summary.

"I'm Sophia, Peter—your dedicated onboarding specialist. Let me assure you, we'll handle all your entry-level needs with utmost efficiency... and if you need a private session to discuss your personal benefits package, I'm all about flexible scheduling." She traced a finger along her whiteboard marker, eyes locking on his with a wink, her toned legs shifting in the short skirt as if inviting a closer inspection.

Next to her, the transformed mousy admin smoothed her glossy waves, piercing green eyes sparkling as she adjusted her unbuttoned navy blazer, the white camisole beneath hinting at her generous bust.

"Call me Isabella, darling—I'm the compliance coordinator here. I'll make sure everything's up to code... including any hands-on audits you might require. Think of me as your go-to for risk management—I'll mitigate any tensions, starting with yours." She bit her pink lip, her athletic thighs flexing subtly under the short navy skirt, a subtle tattoo peeking like a forbidden HR policy.

The stern coordinator, her silky black strands cascading freely, stepped up with a sultry arch of her back, the grey blazer plunging to frame her enormous breasts that rose with each breath.

"I'm Gabriella, Peter—your talent acquisition expert. We're all about filling positions here... and I'd love to help you explore any openings that catch your eye. Let's schedule a one-on-one to review your growth potential—I'll make it mutually beneficial." Her hazel eyes were intense, dark red lips curving as she smoothed a hand down her side, the fabric whispering over her curves like a confidential memo.

Finally, the no-nonsense reviewer rose from her station, long dark cascades tumbling over her shoulders as she sauntered closer, her grey blazer draping open to reveal the straining blouse and deep cleavage heaving invitingly.

"And I'm Natalia, the performance evaluator—ready to assess every asset you bring to the table, Peter. We'll streamline your workflow, approve all your requests on the spot... especially if they involve some team-building exercises. How about a quick debrief to boost your morale?" She crossed her toned legs in sheer stockings, crimson pout parting on a soft exhale, her entire form radiating an eagerness to facilitate his every whim.

Stepping forward timidly from the doorway, aGain Elizabeth's cheeks were flushing a deeper pink as fingers adjusted her glasses, brown eyes wide with a mix of astonishment and delight as she pulled Peter out of the doorway. "Wow, I... I'm rather surprised," the voice bubbled with amazed happiness, a shy smile breaking across the face like sunlight piercing clouds. "They've really taken a liking to you, Peter—I've never seen the team warm up this fast, Elizabeth added, her tone light and genuine. Now there is just H&D and Sales left to go."