You remembered you have a report to type!

You looked at the time plastered on Zoe's stomach, from your enlarged phone's display. Almost noon! You almost forgot about your work duties.

"I'm, gosh, I'm so sorry Zoe, but I forgot about my report writeup." You scrambled to your bag, as Zoe came to a stop in all her motions, seemingly by opening up a seam on her back so she didn't fully encase the phone anymore. It was a relief that you weren't truly forcing Zoe to do anything, she is able to stop whenever she had enough. She stepped over to you, and put a hand on your shoulder. "Oh, no problem, why don't you write it up here? I'm not hurting for office space, and I'd still like to keep momentum rolling, if that's okay with you."

You glanced around, not seeing any work terminals that would make sense to use. Nothing that looked like you'd have access to log in through, at least. "My computer's downstairs though, and I don't have the laptop with me. I can't really write it on the phone, the screen's too small and I'd want to use a keyboard."

Zoe seemed eager to solve this problem for you, as she hurried over to one of the cabinets along the wall, searching through it. "If you recall, your phone's screen is an excellent size when I'm your display! We just need a little extra upgrading... hmm." Chloe reaches in, grabbing a keyboard and some cable adapters. She thought for a moment, pondering what the best way was to make herself into a living workstation for you to use, as you blushed red at the implication. Zoe really wanted to be an accessory for you, she was going out of her way to do it! Finally, she seems to have a flash of brilliance, tugging off her tank top completely so you could see her generous breasts, before she opens up a bit of her body in the front. She slides the keyboard into her body, cables and all, and closes right up, before she strolled back to you, turning her back to you.

The next part was strange, of course, but it was the endearing, delightful Zoe sort of strange that you were rapidly getting used to. She arched her back, quite literally bending over backwards for you--her hollow body seemed to certainly afford her a lot of flexibility. She gave you a light shove so you would tumble back onto the couch, before she nestled her head in your lap, arms propping her up just a little bit, legs bent so her stomach was exposed to you. It took a moment for your phone to recalibrate the screen, since Zoe was essentially upside down, but you could read it just fine in this strange laptop configuration.

But it was the breasts that made your face flush. All along the underside of her breasts were the keys, split half and half on each globe, in what must have been the most ergonomic keyboard ever invented. "Be my guest," Zoe said, grinning up at you, reveling in her creativity.

It took you a moment to comply, after all you were putting hands on one of the senior scientists of Hideki Labs, one you've only known closely for a very short time. But you rested your hands on her breasts, lightly, and tried to navigate your phone. You still used her stomach like a touchscreen, but then you could type away at your report, lightly tapping Zoe's skin for each keystroke.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You asked, looking down after you wrote about a paragraph into your report, while Zoe seemed to almost be purring at the attention. "It feels like I've only been using you as an object..."

"Emily, if it weren't okay, I wouldn't have suggested any of this. Although, I do really appreciate your concern, my previous hosts never asked about how I felt...although, I never did anything as remotely unusual for them! But if it were possible to fit your car in me, I'd let you drive me around however you'd like." Zoe's head smiled up at you from her lap. She didn't seem to find any of this uncomfortable.

You coughed, caught off-guard by Zoe's phrasing, your face still beet red. That was an idea worth revisiting in the future... but for now, you had to focus. You continued to type, and then not long in, you realized that Zoe was sort of like your interactive report-writing assistant.

"Trial seventeen really didn't show any signs of improvement? Did you check the pH levels of the solution?" Seems Zoe was all-business as well, able to read the screen from her perspective and offer her opinions.

"Three times, in three different samples. Yield was still only about seventy-five percent and the solutions all came back with lower pH," you said, calmly. Something about talking about work while using Zoe as your laptop made the awkwardness fade away. Maybe this would be how you should write all your reports from now on...

"Hmm, disappointing, but it's consistent with previous trials when the solution tended slightly acidic."

With Zoe's help, in half the time you'd normally have taken to write your report, it was complete and sent to your manager. You rested your hands on Zoe's breasts, forgetting for a moment that they were anything but the most comfortable keyboard you'd ever used, and looked down at her head.

Zoe just grinned up at you. "Trust me, I love being all these items for you, and I want to keep trying these sorts of things as much as possible. But if it's all the same to you, I think I've got a few ideas of things we should try together. Since you're already so familiar with my breasts, why not take them for a spin yourself?"