Back to the basement

She slams the door behind you, and you hurry on over to the elevator. Once inside and going down, you focus on the QEBP in your backpack. The mental nudge tells you that it works even when you're not holding it.

"Bring up roster", you think at it. The image of you in the elevator opens as a small window in the corner of your vision. "Next", you think. The image shifts to Ms Holdenbuch's office. "Yes!", you think, "It works!". You curse at the elevator to go faster. You'll need privacy for the next part.

Holdenbuch goes over and sits in her chair. No creaking, you notice, but you doubt she does. She's still on the phone with someone.

"Yeah, no, it was the fucking janitor again, guy is a complete creep. Jo at HR is on vacation somewhere, but when she comes back that guy is gone. Teach him to be a creepy fucking weirdo. I know, right! Fucking subhuman, don't know where the fuck they get off acting like-"

After hearing that you'll be safe until "Jo" gets back from vacation you start to tune out the conversation. We'll see who's subhuman by the time you're done.

You make it back to the basement. Your "office" is past the mailroom, past the janitors' area, past archives, tucked away at the end of a corridor next to a cleaning supply closet. Truth be told, you're not the only IT Tech in the building, but you are the only one left at this old department. There's a much newer, much more prestigious department higher up that does more or less your job, but only when they feel like it and with certified titles like "Server Configuration Specialist" and "Infrastructure Lead". When someone has forgotten their password or unplugged their computer without noticing, they call you, but the rest of the time you're as invisible to them as you are too the rest of the company.

The upside is you get an entire office to yourself. Well, "office" is a bit grandiose a term for a windowless room with a desk, some chairs, a gigantic pile of unsorted cables and computer peripherals, and an honest to god wall-mounted rotary phone. You think this used to be a bomb shelter.

Since no one ever comes down here, you've been able to make yourself at home though. You have a very comfy lounge chair you snagged from the dumpsters when one of the higher ups wanted to upgrade. You lock the door from the inside and sit down in your chair. You open the backpack and retrieve the QEBP, holding it up in front of you with both hands. The image of Holdenbuch is still in the corner of your vision, but you mentally enlarge it to fill your view, but remain behind the ball. You don't want to miss a single detail of this.

You focus on the ball in your hands, and then on Holdenbuch's fantastic tits. The QEBP starts rippling slightly, growing wider and larger until it's about as wide as a woman's chest. Two bumps begin to appear side by side, quickly expanding and changing color from the QEBP's otherworldly purplish black to a lighter human skin tone. Nipples appear on each bump, raising up while coloring in as a dark brown. Finally they are both jutting out from the QEBP in all their splendor and glory. You are, at this point, rock hard.