Break 5 Part 2

Camille woke up and immediately looked down. She expected to see balloon sized boobs fill her vision and soaked sheets.

Surprisingly her breasts seemed rather normal. Yeah she had leaked through her shirt, but just a little bit. Two little wet spots. That's all.

She sat up and stared at them. Wasn't she supposed to make a lot of milk? She cupped herself and lifted them a little. Were they heavier? Maybe, and maybe just a bit bigger now that she has a better look. Maybe a cup size at most.

What was going on? If she didn't 'refill' so to speak overnight that meant....

Oh God. She was going to make so much milk while she's awake.

She groaned and laid back down in bed.

Eventually though she **** herself to get up and get ready. By the time she was ready to head out the door she'd used her pump three times and soaked through two different tops. This transformation really was inconvenient.

The invisible threads on the other hand...it was a little uncomfortable, the feeling like a corset was pressing into her, but the results...she'd never imagined herself looking so thin and despite the lack of bra her tits sat high and proud on her chest. Combined with today's long silky red hair and she felt rather good about herself.

If only she could have 'taken care of business' before heading out. It wasn't even 8am and she was already pretty ****. Daria staying over at Miles's place wasn't working for her. She needed a roommate, desperately.

Her commute to work was uneventful, but the moment she walked inside...

"Morning Madame Rousseau!" Cindy said in a bubbly voice.

Camille's body acted on its own, closing the gap between them and latching onto Cindy's lips. Their kiss was heavy and passionate and lasted way more than 30 seconds. Camille finally **** herself to pull back, "G-good morning Cindy."

"Wow, what a welcome!" Cindy said, apparently unbothered by the kiss, "By the way there's someone in your office waiting for you."

"Oh, who?" Camille asked.

Cindy winked, "A surprise."

Camille nodded hesitantly and then made her way to her office. She opened the door and once again her compulsion took over and she launched herself at the waiting person.

Her makeout with Cindy had lasted longer than the compulsion, but this time it was a whole other level. Camille found her tits being mauled as they made out, then suddenly her shirt was pulled up and a mouth replaced her hands on her tits.

"Mmmm...."

"Um...Maggie?" Camille asked as Maggie greedily drank her milk.

Maggie finally pulled away, "Oh sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You taste so good! But uh...how exactly did this happen?"

"Would you believe me if I said magic?" Camille asked.

Maggie stared at Camille's tits, then nodded, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really? Well, um, ok. Uh...why are you here?"

"Oh, I asked my uncle for a job. Specifically this one. Guess what? I'm your new intern!"

"Wait, really?"

"Yep! So teach me everything you know! I'm here to learn as much from you as I can...and also...let's have sex again!"

Camille hesitated, "Well..."

"Oh please, my uncle adores you. He'd never fire you. But just in case you are worried..." Maggie walked over and locked the office door. Then she picked up her purse and pulled out a piece of leather with a round red ball going through it, "I'm going to gag you."

"You're going to what?" Camille asked, totally shocked.

"Gag you. That way you won't make too much noise. Then I'm going to eat you out until you can't take it anymore. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your pussy since I first tasted you. Please, I need this!"

Camille looked at the gag in her hand, "Well..." She was extremely horny herself, she needed it to. Just...a gag? Really? "Fine, without the gag."

Maggie shook her head, "The gag is non-negotiable," She licked her lips, "Also I'm going to need more of the breast milk later too."

"F-fine. Just do it." Camille said. Maggie strapped the gag in place and then pulled down Camille's skirt without hesitation. Camille felt really awkward about being naked in her office, but her concerns melted away the moment Maggie's tongue touched her slit. Maggie was pretty crazy, but crazy might be exactly what she needed.

---

Miles woke up to his alarm blaring. He groaned and rolled over. He was exhausted. Daria had really rung him out last night. He groaned again. Daria. Fuck. He felt so guilty, like he'd taken advantage of her. He should have done a better job protecting her from the moonlight. He should have resisted better...

He sighed and sat up. No, he couldn't really have helped it, could he? If he'd resisted her they would both be worse off. And the moonlight? How was he supposed to know she'd come into his room like that. It was just an unfortunate accident, that's all.

Still, he felt really awkward about seeing her again. He knew she never wanted to get physical with him. The morning blowjobs weren't her choice, she just had to do them.

He shook his head, he couldn't avoid her forever. He took a quick trip to the bathroom and then headed into the kitchen.

"Miles?" She called from her bedroom, "Are you...can I come out?"

"Yes." He called back, ready for her morning routine.

She opened her door and stepped out. Mile's eyes went wide. It wasn't like last night. In fact her outfit looked rather normal. Leggings and a turtleneck sweater. It was her accessories that drew the eye. Namely a thick steel collar around her neck. It couldn't be mistaken for anything except a **** collar.

She locked eyes on him, then dropped her gaze and hurried over. In seconds she had his pyjamas down and his cock in her mouth. She worked quickly and despite the number of times he'd gotten off last night he came quickly in her mouth.

She stood up and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, "Um...thanks. About last night..."

"I'm sorry." Miles said immediately.

She shook her head, "No. I shouldn't have gone into your room. Thank you, for looking out for me."

"Well...ok." Miles said. He pointed at her collar, "Need help?"

"No. I'm going to leave it on. When I got dressed this morning my leggings and sweater didn't change, but my necklace became this. I figure if I take it off then it won't be restrictive enough and something else will change. The collar looks strange, but I'll fit in a work no problem. Um, I should go. I've gotta get to work."

"Right, me too." Daria left in a hurry and Miles had to rush to get himself to work on time.

He was a little worried as he walked into work. What exactly would be the effects of 'slutting up the staff'?

As he made his way to his desk he noticed the skirts might be a little shorter, the shirts a little tighter, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Everything seemed fine.

He checked his email and saw a note from his boss requesting he see her as soon as he's in. He sighed and got right back up to make his way over.

He knocked on the door. Don't call her boss bitch, don't call her boss bitch...he said to himself as he called out, "Hey B-Boss! It's me."

"Come in." She called.

He entered and immediately froze. What on earth was she wearing?

"Shut the door behind you." She said.

Miles complied slowly, "Um Boss..."

"Miles, frankly, your performance lately has been rather terrible. You seem distracted all the time."

"Well-"

She cut him off, "Not only that but there's a rumor you were masturbating in the bathroom stall."

"No, but-"

"And I've received reports that you had a visible erection during meetings."

"I can ex-"

"Ashley told me she thinks you had the largest cock they've ever seen."

"Huh?" That took a turn.

"I know your good at your job, but you are clearly too horny to focus. I have the perfect solution. You're going to fuck me with that huge cock of yours. If you can satisfy me, we can make it a repeat thing. Whenever you are getting distracted you come see me and we'll take care of your problem. You you can get back to earning this company money."

Miles gulped. His boss wanted to have sex with him...repeatedly? Actually...that wasn't a bad deal. It had been hard trying to make it all day without getting off. This really was a win-win.

"Ok, yes." He said.

She smirked, then stood up and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it down and stepped out of it. She hadn't been wearing any panties. She spread her legs and slowly ran a hand between her thighs, "But as I rule I ALWAYS cum first. So before we get started, eat me out."

He couldn't refuse. In seconds he was on his knees in front of her, hands on her thighs, working his tongue around her clit. She pulled his hand and moaned, "Oh, yes, right there!"

She was vocal, far more vocal than even Daria had been last night under the effects of were-woman, and Miles was a little worried about getting caught, but he couldn't exactly stop. When she came it was obvious, not only to Miles but probably the entire floor.

She pulled him to his feet and pulled down his pants. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock, "Well...impressive size. Don't disappoint me." She turned around and put her hands on her desk.

Miles was so turned on he didn't hesitate. He plunged into her and started thrusting his abandon.

"Yes...yes...oh my God you're huge! Fuck, I'm going to cum again...oh...oh..." She was even more vocal this time and Miles did his best to please. He held on for as long as he could but eventually he came inside her, but it seemed like she made it just in time as she screamed a name loudly.

He pulled out of her and stood back, exhausted.

Eventually she turned around and smiled at him, "Ok. You pass. That..." She said, pointing at his cock, "That is job security right there. Just wait till I tell Ashley...oh, one more thing before you go. I need the Kleinberg report done by the end of the week. Don't forget."

Miles pulled up his pants and nodded, "Got it." He waited for her to get dressed before opening the door, but for whatever reason she stayed bottomless and went back to her chair. Miles shrugged and left. Slutting up the staff? That was a little more than he'd expected.

---

Andrea knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you done changing yet?"

"Yes...oooh...but...I can't wear this."

"Yes you can. Now get out here." Andrea heard the door unlock and watched as it slowly swung open. She felt her heart race and her pussy tingle as she stared at her friend, "Wow. Fucking gorgeous."

Sapphire shook her head, "I can't go out in public like this. Please let me wear something else!"

"Nope. Can't do it. Every time I try to think of something, it just comes back to this outfit. Oh, wait. YOu need one more thing. Hold this." Andrea handed her the object that was in her hand.

Sapphire took it and looked at it, "But..."

"Can I take your picture?" Andrea asked.

"Yes...oooh!" Sapphire moaned.

"Opps, sorry." Andrea took the picture anyway. Sapphire looked so good in that maid uniform.

Sapphire set the duster down, "I...I should get going."

"Nah, there's no rush." Andrea asked.

"S-school work." Sapphire said.

"Oh fine. Do you want me to-nevermind. Shit. Sorry. Uh. Can. Nope. I am going to escort you home to help fend off creeps."

Sapphire shook her head, "I'll be ok. I can't have you there all the time right? And don't ask me if I'm sure."

"Er, fine. Ok. You win."

"Ok, bye." Sapphire waved and headed out.

Andrea bit her lip as she watched her go. She really had 'rug munching on the mind'. She desperately wanted to ask Sapphire, but she knew Sapphire wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Now that Sapphire was gone Andrea had two problems she needed to address.

She needed to eat pussy.

She need to suck cock.

Either order is fine, but she really wanted both.

She wasn't actually schedule for any shifts today, so she wouldn't be working at the gloryhole. That left her on her own to find a man. She wondered if she could pop in and see Miles on his lunch? And maybe Camille on hers?

Or maybe she shouldn't rely so much on her friends. She was hot, she could pick some people up, right?

She grabbed her housecoat and marched to her door. She was naked, of course, so she stepped into the hall and put it on over her shoulders and held it closed. She walked down the hall and knocked on a neighbours door.

It opened slowly, "H-hello?" The voice said.

"Hi! I'm your neighbour, Andrea! I saw you bringing in groceries the other day. Are you single by any chance?" She'd noticed him cause he was hot. Unfortunately probably too hot to be single.

"Uh...no?" The man said, rather confused.

"Babe who's there?" A female voice said from inside the apartment.

"A neighbour." He said, opening the door wider. Presumably he didn't want to get accused of anything.

"Oh, sorry to bother you then." Andrea said, turning to leave.

"Can we help you?" The girlfriend showed up before Andrea could leave.

Andrea looked her up and down. If the man was a 9, she was a 10. What a couple! She bit her lip, should she just go for it?

Why not?

"Actually I'm pretty ****. I LOVE giving head so I was seeing if he was single, but since he's taken how about I go down on you both?"

"What?" The man said, "No. Sorry Penny, I really don't-"

Penny stopped him with a hand on his chest, "What are you wearing under that housecoat? Let's see."

She sounded intrigued rather than angry so with a shrug Andrea dropped the coat entirely.

Penny looked her up and down, then looked at the man, "Well, she is hot. And those cuffs? Total sub. What do you think?"

"W-what? I...I would never cheat on you."

"It's not cheating if we're both there. Come inside, what's your name?"

"Andrea."

"Welcome Andrea. This is Marvin. I'm Penny. I think we're going to be good friends." She grabbed the chain between Andrea's cuffs and pulled her inside. Still holding the chain she looked around, until she saw what she wanted. She pulled Andrea over the to wall, "Kneel." She ordered. Andrea obeyed and then Penny lifted the cuffs and hooked them to something on the wall, forcing her hands above her head.

Then she pulled down Marvin's pants and started stroking his cock in her face, "W-wow..." Marvin mumble.

"Go ahead, show us what you got." Penny said, urging Marvin forward.

Andrea leaned forward as far as she could to take Marvin in her mouth. She only bobbed up and down a few times before he came unexpectedly, flooding her mouth and causing a bunch to dripple down her chin. She reflexively tried to wipe her face, but the cuffs stopped her.

"Wow Marvin, you were pretty excited." Penny said. She grabbed the cuffs and helped Andrea to her feet. Then she kissed Andrea, pressing her against the wall. She whispered into Andrea's ear, "Let's put on a show for him. Don't talk."

Unable to disobey that command, Andrea played along. Not that she wouldn't have anyway. Andrea eagerly played with Penny, dancing and making out with her. She was so into things she didn't even notice when Penny started to remove her wrist cuff. It wasn't held on by a padlock after all, just a buckle. And once it was off...

By the time Andrea made it back to her apartment, later that afternoon, she'd more than satisfied all her desires. The couple had used her like their own personal sex toy for hours, passing her back and forth, fucking and sucking on end. Not that she wasn't well satisfied either. In the end she only had one complaint...they'd never given her permission to talk again!

---

Daria couldn't believe how...lewd...she'd been. She'd begged, literally begged, one of her best friends to f...f...fuck her. Even now, sitting at her desk the next day, she cringed as she remembered it.

The worst part of it all? She loved it.

She'd always thought any kind of intimacy was reserved for deep emotional relationships. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but she didn't even hold hands in the first month, let alone do anything sexual.

Her whole 'breakfast in bed' had **** her to get really intimate, really quickly with her friends. She'd maybe enjoyed it a little more than she'd expected, but it was also quick and felt very transactional. She wasn't being a slut, she was just fulfilling a magical contract.

Last night...it was different. Again she wasn't fully in control, but it was a different kind of compulsion. Breakfast in bed just took over her body and **** her to get that person off. Were-woman had just made her horny. Very, very horny. The begging, ordering Miles to do THAT to her. That was all her. It's not that she thinks she should have been strong enough to resist, it's that she realized at her core she didn't want to.

She found herself daydreaming about Miles. About that massive thing between his legs. He'd refused all her attempts at vaginal sex, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like. She bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, it would be so...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Daria jumped and looked up, "Um yes?"

Her door opened and one of the girls from the front desk was there, "Hi Ms. Almasi...wow nice collar. Is that from this month's issue?"

Daria absentmindedly fingered the thick steel around her neck, "N-no. Maybe next."

"It's gorgeous. Er, um anyway. Sorry, your lunch appointment is here."

"Oh, thanks. I'll be right there."

Daria stood up and straightened her clothes. She had to look somewhat respectable for her friend. She left her office and headed to the front, "Sapphire, thanks for coming. You look great."

Sapphire blushed and looked down at the floor. She shook her head, "N-no. This is way too much! I'm so embarrassed."

Daria smiled and said nothing. From the colour of Sapphire's lips 'embarrassed' wasn't the word she would have used. "It'll be fine, at least you aren't wearing a **** collar. Come on, let's go."

Daria had made an appointment at a shop within walking distance. She was nervous. She wanted this, the game made it so, but it was still a pretty radical change. Which, of course, is why Sapphire was here with her.

"Hi, can I help you?" They were greeted as they entered.

"Yes...oh!" Sapphire said.

"Hi, Daria Almasi. I have an appointment with Kacey." Daria took over.

Before the receptionist could reply a woman came out of the back, "Hi! Daria, I'm Kacey!" She shook Daria's hand and invited the two of them back to discuss.

"So, tell me about the tattoo. You said you wanted something on your back?"

Sapphire bit her lip, thankfully the question hadn't been directed at her.

Daria nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! My back. I NEED a tattoo on my back."

"Wow," Kacey chuckled, "I love the excitement. So back, have you thought about placement? What kind of design?"

Daria gulped and looked at Sapphire. This was a decision that needed her help. They'd talked about it, but she still needed Sapphire to make the final call.

"Upper back, two small black wings. Very gothic." Sapphire answered.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief, that was good. Very good.

"Amazing, well I can sketch something out and we can book a follow up or-"

Daria shook her head and looked at Sapphire desperately.

"Now. She wants you to start now." Sapphire said, guessing her meaning.

"Oh...really? Um...yeah. Ok. Let's look at some examples..."

Daria, or rather Sapphire, picked one and then she was off. Sapphire stayed for moral support. It hurt, but the magic compulsion made it all feel worth it.

---

Sapphire collapsed onto her bed. What a day! Since her gender swap she'd experienced lots of male attention. It got worse after her new boobs, but the outfit made that seem like nothing. Even worse were all the guys being 'helpful'. Since she couldn't turn them down she had to let strangers carrying her bag for blocks or wait awkwardly as they opened the door for her. It was so annoying.

Worst of all though, was the burning need between her legs. This whole thing, this whole game, it was inherently sexual in nature. She hadn't once touched herself in that way, it still felt too alien to her. And yet the need, the need just kept growing.

Yes...yes...yes...yes...

Shot after shot of arousal. She was ****.

She stripped out of her maid costume, not caring that she wouldn't be able to put it back on. She tore open her bag and pulled out the vibrator she'd 'earned' by flashing last night. She ripped the box open and tested it. The battery came charged and it hummed away in her hand.

She gulped.

Sapphire laid down on her bed and felt the uncomfortable shift as her huge boobs settled into place. She closed her eyes and spread her legs just slightly. Here goes...she thought.

She turned it on and slowly brought it down. She rested it on her pubic mound, feeling the vibrations on her skin. She took a deep breath and eased it lower, lower, pushing it into her vulva and...oh....OH....OH...

It was amazing. Totally different from male sensations. Softer, but...deeper...if that makes any sense. She held it tight and found her other hand wandering her own body. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. Her breasts...she groped herself. Why did it feel so good?

She moaned and found herself bucking her hips into her hand. She was close, she knew it. Just a little more and...

OH MY GOD!

The most wonderful sensation overwhelmed her. So much stronger and longer than a man's orgasm, how did women ever get anything done?

No sooner had her first orgasm ever finished did she toss the vibrator and try her hand instead. She'd done this to other women before, well, when she was a man, but this was so much more intense. Feeling the results of her actions instead of just judging by her partner's response. She was so sensitive after the first orgasm but she couldn't, or wouldn't stop.

Hours went by, until finally her phone rang loudly, jolting her back to reality. She glanced over and realized it was an alarm she'd set. She had to get ready to go to Leila's.

Shoot. How would she get dressed?

---

Princess was sitting at her desk when there was a knock on her door. She looked up and saw Gina, a work friend, "Princess...what on Earth are you wearing?"

Princess immediately stood up and looked down at herself. She was wearing a fitted suit. Was there a problem? She glanced at Gina, "Um, like, what are YOU wearing? Did you forget a bra?"

Gina's nipples were on full display through her white top. Not just the size, but even the colour of her areola was visible.

Gina laughed, "What? I'm fine. I just wanted to know why you were dressed like a prude. I swear you are the only woman in the whole building wearing pants. You...you're wearing a bra too, aren't you? Come on Princess, #freethenipple!"

Oh God. Miles. Slutting up the staff. It wasn't just his immediate coworkers. Fuck. Her boss. Her asshole boss. What was going to happen to him?

"Anyway that's not why I'm here. Did you hear the news? Surprise visit from the CEO."

"Like, how is it a surprise if we know about it ahead of time?"

Gina shrugged, "That's just how things work, you know. Just wanted to give you a heads up, you might want to change your outfit. Show some cleavage or something."

"Like, I'm good. Thanks." Princess said.

Gina's information was correct. Soon after she was summoned to her boss's office and when she got there he was nowhere to be found. Instead a rather attractive older woman with stark white hair was sitting at his desk.

"Hello, Ms. Cumslut is it?" She asked. As expected of a female CEO she had a powerful presence...but the effect was somewhat diminished by her attire. On a 20 year old that dress would have been called slutty, on a 60 year old...well Princess wouldn't have gone for that look anyway.

She nodded, "Like, yeah."

"Harriet, I'm the CEO of this company. I'm just doing the rounds, trying to get a feel of how things are on the ground. I'm just going over your last performance evaluation...lots of great things in here...yes...you must be one smart slut."

Princess cringed, but didn't disagree with her. Even if she COULD disagree with women, nobody would accept that she was being harassed, "Yes ma'am. I'm like, totally smart."

"Too bad you dress like a nun. Lose the jacket."

"....Yes..." She took off her blazer.

She stared at her. Princess remembered that her sexual harassment punishment was supposed to increase based on their authority. Who had more authority than her?

"It's not enough. Take it off. All of it." Harriet demanded.

"But-"

"Do you want to be fired? Take it off."

Princess nodded and slowly stripped for her. It was a surreal experience for her. Harriet showed not even a shred of interest in her body. She stared at her very clinical, or like she was livestock. When she was finally naked she tried covered her tits with her hands.

She shook her head, "Don't hide. Let me see you." She stood up and walked around the desk. She did a slow loop around Princess, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her butt. Then she spanked it softly, "You have a nice ass."

"Like, thank you ma'am."

Harriet stopped in front of Princess and looked straight in her eyes, "Cumslut...You know I've never met someone with that surname before. Makes me think you changed it to that because you are one. That why you've locked your pussy away? Really, wearing bondage at work..."

"It's..."

"I don't care," Harriet said. She leaned back against the desk, "I've wasted enough time with you. Get out."

The abrupt dismissal was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Princess bent down to pick up her clothes but Harriet's heel stomped on the pile first, "No. Leave them."

"But...but I'm naked." Princess said.

"And?"

"I can't go to work naked."

Harriet bent down and picked up her clothes. She sorted through and picked up her skirt. She clicked her tongue and looked around the desk. She found a pair of scissors and started cutting the skirt. Then she found her blouse and cut each and every button off it. Finally she tossed the two items to Princess.

"There you go sugartits. Now get out."

Princess pulled the skirt on. It was so short her chastity belt would be visible if she bent over at all. Then she shirt, with no buttons she just held it closed as she rushed out of there.

She made it back to her office in one piece, where she'd had the foresight to keep a change of clothes, just in case. She groaned. At least they didn't have a male CEO.

She sent Miles a text. No context, just 'This is all your fault.'

He replied almost immediately, 'Yeah. Probably.'

She smirked to herself. How very Miles. 'I had to strip for our CEO today.'

'Really? Send pic.'

Princess rolled her eyes. Then she had a cheeky thought and decided to send a photo of her cleavage. Let him stew on that for a bit. She licked her lips, but maybe not for too long. She should have him come over early for a little fun before the others show up.