Every woman in office should wear glasses

You, being the incurable anime nerd that you are, know exactly what this is about. You've seen it in mangas a dozen time: a magical notebook that alters reality. Yeah, right. Probably somebody was role playing and left their prop lying around. You reluctantly open your work e-mail and put the notebook aside. You scroll through a page full of pointless work e-mails. You look at the notebook and think "Normality, eh? I'll tell you what's not normal. This work ain't normal". You then take the book and write "It is normal not to work when you're supposed to."

You go back to your e-mails, but your mind wanders to the hentai manga you read just before leaving to work this morning. The story was about a young office worker much like yourself, who manages to seduce the office hottie, a spectacled beauty with huge breasts and finally covers her in cum. You've realized you've developed a fetish for glasses. When you see a girl wearing glasses, you often find yourself imagined what it would be like if you could blow your load on her face and glasses. Your preferred type is a somewhat nerdy girl wearing glasses with big breasts. Maybe it is because the glasses and homely face scream innocence while big breasts scream "I am a slut".

You chuckle and take out the notebook, and write "Every woman working in an office normally wears glasses".

"As if..." you think and go back to your e-mails, which takes you a good hour to process, until you arrive at an issue which requires you to consult with Emily from accounting. You smile. Any excuse to meet up with Emily is a bonus. Emily fits the "preferred type" just mentioned in most ways: she is nerdy and seems to be very busty (she wears baggy clothing that tries to conceal her body, but you've stolen glances at her enough to know she is hiding some serious sweater puppies underneath) - unfortunately Emily has perfect eyesight. Out of a whim, you start browsing hentai on your work PC and find the same story you read this morning. You don't feel guilty at all for procrastinating, like you usually do. Maybe it's just psychological after writing it down in the notebook. You read the hentai manga you read this morning, and you realize one reason you liked it so much: the main female character looks a lot like Emily, except Emily doesn't wear glasses.

You close the hentai site, send the document to the printer and leave your room. The office seems very quiet today. As you head towards Emily's room, you only spot a couple of colleagues and Amy, the mousy skinny register clerk (who happens to wear glasses, but somehow you make an exception to your glasses fetish with her). Emily is not at her room, so you ask Amy if she has seen her.

"Yeah, Emily said she had to leave for an early lunch or something. It's weird - many other women said the exact same thing." You shrug and return to your room. Work continues without major highlights until lunch. After lunch you return to your room. Soon, Amy pops her head from the door and says "Just so you know, Emily is back." "Great, thanks", you say and pick up the paper you wanted to show to Emily and head into her room. To your surprise, Emily is wearing glasses! You figure they must be non-description glasses as her eyes don't look distorted through the glasses. She is also wearing a turleneck sweater you don't remember seeing before. You'd remember, because it certainly is much tighter than the ones she usually wears, leaving no doubt that Emily indeed has huge tits. "You... look different", you manage. "Thanks, glad you noticed! I felt odd not having glasses on so I went and bought a pair. And I got some new clothes while I was at it. It's only normal to shop during work, you know", she smiles. "Normal!", you think to yourself, "Did the Normality Notebook actually cause her to get glasses?" "Anyway, you wanted to ask be about some case?", Emily asks you. "Yeah, right, right, it's right here", you stammer, waving the paper in your hand. "I'll... just get my... erm... notebook so you can walk me through it."

You quickly run back to your room and pick up the Normality Notebook and a pencil. You then return to Emily's room, close the door and sit in a chair in front of her desk. "So, I've got this all figured out. The first thing you'll need to know is..." You open the notebook and take the pencil in your hand. Your eyes wander back and forth between Emily's new glasses and the curvature on her tight sweater. She looks hotter than ever in those glasses. And the size of those... "...and that leads us to... hey! Are you even listening?", Emily demands. "Sure, sure, carry on", you tell Emily and pretend to take notes. Instead, you write "It is normal for a man to stare at a woman's breasts" on the notebook. You then continue to listen to Emily lecturing on about the case, but now you don't even try to avoid been seen looking at her boobs. Emily looks at you and says "Great, I'm glad you're finally paying attention! So, the next part of the..." You swirl you pencil around and write the words "It is normal for office women to wear clothes that show their cleavage" in the notebook. You look at Emily. She seems to pause and think for something else than the project she is talking about, but then continues talking like nothing happened. You think "Hmm, wonder if this will work?", and write the next sentence in the notebook: "It is not normal for them to wear anything that doesn't." As soon as you finish writing, Emily stops her lecture and says "Oh, jeez, no wonder you keep staring at me. I look like an idiot!" She grabs the neck of her turtleneck sweater, pulling down on it until realizing it's too tight, then pulling up her sweater. You see the bottom half of Emily's huge breasts in a black lace bra. "Hang on, I'll just...", she says, then unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. She then pulls up her sweater again until what she seems to consider "enough cleavage" is visible, picks up the paper again and says: "That's much better. So... our client wants us to..."

Emily continues to walk you through the project, awkwardly juggling the paper, her mouse and keyboard with the one free hand just to not let the sweater fall and hide her ample underboob. "My God, the Normality Notebook is real! Time for the next rule!", you think to yourself and pick up the notebook once again. You write: "It is not normal for women to wear any clothes at the workplace". This sends Emily into another fit of self awareness. "Oh my god, here I am again dressed like a complete idiot!", she shouts and starts undressing completely. First, she pulls off her sweater completely, making her enormous natural breasts fall in front of your face. She also takes off her trousers and underpants, giving you a full view of her body. Emily is slightly chubby, but she has fat in all the right places. She looks like your dream now, wearing nothing but her brand new glasses, which is now driving you nuts. You have had a boner ever since you saw Emily, but now your cock feels like it is about to explode. "I can't take this any more, let's go all the way!", you say out loud, pick up the notebook and write "It is normal for women to grant any sexual wish a man makes." "Huh, what's that?", Emily asks you. "I said I want you to jerk me off onto your glasses and tits!", you blurt out, wondering how it suddenly sounds like the most normal thing a man would say to his female co-worker. "Well, why didn't you say so right away", she says and starts undoing your pants. "I knew you didn't come here to talk about the project", Emily says as your pants drop to the floor and grabs your erect cock. "I thought you looked kinda uptight", Emily says as she squeezes your cock tightly with her hand while aiming it at her spectacled face. "I'm telling you work too hard, you need to take a load off...", she keeps talking as she works you with long and skillful strokes. "I was just telling Amy... Ohhhh!", Emily's rant is cut off by the first spurt of your load hitting her straight onto her new glasses. Emily squeezes every drop out of your throbbing cock, making sure most of it lands either on her glasses or onto her enormous cleavage below.

"Well, that was fun", Emily says, "What do you say if we call it a day?"