Office ! (you don´t wanna get fired after all)

Going to work.

Steven was a few minutes late as he made his way through the cubicle farm he worked in.

“Someone’s running late.” He looked across the row at Laura. He’d sat across from her since she started and she’d been nothing but judgemental and frankly a bitch.

The thought crossed his mind that he could fix his little problem. He glanced over at the woman. She was in her late 20s he was pretty sure, and while her tits sagged a little she was good looking. Her curves were soft and inviting, especially her large chest.

“I suppose someone is.” He gives her a winning smile and she rolls her eyes. “Hey, I saw this on the bus, take a look.”

Steven pulled up the hypnotic spiral and crossed the aisle to his coworker.

“What… No, Steven I–” Laura’s face went slack and her eyes became distant as the spiral took over.

“Hello Laura.”

“Hello master.”

Ah right, the honorifics. He glanced up and down the aisle, luckily everyone else seemed absorbed in their work.

“Laura, you’ll call me Steven when you’re entranced.”

“Yes Steven.”

“Good girl.”

At that she smiles, clearly there’s a latent praise kink to play with here.

Maybe the judgemental side of Laura needed some work. She’d always looked down on the other girls in the office for putting too much effort into their appearances. Maybe it was time for her to care a little more.

“Laura, when you come out of this trance you’re going to want to do your makeup. A full face, emphasizing your lips, after all they were made to suck dick and everyone needs to know that. You’ll also have the inescapable feeling that your tits need work. They need to be perkier and bigger. And heels. You want to wear heels from now on.”

Steven watched as Laura nodded through all her instructions. That was going to be his ****: he would turn Laura into his personal bimbo. Slowly, but he would.

“Yes Steven.”

“Good girl. Laura, awake.”

Laura blinked and rolled her eyes at Steven, “I’m not interested in whatever little thing you found on social media Steven.”

“Of course you aren’t.” A smile crept across his face knowing exactly what he’d implanted in his coworker. He caught her looking down at her chest as he turned away. Clearly the suggestion had taken hold. He was going to have fun with this.

He sat down to do his work for the day. It was tedious, but it paid well. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to what he might do next.