Paperwork

Teresa's suspension of disbelief exploded like a balloon this morning, so she was willing to believe anything was possible, even Dan a supposed loser in her eyes, becoming her boss and going so far as to look down on her with her body reduced to the pure incarnation of a sex object.

"w-what work is it today?" she seethed, preparing herself if the world twisted so heavily with a pervert like him over her, that magically her work would be just pimping her overly optimized body out.

"Notarizing these forms-" Dan lectured, refusing to stare away from her cleavage and sliding a small stack of papers across 'his' desk.

"-the stamp's on the 2nd floor"

She grabbed the papers and laughed to herself about where her expectations were going. Yet the inertia from just trying to turn around and out of the office was enough to strongly jiggle her boobs to the side; shoving her to the right and making her drop the papers immediately.

"Useless Bimbo" Dan heckled, an insult that would remain strong in her heart.

"pick em' up" he teased.

Not wanting to risk her lumbar from bending over, she squatted down and stepped around like a crab to shuffle everything back together. When she was reaching out for the last page, Dan decided to kick her over to actually bend down and grab it; at the cost of dropping the rest again.

"fucking priceless"

Teresa kept quiet, taking the humiliation and recovering her sense of superiority from imagining herself as a rich trophy-wife life; that got interrupted by a smack to her ass, tipping her onto her face.

"Do your job, you waste of space"

She rushed to crawl and pick up the papers again, while being subject to multiple spanks for her 'slow speed'.

"This isn't professional!" she rebuked

"A bitch like you can't be" Dan countered.

She accepted that and trotted out of the office weakly, immediately pained at the elevator being shutdown and staring up intimidated by the stairs.

As she cautiously took her first steps up, she felt a massive weight lifted off her chest; then squeezed and tugged around carelessly; From Dan coming up behind her to grind against her fat ass and show her how sensitive her udders could be.

In her mind she immediately retreated to thoughts of a scandalous affair with a pool boy at an imaginary mansion that she planned to gold-dig into and proceedingly cheat on.

The strong arms around her from a hard worker undervalued by her husband, and his insistent press just showing her how much he-- showing how he wanted her to get a move on as Dan shoved her onto the next step; with her bitterly thanking his assistance and not wanting it to stop even as his hands ran freely over her.

She kept imagining a life not weighed down/ in strong arms, but Dan seemingly had his fill of groping and left her to trudge along with her renewed difficulty.

After minutes of what would take a normal person seconds, she made it up a single flight of stairs and went marching towards the nearest office. Inside was just Dan at a water cooler and a vacant desk with a button linked to a robotic arm holding a stamper.

"Automation huh? At least their severance was alright" Dan mused over his coworkers.

Teresa bluntly accepted that there would gladly be less people to witness her humiliation, even if that meant she was further isolated.

She pressed the button on the desk, with the form held directly below the stamper,only to have it stamp her face first; vibrantly painting a cartoonish oval around her massive bimbo lips.

"Yeah, hold it at about that height" Dan informed, with the machine seeming to swat around; getting her nails but not the paper, and even hooking around smack her tits a bit, before finally giving an official stamp that included a lipstick stain on the back from pressing it towards her face.

She heaved at getting such a basic task done, as she sorted her papers together and still felt stuck on the sense of wasted effort on her end as she glared at Dan.

"Do you think you can carry the water cooler down?"

"Fuck you"

He shrugged.

He then splashed her face with the contents of his cup, before filling up another and watching it spread across her chest with ink stains pouring down from her lips and tits.

She shivered, and he left after swatting her ass once more, lecturing " Of course bitches can't be counted on for shit"

Teresa reassessed pissing Dan off in her hobbled state, and if she was just a 'useless bimbo'; especially as she returned to the stairway and felt the immense difference in her fear as she imagined her added weight crashing down against her.

She made it halfway down before freezing in place with her eyes locked on Dan at the bottom.

"C-can you help me down?"

He dismissed her,"ha really? You've got to learn your whole point is to serve", with his eyes focused only on her massively hardened nipples through her soaked top.

"Then what do you do?"

"Actual fucking work" He answered while casually pulling out an intimidatingly amped up monster-cock to jerk.

Teresa accepted things; her mind hadn't been touched all day; a personal limit set by Dan. She just could tell the only calling owed to her sexy body, and that she might as well fuck her boss.

Her morals always lacking and the path of least resistance appealing.

She tossed her papers away and began to strip down; exposing all of her overloaded sex appeal.