The chest is glued on

You send the post out to all employees that all office dress policies are removed, with your utmost apologies. Maybe if you weren’t so flustered you’d realize you just removed all restrictions on wardrobe and appearance, not just what you had added. Now that was sent, you lean back in your chair, your mind still a jumbled mess. What are you going to do?

After a few minutes of sitting in choice paralysis, you finally start to feel up and down yourself. It’s so bizarre, your body feels sexy? That thought is scary enough, so you reflexively try to take off these massive beautiful breasts. Shit… wait. Why won’t it move? You can’t even get to pull up the flesh colored neck off your own. As if on que, your secretary Jill and the lead saleswoman Alice both walk in with giant grins.

“Hi boss! We love the… oh, having trouble there?” Jill noticed your panicked attempts frozen at the sight of them. “It looks like you realized the fun part of your lesson. Those tits have been glued on!” Your heart somehow finds a way to drop further in your stomach.

“Wait… glued on? How long…”

They both laugh, Jill sitting seductively on your desk as Alice circles around to be behind you. You gulp when her hands touch your shoulders, her voice in your ear “don’t worry pretty sissy, it’s not stuck on forever. The glue will only last about a month without the removing solvent.”

A month!!!! Wait… solvent? So you could remove it! They see it dawn on your eyes, that if you want these massive things off, they’ll want something in return.