Far from it, Mark has plans

Standing behind his desk feeling rather smug about his accomplishment, Mark chose to study Susan with a critical eye. She was already completely loyal, his personal minion who loved him and put him above the firm. But looking at her now, with that stern bun, severe expression, and boxy pinstripe suit, he couldn’t help thinking she could be so much more pleasing to look at. If she was going to be his, why not make her hotter? Something powerful and sexy, but still recognizably the intimidating HR director. Not too much at first, just enough to enjoy the view every time she walked in.

Susan waited patiently, her arms at her sides, watching him with open devotion behind her wire-rimmed glasses.

Mark cleared his throat. “Good. Now, I want you to bring the other two senior HR ladies in for separate meetings with me. Madison and Emily. Schedule them individually over the next couple of days.”

Susan nodded, already thinking ahead. “Of course. Would you like me to set that up as routine performance reviews?”

Mark leaned forward slightly, still standing behind his desk. “Tell them it’s a confidential leadership assessment test or something that makes them think they’re being evaluated for a promotion or special project. Don’t let either one know about the other meeting. Keep it completely quiet between us.”

Susan tilted her head, considering. “That’s easy enough to arrange. Madison has her afternoon free tomorrow. Emily is usually available in the mornings. I can frame both as private development discussions so they won’t compare notes.”

Mark smiled, testing the waters. “Do you think it would be in my best interest to convince them to also work for me first, the same way you do now?”

Susan paused for a moment, her expression thoughtful and professional as she weighed the idea. She crossed her arms briefly, then uncrossed them again. “It could be risky if not handled carefully. They are both competent and loyal to the firm. However… if you believe you can convince them, it would give you direct influence over the entire HR department. No more worrying about complaints or investigations. Everything would be handled in your favour.”

She looked up at him, her eyes softening with devotion. “Do you think you can convince them, Mark?”

Mark met her gaze confidently. “Yes, I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Susan’s expression shifted. A quiet certainty settled over her. She nodded once, fully convinced. “Then yes, it is absolutely in your best interest. I believe you can convince them. In fact, I’ll help make sure the meetings go smoothly so you have the best possible chance. I’ll schedule them separately and make certain neither knows about the other. They’ll both walk in thinking it’s just a standard HR exercise.”

Mark smiled wider, already imagining having all three top HR members under his control. “Perfect. Make sure they come alone and keep the real reason between you and me.”

“Of course,” Susan replied smoothly, her voice warm with loyalty. “They won’t know a thing. I’ll make the arrangements right away and confirm the times with you as soon as they’re set.”

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Satisfied with the plan, Mark let his eyes roam over Susan’s current strict appearance again. She was devoted, but he wanted her to be a pleasure to look at every time she entered his office. Now despite the urge Mark and his personal preferences did not want to turn Susan into some obvious bimbo or change her so much that she no longer looked like the sharp, authoritative woman he enjoyed having under his thumb.

He simply wanted her prettier. Enough to make her face softer and more appealing, enough to give her body some elegant curves that the pinstripe suit would highlight nicely, without going overboard. Something he could enjoy looking at every day while she still maintained that cool, professional severity.

“You are much more attractive than you usually let yourself be, Susan,” he said casually. “You have a naturally beautiful face and body that you keep hidden under that strict look.”

Susan’s breath hitched. Her body began to change almost immediately. Her cheekbones lifted and sharpened just enough to give her face a more elegant, striking structure. Her lips plumped subtly into a fuller, softer shape that looked naturally inviting. Behind the wire-rimmed glasses, her dark eyes gained a deeper, more intense sparkle that made her gaze feel both commanding and alluring at the same time.

Mark watched closely, a slow smile spreading across his face. He liked the way her features were refining themselves. She still looked like the same stern, professional Susan, but now there was an undeniable beauty underneath that severity. It made her even more interesting to look at.

Mark continued, voice steady. “Your breasts are larger, fuller, and perfectly shaped, at least a full D-cup. Your waist is narrower and your ass is rounder and firmer, giving you an hourglass figure that looks incredible in that suit.”

The changes flowed through her instantly. Her white blouse began to tighten across her chest as her breasts swelled steadily outward, growing rounder and heavier until they reached a full, firm D-cup. The fabric stretched taut over the new curves, the buttons pulling slightly apart and creating a subtle but very noticeable cleavage at the top. At the same time, her waist cinched inward, creating a smoother, more defined hourglass shape, while her hips and ass rounded out and firmed up, filling the pinstripe skirt with a lush, feminine contour that made the material hug her figure perfectly.

Mark’s eyes lingered appreciatively on every detail. The way her blouse now strained against her larger breasts was incredibly satisfying. The new curve of her waist and the way her ass filled out the skirt gave her a powerful, confident silhouette that still screamed “HR director” but now looked undeniably sexy. She was exactly what he wanted: still authoritative and intimidating, yet far more pleasing to stare at.

Susan glanced down at her new body with mild surprise, then looked back up at him. She accepted the changes without question, as if they had always been this way. A soft flush coloured her cheeks.

“You look much better this way,” Mark added with a smirk. “And you love dressing and looking this way specifically to please me.”

“Yes, Mark,” she replied quietly, her voice still composed but now carrying a clear note of arousal. “I love looking this way for you.”

Smirking, Mark felt a surge of adventurous confidence. He decided to push things further.

“You will walk up to me and kiss me like your life depended on it,” he said.

The words left his mouth and took hold instantly.

Susan’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then filled with raw, **** need. Without a word, she stepped around the desk, her newly curvaceous hips swaying in the pinstripe skirt. The moment she reached him, she rose up on her toes, slid her arms around his neck, and pressed her body firmly against his.

She kissed him with fierce, hungry passion, as if her entire existence depended on this single moment. Her fuller lips moved against his with urgent heat, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she moaned softly. One hand tangled in his hair while the other gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Her full D-cup breasts pressed tightly against his chest through the strained white blouse, and her newly rounded ass shifted as she arched into him.

The kiss was deep, needy, and completely unprofessional, yet she delivered it with the same calm intensity she once reserved for corporate negotiations. When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, her lips were flushed and her glasses sat slightly askew. She stared up at him with open adoration and lust.

“Mark…” she whispered, voice husky, “I needed that more than anything.”

She stayed pressed against him, waiting for whatever he wanted next, her body still trembling slightly from the **** of the kiss she had just given him.

“Go get them for me,” he instructed Susan.

She gave a small, obedient nod, her eyes still dark with lingering hunger. Mark stepped closer, cupped her chin gently with one hand, and tilted her face up. He leaned in and pressed a slow, soft kiss to her fuller lips. Susan melted into it immediately, her newly curved body pressing forward as a quiet sigh escaped her. Her fingers lightly gripped the front of his shirt for a moment, as if **** to let the contact end.

When he finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was slightly uneven. She touched her lips with two fingers, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“I’ll schedule the meetings right away,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “Madison right now in about an hour or so. Emily the following hour. They won’t suspect a thing.”

Mark released her and stepped back. Susan straightened her pinstripe jacket, smoothed her skirt over her newly rounded hips, and gave him one last devoted look before turning toward the door. Her walk had a subtle, confident sway she hadn’t possessed before.

"They won't suspect a thing," he agreed and chuckling darkly as this power he had took effect again.