Show off Laura's form

You lay in wait, while Laura's drowsiness began to wear off. You knew you wanted to have some fun with a body that looked like Laura's, but you also wanted to hear her protests loud and clear. It was a strange sort of payback you wouldn't have thought you'd be capable of even had you known this sort of possibility existed before today. You weren't really an exhibitionist so it was going to be strange to pretend to be one--and were it anybody else, you wouldn't go to such elaborate lengths to humiliate them--you wouldn't even dream of humiliation as retaliation. But something about everything Laura had said to you in the past spurred your need to ruin her reputation... the drive was there, and it excited you.

You felt Laura stir, and then light flooded into your vision as she opened her eyes. "Nnnnh... what the...?" her drowsy words turned to confusion and panic as she glanced down, seeing what appeared to be her naked body sprawled out in her chair. You knew better--Zoe's form let you create a copy of Laura, so really everything you were going to do was going to be to Zoe today, but Laura wouldn't know that, and Zoe didn't seem to care. It was almost like Zoe didn't quite understand human modesty.

"Hhh... hey, what the hell!" Laura strained as her head seemed to tug forward, like she was trying to will her body to rise, or to make any sort of movement whatsoever. Instead, you sat limply for a moment more, letting some fear creep into her mind. You could feel it as her breathing quickened, she likely thought she was somehow paralyzed from the neck down.

Eventually, you got in on the act, using what looked like Laura's arms to prop yourself up into a more proper seated position. That seemed to calm Laura down at first, until your hands reached up to grope her breasts. A yelp and a whimper is all that the wide-eyed Laura managed as she looked down to see her hands disobeying her will, groping and squeezing at what she thought were her own breasts. It was essentially the same, she could feel everything! As could you, so you reveled in being able to caress some perky, firm tits that no doubt needed a strong sports bra to hold in place while she worked out. To add insult to injury, you rubbed your thighs together, resulting in more moaning from your captive audience.

"Stop it, stop it!" Laura hissed as she again tugged her head forward and around. She didn't want to shriek too loudly since her office wasn't soundproofed or anything, and plenty of employees were constantly listening in to see if they could catch bits and pieces of Laura's scathing phone calls. You could feel her panic again start to flare up, so you lazily let go of your chest, and began to stand her up, sort of like her body was on a delayed response to her objectives.

"One of those idiots must have **** my drink with something... alright, one step at a time. I'll get dressed, I'll head to see Dr. Beecher and get an examination going, and--"

Another shriek, as you decided to enact your plan instead. You quickly strolled to the blinds at the window to Laura's office that looked out into the cubicles of the others in her department, and you pulled up the blinds. Nothing about your calm, fluid actions were reflected in Laura's beet-red face as you stood with a hand on your canted hips facing the window, confidently displaying Laura's undressed form to four passing coworkers, who all stopped and gaped.

Were it up to you, you'd make Laura grin and wink at them. Instead, her lips turned into a snarl and she began to shout obscenities at each of the other scientists, giving them the difficult choice of staring at Laura's body or enduring a verbal lashing. You made their choice easier as you pressed Laura's body up against the window, squashing her breasts into the glass and sliding back and forth. This little dance of yours only served to attract more attention, as soon nearly a dozen sets of eyes were looking at Laura, and her words sputtered into single-syllable utterances.

Admittedly, you had no idea what you were doing. You were improvising a solo in your exhibitionist **** jazz piece, but it seemed like you were hitting all the right notes. You felt Laura's flustered face sputter for a response, but none could form while you confidently showed her off, stepping back from the glass to do some jumping jacks, demonstrating both Laura's commitment to fitness and her breasts' commitment to the laws of physics, as they jiggled delightfully throughout the process.

"Stop it stopitstopit!" Laura screamed at you, not really comprehending what was happening and hoping that verbal commands would at least have some impact. You dismissed her pleas outright, as you stepped forward, opening the door to her office, and strolled out into the cubicles.

Just down the hall was a shocked Ron. Doctor Ron, he insisted on being called, despite never achieving an appropriate degree. You never liked Ron, as he was the kind of guy who would never treat you as a colleague, and who made no effort to hide his staring at his female colleagues. He'd simultaneously make you uncomfortable and annoyed with his crude comments about your body, and then claim he was 'only joking'. If you're getting ****, why not go for two? You were giving him what he'd wanted anyway--one of his female coworkers was finally not just paying attention to him, but showing off her nude, sexy, toned form to him. You marched right up, and grabbed a handful of his shirt.

"You stay the hell away from me, creep!" Laura scowled, but while her mouth said one thing as intimidating as she could muster, her body had different ideas, demonstrating a far more agreeable approach. You tugged Ron back toward Laura's office, making it look like she'd caught some prey to drag back to her lair. Ron put up little resistance, as he didn't stand much of a chance with his average 'dad bod' physique up against the much stronger body you commanded. He did have a nice square jawline and his hair was neat and tidy, so at least you'd find a way to enjoy yourself through this process as well.

Back in Laura's office with Ron in tow, you closed the door and immediately hopped up onto Laura's desk, spreading your legs wide to make sure Ron couldn't miss the glistening slit you possessed. Laura's face was a mix of anger and pleading, trying to strike a balance to recover some dignity from her betraying body. "Ron, I swear to whatever god you like, you better walk out that door right now and don't even think for a second that you'd do anything to me!"

Laura's head and body remained at odds with each other, and no doubt by now someone was calling security to stop you. There wasn't much time, so you'd have to make this count, if Ron doesn't take the initiative.