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Dominance Is Just The Start - Part 2 (Patreon Commission for ScalesyScales)
🕑 Added 2021-04-11 13:09:15 +0000 UTCTAGS: Amazon/Mini-Giantess, Breast Expansion, Growth, Clothes Bursting, Corporate Domination, Hyper, Clothes TF
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He didn’t know what was more embarrassing: being summoned to his boss’ private quarters for a “personal, one-on-one discussion”, or having to be escorted there by a bunch of very clearly naked kobolds who couldn’t seem to decide whether or not they wanted to be horny around him or just poke him in the shins to tell him to hurry up. It was certainly nerve-wracking, that much was certain, especially as he got closer to the entrance to the penthouse and noticed the door was ever-so-slightly open, just enough for him to be able to hear what was waiting for him within… or, to be more precise, who.
The humming was always a bad sign; the boss never hummed like that unless she was planning on doing something to someone in order to make an example out of them to everyone else; given that he was going to be alone in a room with the lizardess, presumably surrounded only by her coterie of kobold servants, this brought up a lot of uncomfortable questions about just what exactly she was planning on doing to him. The assumption that he might be in trouble was, as far as the cat cared, a certainty; he had dared to speak up, or at least attempted to speak up during a time when he was very clearly intended to remain nice and quiet, and now he had to pay the price. He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised, but looking back, his first instinct was to try to remember where exactly his life went so wrong that he was now going to be at the mercy of someone who could very easily snap him in half if she wanted to. Someone who would do that if he pissed her off enough, or at least he so assumed.
But when he was ushered through the semi-open door, the ‘bolds surrounding him poking and prodding at his legs until he crossed the threshold, he didn’t see Aleksi wielding some kind of weapon, dressed impeccably as she always did and yet still ready to visit extreme violence unto him the likes of which no one had seen before. There was no menacing atmosphere, or indeed any sign that Aleksi was even there at all; just a penthouse suite, with everything in its proper place, the TV on and a half-empty bag of chips on a glass table next to a sofa. The humming was still there of course, just coming from his left side, getting louder and louder as the looming, menacing presence of the lizardess made itself known. Her footsteps were quiet enough not to be heard over the background noise, but her sheer size was more than sufficient to let the much smaller cat become aware of just who was standing right next to him, even if he made sure to look aside and pretend like he wasn’t “seeing” it; he could still feel it in the back of his head, and when he refused to turn it to face Aleksi, she… bent down.
Of course, the feline couldn’t possibly know this. He figured that she had merely approached him even more, ready to place a hand on his shoulder in order to dictate where he was allowed to go and how much he could move; he couldn’t have figured that his boss had actually leaned so far down that her exposed bust hung beautifully from her chest, creating one hell of a scene for when she placed one hand on top of his head and forced it to turn and face her. Rather than the lizardess as she’d been in the executive meeting, clearly exposed but still carrying some amount of clothed dignity, this version of Aleksi was entirely nude, something that the cat staring at her would probably be aware of if his eyes hadn’t immediately been absorbed by the frankly ridiculous amounts of cleavage on full display just a couple of inches away from him.
To call that bust large would be an understatement, and at that point, the cat had no idea whether it was because Aleksi was so much taller and bigger than him that even a “reasonable” size looked massive in comparison, or if her growth had carried on past the point where she’d previously allowed it to. All he knew was that those things hung perilously close to the ground, and the resulting marshmallow heaven was most likely deep enough that he could sink his entire arm into it and still have room to move further inside… so he did. The cat wasn’t even aware of how gluttonous the stare Aleksi was giving him was, nor how she so openly licked her lips, nor even what the rest of her body was like; he could only see directly in front of him, into those two mounds and the promise of warmth and comfort if only he dug deeper in between them, surrendering himself to their plushness.
It was almost too easy. Aleksi just stood there, grinning madly and with her teeth on full display as her prey willingly walked into their own doom, unable (or just unwilling) to control themselves as their arms vanished into the cavernous cleavage she had put on full display. Part of her hoped that he would struggle, perhaps even wriggle around a bit and say something that would let her reply in a way that would fulfill her predatory fantasies, but complete and total dominance resulting in absolutely subversion of a psyche also worked; it’d been some time since she got to flex that part of herself, so having it happen once again was always welcome. Besides, it took care of all the nasty post-transformation readjustments that always came with those who struggled; this one was going to fit right into their new role, and was going to do so on their first go.
For the whole point of this exercise was not just to seduce this precious little boytoy who thought himself a big-shot corporate executive just because she herself had given him a title and a big paycheck. It was certainly a large part of it, but the idea there was in fact to make an example out of him, to show to the rest of her Board of Directors what was in store for them if they dared to even try to do anything that would endanger or compromise her position. It just so happened that, in order to do so, she needed to get up close and personal with this new soon-to-be-accoutrement of hers, close enough that the warmth of her body began to envelop him in a way that was, perhaps, a bit more unnatural than would be expected. Soon enough, the cat would feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, his breathing slowing down as his ability to stand up was compromised; this was fine though, because by that point, he wouldn’t even need to stand, he had Aleksi there to help him up, to hold him closer to her, to wrap her arms around him and push his body closer against hers, until it felt like he was melting into her.
Until he was literally melting into her.
It was a trick the lizardess had learned some time ago, and very rarely got to pull out, hence her obvious, lip-licking glee at being able to indulge in it for a short while. If the feline was already little more than a meat puppet for her corporate desires, why not go the full mile and turn into something that would look good on her as well? He was already her property; might as well make it official and get a nice bra out of it while she was at it.
One that was remarkably pliable, all things considered. The last time Aleksi had to take someone and turn them into something she could wear, they struggled all the way to the very end; this one though, he really did just melt onto her body without so much as a peep, which even the lizardess found somewhat baffling. Surely, someone who had the audacity to try and speak up would have some resistance in them, rather than it turning out to be nothing more than hot air. At least they were about as soft as they looked; long-furred feline species always ended up creating some of the most comfortable pieces of attire in her personal experience, and this one was no different.
As his body stretched and distended, draping itself across and around her bust, Aleksi had to contain herself in order to keep the rest of the building from hearing just what was on her mind; it was always such an overwhelming experience, to have someone’s body flatten itself against hers and be transferred over before solidifying into something that could be easily removed and put back on, enough that she really didn’t know how to react to it beyond having her legs squirm and her hands get dangerously close to somewhere they wouldn’t easily come back from. It certainly didn’t help that she’d allowed her bust to grow beyond what it usually did, not only leaving it noticeably more sensitive than normal, but giving the cat even more room to cover, which they did admirably. It was as if he wanted to be turned into a piece of clothing, not so much eager or happy but subservient to the point where he felt it was his duty to do so, to hug his boss’ curves and contours in just the right way to leave the lizardess moaning quietly and cursing beneath her breath, desperately wanting to open her mouth wide and belt out a string of words that would leave everyone in a mile radius blushing furiously.
But she held. This was always something she could eventually do later, when she was in much better control of her own libido and not having her tits actively massaged and kneaded by a living bra; in the present, she had much more important things to do, such as making sure that the lustful kitten melting onto her body didn’t go too far in their quest to pleasure her. After all, she was still turning him into something that was designed to be worn, and that required a certain amount of comfort if she was to do so for any decent amount of time; were Aleksi to allow the cat to do as they pleased, she’d probably end up with a slingshot bikini rather than something halfway decent, thus requiring her full attention to direct the feline’s efforts where they were better suited. It helped keep her focused, at the very least, with her hands working carefully to move her breasts around and mould the cat’s semi-fluid body into a shape that would best suit her needs; it was important not to freeze them too much as well, because she was eventually going to shrink down, and keeping bras around just for when she was that big would be a waste of closet space.
It took a fair bit of time, but once she was done putting the cat in his proper place, Aleksi was beside herself. Looking down at her ample cleavage, it was hard to believe she hadn’t made it grow even more; the way her new bra helped push her her ample bust was so perfectly designed to accentuate said bust that it genuinely made it look larger, not to mention possessed of the perfect amount of overspill for anyone looking at her from the front. It was clearly too small to handle her, and yet it didn’t feel tight and constrictive, the perfect combination of form and function if she’d ever seen it… and now, everyone would have to see it. After all, she hadn’t called her former subordinate to her penthouse just so she could lord her size over him and transform the poor guy into disposable lingerie, nor had she deliberately kept their face, in a slightly stretched-out shape, right front and center just for show. No, she had better plans than that, and those plans involved summoning yet another meeting of the Board.
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In many respects, Aleksi looked exactly like she had in the last meeting, with the key difference being that she’d kept her bust at the exaggerated size that it had been when the feline, which she had kept close to herself for all that time, first walked into her living space. It was actually far more fun than she anticipated; the back pain wasn’t as bad as she had feared it would be, and there was something special about being able to sit down on the couch and have her tits spill onto her lap like it was absolutely normal. Besides, with the cat being such a lovely little thing in keeping itself in just the right shape to support her, it made for a wonderful couple of days where she came to truly appreciate the gift that she had given him; truly, there could be no greater blessing than to be used as a plaything to clothe her.
Thus, the lizardess decided to forgo the use of more formal wear… above the waist. She still wore pants, even if they were remarkably tighter than usual given that her curvaceousness was still slightly improved around the hips and ass as well; her upper body though, that one went with an eclectic mixture, what with her bust being on full display, covered only by the cat-turned-bra and bursting free from a suit that was very clearly too small for her to wear. In many respects, Aleksi looked like she had outgrown her own clothing, which was exactly the kind of aesthetic she was going for; that, and making it perfectly clear that unless the rest of the members of the Board wanted to be used as raw material to fix that little problem, they would do well to shut up, sit down, and do whatever it was they were asked to do with nary a peep nor complaint. If they knew what was best for them, of course.
With her entourage of kobolds following her much like they had the last time, Aleksi made the final preparations for her grand entrance: adjusting the fuzzy bra to make sure to hide her nips while still having plenty of soft breastflesh spilling over the edge, pulling back the suit just enough to really make it look like she was unable to contained, even going so far as to tighten her belt to accentuate her lower curves just a tiny bit more. Already the people on the other side of the door could tell that something terrible their way was coming, and though they couldn’t see it, they certainly heard the heavy footsteps… and all the rumours that had reached their ears ever since flying back for the meeting.
Hopefully, Aleksi thought to herself, someone would be so stupid as to try and speak up again.
She could use some new underwear.
