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PGAD - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2021-09-28 19:16:50 +0000 UTC8.
It wasn’t very long before Sara found out why it was a bad idea after all.
The sun was just peaking over the horizon. Sara had spent the rest of yesterday evening alternating between marveling at her newly altered self in the mirror, and frigging herself into oblivion, over and over again. Similar to the previous night, she’d passed out more than fallen asleep from sexual exhaustion and satiation.
Years of ingrained habit had her waking up at her usual early morning hour however, even without an alarm clock. And no matter how extraordinary the circumstance, there was simply no way Sara could bring herself to call off of work two days in a row.
It was with a somewhat surprising feeling of reluctant ruefulness that she picked up the tablet and loaded the ‘Me’ profile, ready to revert back to her recognizable self so that she could head into the office.
Why should she feel so bad about it? This blonde bombshell’s body wasn’t who she really was. And as fun as it had been, she hadn’t been in this state for even half a day. The strength of her attachment to her newly transformed self was a bit troubling.
Well, it’s the last time anyway, Sara thought. She hadn’t known anything about any of this stuff before these past two days, so it was only natural to want to experiment and play around with it, as unwise as that had been to do. But now, she knew what it was and what it could do and there really wasn’t a good reason to continue messing around with this thing.
A bit irritated with the amount of determination she had to summon up to even make herself press the ‘Apply’ button, she gave a small shake of her head combined with an annoyed huff and jabbed her thumb down.
She braced herself for the peculiar sensation that she expected to immediately wash over her, but then nothing happened. Sara looked down at the tablet screen and saw that a new window she’d never seen before had appeared.
The text of the window read, ‘Settings cannot be applied. Nanite power reserves are currently depleted.’ She felt a thrill of panic run down her spine as she read the words.
Oh shit…
Sara pressed ‘OK’ to acknowledge and clear the message and then tried to apply the profile again. The same message appeared. And then for lack of anything else to do, she tried it for a third time, with, unsurprisingly, the same result.
“Shit…” She said it aloud this time.
She was stuck. Stuck like… this. A super skinny, super blonde, super busty well… slut. Wasn’t that what she’d named the profile? Prancing around in her bedroom was one thing, all fun and games, but she couldn’t go out in public looking like this. Hell, how could she hope to go back to work?!
This was bad. This was really bad. Why, why had she gone messing around with this thing? What had she been thinking, screwing around, experimenting with her very body? And now she was trapped, trapped in this ridiculous, impulsive version of herself, one that virtually guaranteed she couldn’t be taken seriously, one that screamed a total lack of professionalism, propriety and self-respect.
What was she going to do? What could she do? Were the nanites all used up? Was there a way to recharge them? Did she need to get injected with new ones?
Of course, it didn't take long at all for Sara to realize that there was only one answer, only one place she could go to for help.
***
Sara felt extremely conspicuous as she walked through the Gen-U-Tech lobby. Taller now than she ever had been, even when wearing heels, she felt that she was a towering, lumbering giant, which intellectually she knew was untrue, as she was willowy-thin, but that didn’t help the feeling at all. She’d put on huge sunglasses that covered a good amount of her face, and then tied up her long, lustrous hair into a bun and tucked it beneath a floppy, wide brimmed hat.
She had the ingenious idea of sticking some wet clothes in the dryer and putting it on extra high temp, which still left the outfit baggy, but at least not literally falling off of her. It didn’t help that the pant legs and sleeves were too short as result, but this was the best she could do. She’d put on a blazer to at least cover the top, but she was practically swimming in it.
Sara walked quickly past the security desk, feeling as if she was wearing a very poor and unconvincing disguise in her odd, misfitting clothes, but she’d also come in deliberately later than usual, timing her entrance with the morning rush and was able to go unnoticed.
She was spared further scrutiny since there was a separate bank of elevators that went exclusively to the lower levels, used mostly by building management and maintenance rather than regular employees. Once inside the elevator, mercifully alone, she pressed the button to take her down to the lab floor.
She’d been down here more in the past week than she’d been in the past five years put together, Sara thought as the elevator doors slid open and she made her way down the corridors, making occasional turns, now mostly familiar, until she arrived at the lab.
She stood at the door for a few moments, took a deep breath and then entered.
If the lab tech heard her enter, he didn’t give any indication. The young man stood with his back to her, carefully dripping measured amounts of some chemical from a pipette into a test tube. She cleared her throat, but he still didn’t move, continuing to put the drops in, until his task was apparently complete and finally he turned around with an irritated scowl.
“Yes, can I help you?” he asked.
He doesn’t recognize me, Sara realized after a moment. But of course, how could he…
“It’s me,” she said. “Sara Davis.”
The lab tech stared blankly, still looking annoyed, not making the connection. Sara reached into her bag and pulled out the tablet.
“Sara Davis,” she repeated.
She could practically see the light bulb going off over his head.
“Oh, jeez! Ms. Davis! I’m sorry..! I didn’t recognize you with all the…”
He gestured around his own head and face. Then she saw his eyes dip down, taking in what he could see of her body, before they shot back up, now holding an expression of slight puzzlement.
“Did you…
"You didn't use it..?”
Reluctantly, Sara pulled off the sunglasses and hat, her blonde hair tumbling out, cascading down her shoulders.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I was thinking. But now I’m not able to change back! The tablet keeps giving me this message.”
The lab tech’s eyes went wide as she revealed the features of her newly altered face. Sara couldn’t help but notice, flushing slightly as he stood there agog for a few seconds before finally getting a hold of himself and taking the tablet from her outstretched arm. He tapped a few buttons, nodding.
“The nanites’ energy is exhausted. They won’t be able to do any more work until they recover.”
Sara felt her heart leap inside of her chest. ‘Until they recover’! So it wasn’t permanent after all...
“How long will that take?” she eagerly asked.
His eyes were back on her baggy, misshapen outfit. “You… you must have made some really substantial changes,” he remarked. “The nanites are usually able to replenish themselves on the fly.”
“Well… Umm, yea,” Sara stammered, embarrassed. No one was supposed to have seen her this way. How mortifying to have to acknowledge that she had willingly done this to herself, made these particular changes, of her own choosing and volition. But then, if she needed his help, then she had to be candid about the extent of what she’d done…
Slowly, hesitatingly, she shrugged off the oversized blazer.
If the lab tech’s eyes were wide before, now they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
Sara knew how she looked, even in these less-than-flattering clothes. While the button down shirt was loose and baggy in the too-short sleeves and mid-section, her enormous bust was barely contained, the fabric straining in the front. The pants hung low off of her shapely hips, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her taut midsection.
“So, yes… I’ve made some… modifications…”
Despite her embarrassment, or perhaps perversely because of it, Sara felt a stirring inside of herself. The young man was clearly floored by her, rendered speechless, in a way that she had never affected a man before. She noticed that she was involuntarily arching her back slightly, thrusting her chest outwards, and wondered peripherally why, whether it was her new back muscles compensating for being so front heavy, or if something psychologically had changed. Or perhaps, this was just all her, responding to a man’s attention.
She didn’t have a bra that was remotely close to her current proportions and had gone without. She could feel her nipples growing erect, prominently displayed through the thin shirt, and her self-consciousness was evaporating as her arousal was rising.
She could easily see the lab tech had a massive erection, tenting his pants and that excited her even more.
Sara blinked then, with a small shake of her head, experiencing a sudden moment of clarity. What the hell was she thinking? It was as if her arousal had fogged her brain, driving out all rational thought. She was here to get help, and somehow in just the span of a few minutes, she’d forgotten all about it, focused on only how attractive this guy found her. He hadn’t even answered her question. Hell, she didn’t even still didn’t even know his name.
That didn’t stop you from sucking his cock the last time… The thought popped into her mind, unbidden.
An image flashed in Sara’s head, her down on her knees, the lab tech’s erect member, hot, hard, spurting as it slid between her lips… She nearly moaned out loud.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?!
“Errr… so… I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name,” Sara rather blurted out, trying to get herself centered again.
“It’s… uh… It’s Chris,” the lab tech said somewhat dazedly, and it seemed like he too was wrapped up in that same befuddling fog.
“Chris, right,” she repeated. “You were going to tell me how long it takes for the nanites to recharge..?”
“Oh, uh, yes.. Yea. Uhmmm.. It’s hard to say.” He was silent, appearing more focused as he thought about it. “There are a lot of variables, so I couldn’t give you more than a ballpark range. I’d say around two or three days.”
“Two or three days!” Sara exclaimed, dismayed. Today was Friday, so at best, she was stuck like this all weekend… That was something of a blessing, she supposed. At least she didn’t have to worry about work.
“So, there’s nothing I can do to speed it up? I just have to wait?”
“Well, you could increase your caloric intake,” Chris answered. “Or try sleeping more. But the effect would be marginal. We’re talking about shaving off hours at best.
“You’ll just have to stay this beautiful for the next few days…”
Sara recognized what an inappropriate and insubordinate remark this was, but there was no denying the effect of those words on her. Just as she’d never seen anyone react so dramatically to her looks, neither had she ever been complimented in this way, without any question he sincerely meant it.
She felt that arousal surging up again, fogging up her brain, soaking her panties.
***
Chris had no idea why he said it. The words just came blurting out. He couldn’t help it. He’d been first annoyed and perplexed when the oddly dressed lady had pushed into his lab. He’d thought for a moment that she was some homeless bag lady wearing a bunch of stolen, ill-fitting clothes, before she said who was.
Even after, it didn’t register. The clothes may have thrown him off, but even still Sara Davis, Gen-U-Tech bigshot, was not some weirdo swimming inside of a misshapen outfit. Then she’d taken off the hat and sunglasses, and everything clicked. If Chris’ jaw hit the floor, he wasn’t aware; he was totally in awe of this gorgeous knock-out. Like blonde hair, blue eyes, fashion magazine level knock-out.
Eventually his mind lurched back into motion, but still all he could think was that this was Sara Davis. Sara Davis, the overweight, entitled, bossy CFO of the company, now with the face of a supermodel.
And finally, she’d dropped the oversized blazer to the ground, and Chris’ brain practically short circuited. It wasn’t a svelte supermodel’s body under there. It was that of a pin-up poster slut, a comic book artist’s idea of the ultimate dream for every diehard fanboy.
And then the most incredible, twisted, and mind-blowing thought that came to Chris’ mind, which he intuitively knew was true: she had done this to herself. That fact rocked Chris to his core, resonated with all the deepest, darkest desires inside of himself. She’d had the ability to change herself essentially any way that she pleased, and she chose to turn herself into this impossibly smoking hot superbabe..!
Chris felt his cock going painfully rock hard at the thought. As they spoke, he was barely paying any attention to anything either of them were saying. All he could think about was the fact that the other day, this ultra-hottie had been right here on her knees the other day, giving him a blow job. Sure, she didn’t look anything like she did now, but it was still her, still the same person, still those same lips that had been wrapped around his cock, sucking him off.
And presumably, she still had the same problem that brought her there in the first place. An unnaturally elevated libido that she couldn’t control. It had been hot, hot enough to get his rocks off at any rate, to have an unattractive, overweight woman so horny that she couldn’t stop herself from coming on to him. The idea that this blonde bombshell was in the same state was inconceivable. He felt very remorseful in that moment for having helped her to lower the Libido setting.
Not that it mattered. When he thoughtlessly blurted out that inappropriate remark, he saw her clear sky blue eyes light up with delight. Her enormous bust heaved slowly as an immensely pleased smile spread across her full, luscious lips. “You think… you think I’m beautiful?” she breathed.
Chris’ brain was utterly useless. His dry mouth was left on unfiltered autopilot.
“Ms. Davis… you are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
That was all it took. Instantly, she closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, drawing him in, kissing passionately. She opened her mouth wide, sucking on his tongue before sensuously sliding hers in his mouth in turn.
“Mmmmmm…. Mmmmmm…”
Jesus, I can’t believe this is happening,” Chris thought in disbelief as they made out, but it was only just the beginning. Without breaking their kiss, Sara Davis grabbed his hands in hers, bringing them up, placing them on her mammoth tits. She moaned loudly, muffled by their lips crushed together as he inartfully, greedily grabbed huge handfuls of them through the flimsy blouse, her hard nipples pressed up against his palms as she arched her back, shoving her tits forward.
Her hands left his, dropping down to his waist, undoing his belt buckle and pants once again. She shucked his pants and his boxers down in one rough movement, and his manhood went even more painfully erect when her long, slim fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him hard.
They were both breathing heavily, moaning as they continued making out, Chris still groping her incredible bust while she beat him off. He felt like he was going to explode at any moment, but then gratefully, regrettably, she stopped, and those talented amazing hands were now undoing her own pants, before she broke away from their kiss, panting hard. The too short, baggy pants slid down easily, and she stepped out of them delicately with her long, toned legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Chris’s gaze dropped to her gleaming snatch, the same golden blonde as her long lustrous hair, and he wanted her more badly than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. But she was the one fully in control and she was so terribly beautiful and that besides, he was so woefully inexperienced that he didn’t dare do anything except stand there with his pants around his ankles, his erection jutting out ludicrously in front of him.
“C,mon,” Ms. Davis husked, her flawless face filled with lust as she stalked forward. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him in for another steaming hot open-mouthed kiss before she drew away and then shoved him hard.
His feet caught up by his pants, Chris took a few surprised shuffling pedal steps backwards before falling, thinking he would hit the floor, but instead he landed into his wheeled office chair. Propelled by the momentum, he went rolling back until the chair back slammed into the cabinets. He didn’t have a chance to recover before Sara Davis clambered up onto his lap straddling him.
“Put it in,” she half-ordered, half-begged, even as she reached behind herself, between her legs, wrapping around his shaft once again, pointing him upwards as she lowered her hips down. Chris couldn’t have stopped her if he wanted to, which, at any rate, was the furthest thing in the world from what he wanted. She moaned loudly as his cockhead pushed up against her wet lips, spreading them, and then he slid in, inch by inch, with a delicious, agonizing lubricated friction as she used her new taut, lean core muscles to lower herself down with complete control, slowly and steadily.
Chris’ hands automatically went to Ms. Davis’ impossibly tight, tiny waist, so small that his hands nearly encircled it. She grabbed him by his collar again as she raised her hips, almost drawing him completely out of herself before she kissed him deeply again as she sank back down, impaling herself with his cock. She humped slowly, intensely, moaning all the while, and Chris simply sat in stunned awe, getting passively fucked, trying to hold back his orgasm with all of his concentration.
He still couldn’t believe this was happening. All he could think of was that pathetic struggle from a few days ago, fighting against his hormones and the need to get off, his shame and embarrassment at allowing them to override his standards and disgust at hooking up with someone so overweight and unattractive. This was completely opposite. All his life, he’d have given his left nut to be able to score with someone even half as hot as Sara Davis was now. And now here she was, throwing herself at him, fucking him like he was the last man on earth.
Indeed, she was ramping up the pace, grinding up and down on his lap harder and faster. She broke their kiss again as she threw head back, keening loudly.
“Uhhhh, oh yea… Unnnnnh!”
Despite his efforts to prolong the pleasure, Chris’ raw instincts took over, and he lifted his hips up to meet her, his hands still on her waist, pulling her down as he slammed upwards. She noticed it and she liked it, groaning even louder as she bounced up and down. Sara Davis grabbed the front of her blouse, yanking hard, a loud ripping sound filling the room as the fabric tore, buttons popped off and her heavy, round tits sprang free. She shoved them in Chris’ face and he buried himself, smothered himself in them, licking, sucking, biting her turgid nipples.
“Yes, that’s it,” she hissed. “Suck on them. You like them? You like my big, giant titties?”
It was more than Chris could take, hearing her revel in her altered body, knowing that she knew how hot he thought she was and how much that got her off. It played to those deep-seated issues and kinks of Chris’, born of all of his insecurities and failures. His desires for corruption and control, even if he didn’t have any control himself…
“Cum in my pussy, Chris,” she urged as she continued suffocating him with her incredible, beautiful tits. ‘Just like you came in my mouth… all over my face… squirt all that cum in my tight little snatch…”
Sara Davis calling him by name, combined with her smutty, filthy mouth was too much, promptly pushed Chris over the edge. His cock grew rock hard, burning, the pressure welling up in the tip, and he held it back as long he possibly could before letting go with an uninhibited shout, too lost in the moment to care who heard. As the hot semen splashed her insides, Ms. Davis squealed just as noisily, thrashing and squirting as her own climax hit, triggered by getting her pussy filled.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
It was easily the very best moment of Chris’ life.
