C.E.O. to C.O.W. 2 of 5
Chapter 2, The Board Room
JOE
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The ray of sun cuts through the dark room like a beacon. My eyes squint and turn towards the source as I watch the ambient dust dance in the column of light peeking through the curtains. I yawn and pump my arms in a great big stretch. The deeper my breath, the more I feel my teddy riding up my ass in one fantastic wedgie. Reaching down I brush across my cock sporting morning wood. I sit up suddenly casting the bedspread back. I grab my chest, my flat manly chest, slightly disappointed but greatly relieved. Half snickering, I push myself to get up and go to the bathroom. The now tight leather teddy rubs my crotch with each step. My arrival is greeted by the tv still broadcasting porn. I watch for a moment but I find the courage to turn it off. I walk into your closet and get undressed. I thumb through the dozens of outfits I bought you. They are easy to find as they ALL still have the sales tags on them.
I wonder when did our marriage fall apart. Was it me or did we just drift apart or is it that fucking company of yours? I reminisce about all the good times we had. We truly loved one another until you found another love, your own company. Apparently, you only have room in your heart for one of us. Images of being turned into a puppy girl yesterday burns into my mind. This is SO unacceptable. We need to talk. Feeling determined I exit your closet and walk to my small walk-in. I dress in my best Armani suit. There is no shame in being a sharp dressed man.
Tying my tie in the mirror I see my ears are still pierced from last night. Fred’s gold hooped earrings are smaller and more masculine, but still present in both ears. I search in vain trying to rind the clasp. Frustrated, I give up the fight for now. Eating breakfast alone, as usual, the silence seems profanely loud this morning. The fact you didn’t bother coming home is grating me.
With new determination, I set out for the office. I practice my speech in my head dozens of times. I keep forgetting all the good points. All my arguments are so stupid, I can poke holes in what I say. I’m getting cold feet as I’m afraid of what you may do to me if I make you angry. Before I know it and before I’m ready, I’m staring at Petra and her cursed beauty. “Why Mr Nobody, you are looking sophisticated and smart today.” Delivered with a sharp smile and unwavering stare into my eyes, I know exactly what she is talking about.
Unfortunately, I’m becoming used to being the butt of office jokes. “I’m here to see Sally, Petra. Is she in?” I try to return my own glare of confidence but I feel myself folding.
“She just entered an expansive meeting with a competitor of ours. I’m afraid she may take quite a while. Can I offer you a piece of cake while you wait?” Petra’s face was stone still, but I could see her eyes laughing at me. This pissed me off so bad.
I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my collar to let my sudden heat out. “No thank you, Petra, I’ve had enough cake to last a lifetime. I’ll be back.” I turn on my heels and almost storm down the hallway. My mind is racing and my anger is making me hot.
I recall Petra mentioning a meeting with Ms Zavala. ‘Where do I know that name….? Oh no, could it be….? No! It can’t be… Think think!’
“In my special conference room” your voice echoes in my head. I stop dead in the hall. Sally’s special conference room? It could only be …
I turn down the hall and enter an empty conference room. Below the picture of Venus de Milo, I push the secret panel and I hear a click. I push open the moveable wall and close it behind me. I walk down the hall as quietly as a cat. I take off my shoes for extra stealth. I hear your voice talking in your unmistakable arrogant tone. I move sideways and watch from behind the two-way mirror.
I cover my mouth and silently gasp. Strapped to a chair is Roxy, unmistakably Roxy. How could Sally possibly know about us? I watch in silent horror as you interrogate her. To my surprise your questions follow a different line than I expected. I’m slack jawed when I find out Roxy is Roxy Zavalas, head of BioTransis, our, well Sally’s, only real competitor in the field. What I took for love and infatuation was just merely a ploy to fuck me to get close to Sally and use me for espionage reasons. I grab my chest and slump in my chair. No this can’t be true. All those nights out, it had to mean something to her too.
Wait, Sally is a master of planting thoughts and compulsions. I wish I could read her mind to see what is truly going on. With that my ears, earrings more specifically, warm. I stare at you and your mind seems to open up to me like a book. I search your mind. I can see your intentions, your desires, your secrets! Open to me!
You begin to question Roxy about how she was able to obtain such secrets from your company. Roxy struggles and says she bought them. Squealing, Roxy’s breasts swell to the size of volleyballs. “Must I remind you once again lies will only result in a larger chest, slut.” You are almost laughing while watching this poor woman being tortured.
Crying now, “It was Joe, alright Joe Nobody, your husband.” You go silent and I can see your wheels turning in your head.
I feel like a trapped dog. The truth about my affair with Roxy is about to come to light. “Tell me what you did with Joe and how does he come into this?” You demand through gritted teeth. Roxy begins to tell her story in great detail how we fucked in our estate. Desperate, I scroll through your mind. It’s hard to describe, I don’t know how I did it but I did. As Roxy goes into detail about our affair, the thoughts of Roxy and me fucking in your bed is making you hot, more than hot, it is striking a deep sexual chord in you. Roxy was going to confess about searching our house and hacking your computer while I slept but you redirected the question back to the many times we fucked. How Joe bent her over the edge of the bed filling her wet cunt with his throbbing cock. The way he could stave off orgasm until she begged for permission to cum. You swallow loudly as your skirt is now soaked. Picturing your husband fucking this whore is now the hottest thing in your life.
I realize now I am somehow altering your mind and I’m loving it, but not nearly as much as you. You keep redirecting Roxy to divulge every dirty detail of each carnal act. Your hand is unashamedly inside your skirt rubbing your clit. At first I love this, but I know I’m being too easy on you. It’s time I took control of the situation. I find I can ease my way into Roxy’s mind as well. I bring all her memories of us fucking to the forefront, so fresh and new. These thoughts bring her a certain amount of need as well. I have her keep you entertained until you decide to plunge your fingers deep within yourself. As much as you try to get off, you just can’t get past the glass wall holding you back. Something important is missing. What you need is…is…
I open the door and walk in. I kiss your cheek. I place my hand on top of yours within your soaking skirt and force it still for just a moment. “Hello dear, miss me?”
I turn to Roxy. “Roxy. Nice to see you again.”
Roxy looks at me and cocks her head. “I’m sorry you must have me confused with someone else. Joe, my name is Candy. Candy Cumdump.”
I turn quickly to you and you smile and shrug. I readjust myself trying to get back on my game. “So Candy, I feel like fucking you right here and now. We can show Sally here just how we love fucking. Any objections Sally.” I make it impossible for you to answer at this moment. You just can’t find the words.
I pick up the former exec and set her on the conference table. I reach inside her skirt and rip her underwear apart like a savage animal. I roll her skirt up over her hips and lay her down on the conference table. The sight of us is making you embarrassingly hot. I grab Candy’s blouse and rip it open. Her breasts spill forth. In a swift motion I grab her hips and slide her over my cock.
Legs wrapped around my back, the adultress’ breasts jostle back and forth with each thrust. You are compelled to fuck yourself. Our fucking is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Yet for some reason you still can’t quite…
The teasing of both of these women has brought me to a crescendo. I pull out and ejaculate all over Candy and the conference table. At this, your own orgasm hits. You have to brace yourself on the table to keep standing. When you catch your breath, you look up to see my cum sprayed on the table, chairs, and floor. Your love for the company finds this unacceptable. I see the anger in your mind as it forms, I twist your thinking slightly. You know of only one solution to fix this. You move over to start licking my mistress and your precious office furniture clean.
SALLY
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I watch Petra lead Joe away. I wish I could be there to observe his evening, being mentally restored but still looking like a silly bimbo. Of course, I fixed it so he would follow my directions exactly. Rather than going home to change first (either clothing or body) he would go directly to dinner, probably to my permanent reservation at L'Ecailler Du Bistrot. I could just imagine him huddled in a trench coat, anxious about his naked, curvy body and having realized that his puppy tail is now a very real thing.
He’d probably eat in a hurry without talking to anyone, eager to get home. I’ll have to have him tell me about how embarrassing his evening was next time I see him.
BUT… right now I have work to attend to. Miss Roxanne Zavalas, CEO of BioTransis, has made a critical error, well, two. First, she planted spies in my company and stole critical research. This much I know, but I’m light on details. I need to know exactly what data she has and from which projects, plus exactly how she got people inside my company.
Secondly, she followed a personal schedule far too closely. Knowing exactly where she’d be and when, my people were able to abduct her cleanly. It will be awhile before there’s any alarm raised, plenty of time to work. I take Petra with me and go down to the interrogation room where Miss Zavalas is neatly strapped into a chair, with a variety of vulgar torture tools for her to look at. Of course, they’re never used.
“Let me go, let me go dammit!” she splutters when she sees us. “I’ll have you arrested, I’ll sue this company into oblivion!” Petra chuckles slightly at the mention of her home plane.
“Petra, I want you to prepare a Pinocchio solution for Miss Zavalas,” I say, ignoring my prisoner’s bluster. “You know the one I want.”
Petra smiles, “Of course Mrs. Nobody. I’ll administer it as soon as it’s finished, and Miss Zavalas will be ready for questioning in the morning.”
I nod and my sexy curvy red skinned assistant turns and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my prey. “You heard her, Roxanne. You just spend tonight thinking about what all you’ve stolen from me, and tomorrow I’ll take your confession.”
“What, no you can’t leave me here,” she says in a desperate voice, struggling at the restraints again, “you can’t do this!”
I smile, that warning smile. “The evidence so far does not support your assertion. Surely you notice that you’re here, in my custody. No one is going to do anything about it. In short, I *can* do this. This and more.” With that I turn and leave, leaving her alone.
I pass by Petra in a chemical lab. I don’t fully understand how she does what she does, combining my technology with her own magic, but it’s done wonders for innovation and it’s a world of fun to boot. “Petra, I will get a little sleep in my office. Please let me know the instant she’s ready for questioning.”
“You won’t be returning home this evening?” she asks without looking up from her work.
“No, it’s best that I don’t. I’ve done enough to Joe for one day, and if I go home tonight, he’ll complain about his evening and I’ll get irritated and do something more to him. Best not to tempt it. Just let him be alone and I’ll deal with him later.”
“Understood, Mrs. Nobody,” Petra answers. “Sweet dreams.”
Of course, I don’t go straight to sleep, rather going back over information, preparing, working. Always working. It takes a lot of time to run a megacorp. Petra is a valuable resource, but even she can’t add more hours to my day. I do finally begin to doze around 1am, and the next thing I know Petra is slightly shaking my arm to gently rouse me. The clock says 5:31a.
“Miss Zavalas is ready” is all she says. I groan and nod and slowly sit up, cursing my former self for staying up so late. Petra hands me a mug of what looks like coffee but I recognize as her Go Juice. I can’t begin to understand how it works, but somehow in addition to being a stimulant, it also acts as a shower in a cup. After nursing the bitter drink for five minutes, I’m as awake and fresh as if I’d had 10 hours sleep and a luxurious bath. It’s a damn shame we can’t market this stuff, but the FDA gets touchy when ‘demon magic’ is on the ingredients list, and besides it’s *very* addictive. Petra’s contract won’t allow her to harm me, so she only offers it to me when it’s safe and important, like today.
“Cancel my appointments and hold my calls, I’ll be unavailable today” I say as I leave for the interrogation chamber.
“Of course, Mrs. Nobody. Happy hunting,” she says.
Ten minutes later I’m back in front of my quarry.
“Let me go, you can’t keep me here!” she says as soon as she sees me, struggling vainly against the restraints, but then suddenly stops as she feels…something.
I smile and chuckle lightly while shaking my head. “I thought we had already been through this,” I say as I watch her blouse begin to shift. “Observe the evidence before stating things that are untrue. There are now penalties for lying,” I add as her modest and professional C cups grow into decidedly busty Ds. The look of shock on her face at her new proportion was delicious.
“H-How?” she begins to stammer but I cut her off.
“You wouldn’t understand and it doesn’t matter. What does matter is what you’ve taken from me and how you took it.”
“B-but this is impossible!” she cries out, only to gasp as her breasts expand again, her new E cups beginning to bulge around her over-matched C cup bra.
“Miss Zavalas, you would do well to keep your disbelief to yourself,” I advise. “Your hysterics are liable to render you immobile if continued.”
She clamps her mouth down, breathing heavily with shock, eyes wide staring at her new gently wobbling bosom. “Now, then, to business. I know you’ve stolen proprietary information, but I don’t know what. You’re going to tell me exactly what you stole and how.” I say, pacing in front of her.
“I, I just arranged for the theft of whatever I could get. I don’t know what was stolen,” she says, sobbing as her E cups grow into Fs.
“Just how big do you want to be?” I ask, rubbing her breast lightly, observing the angry red marks in her skin where the bra is cutting into her.
“Ok, ok, ok! I got an info dump on most of your current research projects, but I really don’t remember which ones,” she says. I wait, hand still on her large mound, but her chest doesn’t move.
“You looked at the reports?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“And you don’t remember what was in them?”
“Well it didn’t really matter I don’t know this stuff, I was going to send it on to the eggheads.”
I chuckle “So Roxanne Zavalas, CEO of BioTransis, has a bad memory, that’s what you’re telling me? Your boobs confirm the story, it’s just incredible. Well, I’ll tell you something else, since you’ll just forget it anyway,” I give her big boob a squeeze and then take a step back from her, “I’m a mind controller.”
“…..what?” Is all she says.
“Yep, I can manipulate your mind. I can make you believe things, I can make you forget things. Of course, it’s my best kept secret, not something I’d tell a business rival, but Roxanne Zavalas hasn’t been seen in quite a while.”
“What are you saying?” she asks quietly, nervously.
“I’m saying I know all about your secret life. Rich and powerful CEO who goes out on Friday nights and walks the streets, giving guys blowjobs in the backseat of their car for twenty bucks.” As I’m talking, I help the memories form, a whore fetish and an addiction to being used. Dressing up in thongs and garters, showing her tits off through passenger side windows. Weekends filled with cum and small bills, then back to work Monday.
“What’s your whore name?” I ask her.
She looks down, ashamed as she answers “Candy….Candy Cumdump.”
“Good name. Serviceable. It’s yours full time now,” I say, causing her to look up sharply.
“What? No, my name is Candy! I…I mean my real name is Candy. No, no this isn’t right. My… name… is… Candy Cumdump. Oh god, you can’t do this to me, ugh!” she grunts as her breasts grow once again, leaving the realm of busty and entering the porn sizes.
“So, a top heavy whore named Candy Cumdump is CEO of BioTransis. Who is going to believe that? No one, but there is still hope for you. Light at the end of the tunnel, if you’ll start answering questions. How did you get my info?”
“I, I bought it” she says, then squeals as her breasts grow to the size of volleyballs. “Must I remind you once again lies will only result in a larger chest, slut.” I smile at her misery, she’s only bringing this on herself. Crying openly now, she says, “It was Joe, alright? Joe Nobody, your husband.”
Her breasts don’t grow. They don’t grow!
“Tell me what you did with Joe and how does he come into this?” I demand through gritted teeth.
“I…I seduced him. It was easy, really, he’s miserable being married to you and was starved for any affection. We went out on a few dates which you didn’t notice because you’re always working, and then one night I convinced him to take me back to your estate. I let him fuck me and then when he fell asleep I…” but I’ve quit listening. For some reason my heart rate has climbed.
“Wait” I command. “Tell me, where exactly did you and my husband fuck?”
“Oh, um…a few different places. He’s…quite the stud and for a moment I was afraid he’d wear me out and I’d never get the chance to hack your…” a few different places. My husband fucked this woman in a few different places in my house. My breathing quickens to keep up with my heart. It’s…arousing.
“So Candy, I want to hear these details in order, it’s very important. Tell me where all my husband fucked you in my house, in order.”
She looks confused for a moment, but then begins to answer. “Well, the first time was a very gentle and loving thing laying in your bed, but he was so good and he wasn’t done and I think my whore fetish took over because I let him bend me over the bed and take my ass, and then I sat on the bathroom floor sucking his cock while he was on the toilet, and then we had a standing session in the shower.” Each word is like a finger in my pussy, alive with pleasure. Listening to this story… it’s the most powerful porn ever! I undo a few of my blouse buttons to let some of the heat escape, and my other hand slips into my skirt.
“But finally, he got drowsy and we went to lay down. Then when he was asleep I…”
“So, you laid on my side of the bed?” I ask, interrupting.
“Um, yeah?”
“And with your holes all stuffed full of his cum, did you leak on my bed?” I press, rubbing myself. I know I need the details of the theft, but right now I’m so fucking hot! It doesn’t matter if I get myself off here, I can just make her forget it, and then I can focus on the interrogation.
“I…probably. I wasn’t wearing any panties at that point,” she says and I gasp, my rubbing turning into full fingering. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life and I need the release, bad!
And then, oddly, her breathing quickens and her cheeks blush. “He’s an animal in bed, he must have fucked my ass for 15 minutes until I was begging him to cum,” she says, panting as if she’s getting aroused reliving the memory. I don’t blame her, I’m gushing over here just hearing it second hand. I add another finger and close my eyes, wishing I could have seen this.
And then out of nowhere I feel a hand on mine, inside my unzipped skirt and stopping me from my ministrations. My eyes pop open to see “Joe?”
“Hello dear,” he says with a knowing smile on his face. “Miss me?” He releases my hand and I immediately begin jilling my clit again. I don’t know what Joe is doing here but it doesn’t matter, nothing matters until I cum, god I’m so close.
“Roxy. Nice to see you again.” he says, turning around to address her. Roxy looks at him and cocks her head. “I’m sorry you must have me confused with someone else. Joe, my name is Candy. Candy Cumdump.” Joe turns quickly to me and I smile while still working myself.
“So Candy,“ he says, working with her new name, “I feel like fucking you right here and now. We can show Sally here just how much we love fucking. Any objections Sally?” you ask. I try to say something, but I can’t. The thought of watching you fucking this woman while I watch… I thought I was on the edge before but my fingers just speed up in anticipation.
Joe unlatches the chair bindings and effortlessly picks up the former exec and sets her on a nearby table. He reaches inside her skirt and rips her underwear apart like a savage animal. I moan at that, that savagery. So does she, I notice. I smile again at how well she’s taking on her whore persona.
Joe rolls her skirt up over her hips and lays her down on the conference table. My breath starts escaping in little audible gasps. Joe looks at me with a smile and I’m horrified at how turned on I am but even more nervous that he’ll stop, but he doesn’t stop, he grabs Candy’s stressed blouse and rips it open, buttons flying everywhere. Then producing a small knife from his pocket, he cuts the front of her undersized bra, letting her volleyball breasts spill forth. In a swift motion he slams the knife blade into the table then grabs her hips and slides her over his cock.
Her legs wrap around his back like the pro she is now, although she has some trouble adjusting to the jostling of her huge heavy breasts, back and forth with each thrust. I’m practically humping my own hands now, four fingers wiggling inside and my thumb rubbing my rock-hard clit while I grind my hips forward. Their fucking is easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Yet for some reason I still can’t quite…finish. Sweat drips off my brow as I finger myself, my other hand in my blouse groping my own breasts. How did I never know how unbelievably hot it was watching my husband fuck other women? And yet I still can’t….
“Ooooh please let me cum,” Candy and I moan simultaneously, and Joe pulls out right then and ejaculates all over her and the conference table. My breath catches in my chest seeing *my husband’s* seed splattered all over Candy’s whorish tits, and just like that I’m cumming harder than I ever have, cumming harder than anyone ever has. I shake and whimper, slumped against the wall as all my strength evaporates into carnal bliss. I lose my balance and have to brace myself on the table to keep standing. Hours seemingly pass while I watch stars burst in my vision, and when I finally catch my breath, I look up to see cum sprayed on the table, chairs, and floor.
It’s….it’s understandable… I mean I just watched Joe cum like a horse, but it’s unacceptable! It doesn’t matter that I just witnessed the most arousing thing I could possibly imagine, *no* one treats my offices with such disrespect! I find my strength, standing up straight I look you in the eyes, preparing to order you to clean up, but then I realize you’d just make a bigger mess. No, there’s only one solution here. I lean over Candy and begin to lick your cum off of her huge quivering volleyballs. She moans as I suckle the cum right off her nipple. I see you smirking at me, just because you couldn’t do this correctly.
I bet you’re getting aroused by this. You watch me lick and suck her boobs clean, then I move on to her tight belly, my tongue ducking in to scoop your cum out of her belly button. I know that big grin on your face is just a mask for how very hard I’m making you. Two can play at this game, after all. The smell of you mingles with her and fills my nose as I begin working on her thighs only inches from her quivering pussy. Finally, I get the last of you off of the newly minted whore and I stand up again and sigh. I’ll have to clean the floor now, but first…
I grab Candy by the wrists, pulling her to her feet and sending her stumbling towards you. Her huge naked breasts bobble as she stumbles, clearly cum drunk. “Joe” I say, and when you look at me, I catch your eyes and hold them. “Get Candy dressed, get her fed, then take her to the airport and get her out of town. Then go to the seedy side of town and hire the skankiest whore you can find. You love fat assed desperate whores, after all. Take her home, have her ready for a show at 9pm. I won’t be late.”
I can see you want to argue, but of course you can’t. With a nod you take Candy with you, preparing to follow my directions to the letter…while I get down on my knees and start cleaning the floor with my tongue. I’ll get Petra to make a batch of Stallion Ale for you. Candy said you came four times…I want to see ten.
