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Story: Master PC: Gaps in Time 3

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to JR Parz for his original idea and comments and with apologies to him for any lack of quality. Any of the story’s faults are my own. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at .

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Maria sat in her cage, her face resting in her hands, thoughts whirring through her mind. She’d never been attracted to women before in her life. She’d appreciated that some other women were good looking, or had fit bodies that she had envied, but she’d never felt anything sexual towards another woman before. Now her mind struggled to deal with an onslaught of new information.

First of all, she had seen herself ravage and fuck another woman – but Foxx had just played with her mind, like he’d done over and over. She didn’t even remember it. Secondly, there was last night. She had been so aroused by the video, so hot she had been dripping. She had begged this woman to make her cum – but there were the vibrators and those clothes pushing and tugging at her body. He may not have messed with her head that time (or had he?) but he’d had her teased by those wicked toys for what seemed like hours while she’d been forced to stand there and watch two people having wild sex on tape. So what if they were women, and if one of them was actually her – that turned on by the toys she would have begged to cum by any means.

What she was having the hardest time with was right now. Every time she lifted her eyes to Denise’s body, trapped in a cage just like her own, and saw the curves of her flesh, saw her painted fingernails pressing into those firm, round DD tits, saw those rock hard nipples projecting out so far from them she felt a new hunger deep inside her body. It was lust – she had sort of felt it before, but never this strong. She wanted, she needed, to feel her hands on Denise’s tits, to trap those nipples between her teeth, to suck and lap at them. Maria found that if she let her mind go, it would just fill up with a litany of disgusting things she wanted to do to Denise, and have her do them to her. She felt her clit tingling and her juices flowing between her legs.

Denise could see it, and probably smell it to, and she was taunting her. Her fingertips closed over her nipples and she would roll them back and forth. She ran her hands over her body. Denise was clearly VERY happy with the changes Foxx had made, even if she didn’t know the source. Every few minutes she would push two fingers into her pussy and draw them out slick and glistening, and spread the nectar of her arousal over her belly, her breasts, her nipples and up to her mouth to suck.

Foxx came in to free Maria and send her on her way to prepare for work. Denise was kept caged for now, and as Maria left the room she turned back to see Denise licking her lips, and pressing her tits against the wire grid of her cage. After her shower, Maria dressed in the outfit Foxx had laid out: five inch heeled thigh-high leather boots, black thigh-high stockings, a fitted lycra-cotton skirt and a skin tight top with a neckline that plunged deep between her breasts, pulled together with laces. The top revealed a great deal of the top and sides of her breasts. She was allowed a jacket over top, but it was not large enough to fully cover her, and Foxx had removed all the buttons from her jackets, so they would fall open as she moved anyway. She was ready to go and was gathering her things, eager to get away from Denise, trying to avoid whatever might happen as a result of these new and unwelcome emotions.

Foxx’s voice stopped her, before she could lay a hand on the doorknob, “One more thing, Maria, you’re outfit isn’t quite complete yet.”

She stopped and turned back to him. With a smile and a small finger gesture, he drew her back to him. He guided her back into her room, and back into view of caged Denise. She was still locked in, stripped, and clearly still in heat. Foxx guided Maria to stand about two feet from Denise’s cage, facing away from her.

“Bend over, slut,” was his simple command. She leaned forward at the waist, pausing once she had her body at about ninety degrees, her hands on her knees. “More,” he said. She leaned even further, surprising herself a bit with her flexibility until her hands reached down to softly grip her ankles. Foxx used his feet to nudge at the inside of her ankles, so she spread her legs farther, as much as the tight skirt would allow. Rather than accept this, Foxx just took hold of the hem of the skirt and hiked it up to her waist and spread her legs farther. Bent over as she was, Maria was now looking back at Denise in her cage, and she blushed to a deep red. Denise’s eyes were as wide as saucers, looking up at Maria’s very well displayed cunt and ass. She looked like drool was going to start pouring out of her mouth, and her flesh was pushed up against the side of her cage. She seemed like an animal in heat. The humiliation of it only increased as Maria realized that was likely exactly how she herself looked while feeling the primal urge to suck those tits into her mouth.

What shocked her out of this contemplation was the sudden aching stretch of Foxx filling the tightness of her ass with a plug. She moaned as he twisted and pushed it into her. She felt a bit of lubrication over it, but not enough in her opinion. Of course Denise’s eyes seemed full of wicked glee to see her stuffed full like this. Finally, when she felt she was about to split in half, there was a small reprieve as the widest part of the plug popped into her. Her own body now held the toy tight inside her. A hand on her shoulder guided her back upright. Foxx tugged down her skirt once more and slapped her on the ass. “There you go my little whore. That ought to keep you thinking of me and Denise and of what exactly you are.” And he sent her to work.

Every step of the short walk to work was a new torture. Each stride reminded her of the plug stuffing her ass full. Foxx’s choice of a skirt was tight enough to also force her into short strides, and each step caused the plug to tease her further. At least being away from Denise seemed to calm her unwelcome new desires. As she walked to work, trying not to let the plug affect her stride too visible, she cautiously looked around and was pleased to find that she at least did not ache to suckle every breast she saw.

Finally at work, she settled into what was becoming a new routine. She faced an audience in the various corridors as she made her way to her office. With her new breasts and revised wardrobe choices of late, her entry each morning had become something of an event, with both men and women trying to act nonchalant as their eyes moved over every inch of her. Maria couldn’t do anything but try to pretend nothing was unusual but she felt the heat rise in her cheeks every time. Today she was sure she even saw one of her male employees lick his lips as his eyes scanned down to the exposed flesh between her full breasts.

During the balance of the day, she would keep to office as much as possible, and as such she only had to deal with her assistant Deb. Deb would try to be discreet as she took in the changes, and to date she had never asked about any of it. As Maria waved her quick greetings to her this morning, she found herself doing a not-too-subtle double take before ducking into her office. It seemed that Deb was taking Maria’s new dress code to heart. In a change from her traditional conservative suits and sweaters, it seemed that she had chosen a much lower cut of top than usual. Of course, compared to the getup that Maria found herself in, Deb still seemed like a nun, but it was quite a change for her. The cut of that top, or perhaps a new choice of bra, even had Deb’s breasts looking a bit larger.

With the morning gauntlet of leering workers and Deb’s new top, it was almost enough to make Maria forget about her plugged ass. However, it was brought back to the front of her mind again the moment she sat down. She moaned out loud as it pushed deeper into her aching ass. “What a week this is going to be,” she sighed to herself.

Work was becoming less and less a refuge for Maria. Foxx continued his use of toys on her, tormenting her and keeping her aroused each day. He alternated between the plug in her ass and strapping a dildo in her sex. The plug was a humiliating and aching sensation for the entire day, but the dildo was a different kind of torture as it kept her horny and wet all day long. The dildo was held inside her with the use of locking leather straps, and she knew that if it wasn’t locked, she’d quickly be the toy to drive herself to a much needed orgasm. As it was, she was forced to simmer all day long.

Finally it was Friday and her outfit consisted of a plunging leather halter top showing a great expanse of the flesh of her D cup breasts. It closed with a zipper of the front and a brightly shining ring at the top of the zipper was constantly swaying and drawing more stares. As well, hidden underneath the matching leather skirt she wore was a particularly large dildo filling her with aching need with every motion. She caught herself hungrily looking down the top of Deb’s latest blouse when she had come in to get letters signed. At it wasn’t even lunch time yet.

She had to find some way to distract herself she chose one of the more detailed reports awaiting her review with the hope of filling her mind with those details instead. She moved to the couch to get as comfortable as she could with that toy locked up inside her. The specifics of the report battled inside her head with the sensations of her body. She rubbed her eyes, trying to concentrate, and instead just drifted off to sleep.

Maria drifted awake, her mind taking in the sensations of her body. She moved her body a touch, enough to realize she was back in her cage, feeling the now-familiar padding beneath her and the restrictions in movement that its small size dictated. Something seemed to be rustling, but she didn’t give it too much though for the moment. She felt a bit of an ache in her jaw and a healthy amount of drool, and as her fingers slid up to her face she found that she was locked into a bit gag, with a rubber bar held tight between her teeth. Its leather harness not only pulled the bit back, but also wrapped over and around her head. She sighed as she had learned to hate this type of gag. Not only did it keep her mouth open and keep her from speaking, but she was unable to avoid constant drooling.

Maria had avoided opening her eyes partly from sleepiness, but also out of fear that the Denise might be caged beside her as an unavoidable object of lust for her. She didn’t hear any breathing, so she decided to risk it. Her immediate reaction was a scream, muffled by the gag. She wasn’t caged in her room, but instead in the middle of her office. Other than her wrist and ankle cuffs, her collar and the gag, she was completely naked. Lengths of chain linked each of her cuffs to a corner of the cage. Her mind began to race in panic. Deb or anyone else could walk in at any minute. How the hell would she explain this? She was stripped and dressed up like some kind of sex slave, chained like an animal in a cage. Fuck, she didn’t even know if she had done this to herself!

Maria tried to calm down and to pace her thoughts. “First things first”, she thought, “what time is it? Hell, what day is it?” She strained to move inside the cage and look around her office. The clock showed 2 o’clock, and there was sunlight outside, so she knew it was the afternoon, just not which day. She listened close, and it was just too quiet outside her door. It must be the weekend, she determined, as the normal weekday buzz of conversations, phones ringing and workings strolling and chatting would be perceptible. There was at least one blessing; now she hoped she just had to worry about the cleaning staff finding her this way.

Maria knew this cage well enough by now to know that there was no getting out of it until she was let out. This only added to her frustration. There was nothing she could do but wait. With the chains locked onto her cuffs, she couldn’t even properly cover herself. And what could she hope for? She didn’t want to be found by anyone from the office or anyone from the cleaning staff. And having Foxx arrive would only mean even further humiliation and use of her body to tease her or please him.

She was jerked out of her daze by a knock on her door. Her body tingled and shook. Gagged, she couldn’t answer if she wanted to. She wasn’t about to invite anyone in, but she couldn’t keep them out either. Her eyes, wide as saucers, were trained on the door handle. After another knock and timid “hello,” the door started to slowly open. Maria tried to cover herself as much as she could, but it was a futile exercise. Her mind raced for explanations she might use.

In walked Denise. She burst into a broad smile and strolled into the office, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a slutty costume version of a secretary’s attire. Her spike heels were at lease five inches tall, and she wore black stockings held high by garters. Her skin tight black latex skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass and left a good three or four inches of bare flesh visible above the tops of the stockings. From Maria’s vantage point on the floor, she could also tell that Denise had not bothered with panties. Denise’s DD cup breasts were held very high and full by an red lace bra that didn’t quite manage to cover her stiff nipples. The crisp white blouse she wore over it seemed just to accentuate them. It was open so low that the bra was clearly exposed and was so tight that it could not possibly buttoned over those mounds in any case. To complete the outfit, she wore bright red lipstick with fingernails painted to match. A small briefcase swayed in her right hand.

“Hi, pet,” Denise cooed, “you look sooooo pretty in your little cage.” Maria could only blush, forcing her eyes to the ground. She was humiliated by her predicament but also by the unwanted desires that filled her as soon as she drank in each of Denise’s curves.

Denise set her things down on Maria’s desk and approached the cage. Pulling a key from the deep crevice between her breasts, she unlocked Maria’s cuffs and then the cage. She attached a leash to Maria’s collar and with a tug urged her out onto the carpeted floor. Crawling on all fours, following close behind Denise, Maria was led over to the seating area. She couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at Denise’s tight ass swaying in the tight skirt.

“Stay still, pet,” Denise commanded as she reached out to gather up her bag once more. She drew out a couple of two-foot-long wooden dowels that seemed to have metal rings on the ends. Their use became clear as Denise knelt down and locked them between Maria’s cuffs. She was now trapped on all fours, the dowels holding her wrists and ankles apart. To complete this latest humiliation, Denise added leather straps just above Maria’s knees and with a third bar similarly pulled and held her thighs apart. Next, Denise pulled out a short length of rope. At first, Maria only felt fiddling at the gag’s straps at the top of her head and at the back of her collar, but then the rope was drawn tight and her head was pulled back. She had no choice now but to look ahead.

As she watched Denise slide a tape into her VCR and grab the remote control, Maria realized with resignation that of course she was pointed at the TV. Denise just giggled and dropped onto the sofa directly behind her. Maria moaned, knowing she was so widely spread open before Denise, and in real fear of what the tape would show her. Bound up as she was she couldn’t even turn away. Maria heard the drop of Denise’s shoe hit the floor and felt her stocking-coved foot tease at the inside of her spread thighs as the TV flickered to life.

Maria saw herself sitting and working behind her desk. It must have been Friday, as she was wearing that leather halter. Seeing it on tape, Maria was mortified how much of her cleavage was displayed. At that zipper just seemed to be begging to be pulled down. As the tape continued, she watched herself stop working, and pull open a drawer in her desk. She pulled out long black latex gloves and drew them on, smoothing them out as they extended past her elbows. Then she stood and walked out from behind the desk. Bound on the floor, Maria let out a gag-muffled gasp as she saw that her on-screen persona had clearly changed since Friday morning. Gone were her skirt and heels, replaced by knee-high spike heeled boots, black latex elbow-length gloves and a pair of latex hot pants tight enough to show the rings piercing her labia. She hopped up onto the front of her desk and reached back to grab the phone. As she dialed, one hand went up to tug the zipper of her top down a few inches, exposing even more of her breasts.

Maria’s eyes were wide in disbelief, seeing herself act and dress this way at work, in her own office. It was bad enough to have been caged here, but it seemed so much worse to see herself dressing so wantonly, flaunting herself in that outfit. And as she squirmed on the floor under the teasing touch of Denise’s fingers and toes, drooling around her gag, she knew it would only get worse.

On the screen she watched herself dial the phone and wait for an answer. Oh god, who would they make her call?

“Deb, could you please come in here?” Oh dear god, not that!

Moments later, Deb came into the office. She closed the door behind her by instinct and had gotten about two strides more into the office before she froze, finally seeing Maria perched and displayed on her desk.

“Oh, Ms. Delacruz, I’m sorry… ummm… what?” The poor girl was clearly in shock.

The on-screen Maria clapped her gloved hands together. “Don’t worry, sweet Deb, I’ll explain everything. Just relax.”

It was clear that Deb was anything but relaxed, but she froze in place, dropping her notepad as her arms drifted down to her sides. Without another word, Maria clapped her gloved hands together twice. The camera turned back to Deb, though at first nothing seemed to be happening. After a few moments though, it became obvious what the clap had triggered. Deb’s breasts were growing visibly. Deb’s eyes shot down to her own chest, as she could obviously feel it, but she didn’t seem able to move any other part of her body. Her breasts just kept growing, filling her top and straining against the cups of her bra. Finally, her bra could bear no more and the clasp gave way. Her breasts didn’t stop but pushed more and more at the straining buttons of her blouse. One by one, the buttons started to pop and the mounds of flesh flowed out. When it finally stopped, they were at least EE cups, firm, with perfect pink nipples, standing out more nearly an inch, and Deb’s top was torn beyond repair around them.

“I’ve noticed you staring at my tits ever since they got enlarged, Deb, so I thought you’d like some new ones yourself.” As she spoke, Maria reached out to grab Deb’s erect nipples and she pinched them hard. The reaction was instant and you could see Deb’s body shiver from head to toe. “You’ll notice that they are very sensitive too, Deb, and that teasing them alone is enough to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” One more, Maria pinched and pulled at the girl’s breasts, causing another wave of pleasure and visible spasm.

“Now I’ll show you the rest.” Maria continued, and with the help of a pair of scissors she stripped Deb. Her ruined top and bra as well as her skirt and panties were soon just pieces of tattered fabric scattered around her. It was now evident that the change had been to more that just her breasts. Deb’s body was now wickedly curved, her belly tight and smooth, her ass was rounded and firm. Any hair she might have had below her neck was long gone, and the lips of her cunt seemed full and swollen. Topping it all off were still the remarkable breasts, swelling out from her chest so full and round. Maria’s gloved hands roamed all over them.

Deb seemed to drift in a daze, amazed by the changes, and delighted. Her hands moved beneath her new breasts, holding them up, bouncing them. She stared to pinch and tease her own nipples, and was rubbing her free hand between her legs. Then with another clap of Maria’s hands, Deb’s arms slid back into place at her sides. Maria approached her holding a large black marker in her fingers. The camera captured the malicious glee as Maria began to use the marker on Deb’s body. She wrote, “Suck my titties” across her chest; “I love to suck pussy” across the small of her back and “I am Maria’s whore” soon decorated her belly. Maria moved back to the edge of the desk to admire her work. Deb didn’t seem to have the presence of mind to register humiliation; instead she seemed to be trapped in a lusty daze.

Leaning back against the edge of the desk, Maria tugged down her pants. She spread her legs wide and snapped her fingers. Still in her daze, Deb approached and dropped onto her knees. It was hypnotizing to watch her mammoth breasts bounce as she moved. With clear hunger, Deb pushed her face between Maria’s spread legs and began to devour her.

Watching this transpire, bound on the floor, Maria was mortified. She had fought to keep her humiliation as much of a secret as she could, but now she’d be made to seduce and humiliate her own assistant. Mixing with these emotions were others that she fought futilely against. On the sofa behind her, Denise was now working at her dripping cunt with both hands, causing her to moan and squirm in her bonds. At least that provided cover for the building lust Maria was feeling watching the tape.

On screen, the dressed and domineering Maria was also clearly enjoying the changed Deb. Her fingers were entwined in Deb’s hair, pulling her closer and tighter. Maria’s head was rolling back and her moans joined the sounds of Deb’s eager slurping. After a few minutes of Deb’s ministrations Maria pushed her backwards, guiding her right onto her back on the floor. Maria kneeled over her and lowered her cunt to Deb’s lips and tongue. Her gloved hands teased and slapped at Deb’s full breasts. As Maria writhed on top of Deb’s face, she gathered up a rather large vibrator, covered all over with raised nubs, and plunged it into Deb’s dripping pussy. As she rode Deb’s mouth and tongue, she started to steadily and quickly fuck her with the toy. The moans of the two of them were growing in volume and intensity. God knows what anyone passing by outside that door would have thought.

Suddenly the moans turned into gasping and screaming. Both girls on screen were cumming hard. Lost in the world of the taped scene, Maria, bound on all fours, barely noticed Denise moving behind her. Not until she felt her cunt rammed full of an eight inch vibrating dildo. In seconds her groans were echoing those on the tape. Maria had gotten so aroused watching herself use Deb and the her mammoth tits, those fleshy balloons swaying and bouncing, that she came in seconds, gushing her juices around the toy Denise drove into her.

As she came down she was in a daze. She continued to drool helplessly around her gag as she watched the end of the tape. On screen, Deb still in her trance, was given just a tiny pair of satin shorts and a white tank top at least two sizes too small. The fabric of the top strained over the orbs of her breasts and her stiff nipples were making small tents in the fabric. Maria’s markings on Deb’s flesh were all clearly visible. Maria simply kissed her hard on the lips, slapped her ass, and told her to go home. The tape ended.

Maria could barely think. Denise locked her back in her cage, including re-locking all four cuffs to the cage, so that she was stuck in her position of kneeling on all fours. To additionally humiliate her, Denise had left the dildo pushed into her cunt. Now what was she going to do? Would Deb remember what happened? How much would she remember? What would Maria say? Had anything happened to her on the way home? It seemed like the beginning of the end – Foxx was now humiliating her at work, using her right in her own office, and using her staff.

Maria was back where she started the day – stripped, locked up, and caged. Of course, now it was worse, and the large dildo pushed inside her would be the first thing seen by anyone coming in – Denise had thoughtfully turned the cage around to ensure that. She was caged and helpless, losing complete control of her life, as the sun set outside and she was left in darkness. Finally, emotionally and physically spent, she drifted to sleep.

Maria slowly woke. Her eyes snapped open. She was relieved to find that she was at home – stripped, cuffed, collared and caged, but at least at home. She shook her head at what her life was becoming. Foxx entered a few minutes later to release her from her cage and uniform and to allow her to shower. She relished the feel of the hot water and soap on her flesh, as she stank from sweat and her own juices.

After a good twenty minutes, she reluctantly forced herself to leave the shower. Foxx entered while she was toweling off. He tossed her some clothes.

“Put those on, pet, you’ve got an errand to run,” he said, smirking at her.

She looked at the outfit and silently sighed. Of course there were no panties or bra. She slid on the pants, which stretched over her curves. They rode very low and they closed with laces above her pussy. The top was a bright red spaghetti strapped tank top that left her belly exposed and stretched tight across her breasts. The fabric teased her pierced nipples and they stiffened quickly. Lastly she slipped her feet into the strappy black heels he’d chosen.

There were tears forming in Maria’s eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. She turned to Foxx. “What errand do you want me to do like this?”

“Why, groceries, of course,” he laughed as he handed her a list and tucked a couple folded $20’s into her top. “Though, I’m not sure I like the fit of that top on you. Do you?”

Maria looked down at her breasts, pushed upward by the tight top. “No, not really,” she replied.

“It’s agreed then, and I’ll fix that,” Foxx declared and led her out to the living room. Rather than select a new top, he went to his computer, open on the dining room table. After a few keystrokes, Maria felt her breasts tingle, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She felt the top tighten rather than loosen. Foxx just smiled and licked his lips as her breasts grew, stretching her top even more obscenely. When the tingling stopped, she gathered she was at least another cup size larger. She could feel the increased weight of them, and her nipples tingled even more agonizingly as the top was that much tighter. The neckline had been tugged down farther, exposing even more of her smooth curving flesh.

Foxx clearly liked the change, and Maria could see the bulge building in his jeans. Rather than act then on his arousal, he simply turned her to see herself in the mirror, and then pushed her out the door. “Don’t come back without the groceries, pet,” he stated firmly, and the door closed and locked.

Maria found herself locked out in the hall before she had really had time to take it all in. Her body was still tingling and dealing with the fact that once again her breasts and grown, not to mention how she barely fit in her clothing. Her eyes darted up and down the hall as she became aware of her surroundings enough to realize she’d better avoid her neighbors. Not wanting to risk the elevator like this, she ducted into the stairway. After about one flight, she realized that this may not have been a great idea either, as her DD breasts were bouncing madly with the rhythm of her descending the stairs. The motion was teasing her nipples mercilessly and they felt stiff enough to poke through her top. But there was no way she was going to expose herself in this costume to anyone who might call the elevator, so she soldiered on. She felt like a fool, but she found that if she held her own breasts tight in her hands, she could reduce their bouncing.

This was the sluttiest she’d been dressed in public, and people took notice as soon as she reached the sidewalk. Men of all ages were blatantly staring. Women looked at her with disgust. Finally reaching a small market, she tried to locate the groceries on the list as quickly as possible. At least two male teenagers had followed her inside and were eagerly taking in each move of hers. She heard them groan out loud when she leaned down to select one item from the bottom shelf.

Finally she had all the items and made her way to the cash. With everything totaled up, the bill was just over $25. She reached into her top for the cash, drawing a wide eyed stare from the young man working the till. After an embarrassing few moments trying to locate the bills, she tugged them out. Unfolding them, she cursed silently. Foxx had only given her two ten dollar bills. She was short.

“I don’t have enough,” was all she could mutter.

“Um, can you put something back?” the teenager responded, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

“No, I can’t.” Maria didn’t dare come home without everything on the list.

“Well, I dunno then,” was his dazed response.

Maria felt close to panicking. More and more eyes were on her. The clerk was entranced by her nipples now, and the two that had followed her in were drinking in her profile as she shifted her weight back and forth from one leg to the other. Finally she did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed the bottom of her top and yanked it up. Her breasts sprang out, her nipples diamond hard, her gold rings glinting. The clerk nearly fell right off his feet. Grabbing the bag of groceries, she ran out of the store, fighting to get herself covered once more as she fled out onto the street.

Running back into her building, she realized she had no keys with her, and had to buzz up to get back in. Foxx made her wait, and insisted she hold each grocery item in turn to the security camera. Tears were flowing down her face by the time he let her back inside. Once inside her apartment finally, she dropped the groceries and simply collapsed in tears.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her cage. She felt rested, so she guessed that it was a new day. To her dismay, her breasts had remained at the larger size. She knew something else was bugging her, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it. She figured it was just leftover anxiety from her humiliation yesterday.

The clothing selected by Foxx wasn’t too bad. The skirt was tight, but at least it was knee length. The top had a low cut scalloped neckline and buttoned up the front. It was fitted to her form, of course, and hugged her full breasts from below and displayed the swells of flesh like a dessert platter for horny men. She gathered her things and waited at the door for Foxx. As per his new ritual, he selected a silicone butt plug, lightly lubricated it, and wiggled it into her asshole as she moaned. Then her skirt was smoothed down once more and she was off.

Walking to work, fending off the usual batch of catcalls and whistles, she still couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of her mind. She arrived early, before most others, so she felt rather thankful as she settled into her office without running into anyone.

After about a half hour, she heard a timid knock on her door and saw it creak open.

“May I come in, Ms. Delacruz?” Deb almost whispered.

She stepped inside. As soon as she saw Deb’s mammoth EE cup breasts enter her office, a good half step before Deb did, it all came crashing back into Maria’s mind. Deb had clearly tried to dress conservatively, but there was no hiding those tits. She remembered watching them grow so full they tore open her clothes, she remembered cutting Deb’s clothing, she remembered using her on the floor. Maria sat in her chair, speechless, unable to react as the girl came forward. Her eyes were full of fear and confusion, emotions Maria remembered all too clearly.

“Ms. Delacruz, I just don’t know what happened,” Deb nearly wept. “I woke up at home, I don’t know how I got there, and my body was like this! And I was wearing, oh god, it was terrible, so small. And… um… I found horrible writing on my body, and, ummm… I had your name on me, Ma’am.” Deb was stammering, clearly ashamed of what she was saying, of how she was exposing herself. “And, I don’t know, Ma’am, but you seemed different lately too, so I was just hoping you could tell me what’s happening to me.”

Maria had no idea how to start. How do you explain to your assistant that just because she works for you, some man is going to take over her life and body and use her as his plaything? She didn’t think she could form the words. Before she could try, the door to her office closed. Both Maria’s and Deb’s eyes shot over to it, and there was Foxx.

“Deborah my dear, don’t you worry, I can explain everything. To start with, if anyone asks you about your new breasts, which you will always refer to as ‘tits, jugs or hooters’, you’ll just tell them that you wanted yours to be as big as your bosses. Speaking of them, before we continue, why don’t you both show Mr. Foxx your lovely tittes, and I’ll make everything clear.”

Both Maria’s and Deb’s eyes shot wide open. While they both showed signs of the intense humiliation they felt, Maria’s also indicated anger where Deb’s were just filled with confusion. Neither, however, were able to stop their own hands from tearing open their blouses and exposing their full, bouncing breasts.

TO BE CONTINUED