Chapter 1: Introduction
Tom gazed out of the grimy office window, watching the world go by as he sipped his acrid coffee, the bitter taste doing little to improve his mood. Another dreary day in the office, another day of endless emails, pointless meetings, and Margaret's condescending glares. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the tension build up in his muscles. His life was a never-ending loop of monotony, and he was getting sick of it.
A sudden notification on his phone caught his eye. It was a pop-up ad for a new app, promising to revolutionize his life.
"Body Morphing App," it read, "Change anything, anytime." Tom scoffed, but his curiosity was piqued. He clicked on the link, and within seconds, he had downloaded the app and was staring at its sleek, minimalist interface. He could change anything? His heart pounded in his chest. He could change everything.
His life, his job, his... body? Tom's eyes widened as he scrolled through the app's features. He could adjust height, build, even-he squinted-genitalia? He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a mix of disbelief and excitement. This was ridiculous, right? But what if it worked?
"Tom," a sharp voice cut through his thoughts. He looked up to see Margaret, her short blonde hair perfectly in place, eyes narrowed behind her rimless glasses. "I need that report on my desk by EOD."
"Sure thing, Margaret," Tom muttered, turning back to his computer.
He was about to type something when he paused, a mischievous thought crossing his mind. He looked back at Margaret, her back turned as she walked away. He could give her a little... adjustment, just for the fun of it. He opened the Body Morphing App, selecting Margaret's profile. He was surprised to see she was already on the app, her avatar a cartoonish version of her stern self. He grinned, scrolling through her stats. He paused at her bust size, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He increased the slider, watching the number climb. 34D... 36D... 38D...40D... 42D... Tom chuckled, shaking his head. That was ridiculous. But then again, so was this whole situation. He decided to go for it, setting her bust size to an eye-popping 44E. He hit the 'Apply' button, feeling a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips. He looked up just as Margaret turned around, her sharp gaze scanning the room. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then, slowly, her blouse began to strain as her bosom expanded, filling out her suit in a way that made Tom's jaw drop.
Strangely enough, Margaret didn't seem to notice the changes at all. In fact, her suit seemed to stretch with her giant breasts growth to accommodate their new size, as if they had always been that way. She turned and walked into her office like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Interesting, it would seem that nobody could notice the changes Tom made except him. He would have to remember that.
Even still, Tom couldn't help but laugh, his dull day suddenly looking up. He couldn't wait to see what else he could do with this app.
His phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Angela, his girlfriend of five years.
"Hey babe, I'm stuck in traffic. Can you pick up some curry on your way home?"
Tom rolled his eyes. He loved Angela, but sometimes she could be so predictable. He opened the Body Morphing App again, this time selecting Angela's profile.
He scrolled through her stats, smiling as he remembered their first date, how she'd laughed when he'd spilled coffee on his shirt. He increased her stat for 'sense of humor' a bit, hoping she'd find his jokes funnier. Then, he scrolled down to her 'libido' stat. He hesitated, a naughty thought crossing his mind. He grinned, giving her a significant boost.
He pulled up his own profile, made a few changes here and there, and watched wide-eyed as his endowment grew to an impressive 12 inches. This app certainly didn't mess around.
Tom laughed softly to himself, trying to imagine Angela's reaction. He decided to spice things up a bit more, increasing his own 'stamina' and 'ejaculation volume' stats. His phone buzzed again, this time a notification from the Body Morphing App.
"Congratulations! You've unlocked the 'Group Morph' feature. Change multiple people at once with a single tap."
Tom's eyes widened. This could be interesting. He turned his attention to his coworkers, Robin and Alex. Robin was a chatty extrovert who could talk the ear off anyone, while Alex was more reserved, often lost in his own world.
Tom had always thought they'd make an interesting pair, so he decided to give them a little nudge. He selected both of their profiles and brought up the 'Group Morph' feature. He increased Robin's 'charisma' and 'persuasion' stats, grinning as he imagined her becoming even more unstoppable in meetings. For Alex, he boosted his 'creativity' and 'confidence' stats, hoping it would help him come out of his shell.
After Tom applied the changes, he hesitated. He hadn't considered the consequences of his actions. What if Robin became too persuasive and started causing chaos in the office? What if Alex became too confident and started butting heads with people?
This app was powerful, so Tom decided to give it a few more tests before using it on any other people. It did say 'change anything' after all.
Tom looked around for a test subject, and his eyes fell on the long-neglected potted plant by the water cooler. Tom made like he was just getting water from the cooler, and discreetly aimed the app at the plant. Sure enough, the plant had its own profile, just like his coworkers did.
'This poor plant could sure use a pick-me up,' Tom thought.
He increased the 'health' and 'growth rate' stats, and tapped 'Apply.'
Nothing happened for a few seconds, and Tom was about to think the app was a dud when he noticed the plant trembling slightly. Its leaves seemed to gain a shinier tint, and a few seconds later, it started to grow—rapidly.
Tom watched in amazement as the plant stretched its branches, leaves unfurling and reaching for the fluorescent lights above.
Within minutes, it had doubled in size, vibrant and lush in a way that made it look like it had been transplanted from a rainforest. He chuckled to himself, gratified by the results.
"Tom, you coming to the meeting?" Robin called out from the conference room door. She was already dressed in her usual power suit, her hair perfectly coiffed. Tom nodded, gathering his notepad and pen. He paused for a moment, watching Alex enter the room. His gait was a little more confident, his shoulders a bit squarer. Interesting.
The meeting was a blur of spreadsheets and projections, the usual humdrum routine.
Tom tried to focus, but his mind kept wandering to the Body Morphing App, the possibilities it presented. He could change anything, anytime. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. He decided to take it slow, test the limits of the app gradually.
As the meeting wrapped up, Margaret held the floor, her voice commanding as she assigned tasks for the upcoming week. Tom watched as her enormous bust heaved slightly with each breath, the buttons of her blouse straining to contain her. He smirked, trying to keep a straight face. She certainly had everyone's attention, that was for sure.
'I want a piece of that,' Tom decided internally.
Discreetly he opened the app while holding his phone in his lap and pulled up Margaret's profile.
He decided to make her a bit more... approachable. He looked her 'personality' stats and increased her 'empathy' and 'warmth' stats, watching their numbers climb. He also added a little to her 'sense of humor', hoping she'd lighten up and maybe even crack a smile once in a while. To finish it off he added a few custom details. He gave her a secret kink to 'like roleplay,' and also made it so she 'secretly has a crush on Tom.' He also added a last little detail to make her 'okay with polygamy.' If he was gonna have a harem that last one was gonna be a necessity.
After a moment, Margaret seemed to become more relaxed and laid-back as she spoke. Her sharp tongue seemed to soften, and she even cracked a smile when someone made a joke.
Tom was taken aback. This was a side of Margaret he had never seen before. He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, a thrill at the power he now held.
When the meeting adjourned, Tom lingered as everyone else filed out of the meeting room. Eventually it was just him and Margaret.
She was packing up her things, her massive bust heaving with each breath. Tom watched her, trying to keep his eyes on her face but finding it hard not to stare at her impressive assets.
"Tom," she said, not looking up from her papers. "Can you stay a moment? I need to discuss something with you."
Tom swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "Of course, Margaret."
She sat down at her desk, her chair creaking under her weight. Tom sat across from her, trying to keep his eyes level with hers. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms growing sweaty.
Margaret looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.
There was something different about her gaze today, a softness that wasn't usually there. Tom felt a flutter in his stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement.
"So, Tom," she began, leaning back in her chair. "I've been thinking about our team dynamics lately. I want to make sure everyone feels heard, valued. I thought maybe we could try some new approaches."
Tom blinked, surprised. This was a far cry from the Margaret he knew, the one who barked orders and expected immediate compliance. He nodded, trying to hide his shock.
"That sounds... great, Margaret," he managed to say.
She smiled, and Tom felt a strange warmth spread through him at the sight.
He had never seen Margaret smile like that before, not at him, not at anyone. It was disarming, and he found himself smiling back, feeling a strange connection form between them.
"Good," she said, her voice softening even more. "I'm glad you think so. I was hoping you could help me with this, Tom. You have a unique perspective, and I value your input."
Tom felt a surge of pride at her words. He had never been valued like this by Margaret, or by anyone at work, for that matter. He nodded, eager to help.
"Of course, Margaret. Anything you need," he said, his voice steady now, confident.
"Alright, w-well, I was hoping we could do a little...e-experiment," she stammered averting her gaze. Her cheeks were a light pink all of a sudden. "A-a role reversal you might say."
Margaret met his gaze again, but this time there was a shy yet suggestive look hinting to him. Tom was quick to pick up on this and couldn't fight the confident wide grin that settled on his face.
"So you want me to pretend to be the big bad boss for you, is that it?" Tom asked suggestively.
"Y-y-yes! I mean, yes, that's correct." Margaret's face was looking a whole lot redder now.
"I-I want to see what it's like being one of my employees, so I can handle dulling out punishment better, that's all," she explained while nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.
Tom was liking this more and more by the second. He stepped forward and smoothly grabbed her things from her hands and took a seat in the chair she had used during the meeting.
"Alright, go out into the hall. And when you come back in, pretend to be a regular employee who has to explain why she didn't get this week's report in in time. I'll pretend to be you and handle it how I think you would. How's that sound?" Tom asked, a playful smirk on his face. Margaret nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and excitement. She stood up, smoothing out her skirt, and walked out of the office, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts.
He leaned back in her chair, swiveling it gently from side to side, trying to get a feel for the power he was about to wield. He looked around the office, taking in the sterile, impersonal decor. It was time to make some changes.
He opened the Body Morphing App, pulling up Margaret's profile. He wanted to make this believable, after all.
He increased her 'submissiveness' stat, just a touch. He also added a 'kink for punishment' stat, just to make things interesting. He hit 'Apply', feeling that strange tingling sensation again.
Margaret walked back in, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes downcast. Tom felt a surge of power, a thrill at the sight of her like this. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers.
"Well, Margaret," he began, his voice firm yet calm.
"I must say, I'm disappointed in your performance this week. Your report was late, and I've had to spend extra time covering for you."
Margaret flinched slightly at his words, her eyes flicking up to meet his for a moment before darting back down. "I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "I-I didn't mean to let you down. I-I had some personal issues that I couldn't get past."
Tom raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. He hadn't expected her to be so honest, so open. "Personal issues, you say?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair.
"And what might those personal issues be?"
Margaret hesitated, her fingers twisting together in front of her. "I-I'm not sure if I should say," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom leaned back in his chair, putting a fake scowl on his lips. "And why's that? Are these 'personal issues' of a nature that would result in you getting fired?" Tom asked, his voice stern yet curious.
Margaret's eyes widened slightly, and she seemed to shrink into herself a little more. "I-I don't think so," she said, her voice barely audible. "But I-I'm not sure. I-I don't know what to do."
Tom felt a pang of sympathy for her, but he pushed it aside. This was all part of the experiment, after all. He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes locked onto hers. "Well, Margaret, I think it's time you told me what's been going on. I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth."
Margaret took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly as she did so.
Tom couldn't help but notice how her blouse strained against her massive bosom, the buttons threatening to pop off at any moment. He felt a stirring in his pants but pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
"I-I've been having some... trouble at home," Margaret began, her voice barely above a whisper. "My husband and I have been having some... marital issues. He's been distant, and I've been feeling... neglected." Margaret lowered her shoulders and held her hand to her cheek to look like a poor damsel. "It's been hard to focus on work with all that going on."
Tom raised an eyebrow, surprised by her candor. He hadn't expected her to open up like this, regardless of this being an act. He wondered how much of her story was true.
He was intrigued. He leaned back in his chair, his expression softening.
"I see," he said, his voice still firm but gentler than before. "And how does this affect your work, Margaret?"
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his for a moment before darting away again. "I've...been distracted," she admitted. "I've been having trouble focusing, and I've been making mistakes. I know I should be better than this, but I can't help it." She whimpered while sticking out her lip and drooping her head like a sad child.
Tom nodded, understanding. He had been there before, had felt that same distraction, that same inability to focus.
"I see... Well if that's the case then I'm afraid I can only offer you two options." Tom raised two fingers for emphasis.
"One: You pack your things and clear out your office by the end of the day. We have standards to keep at this company and I cannot tolerate any performance that falls short."
"Or two: You find something to direct your focus onto here so your thoughts aren't split between home and the office." Tom's voice was stern yet fair, his eyes locked onto hers. Margaret gasped dramatically and put her hand to her chest, playing up the charade.
"Are you suggesting that I should leave my husband, sir?" she guffawed, her voice over-the-top with disbelief.
Tom sat straight in his chair and shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands in a 'what can you do?' fashion.
"How badly are you willing to keep this job, Ms. Margaret? And who would be the new object of your focus?" Tom leaned back again, spreading his legs suggestively.
An excited look temporarily flashed across Margaret's, but she was quick to cover it up with an exaggerated helpless sigh and shoulder shrug.
"Well, I need this job so I suggest I have no choice to but to go with the latte," she faux-lamented. Tom let the pleased smile cover his face.
"And who would be your new focus?" He asked with a much more suggestive husk in his voice.
"I think we both know the answer to that, sir," she whispered seductively as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. Her confidence was a stark contrast to the bright red flush on her cheeks and the wide grin on her face. She was obviously enjoying herself, and so was Tom's little friend as it strained against his waistband. Margaret was eyeing it like it was the holy grail.
"In that case, we'll need to have an evaluation to see if your new focus would be willing to have you."
"Lets begin right away then!" Margaret panted almost desperately.
She quickly undid his belt and ripped down his fly. She tried to pull down his boxers to release his member, but his proud 12 inches beat her too it.
At the slightest tug, Tom's meaty member sprung free from it confinement and slapped Margaret across the face.
She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Tom's impressive manhood. It was even more impressive than she had imagined.
"Well, well, well," Tom said, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her. "Looks like you're in for a treat."
Margaret's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Tom's massive erection. She had seen plenty of men in her time, but none quite like this. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto Tom's throbbing member.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Tom chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
"You're the one on your knees, Margaret. I think you're supposed to be doing the work here."
Margaret blushed, a deep red spreading across her chest and neck. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. "I-I've never done this before, Tom. I don't know what to do."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "Never? Not even with your husband?"
Margaret shook her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. "He's never been... like this," she admitted, looking down at Tom's impressive erection.
She reached out a tentative hand, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft. She gasped as she felt its heat and hardness, her fingers barely meeting around his impressive girth.
Tom smirked proudly. "Then show me what you'll never be able to do with him."
Tom watched her, his breath hitching in his chest as she explored him. He had never seen Margaret like this, never imagined her so vulnerable, so eager. It was a heady sensation, and he felt a surge of power, of desire.
"Just relax," he murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me guide you."
Margaret nodded, her eyes flicking up to meet his before she leaned in. Tom watched as her tentative tongue darted out, licking the tip of his penis. She closed her eyes, savoring the salty taste of him, before taking him deeper into her mouth.
Tom groaned, his head falling back as he felt the warmth of her mouth envelop him. He had expected her to be awkward, but she was surprisingly eager and skilled. She took him deeper, her lips tightening around him as she bobbed her head up and down.
Tom watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt her warm, wet mouth work him over. He placed his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in her short blonde hair.
"That's it, Margaret," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took him deeper. "Just like that."
Margaret moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down Tom's spine. She seemed to be getting into her role, her initial awkwardness replaced with enthusiasm. She took him deeper, bobbing her head further and further, trying to take him all the way.
She kept pushing until she couldn't possibly reach any lower, and opened her eyes to see how close she had gotten. To her despair there was still a considerable gap between her nose and his pubic hair.
She looked up again and found Tom chuckling down at her. Her gripped her hair and pulled her head up and off his dick. The head popped out with a loud 'pop.'
"You're doing great, Margaret, but if you wanna cover all of me, then you're gonna have to use these babies, too."
He leaned forward and ripped her blouse open with his bare hands, sending buttons flying.
Her enormous breasts spilled out, held up by a flimsy lace bra that couldn't contain her new voluptuousness.
"Well, well, well," Tom said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he looked at her heaving chest. "Looks like you've been preparing for this all along."
Margaret blushed again, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red(if that were possible) as she looked down at her exposed breasts. "I-I hadn't expected to... to be in this situation," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom reached out, cupping one of her breasts in his hand.
He marveled at its size, its weight, its softness. Margaret moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as Tom massaged her breast, his thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. He leaned forward, taking the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Margaret gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself further into Tom's touch.
"Oh God, Tom," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "That feels so good."
Tom smiled against her breast, his teeth gently scraping against her nipple before releasing it with a soft pop. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"You're going to take me in your mouth again, Margaret," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "But this time, you're going to use your tits, and cover every inch."
Margaret's eyes widened slightly, surprise and excitement flashing across her face. She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She took Tom in her hand again, her fingers wrapping around his impressive girth. She looked down at him, her eyes flicking between his cock and her own breasts.
She leaned forward, her mouth joining her hand. She took him deeper this time, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his size.
She couldn't get him all the way in, but she could feel him pressing against the back of her throat, and it sent shivers of excitement down her spine.
Tom watched, his hand back on her head, as she wrapped the base of his shaft in her ginormous breasts. They felt wonderful, like soft, warm pillows wrapped around his hardness, engulfing nearly half of its length. He groaned, feeling the heat from her body radiate into his. They overflowed out of her hands and into his lap. They were just too big to be contained. It was a miracle her bra was able to contain them at all.
"That's right," he murmured, "Work those tits. Show me how much you want this."
Margaret moaned again, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Tom. She grabbed her breasts tighter around him and worked them up and down his length, her mouth and breasts moving in unison, creating a spectacular sight. With each heave of her titanic boobs, they would fall and make a loud 'clap' against his legs.
'Clap' 'Clap' 'Clap' 'Clap'
Tom couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and power at the sight of his boss on her knees, eagerly trying to please him.
He looked down at her, his eyes locking onto hers.
She looked back up at him, her eyes filled with determination and desire, her cheeks still flushed red. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the need to please him, to show him she was worth keeping. He smirked, enjoying the sight.
“You’re a quick learner, Margaret,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I must admit, I didn’t expect this.”
Margaret blushed again, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. She pulled her head off with another 'pop' but kept heaving her sweaty breasts. “I-I want to be good for you, Tom,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to show you that I can be more than just your boss. I can be your lover, your slut, even your goddam pet if I need to! I just want to be your's. I want to be whatever you want me to be." Margaret looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and desire. Tom felt a surge of power wash over him. He loved seeing her like this, so eager, so willing. He reached down, cupping her chin in his hand, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
"In that case, Margaret," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're mine now. And you'll do anything I say, won't you?"
Margaret nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "Yes, Tom," she whispered.
"I'll do anything you want. Just please, please don't throw me away."
Tom smirked, feeling a dark thrill at her desperate words. He tightened his grip on her chin, his other hand moving to her hair, wrapping it around his fist.
"Good girl," he growled. "Now, finish what you started."
With a wide and slightly teary smile, Margaret got back to business and resumed her ministrations on his proud member with even greater effort. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sealing around him tightly as her massive breasts squeezed together around his shaft.
Tom groaned loudly, tossing his head back and letting out a deep sigh of pleasure. He watched as Margaret's face turned red with the effort, her saliva dripping down onto her bouncing breasts. She looked up at him with utter devotion in her eyes, determined to give him all she had.
He reached down with his other hand and grasped her left breast, squeezing it firmly before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Margaret moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that made his toes curl.
"Fuck, Margaret," Tom groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're doing so fucking good."
She looked up at him again, her eyes watering slightly as she continued to deepthroat his cock. She wanted to prove herself, to show him that she could be the best at everything, even this.
Tom looked down at her, watching as her massive breasts slapped against his thighs with each bob of her head. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel the tension in his balls as they tightened, ready to release.
He looked down at Margaret, her face flushed, her eyes watering, her massive tits heaving as she took him as deep as she could. He groaned, the sound low and guttural.
"That's it, Margaret," he growled. "Keep going. Take it all."
She moaned around his cock, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she took him deeper, her nose pressed against his pelvis. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could feel her gag reflex kick in, but she didn't stop. She kept going, her eyes watering even more, but she didn't stop.
Tom could feel the pleasure building in his balls, could feel the heat spreading throughout his body. He was close, very close.
"Fuck, Margaret," he groaned, his hips starting to buck harder. "I'm going to come. You want it? You want my load in your mouth, on your tits?"
Margaret nodded, her eyes wide and full of desperation as she tried to take him even deeper. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could taste his precum, and she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.
"Yes, sir," she managed to say around his cock.
"I want it all."
Tom groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as she worked him with her mouth and breasts. He could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading from his balls to his cock. He was close, so close.
"Here it comes, Margaret," he growled, his hips now moving in short, sharp thrusts. "Take it all, you little slut. Swallow every last drop."
Margaret made a noise of agreement, her throat working around his cock as she took him deeper still. Tom could feel her nose pressing against his pelvis, her eyes watering as she fought to take him all.
He groaned, the sound low and guttural, his grip tightening on her hair. "That's it, you dirty little whore," he growled. "Take it like a good girl."
Just as he said those words, he felt the pressure in his balls releasing, his cock pulsing as he came. He roared, his hips jerking as he felt his hot, thick load filling Margaret's mouth. She took it all, her eyes watering as she swallowed every last drop, her throat working around his cock.
Tom groaned, his body shaking as the last of his cum left him.
He looked down at Margaret, her eyes wide and full of surprise as she swallowed the last of his load. She pulled back, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her eyes meeting his. She smirked, a small drop of his cum clinging to her lip. She flicked her tongue out, catching the drop before it fell. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction and lust.
"Mmmm," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Delicious."
Tom smiled, his body still shaking as he came down from his high. He looked at her, his eyes filled with appreciation.
"Good girl. You took it all, just like I told you to."
Margaret smiled, her cheeks still flushed from the effort. "I want to be a good girl for you, Tom," she said, her voice still low and sultry. "I want to please you."
Tom licked his lips, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her massive breasts, her wide hips, her long legs. He felt a stirring in his loins, his cock already ready for another round.
"Prove it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show me what you can do."
Margaret licked her lips eagerly. "Yes, sir!"
Tom could get used to this new app. And he wasn't done with it by a long shot.