Chapter 1: Introduction
The office didn't intimidate Amanda Walters. After all, she'd chosen the decor herself—gleaming mahogany as dark and polished as an obsidian mirror; the wall of east-facing windows stretching out like a glass jaw. Fearlessness had never been a question for her. It was a point of pride, one of the many virtues that had gotten her to where she was at the ripe age of twenty-seven: an MBA, two doctorates, and the crown of CEO for a Fortune 500 company.
With a slender frame and short, gleaming platinum hair, Amanda Walters moved through the world with the precision of a laser, unyielding and focused. A staunch feminist and borderline asexual, she didn't have time for distractions.
She was the alpha and omega of her micro-cosmos, her universe centered around the sleek, minimalist space that served as both her sanctuary and domain. The ever-present hum of the air conditioner mingled with the soft clatter of keys in a symphony she rarely noticed anymore.
It was white noise against which she crafted her empire, the harmonious lullaby to which she ruled her subjects.
Amanda's latest subject in this meeting was a soft-spoken investor named Charles. An unremarkable man as far as Amanda was concerned, but nevertheless essential for the continued success of her enterprise.
They sat at her mahogany desk, papers and graphs spread before them. Charles spoke fervently about growth potential, and Amanda nodded obligingly.
He was a typical Wall Street cat: polished shoes, slicked-back hair, bespoke suit. She knew the type. She had probably passed him at stock exchanges or corporate retreats, but she couldn't recall a specific encounter.
They delved further into their discussion about financial strategies, but, just then, Amanda felt it. She could feel something unusual happening in her chest. Her breasts felt different—heavier, almost intrusively so. She glanced at Charles, hoping to resume their conversation seamlessly, to not disrupt the polished veneer of her façade.
But the nagging sensation in her chest didn't go away, and it began to distract her. It was strange, like something had invaded her body and was growing larger by the second. Amanda knew that she couldn't maintain the proper decorum of a meeting under these circumstances, so she quickly looked for an excuse to head to the bathroom to get a better idea of what was happening to her, clearing her throat at the wall street investor.
"Charles, if you wouldn't mind, I need to step out for just a minute. I have some.. pressing matters to attend to."
Charles blinked but quickly nodded, understanding her wish for a brief intermission. "Of course, Amanda. Please take your time."
Quickly making her way to the restroom, Amanda was overwhelmed by the increasingly uncomfortable sensation in her chest. As soon as she was in the white tiled room and had shut the door behind her, Amanda's eyes shot to the nearest mirror, desperate for a better look at what was happening to her. As soon as she took in the sight of her reflection, Amanda's jaw dropped. Even beneath her conservative business suit the change was obvious.
Amanda's usually modest chest now pushed against the fabric in a way that was impossible to hide or deny. She tried to shake off the utter shock, but had little time to do so as the top two buttons on the blouse flew off the shirt, breaking as they struggled to contain her changing body.
Amanda's shocked eyes looked downward, staring at the newfound cleavage which spilled out from her silk garment. She frantically undid several more of the buttons on her blouse before they broke under the strain of her expanding chest, wanting to preserve as much of her remaining blouse as possible. Worse, her bra was beginning to dig badly into her back and shoulders.
The discomfort was so intense, Amanda's fingers trembled as they fumbled with the clasp. Finally, it popped open, and she shrugged off her small b-cup bra, tossing it aside. She closed her eyes in relief as she dropped it by her side and quickly added her blouse and business jacket onto a pile on top of it. Amanda's relief was short lived, however, as, upon opening her eyes, her lack of clothing and newfound clarity owing to freeing herself from her discomfort allowed her to fully take in what had happened to her.
A bubble of panic rose in her chest as she looked downward, still disbelieving.
Her breasts were massive, and VERY obviously fake.
The skin was unnaturally tight, pink and swollen like two over-filled water balloons ready to explode. They defied gravity and sat high on her chest, like two basketballs bolted onto her torso.
Her nipples were hard and pointed—the tiny peaks of nubs standing in stark contrast to the incredibly large globes that overshadowed them. Rage and frustration bubbled up within her like a pot of water ready to boil over.
"What the fuck?" she muttered, lifting them, and then releasing them with a cruel thud.
She ran her hands over them. They didn't feel natural at all either.
They felt full, stiff, and unforgiving to the touch. Amanda couldn't believe what had happened to her. She felt a rush of fury as if someone had assaulted her body while she wasn't paying attention. Her anger quickly turned to confusion, however, as she took a closer look at her breasts. There were clear implant scars, light and mostly faded as if she'd gotten her breasts done years ago and they had long since healed. Scars that she would have never willingly allowed on her body.
Amanda paced back and forth in the bathroom, her mind reeling. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? Had someone spiked her drink? The possibilities seemed absurd, but then again, these giant implants felt absurd.
The thought of someone intruding on her body like this filled her with such an indignant rage—it took every ounce of her self-control not to scream or rip out the damned things herself.
She let out another defeated sigh. She couldn't stay in this bathroom forever, she'd have time to figure all of this out after she finished her meeting. As she bent down to pick up her clothes and her thoughts raced as to how she would explain her new... development to Charles, Amanda was shocked to find that her blouse and bra were gone, seemingly having vanished into thin air, and, beyond that, her blazer was now a garish shade of pink.
"What the fuck is happening" she muttered, her voice barely audible. The now bright pink blazer sitting on the ground next to her was all that she had to cover her chest.
With no other options in sight, and her meeting with Charles not yet over, Amanda reluctantly resolved to put on the blazer. As she reached down to pick it up though, the CEO suddenly felt a rush of air against her legs, discovering in shock as she straightened herself that her business slacks had transformed into an incredibly tight pencil skirt that stopped at her mid thigh.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the new, short garment, her panties still intact beneath it.
Amanda's new outfit showed far too much of her legs, and what's more, it seemed to be made of a tightly woven, synthetic material that clung to her like a second skin. As she buttoned her blazer she realized that, no matter how tightly she pulled at it the garment would only provided the barest of coverage, leaving an OBSCENE amount of her new cleavage visible to anyone willing to look.
Shock, anger, and discomfort swirled within her as she thought about what she would do now. The only thing that she could do, she reasoned, was to stride confidently into the room once more, attempting to focus on the matter at hand and projecting poise.
Squaring her shoulders Amanda opened the door to the bathroom and stepped back into the main building. As Amanda made her way back to her office as quickly as she could, Amanda noticed that, strangely, no one seemed taken aback or surprised by her change in appearance.
Surely, they must see the massive implants pushing at the seams of her now too-tight blazer, she thought to herself. And yet, every employee she passed continued to greet her with the same aplomb as usual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
The questions continued to multiply in Amanda's mind, but she didn't have time to dwell on them. Upon entering the office, Amanda was left surprised once more. Sitting in the room, across from Charles, was her old boss, Mr. Green. Green had been the CEO before, retiring a few years prior after finally coming to feel that someone worthy as his successor had arrived in Amanda. To the best of her knowledge, Mr. Green was retired, spending most of his days at the golf course rather than anything resembling an office, so why was he here.
"Ah, you're finally here! Charles, this is my secretary, Mandi" Mr. Green said, motioning to introduce her to Charles. Mandi? When did I become Mandi? Amanda's thoughts raced, but she could only open her mouth in a silent protest as Mr. Green continued. "She's been a delight since taking over from... what was her name?" He asked, snapping his fingers as if trying to recall something that just slipped his mind. "Oh, yes, Ashley! Ashley didn't have half the 'talent' of Mandi here" Mr. Green said to Charles as he mimed as if he was holding a pair of breasts against his chest.
Amanda stood quietly. She felt numb, dazed, and confused. What was going on?
Was this some kind of twisted inside joke that she wasn't privy to? Amanda looked between Charles and Mr. Green, each of their eyes firmly planted on her chest. She could read the lust in their gazes well enough to understand that something was definitely wrong, but her brain couldn't quite process the details. "Mandi could you make us a few cups of coffee, dear? Charles and I are discussing big business here" Mr. Green requested as he waved her away dismissively. "Of course, sir" Amanda replied woodenly.
The moment she stepped out of her office, her new body became painfully apparent. The tight skirt left little to the imagination, and Mandi could feel every eye on her as she walked through the office. She felt humiliated, objectified, and exposed; yet, nothing seemed to have changed in her colleagues' minds. They were all acting as if nothing was amiss, as if this was how things always her and this just served to further confuse and infuriate her.
As Amanda made her way to the coffee machine, she noticed the company President's secretary, Destiny, already in the middle of using it. Destiny was a complete bimbo, in both appearance and disposition, and the fact she'd been hired by the company had always bothered Amanda, it being obvious to her that she was merely a plaything for the president. To add to the day's strange occurrences, however, Destiny immediately greeting Amanda with an excited squeal, as if they were best friends at the company. "OMG Mandi!!! I wasn't sure you were gonna make it in today after that rager we had last night gurlie" Destiny squealed enthusiastically.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Destiny?" Amanda asked, bewildered. "You don't remember? We made out all night at the club! You were dancing so dirty, and you were grinding on me, hard!" Destiny's words came out in her usual airheaded tone. "Here, I still have some of the videos we took babe" she said with a smile as she pulled out her phone.
Amanda's blood ran cold. She snatched the phone from Destiny's hands, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. There, on the phone screen, was Amanda, only it wasn't her. In the video she had the same ridiculous chest that was now squeezed into a pornographer's idea of business attire only she was wearing a tight, pink minidress with a plunging v neck that went all the down to her navel. On top of that, she was wearing an absurd amount of trashy makeup in the video as well.
Amanda had never been one to wear makeup, preferring the understated and natural look. But then again, THAT woman in the video certainly didn't seem concerned with natural looks, as she shamelessly gyrated her hips and tongue-kissed a woman Amanda didn't even recognize. She heard Destiny squeal "Mandi!!" from behind the camera before she saw this strange version of herself turn toward the video, shake her large fake breasts at the camera and say " destiny, you better record this and show all the boys later, this dress looks like, soooo fucking good on me !"
Destiny giggled, and Amanda couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust at the sight. Before she lashed out, however, Amanda took a moment to use her analytical mind to her advantage. Clearly, her and Destiny were good friends in this strange new bizarro reality she'd seemingly been transported to, so, maybe she could use Destiny to learn more about this other version of herself whose life she'd been thrust into.
"Oh my gawd I def remember now" Amanda forced herself to say with faux excitement. "Speaking of fun times though, I was wondering, what are some of your like, favorite memories of me?" Amanda asked with a fake smile.
She watched as Destiny's eyes lit up, the bimbo seemingly eager to share.
"Oh my gosh, Mandi, where do I even start? Remember that one time when we went to that super exclusive club downtown and you hooked up with the hottest guy in the whole club? You guys went at it so hard on the dance floor, and everyone was watching and cheering you on! It was so hot!" she gushed.
Amanda's stomach turned as she listened to Destiny recount the story, feeling more and more detached from this alternate version of herself.
It was surreal to imagine herself behaving in such a way, and she continued to press Destiny for more details, hoping to uncover more about this new reality.
"Or that time when the President almost fired me for messing up his coffee too much but then you offered to like suck his dick in the breakroom if he promised not to. That was sooo sweet gurlie, even tho I know you really just did it cause you wanted dick" Destiny chuckled, seemingly oblivious to Amanda's growing disgust.
Amanda felt her hands clench into fists. Every word out of Destiny's mouth seemed to dig a little deeper under her skin, revealing a side of herself she never knew existed. It was almost like finding out you had a secret twin that was the exact opposite of you.
"I can't believe I did all that shit" Amanda muttered, feeling a mixture of shame and confusion.
Destiny nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yes, there's plenty more where that came from. For example, remember that time when you came in early and found me getting fucked in the conference room by some random guy who'd practically dragged me in there? As soon as you saw how big his dick was you like marched right up to us and started fucking him too!!! I still remember slapping each other's asses and and shit, and then more people walked into the room too I swear like the whole management team was watching by the time we were finished," she recalled with a devious grin.
Amanda's mind raced.
So many scandalous memories, so many people who treated her like some kind of sex-crazed whore. It was utterly disgusting, absolutely vile. And yet, part of her couldn't help but feel a vague sense of arousal.
She couldn't deny the allure of the forbidden fruit. She'd always been a curious creature, unafraid to explore new territories. Then again, this wasn't just new territory - it was a whole new world.
Amanda shook her head, trying to clear it.
"You better make your coffee tho Mandi, Mr Green is gonna be like soooo mad if you take too long again" Destiny said, breaking Amanda's train of thought.
Frustration washed over Amanda as she made her way towards the coffee machine again. She knew she had no choice but to act as if everything was normal, at least for the moment. And so, she fixed the coffees, struggling not to think about the scandal that seemed to be her life now.
As she made her way back to the office, she caught Mr. Green leering at her again. His eyes drank her in like he had never seen a woman before, and Amanda fought not to feel objectified.
She could feel his gaze flick to her massive breasts, lingering on the cleavage her tight blazer allowed a generous view of. The skirt she wore felt obscenely short and tight, leaving her legs bare save for a pair of black pumps with ridiculous high heels that she couldn't remember ever buying.
"Ah, there you are, Mandi." Mr. Green looked away from her chest for only long enough to sneer at her new name. "And right on time, too.
I was getting worried." He smiled hungrily, his greedy eyes still devouring her almost-bare body. "Put the coffee down, dear. I'm not thirsty for that crap you serve."
His words felt like a smack in the face. Amanda hesitated, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to stand her ground and tell him off, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and utter confusion that clung to her like a second skin.
Amanda put down the tray with the coffees, the clatter against the desk jarring her even further.
"I-is there something else you need then, Mr. Green?" Amanda asked, trying to maintain as much professionalism as she could muster in the situation. She watched as Mr. Green's eyes narrowed before he smiled and snapped his fingers, pointing down toward the ground. "Unfortunately you've got me a bit distracted here, so if I'm gonna be able to properly focus on Charlie, I'll need you to get on your knees and take care of me the way you usually do, doll" Amanda's eyes widened, and she felt a surge of indignation rising within her.
No way in hell was she going to service him like this. She'd never done something like that before, at least, not in the life the actually remembered. She couldn't believe she was being subjected to such degrading behavior.
As Amanda hesitated, the CEO let out a small chuckle, looking at her with a bemused smile. "Oh don't get shy on me now Mandi, I'm just asking you to do what you do every day before lunch, just a little earlier this time" he said, still wearing his same lopsided grin.
Amanda's heart sank, and a wave of disgust washed over her. She couldn't believe that this was apparently what the version of her who lived in this reality did at her job. It was demeaning, it was humiliating, it was, it was...
Amanda suddenly realized that she'd lost as her train of thought as she noticed something... she'd been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, and she could feel something between her legs.
Amanda's heart raced as she realized what it was—her panties were soaked through. She'd never been this wet before, and the feeling was utterly foreign yet strangely exhilarating.
Mr. Green seemed to notice her growing arousal as well, and he took advantage of the opportunity. "Come on, Mandi, don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with faux-sweetness. "You know you want to do it."
Amanda couldn't believe that her body was reacting the way that it was, but, then again, this version of her apparently had sex all the time, so maybe it made sense that her body would get worked up this easily. In either case, it was distracting, and she didn't like it.
"Come on, kitten, be a good girl for daddy" Mr Green said with a knowing smile. To her complete and utter shame Amanda immediately felt her pussy throb at the words .
Her body was betraying her. Again.
Without realizing it, she found herself walking around the desk, stopping right in front of him on her high heels. She looked down and, before she had a chance to react, her hand reached down and rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was already through his pants.
He groaned appreciatively before undoing his pants, pulling out his thick cock.
It throbbed in the air as if eager to feel Amanda's warm and waiting mouth on it already. Amanda almost felt like she was having an out of body experience as she heard herself squeal "oh my gawddddd mr. green, you're sooooo big!" in the same tone as the version of herself from the videos she saw earlier. The excitement and sheer audacity of her words shocked Amanda as much as they turned her on.
"Well, kitten," Mr. Green chuckled smugly as Amanda sunk to her knees, "if you think I'm big now, just wait until you see how much I can grow."
Amanda shivered at the thought, fighting back a sudden surge of dirty thoughts flooding her brain.
It was like her own body was working against her!
"You're so dirty, Mr. Green," she whispered, staring at his intimidating member. "Dirtier than anyone I've ever met."
The CEO smirked, enjoying her words of praise. "Oh, I could get so dirty for you, Mandi," he purred. "You bring it out in me."
Amanda couldn't believe what she was doing.
She had always considered herself a feminist, a woman who valued her mind and accomplishments over her body. She was a brilliant CEO, for Christ's sake! But as she Mr. took Mr. Green's throbbing cock in her hand, she realized that here, in this strange new reality, however she'd gotten here or whatever had caused it, that WASN'T who she was. No, here she was a body, a sex object, and it turned out that underneath it all, deep down, there was a very different girl who craved the very thing that she should have abhorred.
The more Amanda thought about it, the more she found herself drawing closer to Green, wanting to feel his thick cock inside her much more than she should. Fighting her instincts, feeling like a traitor to who she was, she brought his cock to her lips, licking the tip of it hungrily.