Chads Very Bad Day

Chad Vanderclick leaned back in his office chair at Electronics MegaCorp. The leather creaked behind his impressive back. The executive VP of sales and marketing was pleased with himself.

And why shouldn't he be? He had a corner office in the executive suite. A six-figure paycheck that he earned mostly by playing golf and spending time in the gym. A busty secretary dressed in a tight halter top and a tight pencil skirt. A physique a man half his age could only dream of having.

He had the goddamned world.

So when his secretary stepped into his office and shut the door, his only thought was that maybe she had come around on the subtle hints that Chad had been laying out.

A grin split his face, "So what's up, Marci?"

"Mr. Vanderclick, I want a raise," she turned to him with a straight face.

Chad got up from behind his desk and walked to the front of it. The easy smile didn't leave his face. His confident swagger had closed dozens of deals and made the company millions. This wasn't the first time one of his chicks had asked for a little bit more money. He knew he could talk her down too.

"Come on, hon. I know we've talked about this before. There just isn't enough -- "

"Oh, can it," Marci said. Her normally passive demeanor slipped from her face as she strode closer to Chad. "I do all of your financials every quarter. I don't know if you've ever seen a budget."

Chad felt slightly uncomfortable. Something seemed off as she got closer. She seemed... bigger?

He wasn't going to get intimidated by a woman, even if she was wearing heels. "Calm down, hon. I'm sure we can talk it over and --"

Marci took another step forward and now Chad felt like something was really off. Normally, she would only come up to his collarbone, but now her head was just under his nose. Her shoulders, which were bare had become capped with enough muscle that is was noticeable, and a baseball-sized bicep rose and she crooked her arm. One sharp nail pushed into his chest.

"No. You listen to me, Chad," her last word was colored with enough venom that it shut him up. "This office would fall apart without me. You'd be out of a job if I stopped showing up, and I still make less than a third of what you do."

Each sentence was marked with another poke. And each time she poked him, her head seemed to rise just a little bit. His mouth was starting to get dry, and he stood up. He put his hands out in front of him.

He could feel his stomach grow cold, "Hon. Hon. Take it easy. There's no need --"

But Marci pursued him and with each step, she seemed to surge in height. She was looking him in the eye when she put her hand on his chest and pushed him into his office chair.

"No. My name is Marci or, to you, it is Ms. Rice. It's not hon, sweetie, hot stuff or beautiful," she leaned over his chair. Her massive body hovered just inches away as she looked at him menacingly.

For the first time in years, Chad couldn't think what to say. Marci's arms were bigger than her legs were just minutes ago. Her shoulders were capped by massive deltoid muscles. Her breasts he had admired before were massive now. They nearly reached his lap and blocked the rest of her from view.

"Nothing to say, now. You're not sure what to do when a woman can fight back, are you?" she said in a low menacing way.

She looked at his gaze being drawn to her breasts, and she grinned like a cat that caught a canary, "I bet you want to touch them now. Remember all of the times you brushed a little too close. Oh, it was so innocent. Just a little graze."

She moved closer. Her lips were just an inch from his ear. "Why don't you try to touch them now? Come on. Just give them a little squeeze."

Chad found his voice again. It came out thin and raspy and weaker than he would have wanted, but he could speak, "Ms. Rice, I don't think this is appropriate."

Marci laughed. It was a long laugh. She stood up and now Chad could see that the bottom of her shirt stopped just below her breasts. He could see the wall of thick abs that would have taken weeks of diet and exercise for a man to achieve.

Chad found himself feeling better. If he knew anything, it was women. The trick was to get them laughing and you could sell them anything.

He started to gather himself up. This situation was not ideal, but he knew if he could find his footing he would sell even this much larger Marci on anything.

"Appropriate," she said as she stared down at him. "How about I give you a demonstration of appropriate?"

She swung around and he found himself with a face full of the most muscular ass he'd ever seen. Her pencil skirt had turned into a micro skirt and it barely could contain her ass. "Do you know how many times you put your hand on my back or slapped my butt? You probably lost count. Because I sure as hell did."

Marci pulsed larger, Her ass now only inches from his face. He couldn't talk. His years in sales didn't prepare him to have a face full of giant ass.

"Oh. Can't talk about it now? Why don't you grab it? It's right there. It's practically begging you, right?" each of her words came out and she seemed to get more and more solid. Her thighs were as thick as his golf bag. "I hear what you and the other executives say about your 'girls.' The ones that you want to bang. How you make sure to give the ugly ones to the new guys."

Chad brought his hands up to push her away, but he was sure that nowhere that he touched now would be safe. He paused inches away when Marci stepped forward and turned around. She brought one heel up and put it in the middle of his chest and with a graceful push tipped his chair over.

The air whooshed out of his lungs and he found himself trying to suck in a breath. At the same time, Marci's sensible pump ground into his chest.

"But you are the worst, Chad. None of the other ladies in the office want to work for you. They all talk about how handsy you are. How you never give any of them any credit. Hell, I don't want to work for you anymore."

Her heel dug in a little more and he grimaced as red-hot pain lanced out from his sternum. He was still struggling to breathe as she said, "So now Chad, what I want you to beg."

"Wha - Wha - What?" he was finally croaked.

"You heard me, Chad. I want to hear you say, 'Please, Ms. Rice, I need you to stay."

He tried to gather himself up. He wasn't going to let this bitch tell him what he was going to do. It didn't matter if she was built like a linebacker now. He was still the goddamned executive vice president of --

She ground her heel deeper into his chest, breaking his concentration. "It doesn't take that much thought. You just need to say, 'Please, Ms. Rice. I need you to stay.'"

Chad sucked in air through his teeth and said, "Please, Ms. Rice. I need you to stay."

Marci leaned over him and looked him in the eye. "Again. This time with more feeling."

"Please, Ms. Rice. I need you to stay," he tried to sound contrite this time. He gripped her leg, but no matter how much he pushed or pulled she wasn't moving.

She laughed at him. "Yeah. It feels pretty shitty to be stuck under the heel of someone, doesn't it? But I'll make a deal with you Chad. You like deals right? Mr. Big shot wheeler and dealer. I'll keep working for you if you raise my salary by $70,000."

"Seventy thousand dollars? That's ridic -- " The rest of his sentence was cut short by pain from her heel.

"That's not up for negotiations. You have the money in your budget. In fact, you were supposed to give me a big raise for the last three years, but you didn't. Did you think I was stupid? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Her calf under his fingers seemed to get harder by the second. He just needed to agree. There was no negotiating.

"That's fine. Draw up the paperwork. I'll sign it."

The pressure suddenly disappeared from his chest, "You already did Chad. I submitted it before I came to talk to you."

Marci turned on her heel and began walking to the door. Her skirt sitting just before her ass cheeks and her top was dangerously close to sliding up her breasts. Right before she reached the door, she stared down at him and smiled, "I'll cancel your three o'clock. You'll probably want to take the rest of the day off."

Part 2 -

Chad lay gasping on his office floor for a long time. He still couldn't grasp what had just happened. The normally mild-mannered Marci had morphed into a ball-breaking bitch in less time than it took to drink a cup of coffee.

After several long minutes, he stood up and paced his office. He didn't know what to do. Maybe, he should just take Marci's advice. He could go to the gym or maybe play a round of golf. Yes. He just needed to get out of the office.

When he cracked open the door, he saw Marci was gone. The other three ladies who shared the central office all looked at him knowingly. He couldn't tell, but it seemed like they were normal.

Maybe.

He didn't stick around long enough to tell. He was gripping his suit coat as he marched through the office.

"Hi, ladies. Tell Marci that I'm stepping out for a meeting."

One of them, the youngest, a girl named Cherise or Cherry or something piped up, "Sure thing Chaaad."

The other two snickered behind him, and he could feel himself getting red in the face. He didn't stop though.

Never before had he wished he had an office on a lower floor. Each woman he passed seemed to smirk at him knowingly. Their bodies pushed against their clothes at unusual angles. Breasts seemed bigger, shoulders wider, legs longer and everything thicker than he remembered it.

One woman, he thought she was Lisa in accounting, spotted him as he marched past a row of desks. He always thought she was a lesbian and had told a few of his buddies about it over beers. Word had gotten around. She flexed an arm that could have competed with Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. He could see her mouth, "Thanks, Chad."

He just kept his eyes forward. He only needed to reach the executive elevator. Then it was just a short walk to the parking lot and his brand-new Jaguar. He could get comfortable then.

He was passing an open office when hands gripped his arms. He looked down and saw Beth McRish in her tailored suit. "This way Chad. You don't want to go to the elevators."

Chad was shaken up, "What? Why?"

"Less questions, just come into the office here and we can talk." she was guiding him to an empty conference room."

He always liked Beth. She had spark, and she looked pretty good in her tailored suits. He always thought she should maybe hike up the hem a bit, maybe undo a couple of buttons. I mean it's a man's world out there, right? Sure, she was one of the top performers, but she could be doing a little better.

His luck must be turning around. After he stepped through the door into the dim conference room, he turned back toward Beth, who was leaning against the closed door. Her face looked toward the industrial carpet.

"What's going on? Why shouldn't I go to the elevators?"

Beth let out a low chuckle. Her fingers reached up and grabbed the edges of her suit coat. She straightened as she took it off. Underneath she wore a short-sleeved blouse, and her arms were visible. Her biceps were already stretching out the cuffs.

"I don't know who you pissed off, Chad, but you done fucked up," she said.

He gulped and looked to the door. Maybe he could get past Beth. If his encounter with Marci was anything to judge by, he didn't know if he could get by on his charm.

"What do you mean?" he said, watching her move to the buttons on her shirt. The cloth was already making small creaks.

She smiled at him. "I don't know what happened or how it occurred, but every woman you ever wronged in this office all woke up to the same memo. That today we would get the power to put you in your place."

Beth's head was creeping up the door frame. She had to be at least 5-foot-11 and had the shoulders of a high school linebacker. She undid the last button and stripped off the shirt. She was only in her bra, which was valiantly struggling against a pair of cantaloupes when it was designed for apples. Her stomach had the hint of a six-pack.

"Wronged? How have I ever wronged you? I brought you into this company and taught you everything I knew. We've closed so many deals," Chad said, trying to appease her.

Beth let out a long low laugh that built up to a belly laugh. She threw back her head.

Chad thought he saw an opening and darted toward the door. But Beth's arm caught him before he could reach the door handle. He turned to Beth and saw she was as tall as he was now. She grinned cruelly at him.

"You really believe that, don't you? Do you remember the Arrowsmith account?" her giant hand held him in front of her as he watched her breasts spill out of the front of her bra.

"Yeah. The one we closed? You did a great job working on that."

She stared down at him. His head barely reached her collarbone now. "You're right. I did a great job. I did all of the fucking work on it. I stayed up late at night doing research. I wrote all of the presentations. I held their fucking hands when they cried. I laughed when they told their jokes. I drank beers with them. Fuck. I flirted with that goddamned creepy geezer.

"And then you swooped in and took my goddamned commission. Half a million fucking dollars."

Her hands clamped painfully around his shoulders as she lifted him off the ground. He tried to push against her arms, but he was stuck.

Beth didn't seem to notice. She brought her face inches from his. "Do you remember what you said, you dickwad?"

The truth was he didn't remember. He remembered closing the deal and celebrating with her. He was the senior vice president of sales. All of the sales were his sales.

"Oh. You don't do you? You really are that fucking dense. You told me that I just needed to be a better closer. I fucking closed that deal. They were eating out of my hand."

He didn't want to do anything to make Beth any angrier. She was already as tall as the door and nearly as wide. Her breasts hung like two watermelons on her broad chest. Muscles stood out everywhere.

"Look, Beth. Can you just put me down and we can talk this out, like adults?"

"Really? You really want to talk now? Like you wanted to talk when you suggested that I should show a little more leg during the Brandbuck deal? Or maybe, when you told me I should dress a little sexier? Or maybe the time when you made a pass at me during the goddamned company Christmas party?"

"Oh come on Beth, I was drunk. It wasn't a big deal."

"It wasn't a big deal? My fucking boyfriend was there, and I had to explain to him that I wasn't having an affair with my boss. He still didn't believe me." She spat at him.

"Well, you wanted to see my boobs so much back then, what do you think of them now," she shoved his face into her sternum. His nose was mashed between her pectoral muscles. He brought his hands up to push against her chest but only found the soft flesh of her breasts.

"Oooo. Fuck. This feels good." she ground his nose deeper, and embarrassingly felt himself getting hard. "It must suck to know that you are completely helpless and powerless. That you can't do anything to stop me.

"That is how every single woman in this building felt around you. Like you could do whatever you wanted and none of us could stop it."

She pulled him out of her chest and he took several breaths before bringing him up to her face. She grinning. "I have to admit. It fucking turns me on. So you're going to help me with that."

Part 3 -

Two hours later, Chad stumbled his way out of the conference room. He throbbed and ached. His tailored suit was torn. He didn't pay attention to anyone as he made his way to the elevator.

He didn't want to play golf or go work out or do anything other than get into a nice warm bath.

He felt shaken, but he knew that Alice would be waiting for him at home. Nice reliable Alice. His wife of the last 10 years was always his rock. She made sure his home was cared for.

He got into his Jaguar and drove to his exclusive neighborhood in the exclusive part of the city. Life was starting to come back to him. He didn't know what he was going to do at work now that every woman could overpower him. And some probably wanted to now. Maybe he should find a new place to work.

That is what he would do. He was still the executive vice president of sales. Any company would be happy to have him.

Sure, that is what he would do.

Now that was settled, Chad smiled to himself. With his plan in place, he pulled into his long driveway of a home that was paid for with his exceptional skill at sales.

His muscles were still sore and throbbing when he got out of the car, but he was buoyed by his new plan. He jogged up to the house, hopped up the steps, and opened the door. His castle surely wouldn't betray him.

"Hi, Alice! I'm home!" he yelled into the cavernous foyer.

"Hi, hon. I'm in the kitchen. You're home early?"

He moved through the living room toward the kitchen. "Oh, you wouldn't believe the day I just had. It was like the office went mad."

He stepped into the kitchen and saw his trusty dependable Alice standing at the counter. A knife in her hand as she chopped onions. They had met when they were both in college. She had decided to be a stay-at-home wife after he climbed the corporate ladder.

She was still sexy even all these years later. She was in a tennis skirt and a polo. They had decided she wasn't going to have any kids, and man did it pay off.

He went to the refrigerator to get a beer, while she set down the knife and turned to him, "What happened? You look like you've had a rough day,"

Chad straightened up and took a long swig of the beer before setting it down. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. It was crazy. I don't know if I can hack it another day."

"Oh poor baby," she said, and Chad detected something off about the way she said it. She stepped closer to him and he noticed her polo filling out as she reached out her arms and wrapped them around her neck. "It must have been so rough."

His mouth went dry. Not here too. "What's going on? Why?"

"Why am I growing too? Or why are all the women around you growing?" her head was now level with his and her face, still Alice's looked sad.

"It's easy Chad. I finally had enough of your bullshit," she said and leaned in and kissed him. By habit, he kissed her back. "Oh, I have to admit it is great to see your face, now that your dainty little Alice is now bigger and stronger than you."

"Oh come on. You're not stronger," he tried to push against her, but it was too little too late. It felt like he was pushing against a brick wall.

Alice let out a throaty chuckle. Her head now loomed over him. She pulled him close and held out an arm. He tried wriggling out now but was just being held to her side as she flexed the biggest bicep he'd seen in his life.

"Oh, I think I'm far stronger than you already, and I seem to only be growing."

"But how?"

"That is easy. I swear I thought you were smarter than this. You do only get by on your charm and good looks, don't you? I found a spell you silly little man."

"A spell? But magic isn't real."

Alice raised an eyebrow. "If it isn't real, then how come I've suddenly grown so big? And how did every woman in your office get so big."

He was staring up at the woman who had been just moments ago his petite little wife. Her tennis skirt was just a bet across her wide hips. Her polo didn't do anything to cover her giant breasts, each one nearly as big as his upper body and held up by her titanic chest. Her stomach was just a pathway of cobbles.

"Though, I didn't expect I'd get to be this big," she laughed and let him go. He barely came up to her waist now. She tore through her clothing. "That is a shame. I'll just have to special order some new clothes."