"Bill! Long time no see." My co-worker Frank met me with a firm handshake as I stepped into the office. It'd been a week since the last time I'd seen him. The day he'd suggested I go to Magical Things to speak with Esmerelda to see if she could help my marriage.
Well, Esmerelda had certainly done that!
She'd 'given' me a magical pocket watch, one that could put any woman into an obedient, hypnotic trance. Including herself. Including every hot girl in the next-door yoga studio. Including my wife. Paired with the Ring of Herakles she'd also given me, that had transformed me into a nearly seven foot tall, muscular hunk with seemingly no limits to my strength or stamina, I'd been so busy having fun with my new harem that it had taken me this long to get back to my job.
"Everything okay? Not like you to miss work like this." Frank was one of the older employees here at the car dealership and he had something of a fatherly aura surrounding him, always looking out for the younger employees, "You're gonna need something good to tell Cindy."
Cindy, on the other hand, was an ice queen. She was a few years younger than myself at thirty-two, and she'd inherited the dealership from her father. She was a bit hands-off when it came to running the place, letting the old guard like Frank make most of the decisions. Instead, she spent her time making sure that the staff was on their best behavior. She had been a Women's Studies major in college, and she was dedicated to rooting out sexism and the patriarchy in the workplace.
She'd already fired three men and replaced them with underqualified women, and they'd been let go for a lot less than taking a week off without saying anything. Under normal circumstances, I'd be here to collect my pink slip.
I smiled back at Frank, "I think I'll be fine. Don't worry. I had a visit with Esmerelda like you said and what she gave me I think is going to help out here."
My curiosity got the better of me, "Speaking of... what did you get when you visited her?"
It was his turn to grin, "Hah. Guess you haven't noticed either. Nobody has. But I got this." He ran his fingers through his thick salt-and-pepper hair that he kept professionally short and hair-sprayed into shape, "Some special oil. Rubbed it on my scalp and overnight my hair came back. Like magic. Hell, think it is magic. Weird thing is, nobody done noticed."
I rubbed my chin. Now that he mentioned it, just last month Frank had been nearly as bald as an egg. I could remember that. I could remember the day he came in with the new head of hair overnight, asking people to tug on it. At the time I hadn't thought twice about it, but in retrospect it was a bit unusual.
"What about you? Something's different, but I can't put my finger on it. I don't think it's a new haircut..." Frank was looking at me with his jaw jutting out as he tried to pin down what had changed.
"I grew a foot and put on eighty pounds of muscle."
"Is that what it is? Well, looks good on you, son."
Now from the other side, the casual acceptance of it, I could see things were a bit weird. The implications of magic being real and personally affecting lives were big, but it seemed like part of that magic was dampening the splash it made in the public consciousness. My co-workers should have been freaked out seeing the new me, but all of them took it in stride.
I noticed some more looks from the girls, sure, admiring my arms or shoulders or...I swear I could feel their eyes...my butt when I wasn't looking. But no one had asked me what had happened or been at all surprised. And this was the same group of people that hadn't been able to shut up when Ralph had gotten a minor nose job.
It made sense, I supposed. If magic was real and as effective as I'd seen, there would need to be some explanation for why I was only now stumbling across it. Not to mention that this made things that much easier for me.
"Bill? You're back." I heard Cindy's voice behind me, and even after everything that had happened I felt a sharp tingle down my spine, "Well since you've decided to show your face, come with me into my office. We need to discuss your future here at the dealership."
"Yes, ma'am." I answered as I turned around.
Cindy's office was on the second floor of the dealership, the big glass walls able to look down over the show floor below on one side and the massive inventory parked outside on the other side.
Cindy herself was a piece of work. She stood 5'9, 6'1 in the stiletto heels she liked to wear to work. She was dressed today in a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ass almost like yoga pants, with a buttoned up white blouse and open navy blue jacket. Her long blonde hair was in a bun, held together by two chopsticks, and her model-quality face was enhanced by the bright red lipstick, heavy eyeliner, and large, thick-rimmed glasses she wore.
And her breasts. It was a wonder she wasn't a mother because those things stuck out from her chest like two cantaloupes. I'd spent my fair share of time imagining what they'd look like hanging free, whether they were real or fake.
"You're staring." Cindy brought me out of my reverie, and I realized that I had indeed been staring.
"Sorry about that. It's just...you're looking awful cute today, ma'am." I gave her my best smile.
"Cute?" Even if I was a hunk now, a girl like Cindy wouldn't be interested. For one, she was already married. For two, she had a wife.
"Yeah. Your tits are first-class and watching your ass sway on the way up here, I'm already at half-mast." I said with a grin.
Her eyes narrowed at me, "I brought you here to save you the embarrassment of being fired in front of your peers. But if you think you can talk to me like that, it's not too late to sue you for workplace harassment."
"Calm down. Just like a woman to get her silly head worked up over a compliment." I couldn't help pushing her buttons. It always made this next part so satisfying.
"I am exceedingly calm, otherwise I'd have slapped your face so hard you would be on the ground in tears!" She said, raising her voice as she clenched her fist.
"Could have fooled me. But don't worry. I've got just the cure for that." The pocket watch was in my back pocket, the chain attached to my belt-loop. I unhooked and held it up, "In fact, you're so calm that you're getting sleepy."
"What kind of a joke..." her head tilted forward, then back, her eyes following the watch as I started to let it swing, "...is this...?"
"It's no joke. Something like hypnosis, but much, much more powerful. You're going to go into a trance, and then you'll do anything I say." I can't resist letting her know what's waiting for her, just so I can see her fight against it.
"Nonsense... that's..." She looked like she was going to tell me it wasn't real but had reconsidered. After all, she could feel just what her body was going through, feel her will slipping away, "I'm... getting sleepy...no...I mean...I won't..."
Her pouty pink lips parted as her eyes unfocused, "I am in a trance."
"There we are." I said as I started to unbutton the front of her blouse, giving me an exclusive view of her chest and the sturdy pink bra, she was wearing over it. I took out my pocketknife and waved the blade in front of her face: no reaction. With her holding still like that, it was easy as pie to make a few slices before pulling the bra away.
"Unbelievable. So they're natural after all." I said as her breasts spilled free from her open blouse. I tossed the pink bra in the waste bin by her desk as I let my eyes roam her hidden treasure. They were large, perky for their size with a curved teardrop shape, and topped with two large pink nipples, "I thought for sure you'd had them done, but shows what I know."
I gave them an appreciative squeeze, then pulled one up to my mouth and bit down hard, leaving a bite mark on her: still no reaction.
"Button yourself back up. You wanted to get rid of me, but actually, you're going to change your mind. You think I'm just too valuable to be let go."
"Too... valuable..." She echoed as her fingers robotically buttoned up her blouse. The difference was dramatic once she had finished, the form of her heavy breasts being squeezed by the tight blouse much more obvious, and the small wet stain from when I'd bit and licked her nipple make it partially transparent, a hint of pink poking through.
"That's right. You need me working here. And... every time I snap my fingers, I'm going to be twice as valuable to you."
