Captured in Amber
A short story by jokermon (J.K. Ermon)
This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It is not meant to reflect any actual people, events or medical conditions. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, don't read it. If it is unlawful for you to read this type of material where you reside, don't read it. If you are not old enough to lawfully read this type of material according to your local laws, don't read it. This story is copyright the author©2009.
Cynthia inhaled deeply, leaning in close.
"Mmmm," she said with her eyes closed in bliss, "what is that beautiful scent you're wearing?"
Carol started. She'd been typing the financial report at a good clip, the words flying across her screen. Now all of a sudden her boss's assistant had invaded her cubicle and broken her groove.
"Nothing." She felt like waving her away. Shoo, fly. "I'm not wearing anything."
"Are you sure?" Cynthia sniffed again, and a dreamy smile spread over her usually pinched features. "It's goooood."
Cynthia loomed over her. It unsettled Carol. This was unlike Cynthia; ordinarily, she was the one to be standoffish and touchy about her personal space.
"Yes, I'm sure. Cynthia, please, I'm busy here."
"Okay." Cynthia walked away reluctantly, still savoring the unknown fragrance. Carol risked a discreet whiff of herself, but smelled nothing. She shook her head and resumed typing. In a few minutes she had forgotten the interruption.
~~~
Two hours ahead of schedule, Carol dropped the hard copy of her completed report on Sarah's desk.
"Oh great," her boss enthused, picking it up. She flipped through it, nodding and tapping notes on her digital notepad. "Excellent. Excellent."
Carol smiled, feeling the tension uncoil and dissipate in her tummy. It had taken a lot of evenings and weekends, but she was proud of the finished product.
All of a sudden, Sarah stopped. She looked at Carol.
"What is that delightful perfume you're wearing?"
She started, remembering Cynthia. "I'm not--I didn't put on anything."
"New shampoo? Lotion maybe?" Sarah drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Oh my. That's wonderful."
"No, nothing."
Carol was more than a little taken aback when Sarah got up and walked over. Her boss leaned down to smell her. She was much closer than Carol was comfortable with, and she had no idea what to do.
Sarah's famous bosom hung directly in Carol's face. Ordinarily, Sarah wore conservative power suits, but her breasts were big enough to jut through them. Her tits were the talk of the company. Many of the male employees commented on the fact that no one on Sarah's team was male, and called that a damn shame. Sarah had the brains of a Math prodigy, the sculpted face of a fashion model and the lush body of a 50's pin-up. Only her staff knew she also had the personality of a pocket calculator.
In her own department, when none of the other partners were around, Sarah tended to let her blazers hang open and undo her blouses' top buttons. The gossip around the office, particularly vicious where Sarah was concerned, often suggested she removed her bra, too.
Carol could now attest to the truth of that rumor. True to form, Sarah had her blouse partially undone, and the cleavage presented to her was breathtaking. The movement of Sarah's big breasts was clearly unhindered by any brassiere.
"Oh, that's niiiiiiiice." Sarah's voice had the same spellbound quality that her assistant demonstrated earlier. As a matter of fact--Sarah cheeks were reddening, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes had closed.
She looks like she's having a wet dream, marveled Carol.
Sarah's lips parted slightly. Her tongue slid out lazily and licked them.
An unexpected erotic jolt shocked Carol. She was amazed at the strength of it--it was almost like a tiny orgasm. The flicker of electricity between her thighs was unreal. She could see that Sarah's nipples were erect and punching through her blouse. Her own stiffened in sympathy.
"I'm not wearing anything different." Carol made her voice harsh, and it broke the spell. Sarah drew back slightly, and Carol shot to her feet.
"Do you need me for anything else, Sarah?" she asked, backing away. "I've got...kind of a headache and I was thinking of leaving early..."
"Oh...sure." Sarah made a vague gesture. "I'm fine here. You put us ahead of schedule. Take the rest of the day, go ahead."
"Thanks." Carol lurched off to the nearest washroom. Her panties were wet. It was confounding. She thanked heaven the Ladies' room was deserted, and locked herself in a stall.
Carol lifted her skirt and pulled down her soaked underwear. She gasped and stared. Her clitoris had swollen to at least three times its normal size. It looked almost as big as the end of a pickle. A big, flushed, hot-pink pickle. She gave herself an experimental touch and an involuntary shudder ran through her. Whoa!
Of its own accord, her index finger began to rub in tiny circles.
I could come right here, she thought dizzily. Just a few more rubs...
Appalled, she shook her head and snatched up a handful of toilet paper. She dabbed herself dry, wincing and trying not stimulate herself too much.
What in God's name is happening to me? I've never swelled up that big, ever! And because of my stupid boss?
A few minutes later she had her breathing and her emotions under control. Her clitoris was almost back to its regular size. She put her soiled panties in her purse and went straight home.
Later that night, as she undressed for bed, she went over what happened at work. She couldn't account for it. She never wore perfume, and she hadn't changed the herbal body wash she used in the shower. She hadn't even switched laundry detergents or the anti-static towelettes she bought for the dryer.
Even harder to account for was her reaction to Sarah. Carol was in between boyfriends, as she liked to say, and admittedly feeling pretty sexually deprived; but she'd never had such a powerful response even to one of the male celebrities she occasionally fantasized about. Never mind a woman. What was that all about?
She sighed and shelved it all for the night. As she removed her blouse and dumped it in the laundry hamper, she noticed the pendant between her breasts in her bedroom mirror, and reflected that the only thing different today was her jewellery. Today was the first day she'd worn her new gold pendant to work.
Carol removed her bra and considered the new pendant, nestled in her modest cleavage on the end of a slim gold chain. She liked the way it gleamed against her breasts and threw gold highlights upon them. It emphasized their roundness and made her C-cups look bigger.
The pendant was the size of a silver dollar, and had a single piece of amber set at the center of some odd-looking runic design. It was exotic but understated and she liked it. Wearing it made her feel good. More confident, somehow. Prettier.
She'd inherited it from some obscure Great Aunt from the old country. The pendant had gone to her grandmother in Orlando first, but for some reason she hadn't wanted it. Her mother had mentioned that things hadn't been good between her grandmother and Great Aunt. They'd fallen out before Grandma came to the states and never reconciled. Her mother had Fedex'd the pendant to her, and it had arrived just the day before.
Looking at it now, she could feel sensuality stealing over her again. She thought how sexy it would be to touch herself in the mirror, watch every nuance of her own arousal in her own face all the way to orgasm.
Jesus. She shook her head almost angrily. This was not like her at all. She had a much firmer grip on herself than this. She had goals, focus, and a real plan for her life: full partner by 30. You didn't achieve that by letting your feelings run you. She unclipped the chain from around her neck and dropped it on her night table. She switched off the lights and slipped into bed. She refused to acknowledge the yearning pang of regret she felt deep in her guts at removing the pendant.
~~~
Carol woke refreshed and happy after a wonderful night's sleep. She emerged from the shower and found herself reaching for her pendant even before bothering with her underwear. She hesitated, but decided that she liked it, and that was all that mattered. As she clipped it in place, a sense of well-being stole over her. Perhaps it was only her imagination, but she half-believed she caught a whiff of some exotic scent as it dropped down between her breasts, something that teased the nostrils with a delicate, sweet pungency. She paused and sniffed hard, but there was nothing. She shrugged, nodded to her reflection with a smile, and began rummaging for the new day's outfit.
She strode into work dressed more provocatively than usual. For some reason, that clingy stretch-cotton mini-skirt hadn't seemed quite so intimidating today. Even though her butt and legs were plumper than she would really prefer, slipping it on had just felt right. Likewise the sexy bikini panties and lack of bra.
She could feel eyes, male and female, following the bounce of her snugly-sheathed behind and all the jiggling up front. Rather than make her feel exposed or self-conscious, the attention boosted her good spirits and confidence. Hey, look at me world, I'm gorgeous, she sang in her head.
Even when Cynthia stopped by her desk again, it didn't dampen her spirits.
"There it is again," her boss's assistant sighed, breathing in deeply, "that scent is so wonderful."
"I guess it must be me," Carol gave her a tolerant smile. "Because I'm not wearing any perfume."
"Mmmm, maybe it is you," murmured Cynthia. "If that's the case-"
Cynthia bent down and licked the side of Carol's neck.
Carol froze. That...didn't... just happen.
She turned to look incredulously at Cynthia, who looked equally stunned. Oh shit oh shit what the hell did I just do her expression said.
