The drive to her office was quite uneventful. Jen had to constantly battle back sexual urges, or thinking about how strange it felt to have her breasts pressing against the unfamiliar fabric of her shirt. Each time she turned a corner, she would be reminded that they were a little swollen from her illness. While sitting at a traffic light near the offices, she saw a bubbly looking blonde with large swaying pigtails and a pink tank top crossing the street, "How did this little ditz find her way into the land of the grown-ups?" Jen said chuckling under her breath as the girl idly moved across the street before her gaze. Jen felt her eyes following the girl. Her skirt flipped perfectly with each step she took, showing off the cute pair of pink panties she had on underneath. Jen's mouth watered and she realized she was almost craning her neck to watch the dumb blonde walking. She shook her head and tried not to focus on the strange girl. Jen was not a lesbian and she didn't appreciate her mouth watering whenever she saw a pair of tits. She felt the surge of electric pleasure pulsate in her pussy as she thought about holding onto a pair last night between her lips. A horn honking behind her nearly gave her a heart attack.
"I bet that girl sucks a cock a day." She said out loud to her car as she moved through the intersection. She felt proud of being able to belittle the strange girl, but she could still picture the blonde woman stripping down to a pink pair of panties that was covered with ribbons, with a lacy top, barely covering erect nipples. Jen's mouth watered again and she felt her cheeks growing warm. She moved a bit in her seat from the discomfort of her sudden arousal... "I actually bet that those soft tits get a good cum bath every day too." She said, her voice growing airy and her pussy burning even further, "they are nice enough that I could probably suck on them for hours." She licked her lips and shifted her legs again feeling heat welling between her legs.
"What the fuck am I doing!?" She shouted to her car. There was no way that she was daydreaming about that little bimbo girl. She was a professional, with a high profile career. She couldn't be idly spending her time daydreaming about a blonde slut... or her being attracted to women for that matter. It was as though she wasn't as in much control of her thoughts as she had once been. She shook her head again and tried to focus on getting to her office in safety, before her wandering mind got her into a wreck. She arrived at the parking garage, and stationed her vehicle in its usual marked spot. There were a few less cars today, and she attributed that to some sort of illness that was spreading in the building. She couldn't have been the only one that got sick yesterday.
As she got out of the car she felt her body bounce in an unfamiliar way. Her breasts were not being held back by the usual tight strapped bra. They jiggled freely in her blouse, and her nipples rubbed excitedly on the fabric. Her face turned red and she adjusted the small jacket that was covering her erect nipples. She just had to make it into her office and no one would notice. Truly she could have gone to a store... but the only good stores where she bought her clothing from opened at nine o'clock and she wasn't going to settle for less than her usual dress and attire. She defiantly stepped away from her car, feeling her breasts bounce and shake with each step. Her hips seemed to sway a bit more than usual today also. Whatever got her sick was making her bloat in the most bizarre ways. Each step she took made her pussy burn hotter though, and she found herself biting her lip trying to get the thought out of her mind.
She stepped into the elevator and selected her level of the building. She already knew the people she was going to see. There would be the receptionist, though he was always browsing the web or listening to a radio. She would probably pass a janitor, since that man was always on their floor for some reason that she could never understand. That is why she always had to use the men's restroom for her Monday escapades with the executives. In order to get to the top of a business, you always had to do something that you didn't really like doing all that much. Then there would be the tirade of questions from a few underlings who thought they could easily get into her position and run the branch better than she. Jen shook her head preparing for what was about to happen. She reached a hand up and held onto the small jacket she had donned that morning.
When the familiar ding of the elevator announced the level she arrived at, she stepped out and briskly walked towards her office. Each step she took felt exaggerated, and her breasts bounced heavily against her hand. She could feel moisture gathering in her panties from her now longing pussy. It was as though she hadn't had sex in over a year. The receptionist didn't lift his eyes from the paperwork that was scattered on his desk. It was an excuse for him to stare at his cell phone instead of work. He had a hidden stand next to his monitor. When Jen passed by she looked over her shoulder to see on the small phone screen a woman pulling a large glass dildo in and out of her pussy. The receptionist was actually watching porn at his desk! Jen felt her face flush and she quickly looked back in front of her. She pictured the girls open mouth as she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out. She shook her head once again trying to get the sexual image out of her mind. How many times were people doing things like this at her office?
As she walked by a desk she saw a woman reading a page on her browser, and Jen made out the first few sentences. The words that stood out to her were pussy, cock, suck, and ass. The woman had the audacity to actually be reading pornographic material as well. This whole office was in shambles for a reason. Everyone was acting out sexually, and doing it so openly. Jen shivered and she began to dream about having a cock stuff itself happily into her little puckered asshole. What if Jenni did that to her and she was able to lick the tits on the blonde that she saw crossing the road earlier that morning. Jen nearly tripped when she rounded the corner toward her office door.
When she nearly arrived at her office door Tiffany popped up in her vision, "Hi Ms. Parks. How are you feeling today? You gave me too much money last night for the cab ride and I brought you the change. Did you want me to do anything for you today? I didn't think you would be coming in this morning." Her sentences ran together as though she had forgotten how to hold a conversation with a person. Jen lifted her hand to her temple and looked at the woman who had a pleading gaze in her eyes. Her left hand stood open with the change from the money she had given her the night before. Jen sighed and removed her hand from her temple, the other hand still holding onto her jacket trying not to expose her chest that was now heaving against her hand anxiously. Tiffany was actually very cute, if she took off her glasses and let her hair down. Jen could actually picture her with something more revealing than a blouse and cute skirt. She blushed as Tiffany placed the money in her palm and stepped back.
"I am still not feeling that great, if you could tell anyone that wants to talk to me to wait a while until my headache cools that would be perfect." Jen said stepping to the side of Tiffany, "Thank you for the change by the way, I appreciate the help you gave me." She said coldly under her breath hoping that Tiffany didn't' hear what she had just said. She didn't want the stupid woman to take advantage of her thinking that she lost her cool because she got sick once, and Tiffany had to drive her home. She was authoritative, and in command. People just didn't go up to her and make her suck their cock for nothing. Though Jenni didn't even ask... she just stood there while Jen took a stomach load of sperm. Tiffany's eyes glazed for a second while she watched Jen step into her office. The woman was a fool; she could tell that she wasn't going to get through to that little bitch anytime soon. She figured that last night whatever was said was probably due to her not feeling well.
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Tiffany quickly turned to head back to her desk. The perfume that Jen decided to wear today was intoxicating. Tiffany felt her head spinning as she stepped, almost awkwardly back their desk. It was as if she hadn't walked in years. As she padded her way along the aisle she felt her nipples push roughly against her clothing. Her body began to heat, and she realized that she was growing aroused. Was it because of Jen's perfume? Or was it some reaction to the bacteria she had put in Jen's creamer? She hadn't worn a mask and probably inhaled some form of it, but would she really show symptoms or anything of the sort? She shook her head and sat down at her desk, crossing her legs trying to forget about what she was feeling or what was going on in her head. Jen couldn't know that she found her more attractive today, because that would give away what she had done.
Tiffany wheeled around to her desk and began to type on the examination document. Perhaps today she could find out a bit more from Jen to see what was going on with the alterations and transformations brought on by the bacteria. While she was typing on the document, a messenger icon popped up in the corner of her screen. Diana had four exclamation points written in with nothing else. Tiffany felt a surge of panic. What if Diana got exposed or worse... what if they were shutting down the department because they discovered a missing sample. She typed back quickly and furiously trying to get a coherent response.
