A Blemish on the Curve by Joyce Julep
Summary:

Lucas Mineur is the office manager at Braden, Inc., a software engineering firm that specializes in cutting-edge new technology.  Most prominently, Braden is currently developing a generation of nanobots that can improve personal appearance, fight disease, and...most intriguingly, increase height and breast size (among many other things).  The thing is, the nanobots don't seem to work in humans, yet...

Lucas is cornered into hiring the awkward and unattractive Brooke Pupoljak to fill a vacancy.  When she inadvertently drinks a glass of water with nanobots in it, Lucas sees an opportunity to use her as a test subject.  But has he bitten off more than he can chew? 

This story is a collaboration between myself and Beetlebomb, who has had this story in the works for years.  This is a long-term story, and will eventually be around 100 chapters.

Tags include: slow growth, shrinking man, breast expansion, beautification, intelligence expansion, humiliation, and power shift.  


Categories: Breasts, Adult 30-39, Breast Enlargement, Growing Woman, Humiliation, Slow Size Change Characters: None
Growth: Amazon (7 ft. to 15 ft.)
Shrink: Dwarf (3 ft. to 5 ft.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 24 Completed: No Word count: 123930 Read: 162014 Published: September 01 2020 Updated: November 04 2022

1. Chapter 1 by Joyce Julep

2. Chapter 2 by Joyce Julep

3. Chapter 3 by Joyce Julep

4. Chapter 4 by Joyce Julep

5. Chapter 5 by Joyce Julep

6. Chapter 6 by Joyce Julep

7. Chapter 7 by Joyce Julep

8. Chapter 8 by Joyce Julep

9. Chapter 9 by Joyce Julep

10. Chapter 10 by Joyce Julep

11. Chapter 11 by Joyce Julep

12. Chapter 12 by Joyce Julep

13. Chapter 13 by Joyce Julep

14. Chapter 14 by Joyce Julep

15. Chapter 15 by Joyce Julep

16. Chapter 16 by Joyce Julep

17. Chapter 17 by Joyce Julep

18. Chapter 18 by Joyce Julep

19. Chapter 19 by Joyce Julep

20. Chapter 20 by Joyce Julep

21. Chapter 21 by Joyce Julep

22. Chapter 22 by Joyce Julep

23. Chapter 23 by Joyce Julep

24. Chapter 24 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 1 by Joyce Julep

“Now, Mr. McMann, if you could,” said Lucas Mineur, leaning back slightly in his black leather chair, “what programming languages are you familiar with?”

“Well, I’m proficient in Java, JavaScript, and C++,” came the immediate response from the job applicant. 

“All three of them?” asked Lucas, arching his eyebrow as he cocked his head slightly to the side. “That’s quite impressive…definitely something we’re looking for here.” 

“Yes, in my previous job, I was mainly working with JavaScript to structure applications, if you will, that were able to function across multiple platforms.” It was clear that Max McMann had done his homework on this open position. Lucas had already asked a host of questions, and each time, the Manager of the Braden, Inc Software Engineer Division had been impressed with the applicant’s answers. Lucas was starting to feel like filling this vacant entry-level position was going to be harder than he thought. Already, two other applicants had impressed him considerably, and now Max McMann was increasingly etching his name onto the list as well. And there were still two applicants to go. 

“Excellent, excellent,” muttered Lucas, putting check marks beside his most recent question in his notes. He looked across at the interviewee, who was dressed to a “t” in a suit, with short, well-combed brown hair; he just looked fresh and ready to go. 

“And how about you explain to me, just as a final question,” said Lucas, “How you might go about locating bugs or other irregularities in your applications and software.” 

Max McMann seemed to almost be answering the question before Lucas finished, and the young applicant was nodding his head enthusiastically as he spoke. 

“Oh, sure, sure!” he began. “Well the way I do it is, every time I complete the coding process of a new program or application, I use GDB…you know…a GNU debugger…?”

“Oh I know what GDB means,” laughed Lucas, not quite able to keep a little haughtiness out of his voice. What did this young guy think — that he wouldn’t know what that meant? Privately, he made a note that perhaps Mr. McMann didn’t quite understand the lay of the land in this office. 

“Of course, of course,” said Max, recovering himself and nodding more vigorously. “I just…haha, I’m not used to being around such competent programmers is all.”

“Well, here at Braden you’d get used to it pretty fast,” chuckled Lucas, rocking a bit as he lounged in his stylish chair. “Continue with your answer.” He sure did enjoy these job interviews, especially the ones like this, when he could take a sharp little spark plug like this young man and knock him down a little to size. He made another mental note that it might be preferable to hire someone younger like this, who he could professionally mold to his particular brand of corporate culture. Lucas could tolerate innovation and exploration, as long as it went through him first — he was the one in charge...of this branch, at least. There were plenty of higher-ups, but he liked to keep as tight a hold on his own office fiefdom as he could. 

“So…yes, I use GBD to help me locate any bugs that might exist in the programs or applications,” continued Max, eager to retain his momentum, “and also to see if there are any vulnerabilities that might exist, which may, in the future, prove susceptible to other bugs that might not initially be present.”

“Ah yes, very good, very good, glad you mentioned that last part” said Lucas, underlining Max’s name a couple more times. This young man had a thing or two to learn about office culture, for sure, but Lucas had to give it to him — he definitely knew his stuff.

“And if you locate a bug?” Lucas asked, leaning forward in his chair and folding his hands together on his desk. 

“Well, once I find one, it’s fairly simple,” replied Max. “I carefully go through each line of code to pinpoint the problems, and then I just take it from there. And then, once I think I have everything fixed, I go ahead and run GBD again, just to make sure I haven’t inadvertently created new bugs while I was in the process of actually fixing the initial coding errors.” 

Lucas nodded his head silently a few times, not able to suppress a grin. 

“Well, Mr. McMann,” he said, reaching his hand out across his desk, “It’s clear that you’re more than qualified to take on this position.”

“Thank you sir!” said Max, enthusiastically shaking Lucas’s hand. 

“Now, of course, it’ll be a few more days to process all the applicants,” said Lucas, leaning back again in his chair and putting the points of his fingers together. He always loved this part: keeping the bright young people waiting. 

“And I have to say, we’ve had an unusual amount of highly-qualified applicants for this single position.”

“Oh yes, I understand,” said Max quickly, nodding and sitting up straight in his chair. His impeccable posture, together with his clear voice, was not lost on Lucas. Maybe this young man was…a little too much? Or maybe he was just young and eager, and would mellow out a little once he started the job and it became clear to him that he was going to function on one of the lower rungs for a while. 

“But I’d be remiss if I didn’t let you know that you’re high on the list of applicants,” said Lucas, dropping in the key compliment there at the end for good measure. He certainly didn’t want to scare an applicant like this into applying to too many other rival companies. Max’s beaming smile let Lucas know that he had done his job and led the young man on with exactly the right amount of finesse and dexterity. 

The next applicant was no less impressive, at least as far as her qualifications went, and far more impressive to Lucas in terms of her physical assets. The young woman was already fairly tall, but in her high heels, she was nearly as tall as the 6’1 Lucas, as he noticed with a slight degree of trepidation as he stood up to shake her hand. Still, though, her big, bouncy breasts (DD's, Lucas decided in an instant, feeling almost alarmed at how close to his face they were), which stretched the limits of her white blouse top, more than made up for any size issues Lucas had with her being almost as tall as he was. Besides, he could absolutely insist that she not wear heels to work — this was the 21st century, after all! He could use it as an opportunity to cast himself as a modern man, someone who was more concerned with his female employees’ comfort than anything else. 

“So…this is Valerie Darnoe!” he chuckled, spreading his hands wide at her figure, and making no secret of his attraction. 

“This is all me!” she responded, chuckling in kind as she sat down. Of course, she had been prepared for this kind of attention — and she knew exactly how to handle it, and use it to her advantage. 

“Well, I’ll be damned!” exclaimed Lucas, also taking a seat, “What on earth made someone like you decide to become a software engineer?”

“I like computers!” came Valerie’s chipper, matter-of-fact response. “And ever since I took that coding elective class in middle school, I’ve been totally hooked.” 

“Hmmm, ok…ok, yes,” said Lucas, feeling himself get a little hard in his pants as he glanced down at her resume. Her heart-shaped face was framed by blond hair, which was only accentuated by the shining blue sapphires of her striking eyes. Lucas glanced up again at her sitting across from him, and his eyes drifted back down to her breasts. They were so prominent that he could even see how the voluminous flesh underneath seemed to almost stretch her skin. He suddenly wondered whether she had gotten a boob-job, and briefly considered asking her about it point-blank. But he quickly decided against it, figuring that such questions were probably best left to after the actual hiring had taken place. 

“Ok…so you graduated Summa from Carnegie Mellon,” he said, looking back down at her resume. “Had your thesis project directed by Dr. Melvin…excellent pedigree there…he wrote high praise in his recommendation letter for you…”

Valerie nodded her head, smiling confidently, as she sat up straight in her chair and looked Lucas straight in the eye. He looked up briefly at her and gave another smile, his eyes traveling shamelessly across her body as his gaze lingered. Just like the other applicants, Valerie was professionally-dressed, with a sharp and spotless white blouse that showed off her upper assets, and an office-friendly, yet revealing black skirt that showed off her lower assets. Combined with her obvious qualifications, this applicant was already Lucas’s favorite to hire. But he knew he had to go through the protocol, just to make sure no higher-ups had any reason to jump on his back. 

“Worked for two years as an entry-level at Sylvan Systems…solid company…” he continued, going over her resume, and then looking back up at her again. “Well, Ms. Darnoe, your resume is certainly impressive. And judging by your appearance, you know exactly how we do things around here: smart, snappy, and…dare I say…sexy.” 

“Haha, well, the reputation precedes the company, for sure!” laughed Valerie. She was becoming positively flushed with confidence. 

“So why don’t you describe for me,” said Lucas, leaning back in his chair like he had done a number of times already that day, “the process that you, Valerie, use for writing a piece of code.”

“From requirements to delivery?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” he responded, already feeling heartened. This girl was gonna knock it out of the park.

“Well, I use the Specification model,” she said, not missing a beat. “It’s always come naturally to me, since I’m totally comfortable with using rigorous mathematical models to help me stay organized.”

“Right…yes…good,” said Lucas, smiling.

“And it’s been my experience,” continued Valerie, smiling right back, “That by far the most successful specifications are created and fleshed out for the primary purpose of understanding and adjusting the applications that already worked, that were already well-developed before.”

“Oh yes, no doubt,” said Lucas, underlining and circling Valerie’s name vigorously over and over. 

“But,” continued Valerie, in her same confident tone, “safety-critical programs, applications, and software systems in general, you know, are more often than not minutely specified before any application is developed. And so, of course, it goes without saying that specifications are most crucial for external interfaces that have to stay balanced and grounded…stable.”

Lucas couldn’t help but maintain his grin as he glanced down again at Valerie’s resume. The bodacious young bombshell certainly knew what she was talking about. He glanced up at her again, appreciating how her blue eyes shined in the late-afternoon sun that was spilling in from the tall windows of his corner office. Lucas studied her for a few long moments, this time not focusing so much on her obvious physical assets, and instead trying to get a feel for what her attitude might be like. For an accomplished young woman like her, freshly graduated from one of the “new Ivy League” schools, there was always the danger that she could become a problem in the office culture, whining about discrimination or harassment or this or that or whatever else these other young women were doing in other companies. Lucas knew that “times had changed,” to a certain extent, but he also knew that there wasn’t anything wrong with a little inter-office flirtation. 

‘Besides,’ he thought to himself, ‘Look at what she’s wearing! She knows what she’s doing. It’s her way of saying that she understands how things work, and that she’s willing to jump right in. Gotta admire that panache.’ 

He asked her a few more cursory questions, and then stood up to shake her hand. Once again, he was struck by how she was almost eye-level with him. He didn’t much care for it, but there was also something in the back of his brain that didn’t really mind it — the added boost from her tasteful black heels only seemed to underline her presence and her confidence. 

“It’s been a pleasure, Ms. Darnoe,” said Lucas warmly, holding her hand for a few extra moments as he squeezed and un-squeezed it a couple times. 

“Oh likewise, Mr. Mineur,” she said, getting the French-based pronunciation exactly correct. 

“It’ll be a few days to process all the great applicants we’ve had,” he said, finally releasing her hand, “But, not promising anything here, of course…but I wouldn’t be shocked if you were getting a special call here shortly.” 

“Well I’ll look forward to it!” she laughed pleasantly, with fresh energy. A couple moments later she was gone, and Lucas had to take a couple minutes to decompress from that enlivening, stimulating interaction. She was more or less just as qualified as the other applicants, that was for sure, and she had an extra something…and “x factor,” so to speak, that Lucas was impressed by. If he was being honest with himself, he knew exactly what this “x factor” was: her double-D breasts, her long, slender legs, and her sexy eyes…plus, a chipper, slightly submissive attitude, like she was up for anything. In his mind, Lucas worked it out to sound slightly more professional, reasoning that his office needed a little more diversity anyway, since there weren’t that many women working at Braden, Inc to begin with. 

Of course, there was Sophia, but she was basically his age, in her mid-30’s…and besides, well…that was past history. They had briefly dated, but she was a little too independent for him, a little too bossy and maybe hardheaded. But now that they weren’t involved anymore, there was a mutual level of respect between them: Sophia respected him as an engineer and a manager, and Lucas respected that Sophia wouldn’t take any shit from him. It had gotten to the point, even, when Lucas would actually ask Sophia for advice on certain things. Their relationship had become professionally and personally stable. 

But this new girl, Valerie…well, Lucas was chomping at the bit to hire her. He knew that Sophia would give him an earful about it, but could she argue with Valerie’s credentials? Besides, he could frame it to her like he was doing his part to ensure that more women got jobs in engineering and software companies. He chuckled to himself, anticipating the lightly-indignant, knowing look on Sophia’s face when he would try that argument on her. 

Lucas was so preoccupied that he nearly forgot that there was one more interviewee waiting outside. He sighed a bit exasperatedly. He already had more than enough top-tier people to choose from. He glanced down at the last resume. 

“Brooke Pupoljak”

‘Well at least it’s another girl,’ he thought. ‘Maybe she’ll be just as hot as Ms. Darnoe.’ 

He called for this last applicant to come in, and, upon seeing her emerge sheepishly from behind his office door, he quickly decided that, most definitely, this woman was nowhere close to Valerie. The first thing Lucas noticed was her posture. This girl…Brooke Pupoljak…was a good deal shorter than Valerie, and definitely not nearly as well-dressed. Come to think of it, compared to all the applicants in general, Lucas felt immediately turned-off by this woman’s presentation. She was dressed in an odd, cornflower-blue skirt that went down awkwardly a bit past her knees, hovering just high enough to reveal black-stockinged legs that, from the apparent looseness of the stockings, were spindly and underdeveloped. The woman pulled the door to, stumbling a little in her oversized white heels as she did so. 

Lucas found himself sighing again. Did he seriously have to do this interview? This woman had had all afternoon to get her appearance right, and she hadn’t even had the forethought or the decency to tuck her off-white blouse into her dress: a slight billow of her blouse flared outward from her left hip, looking badly out of place in Lucas’s crisp, clean, immaculate office. And when she turned around and faced him, Lucas couldn’t help but blink rapidly in irritation. Her entire appearance was way off — her chest was as flat as a board, with absolutely no curves to speak of. Her brunette hair just looked a little…oily…or something. Like maybe she hadn’t washed it in a couple days. She had clearly tried to do it up in a kind of makeshift bun, but whatever she had envisioned, it hadn’t turned out too well; stray strands of her dark hair stuck out in unseemly isolated strands. 

‘Unkempt,’ thought Lucas sullenly to himself as he regarded her unsmilingly from his chair. ‘That’s the word.’

His eyebrows were raised in a kind of indictment, as if to say, ‘Really? This is all you’ve got?’ He took his time looking down at her resume, making her stand there for a few extra seconds. 

“Brooke…Pupojak…Pupoljak? Is that how you pronounce it?” he asked drily. 

“Um…that’s, uhh…that’s close enough,” she said nervously, trying to smile at his butchering of her name. 

“Hmmm,” he intoned, not impressed at all with her attitude. “Well, go ahead and take a seat, Ms…..uh, Ms. Pupojak, Pupoljak…whatever it is. What is that name? Russian?”

“Um…it’s Croatian,” she said, stumbling up a little to sit in the chair. Now that she was closer, Lucas could get a better look at her face. It seemed to just go along with the rest of her appearance: plain, unremarkable, and even a bit doughy. Her nose was a little too big and her mouth was a little too small, and her large dark eyes…maybe the only redeeming quality in her face…seemed slightly too far apart. What’s more, she was sporting a couple sizable brown moles, one that commanded attention near her rounded chin, and another that blemished her right cheek. Lucas knew that he was being unfair to her, comparing her with someone like Valerie, but there was no getting around it in his mind: in such a comparison, Brooke Pupoljak was markedly unattractive. Another few years under her belt, and she would be downright ugly. 

“Ok, so,” said Lucas, ignoring Brooke’s answer, “You graduated from Grenfeld Polytech a year ago…computer science…no academic distinctions, I see.”

“Uh, yeah, haha,” said Brooke with timid laughter, “I had…some issues when I was at school.”

“Issues?” asked Lucas, looking at her and blinking pitilessly. 

“Um, y-yeah…you know, uhh…j-just some issues with, uh…motivation and all, you know?”

“Hmm,” he replied shortly, looking back down at her resume. “And when you graduated, it looks like you got an internship…eventually, after four months…not sure what you were doing in between…at Macking Coding. Was it a paid internship?”

“Uh, no…no it was unpaid,” said Brooke. “But I…I still, uh…I still learned a lot, I think!” 

“I see,” said Lucas, not even bothering to lean back in his chair this time. He only did that when he was savoring the moment, and right now, he wanted to get this young woman out of there as quickly as possible. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon…it was already past 6. 

“So, Brooke,” he said, doing little to disguise the stoniness in his voice, “tell me about the last project you worked on at Macking. I’m assuming, of course, that they actually had you working on projects there?”

“Well…well, uh…y-yes. Yes, they did…in a way,” she said. “Like, uh…I wasn’t…doing anything on my own or anything, but, just…uh…haha, yeah, they let me join in on some things.”

“Ok,” said Lucas, starting to get irritated. “Why don’t you just explain it to me. You don’t have to get all into the details. Just a basic run-through, if you don’t mind.”

“S-sure! Well, uh…so, my manager got together a, umm…a team of people to make an online training…uh…training program, I guess it was…for employees. The program was to make sure that, uh…you know. Employees had proper training and everything, right? So, thye, uh…thaty had me r-research other…other t-training programs f-first, and then…then we used Java to c-code a, uh…a program.” 

As she spoke, Brooke’s voice increasingly began to shake as she became more and more nervous. Lucas didn’t have time for this nonsense, but it was at least good to hear that this girl had some experience with coding. 

“Oh, so you can use Java?” he asked mildly. 

“Y-yeah,” said Brooke. “I m-mean, I’m still learning it, b-but I…I can use it.”

“What about JavaScript or C++?” he asked, knowing the answer before she spoke. He just wanted to see her squirm a little. What was she thinking, coming into his office, thinking he would hire someone like her? 

“Um, m-maybe a little JavaScript,” she said in a small voice, “But n-not much really. I don’t have any, uh…any experience with C++.”

“Mmhm,” said Lucas, making it sound like that was really the death-kneel for her chances. “Ok, well…generally — and by “generally” I mean “almost always” — we here at Braden require applicants to be at least partially versed in JavaScript and C++…not to mention, of course, having the necessary academic qualifications.”

“Oh…y-yeah…yeah I understand,” said Brooke, her shoulders slumping a little in embarrassment. For half a second, Lucas felt a little bad for her, and wondered if he was just being a dick for no reason. But an instant later, he brushed it all off. If she wanted to see what it was like in the fast-paced, cut-throat world of the top software engineering firms, well…now she was getting a little taste. 

“Alright well, in any case, thanks for coming in,” said Lucas, indicating to the door with an open palm. 

“O-ok…ok, thank you,” stammered Brooke, standing up out of her chair too quickly, like she didn’t want to be accused, on top of everything else, of overstaying her welcome. 

“Have a nice evening, Ms….uh, Ms…”

“Pupoljak,” she said, laughing nervously as she opened the door. 

Lucas waved his hand, nodding his head. “Whatever. Shut the door behind you, if you don’t mind.” 

Brooke did so, and Lucas couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle to himself. 

“Was she actually serious?” he said to himself out loud, not even caring if she heard him. His mind quickly shifted to Valerie, and a number of the other applicants, as he closed up his office for the day.

Two nights later, he had submitted his recommendations to the higher-ups for the position. Generally, these recommendations were a mere formality, as Lucas’s bosses more or less went along with what he wanted. It was so informal that he was even able to pretend that he had more power in the process than he actually did. True, he was the manager of the branch, but there were still plenty of people much higher than him, who technically had the ability to overrule him on a whim if they really wanted to. His phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket, looking down at his messages. One from Dave, one of the higher-ups. 

“Bad news, Lucas,” it read. “All your recommendations have already taken positions elsewhere.”

Lucas felt his stomach drop a little. Even Valerie?! He was so sure that he had played her perfectly! It turned out that she had just been playing him. He exhaled in annoyance as he typed back:

“Seriously? All of them?” 

“All of them,” Dave replied back. “Anyone else you could hire, just to fill the position?” 

Lucas sat there. He had gone through everyone else…only that girl…Brooke-what’s-her-face, remained. 

“There was one other applicant,” Lucas typed back, “But she was unqualified, and frankly, not too professional. Not a lot of experience either.” 

“Well, Bill told me to tell you that he needs the position filled by the end of the month,” replied Dave rapidly. “And that’s tomorrow, so looks like it’s gotta be her.” 

Lucas felt truly irritated now — not only was his true lack of power in the whole company structure painfully obvious at times like this, but also he was being forced to hire someone unattractive and nervous. He wasn’t looking forward to dealing with that every day. 

“Well ok,” he said, trying to diplomatically convey his displeasure, “But she really is a novice, Dave. Like, I don’t think she’s a good fit at all.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dave replied back almost instantly. “Just take her on as a one-month trial employee. If she’s really that bad, fire her in a month. But we really do need that slot filled.” 

“Ok, I’m on it,” said Lucas, and that was that. A few minutes later, he was grumpily writing Brooke a quick email telling her that she had the job…for the moment.

End Notes:

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Chapter 2 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 2

The next day, Lucas was not in the mood for any bullshit. He had woken up earlier than he had intended to, and he had not been able to go back to sleep. Instead, he had tossed and turned in his bed for over an hour, trying and failing to focus his mind on getting back to sleep. The thing was, whenever he had centered his mind enough to approach unconsciousness again, the image of that girl…Brooke…popped into his mind again, causing him to grumble and turn over in his bedsheets, starting the whole process over again. 

What had he done wrong with Valerie?! He wasn’t really thinking about the other male applicants who had accepted positions elsewhere — they were high-powered guys who could basically get jobs anywhere they wanted. But Valerie…well, yes it was true that she was just as bright and “high-powered” as the guys had been…but…but…

Lucas couldn’t bring himself to openly admit to himself that she had played him, rather than the other way around. He was so sure that he had impressed her, with his easy, confident demeanor, his professional questions, and even (he thought) his tactical acknowledgement of her blatantly obvious physical attributes. He had thought, a little smugly, that other interviewers would have just pretended like they couldn’t see how hot she was, and that she would see his thinly-veiled innuendo as a welcome and refreshing alternative to the stilted, stiff-upper-lip corporate offices she was probably used to. 

Now Lucas saw that he had badly overplayed his hand, and had gotten burned. Or had he? Maybe it was something else about Braden, Inc. that Valerie hadn’t liked. Maybe it was just the whole feng shui of the place, so to speak — maybe she didn’t like the look of his coworkers…maybe Sophia had looked askance at her, or something…it would be just like Sophia, to intentionally deprive him of a morsel like Valerie. He tossed and turned some more…hell, maybe she didn’t like the look of the fucking paint on the wall — who knows? The point was that, for whatever reason, she had chosen another job. She had chosen not to take a job where she would be around him. It was impossible for Lucas not to feel jilted and rejected, but eventually, as he continued to lie restlessly in bed, he got himself to a point mentally where he had convinced himself that her decision to pick another job had nothing whatsoever to do with him personally. 

With that conviction firmly chiseled into his mind, Lucas looked over at the clock. 5:43. He usually got up at 6 o’clock. It would be pointless to try and go back to sleep now. Grumbling some more, he lugged himself out of bed and stepped into the shower, trying not to think about how much the incoming work day was going to suck. He had exchanged emails with Brooke the day before, informing her not so much that she had “gotten the job,” but rather that she had been selected to work a one-month paid trial period with the company, and that her further employment would be contingent upon her performance, and how well she seemed to “gel” with the rest of the office. 

Lucas soaped up his hair in the steamy shower; the scent of “Blue Musk” brand male shampoo began to permeate his bathroom as it mixed with the hot water vapor. He was positive that Brooke wouldn’t be staying with Braden any longer than a month. The girl literally had nothing going for her. Even her replying email was fraught with grammar and spelling errors, and even included some errant spaces, almost like she had leaned against the keyboard without realizing it. 

‘Is she just, like totally clueless?’ Lucas asked himself as he soaped up his body with a lather. ‘Or maybe she has some kind of weird…I don’t know…disability or something? She’s just obviously not totally there. Air-headed.’

he had already resolved not to think too hard about the fact that the upper management of Dave, Bill, and the like, more or less had total control over what happened in his office, at least in theory. Lucas could continue to manage everything as he saw fit, so long as Dave…and Bill…and others even higher up, approved of his results. And over his career, his results had spoken for themselves so far. He had played an important role in the development of an impressive array of new software technologies. And now, well now…

‘Ah shit,” he thought to himself sullenly, stepping out of the shower and drying himself off with a clean white towel. ‘I’m gonna have to give this girl a fucking clearance code for the nanobots. Wonderful…just great.’ 

He couldn’t help but think that it was a pure liability, giving someone like Brooke an actual security clearance to something as under-wraps as the nanobot project. He had considered emailing Dave about his concerns, but had ultimately refrained, since he knew that any email to the contrary of Bill’s relayed orders would be seen as whiny, and perhaps even worse, insubordinate. Lucas looked at the mirror in his bathroom, which had completely fogged over during his shower. He could see the slight outlines of his dark shape toweling itself off, but nothing sharp or defined about his features; he was just a shape in the water vapor stuck to the mirror. 

‘She’s not really that bad,’ he thought to himself as he stared indistinctly at his shape, moving his towel back and forth across his back. ‘Clearly unqualified, not a looker by any means…totally clumsy…not confidence…but it’s not like she’s gonna go blabbing out about our development secrets.’ 

Lucas actually chuckled out loud as he stepped over to the mirror, wiping out a clear oval of clear mirror from the fog, revealing his grinning face. She wasn’t going to do anything to risk the company firing her! She had to just be positively thrilled that she had managed to land the job in the first place! And of course, Lucas knew that she wasn’t going to have trouble showing everyone in the office, over the next month, that she had absolutely none of the qualifications to belong there — the last thing she was going to do was jeopardize her already-precarious position, surely! The girl certainly wasn’t that bright, but at least she had the good sense to be nervous around him! 

Lucas could feel himself warming to this task of “training” Brooke the more he thought about it, and as he put on his clothes in his bedroom, he actually managed to trick himself into thinking that it was going to be fun, showing her how unprepared for this job she actually was. Even though he wasn’t going to enjoy looking at her, he could at least enjoy her surprised and humbled reaction when he showed her just how complicated everything was, just how high-powered everyone’s job was at Braden…just how intense and intricate their nanobot development had become. By the time Lucas had strapped in his seat belt and pulled out of the parking garage of his luxury condo complex, he was in a good mood. The first sip of his coffee that he picked up from the drive-thru only served to intensify his anticipation of this “training day.” There was nothing outwardly malevolent about Lucas’s approach — he was just looking forward to showing this girl what it was like to work in a “real” company. Even though Brooke was completely unattractive to him, she was still a girl…and as such, Lucas could still get a kick out of her humility. 

Lucas strode out of the golden elevator on the 42nd floor of the skyscraper, and straight towards Sophia’s desk. She was usually the first one in the office, and even though he had talked himself into a good mood, he still wanted to give her a piece of his mind. At this point, he had convinced himself that she had been the reason why Valerie had chosen not to take the job at Braden. He peered around the open door to her office and saw her diligently typing away, her eyes going left and right rapidly as she looked at her screen. Sophia was around his age, in her mid-30s, and more or less looked her age, even though she was still quite pretty. Her dirty-blond hair was tied up in a half-bun, half-ponytail up on her head, looking slightly disheveled as usual. But there was something of that aesthetic that fit Sophia — she always looked like she had somewhere else to go in a hurry, but whenever she actually locked her light blue eyes on someone, it suddenly seemed like she was exactly where she wanted to be. She always wore essentially the same thing: a white blouse top, opened up down the middle a bit too much, showing more of her C-cup chest than was normal for an office woman (even in these times), and a fairly short black skirt that went down to around her mid-thighs, hugging her shape. Sophia was not particularly curvy, but she was not rail-thin either. In any case, she had well-formed legs that were always aided with the pump of her black 3-inch heels, whose shininess and polish always seemed to contrast with her otherwise haphazard and slightly bedraggled appearance. But Sophia was pretty enough to get away with it, at least as far as Lucas was concerned. Although they were long since finished romantically, he was always reminded, time and time again, of why he had been drawn to her before. It was an odd, confident, slightly hurried, and kinetic presence that she had. There was literally no one like her. 

After staring at her for a couple moments, Lucas rapped his knuckles smartly on her door frame. 

“What is it, Lucas?” Sophia asked, a little impatiently, without taking her eyes from her screen. 

Lucas smiled; she always knew when he was coming, even when he tried to hide himself. 

“Oh, you know, nothing really,” he sighed mildly, cocking his head as he examined his finely-trimmed fingernails. “Just thought I would drop in and say that I know you torpedoed that hire I had in the bag.”

Sophia’s eyes kept going left and right rapidly as she finished typing whatever sentence she was in the middle of. Lucas waited there for a few long seconds, feeling that the humor in his comment was quickly dissipating into the ether with each passing moment. Finally, Sophia stopped typing and looked up at him. 

“Torpedoed your hire?” she repeated, looking straight at him from over her spectacles. “The fuck are you talking about?” 

Lucas chuckled a little, stepping a bit into Sophia’s office as she continued to stare at him intently with those pale blue eyes. She certainly had a way of freezing people with her stare, that was for sure. But Lucas knew that he was on to something with her. 

“Oh don’t feed me that, Sophia,” he said warmly. “You know what I’m talking about. That girl who came in a couple days ago…Valerie? You know? The blond bombshell?” 

“Oh! Yeah I heard about her,” said Sophia mildly, her yes going back to her screen. “Heard all you guys slobbering to each other about her in the break room. Haha, yeah, it sounds like she dodged a real bullet here, let me tell you.”

“So you DO know about it, huh?” inquired Lucas accusingly, pointing at her with a triumphant grin. 

“I heard that, despite your brilliantly-conducted interview, no doubt interspersed with clever insinuations, she got a job somewhere else. Heard all of the candidates got other jobs, in fact.” 

Sophia stopped typing and rubbed her chin thoughtfully with her fingers, furrowing her brow in mock-contemplation.

“Hmmmm,” she mused, “Gee, I wonder what chased her away?”

“Well it wasn’t my interview, if that’s what you’re implying,” said Lucas, dropping the humor. “It was YOU, wasn’t it? You nabbed her in the hallway, didn’t you? Told her to get a job someplace else?” 

“Lucas,” laughed Sophia, once again going back to her screen, “I think it’s hilarious that you just assume that I was the mastermind behind this Ivy-league girl not taking a position here. She probably wanted to go somewhere where the management was a little…let’s just say younger.”

“Younger?” cried Lucas. “I’m 36! That’s still young!”

“Tell that to the 26-year old whiz from California who she got a job with instead,” laughed Sophia, now looking straight at Lucas again, just to enjoy his disappointment. 

“What?” he asked, trying and failing to hide his surprise. “She got a job at Rubik’s, across town?”

“Oh yeah,” said Sophia. “She didn’t even bother to leave the city. How’s that for rubbing it in your face, old man?” 

Lucas couldn’t help but laugh a little at Sophia’s counter; she certainly did know how to get at him and twist the knife. And he was still in a good mood, from his earlier pep talks with himself. But he couldn’t deny that the fact that Valerie had chosen to take a job at Rubik’s, the up-and-start software company headed by Preston Rubik, the young, brilliant “30-under-30” prodigy, was a blow to his masculinity. Lucas had seen a picture of Preston Rubik in a magazine and…well, he wasn’t just brilliant and ambitious. He was hot too.

“Aww, I go a little too far?” teased Sophia, her eyes dancing a little bit.

“No!” exclaimed Lucas, reddening a little as he smiled bashfully. It was impossible to hide anything from Sophia for too long. He knew she was calling him out, making fun of him, taking him down a peg…reminding him that he maybe wasn’t as much of a hotshot as he thought he was. It definitely irritated him somewhere inside, but…well, it was also still nice to play these little games with her. They needled each other often, with each attack carrying some real sting of truth, but without the real poison and toxicity that it once conveyed, when they had actually been romantically involved.

“Haha, well, you get some, you lose some,” said Sophia wistfully. 

“Oh god, that reminds me,” said Lucas, checking his watch and starting to leave, “Gotta see if the new girl is on time. Spoiler alert: I bet she isn’t.”

“Aw, well, don’t be too hard on her Lucas,” said Sophia, going back to her screen. “I saw her file. Just treat her as a temp who could have a good experience here for a month, you know? Teach her something useful. Don’t drive her like she’s a real employee, ok?”

“But if I don’t push her, how’s she gonna learn?” Lucas shot back, raising his eyebrows as he left. 

“Well, you’re Mr. Manager!” Sophia called out, chuckling.

“Oh niiice!” he retorted, and the interaction was over. 

Lucas was pleased to realize that his surmise about Brooke had been correct: it was already three minutes after 8, and she had not yet turned up. Lucas put down his briefcase and sank down into his plush black leather chair, sighing as he did so. Maybe she wouldn’t even show up at all — maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with all of her clear inadequacies at all…maybe she would just…float away. And then he could tell Dave that she had been a no-show, and that he didn’t have time to entertain the whims of someone as unqualified and unreliable as she was. Maybe it would even be an opportunity for him to, very gently, tell those above him ‘I told you so.’ 

Still though, pragmatically speaking, it was going to make for an inconvenient day if he had to rearrange his schedule and send all those emails out. He woke up his computer and started answering emails, which at this point mainly consisted of other people in his department bouncing ideas off each other about their new nanobot technology. Within a couple minutes, Lucas had almost forgotten about Brooke, instead throwing himself headlong into the rich content of their new and promising technology. 

There was no question that the nanobots they were developing at Braden were cutting-edge, and there was also no question that Lucas himself had been a key player in the development so far. That was why Sophia’s little stings didn’t really hurt so much — she knew, and he knew, that they were both part of something special, something that had the potential to revolutionize the way humans developed. The nanobots had worked so well in the lab rat hosts the previous year, yielding an array of impressive results: empirically-measured improvements in short-term memory, skin and fur complexion, reflexes, and eyesight. There was even good evidence, though not quite as easy to prove as the other attributes, that the nanobots acted as a mild anti-depressant. The human trials had just begun earlier that year, on informed-consent people who were already suffering from terminal illnesses, and aware of the risks. Unfortunately, the nanobots had nearly always killed their human hosts. There was lots of work that remained.

A few minutes later, Lucas happened to glance up from his computer screen. He saw an asymmetrical shape hovering in the doorway, and he started back in surprise, actually jumping back a little in his chair as it rolled backwards and hit the wall behind him. 

“Huh!” exhaled Lucas in sharp surprise, realizing who it was. “Jesus! You…you startled me there!”

“I’m…uh…s-sorry, Mr. Miner,” stammered Brooke. “I…w-wasn’t sure what I was, umm, what I was supposed to do.”

“Well, a little knock would have been nice, for starters,” said Lucas, regathering himself as he pushed his chair back up to his desk. “And let’s make sure we get my name right, mmkay? It’s ‘Mineur,’ alright?”

“M-mineur,” repeated Brooke, blushing with embarrassment as she failed to get the “ur” just right. 

“Mineur,” said Lucas, a little more emphatically. His eyes went over Brooke’s whole get-up, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised by what he saw: a baggy, wrinkled pale red blouse, that looked like it had been washed with the “white loads” about twenty times too many…a strange, almost Catholic-school-girl skirt, with dark green and navy stripes…no hips to speak of…and the same baggy black tights hanging on her skinny legs. At least she was wearing high heels, even though they looked about a size and a half too big. Her black hair looked just as unkempt and waxy as it had before. 

“Mineur,” said Brooke, finally getting it right. 

“Yes. Ok,” said Lucas, taking a deep exasperated breath and folding his hands in front of him on his desk. “Now, Miss…remind me of your last name again, please?”

“Pupoljak,” she said, smiling a little. “Y-you know, the Croatian — ”

“That…that doesn’t matter to me, ok?” said Lucas impatiently, waving his hand. “What I was going to say, Miss Pupoljak, is…I was going to remind you that this position is, for all intents and purposes a temp position. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she said, staring at him a little blankly and blinking. 

‘Wow,’ thought Lucas, ‘She doesn’t even know what “temp” means…or maybe she does…maybe she just looks like that all the time.’

“And, by nature of your contract here, which you have signed, you’ll be an employee at Braden for exactly one month. Your future employment beyond that month will be entirely contingent on your performance that you exhibit for the next thirty days. Does that make sense?”

“Y-yeah…I mean yes it does,” said Brooke, nervously crossing her feet and picking at the tips of her fingers. 

“And let me just say, and I’m not meaning for us to get off on the wrong foot here, but again, let me just stress to you that when you show up…14 minutes late on your first day of work…well, let’s just say that it’s not an ideal way to start.”

“I’m s-sorry, really, I am!” said Brook eagerly, stepping forward awkwardly into Lucas’s office. “It just…uh…it t-took me ages to park, because, um…hehe, you know, I kind of forgot which level Braden employees park on, and — ”

“Well, just look at the signs,” said Lucas, shaking his head slightly as he looked up at this bumbling mess of a girl. 

“I—I know, haha! I f-figured it out eventually…b-but then, uh…I left my bag in my car because I was n-nervous, and I had to go back, and uhh…”

“Ok,” said Lucas, holding up his hand, indicating that she should stop. “Whatever it was, Miss Pupo…Popol…oh hell, I’m just gonna call you Brooke, ok? Whatever the problem was this morning, Brooke, I don’t expect it to be repeated again tomorrow. Alright?”

“A-alright, y-yes…yes, sorry,” she said earnestly. 

“That’s ok,” said Lucas, almost more to himself to her. “It’s all right. It’s just that…we do things professionally around here. And even though you’re a temporary employee, I still expect you to adhere to our standards. Sound fair?”

“Mmhmm!” nodded Brooke, now almost totally Scarlet. For a moment, Lucas couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. This girl was a real piece of work — how had she managed to hold down an internship for months before? Where had it been? Macking…still though, Macking was respectable. it had been an unpaid internship though…that probably explained it. 

“Ok, so…” said Lucas, “I need to finish answering some emails before we start.” He glanced down at the polyester white “briefcase” that Brooke was holding. What on earth was that thing?! It looked tacky as hell! 

“I’m assuming you brought your laptop in today?” he inquired, peering up at her. 

“Uh y-yes…yes I did,” answered Brooke, nodding her head eagerly. 

“Oh alright, good,” said Lucas, feeling genuinely surprised that she had actually managed to plan that far ahead. “Well, I’m assuming that you’ve done some research into the special technology we’re developing here at Braden? Lots of the details are secret, of course, but you do know that we’re in the process of developing nanobot technology at the moment, don’t you?” 

“Nano…bot technology?” asked Brooke uncertainly, straining her head forward a bit. The slight blemishes on her face became a little clearer to Lucas as she did so. His observations aside, though, he couldn’t believe that Brooke didn’t even seem to know what nanobots were. 

“So…you don’t even know what nanobots are?” he asked, completely deadpan. 

“Umm…uhh, no, not really,” said Brooke quietly. “Are they like, uhh…r-robots?” 

“Uh…haha, um, yeah,” said Lucas, shaking his head incredulously. “They’re like robots…whooooo boy…ok, you know what, how about this? I answer these emails, and you sit over there in that chair, pull up “nanobots” on wikipedia, and see what you can learn in the next twenty minutes, mmkay?”

“Uh…o-ok,” said Brooke, clearly feeling like a fish out of water as she shuffled awkwardly over to the open chair and sat down. Lucas made wide eyes at his computer screen, as if saying ‘Are you seeing this girl!?’ and then settled back into answering his emails. It was going to be a long day. 

Five minutes went by, and Lucas had again almost forgotten that Brooke was sitting in a chair in his office. 

“Uhh..Mr. Min…Mineur?” came her timid voice all of a sudden.

“Yes?” asked Lucas, feeling irritated by the mere lack of confidence in her voice alone. 

“Wh-what’s…what’s the wifi password?”

End Notes:

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Chapter 3 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 3

After Lucas had finished answering his morning emails, he sat there in his black leather chair, staring blankly at his screen for a moment, before turning his head slightly to steal a glance at Brooke. It was impossible for him to hold back the hostility of his stare, because he was entirely unable to muster any positive thoughts or energy around her. She was sitting there in the chair, her spindly legs crossed together at an awkward angle, as her body hunched toward her laptop screen. 

‘Obviously no one taught this girl how to sit up straight,’ Lucas thought. ‘Jesus, her body looks like it’s doing its best impression of the letter “C.” How is she possibly going to last a month here? Maybe she’ll be so inept that Dave gets involved or something…and solves my problem for me.’

But Lucas knew that all of this was wishful thinking. Dave rarely condescended to micro-manage Lucas’s division, and whenever he had in the past, Lucas had generally not felt well-disposed towards the intervention, since, of course, it reminded him that he did not enjoy as much real power as he sometimes felt he had. It was strange, now, to realize that he had been subconsciously starting to hope for Dave or someone higher up to come rescue him from this unenviable situation. 

“Ok, so…learned a thing or two about nanobots?” he asked out loud, trying to keep the antagonism out of his voice. 

“I…uhh…I’ve r-read some about them, y-yes,” answered Brook, looking up anxiously from her screen. The pixelated light reflected off the waxiness of her brunette hair, further highlighting its unkempt oiliness. 

“Well?” asked Lucas, inhaling through his nose. “Anything to say so far?”

“N-not really,” said Brooke apologetically. She shifted clumsily in her seat, out of sheer nerves, and as a result, her laptop came tumbling down onto the carpeted floor.

“Oooo drat!” she exclaimed, reddening in embarrassment as she bent down to pick it back up again. Lucas watched as she fumbled about, and he noticed that her laptop already had a number of dings and chinks in its exterior — clearly, this was not the first time that Brooke had dropped it. 

“Really? Nothing to say?” asked Lucas, even as he asked himself why he was pushing the poor girl. “Ten minutes of reading and…no new information?”

“I…I’m s-sure that I learned something,” said Brooke, stumbling forward a bit as she retrieved her laptop from the floor. “B-but…but I, uh…I mean…it’s kinda…was kind hard for me to...find the right...website resources.” 

“Oh yeah?” asked Lucas, raising his eyebrows without empathy. “Well, maybe try and focus yourself today, ok Brooke? This job…er, internship…temp position…whatever…will require you to not only remember large amounts of data and information, but to also process it as well. Surely you had to remember things at your former internship at Macking, right?”

“Uh…y-yes,” said Brooke. “Th-that is…um…I mean…w-we…uh, I…I did a lot of j-just watching others, y-you know?”

“Uh…ok,” said Lucas, looking intently down at a random spot on the floor and opening his eyes wide as he shook his head a little back and forth. “Ok, well…I guess we need to get started.” 

Sighing audibly, he stood up, walked around his desk, and toward his office door, where he stopped and turned around expectantly. Brooke was still sitting in the chair, looking up at him confusedly. 

“That means both of us, ok?” Lucas said, beckoning her out of her seat with an irritated whirl of his hand. 

“Oh! S-sorry!” she said hurriedly, standing up abruptly from her chair and causing her laptop to once again fall to the floor. She bent down and picked it up, oddly holding it under her arm as she walked over toward the office door.

Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief, closing his eyes as he titled his head slightly down. “Just…just leave your laptop in the chair, ok?” said Lucas, pointing. “You’re not gonna need it for what we’re doing.”

“Oh…a-alright,” stammered Brooke, obviously out-of-sorts. She put her laptop down and walked back up to Lucas. He stood there looking down on her for a moment; he felt almost like he was studying a biological anomaly, looking at this girl. She was just so clumsy and…and scatterbrained and out of it…that it was almost interesting. Almost. But as he looked down at the top of her head, which, in her 3-inch heels, was even with his eyes, he felt a wave of distaste in his mouth. For a moment, he really considered calling her out on the disheveled state of her appearance, but something internal stopped him. 

‘Eh, she’s already having a hard time speaking, she’s so nervous,’ he thought, not out of pity so much as practicality. ‘If I give her even more reason to be insecure, then it’s just gonna make my day that much harder.’ 

“Ok, all set?” he asked out loud, arching his eyebrows at her as he tried to make his voice sound pleasant. 

“Mmhm,” she said, looking up at him with her big eyes and nodding. 

“Alright then, let’s first take you on a little tour of the office, ok? It’s standard protocol for all of our temps, uh, I mean our new employees, to meet everyone. Just to maintain a good sense of community, you know?”

“Ah, yes…yes definitely,” said Brooke automatically, following Lucas out the door, her heels starting to clack loudly on the marble floor behind him. 

Lucas proceeded to make the rounds with Brooke, going as quickly as he reasonably could. He knew that it didn’t really matter if anyone really got to know her, since she would be out of there in thirty day’s time, but at the same time he was committed to following Braden’s company protocol; the last thing he wanted was for Dave, or heaven forbid Bill, to somehow get wind that he was lax in his obligations. 

He dropped in on Trent first, knocking on the door frame. As soon as the snappy young engineer looked up from his computer, Lucas had a sinking feeling in his chest. He realized that he was embarrassed to be showing Brooke around like this — what were his co-workers going to think of him!? He silently hoped that somehow Dave had informed everyone that this new position had been filled as a last resort, and would only be temporary. Otherwise, they would definitely look askance at him, and perhaps even begin to question his ability to effectively manage the branch. He hated that he couldn’t have a private word with everyone, before exhibiting Brooke. That would all have to wait. 

“Hi Trent,” said Lucas, clearing his throat a little as he attempted to speak normally. “Just thought I’d introduce you to our newest…employee here. This is Brooke. Brooke, this is Trent. He’s one of our associate software engineers. A real up-and-coming talent.” 

Brooke peered shyly around the doorframe, so that Trent could barely see her. In response to Lucas indicating with his hand, she silently stepped forward into the doorway a little more, looking timidly down at the bottom of Trent’s desk, where it met the floor. 

“Uh…hi Brooke,” said Trent, his mouth twitching slightly into a smile as his brow creased a little. 

Brooke didn’t answer for a moment; Lucas made eye contact with Trent and raised his eyebrows, silently indicating that he knew exactly what Trent was thinking. 

“Uh, Brooke,” muttered Lucas in a low voice, “Say hi.” 

“H-hi!” exclaimed Brooke a little too loudly, looking up for a moment at Trent’s face but then almost immediately switching her eyes to the wall behind him. 

“Brooke is…on a trial period with us for one month,” said Lucas, hoping that Trent would understand what that meant. “She’s…conveniently been able to fill the vacant position, so…I’m showing her around today. You know, giving her a taste of what we do here.”

“That’s…that’s nice,” said Trent, with effort. The young engineer was tall, fit, clean-cut, and brilliant. Lucas had always been a bit worried that one day, Trent would overtake his position. But thus far, he had worked exceedingly well as his “right hand man” in software development, particularly with the nanobots the past year and a half.

“So, she’s a temp?” asked Trent, not even bothering to ask Brooke herself. 

“Uh…I mean…in a manner of speaking, yes,” said Lucas, wishing that Trent had not picked this moment to grill him about the particulars of the new hire. 

“So…she gets a security clearance, then?” persisted Trent, squinting his eyes a little as he cocked his head to the side, unabashedly looking Brooke up and down, from head to toe. The young, confident (and slightly chauvinistic) engineer was not in the habit of hiding his feelings, and now was no exception. Even though he wasn’t saying anything out loud, it was clear that he did not approve of the notion of someone so rumpled and disarrayed having access to Braden’s secret technology.

“Uh, yeah…yeah she’ll be getting one,” said Lucas. “But, I mean…it’s not like she’s going to be around the stuff all the time. A security clearance for all our employees is standard policy, since, you know...all software engineers need to have access to the lab in order to upload our latest builds to the nanobots.”

He felt irritated at Trent — was he seriously going to sit there and cross-examine him about every aspect of Brooke’s hiring? Did Trent even realize that he, Lucas, had been basically forced to make this hire at the last minute, at the behest of upper management!? It was all well and good for Trent to sit there in his cozy little associate’s office, churning out product after product, but the young hotshot had no idea what it was like…what it took…to run an office.

“O…k,” said Trent slowly, moving his eyes back and forth between Lucas and Brooke. His behavior more than confirmed to Lucas that he was puzzled, and disapproving, about the choice to let this new person into their circle. But Trent was aware of how he came across, and he maintained this external show only long enough to get his message across to his boss. A moment later, his face was bright and sunny again. 

“Alright then,” Trent said, forcing a smile. “Nice to meet you…Brooke. See you around.”

Brooke continued smiling toothily at the carpet as Lucas led her out of Trent’s office and down the hallway, where he introduced her to Steve, Ryan, and James respectively, all of whom were associate software engineers. Steve and Ryan were more in line with Trent: young, ambitious, and good-looking software engineers who liked to go out on the weekends and spend their handsome earnings on status symbols that they could show off at stylish bars and nightclubs. They both reacted to Brooke more or less the same as Trent had: with puzzlement and confusion, thinly veiled under a friendly facade. They had both eyed Lucas searchingly, trying to get to the bottom of how someone like Brooke could have possibly been hired. Lucas had stared back at them, trying as hard as he could to communicate the fact that his hands were tied. It was a decidedly unpleasant experience for him; Lucas never liked openly admitting that his role as division manager was contingent on the power of upper management, but now, this admission was all he had to save face in front of his employees. 

Brooke’s introduction to James went slightly differently, since James was rather awkward and insecure himself. James was a bit older, a member of a generation who still had memories of a time before computers. He was an “old fashioned nerd,” looking thoroughly the part with his large rectangular glasses, his uncertain, halting gestures, and his wardrobe of tight-fitting office clothes that always seemed to make him look a bit more rotund than he actually was. Upon meeting Brooke, James, as he did while he met anyone new, actually blushed. Brooke actually managed to look up at James and make eye-contact, and the two of them shared a stare for a moment before they both looked away sheepishly. 

‘Geez,’ thought Lucas, ‘Maybe these two would actually work as a couple...Nah…James is a dweeb, but he’s super smart. He’d get tired of her slowness before too long.’

They were almost to Sophia’s office, but first, Lucas made sure they stopped by Olivia’s first. He wanted to give Brooke a good look at who exactly she would be compared to. By this point, he wasn’t sure that his new hire even had the capacity to appreciate what she was about to witness, but it didn’t stop him from laying it on thick when he stuck his head into the young software engineer’s office.

“Olivia?” he inquired pleasantly. “I have a new employee here for you to meet.”

“Oh nice!” chirped Olivia, looking up from her computer and pushing her leather chair back from her desk. Olivia liked to work very close to her screen, almost hunched over…such was the strength and intensity of her concentration. 

“Let me present…Brooke!” said Lucas, with all the fabricated sincerity of ceremony, as he beckoned Brooke into Olivia’s office. The hapless girl stumbled forward a little, and Olivia stood up, taking off her glasses to get a better look at the new hire. Olivia was half-Latino, half-caucasian; she was nearsighted, but that was, as far as Lucas was concerned, her only physical flaw. She stood a taller-than-average 5’8 in her bare feet, but with the 4-inch heels she wore, she was only an inch shorter than Lucas, and a little more than that if the slight lift of his loafers was factored in. But her height was just one of her many striking aspects — Olivia had been a swimmer in college, and had stayed in shape in the four years since she had graduated. Her rigorous exercise routine, combined with a little extra mid-twenties development, made for a decidedly curvy and delicious figure, not heavy set, by any means...just with lean curves and smooth skin. Her hips were wide and appealingly curved, and her ass, which Lucas couldn’t help but gawk at daily, was larger than what might have been expected. It bounced and danced after her in the hallways, like some kind of separate organism eager to play with the rest of her body, and connected to powerful thighs that Olivia was not ashamed to show off. Today and always, she wore form-fitting dresses that only came down to her mid-thighs. Her D-cup breasts perhaps weren’t as big as Valerie’s, but they were quite large nonetheless, and always looked like they were straining the confines of anything she wore. 

Not only was Olivia physically blessed far beyond the norm, but she had also developed a swerving, sleek “modern office” fashion that suited her short, spiky blond pixie cut perfectly. Today, her tight dress was blood-red, with red fingernails to match (cut short, of course, since she spent all day typing). Lucas actually felt himself hardening a little as he drew his eyes up her body, as if he was unwrapping her. She looked even hotter than usual today, and she knew it — her subtle eye shadow framed two hazel eyes, which were glancing at Lucas with incisive humor as she strode up to Brooke, offering her hand. 

“Pleased to meet you, Brooke!” said Olivia, looking genuinely down at the timid girl. 

Lucas felt like he had never seen such a lopsided comparison between two girls in his entire life. Here was Olivia, looking like a pixie vampire in her stylish haircut, standing six feet tall and proud, with her shoulders back, and her thick, curvy figure seemingly about to burst out of her red dress, her big breasts right about even with Brooke’s hunched shoulders. Lucas could even see Olivia’s nipples poking through her red dress, and her bra underneath. He had never seen Olivia’s naked breasts, but he had long fantasized about how big her nipples must have been, to be that prominent. And it wasn’t just her nipples that drew his (and everyone else’s) attention — her dresses fit her in such a way as to reveal the maximum amount of cleavage permissible in a corporate office environment. The chasm between her twin mammaries left little to the imagination, showing off the bulging burgeons of taut breast flesh on either side. And what’s more, Olivia always wore a necklace with a small medallion on the end of it, which invariably got stuck deep in her cleavage over and over throughout the day. She would fish it out absently as she worked, only to have it inevitably fall back in. Olivia was a hard worker, and was not intent on overly manipulating anyone. But she knew what she was doing. 

And then there was Brooke…standing with her knees slightly bent, with a curved back and her neck thrust slightly forward (Lucas suddenly realized that she had an overbite…of course she did), loose black tights on her skinny legs, oversized heels, blemished skin, and oily, unkempt hair. Lucas suddenly had a strange moment, as Olivia and Brooke shook hands, where he felt…almost turned on by the crazy extent of the comparison between the two of them. He didn’t really understand this odd flash of erotic energy that flared up in him, and he didn’t like it…and so he distracted himself by chattering away at Olivia.

“Brooke will be with us for 30 days as our new…t-, uhh..our new employee,” he finished a bit lamely. 

“Oh really?” asked Olivia, releasing Brooke’s hand as she turned her piercing eyes to Lucas. He saw her subtly wipe her hand off on the back of her dress; Brooke’s hand was wet with nervous sweat. “So she’s not full-time?”

“Well…that, uh, remains to be seen,” said Lucas, glancing doubtfully down at Brooke. “I think she’s…got a thing or two to learn before we can take her on permanently, you know?” 

“Now don’t forget,” said Olivia, looking down at Brooke, even as she continued talking to Lucas, “That I was a nervous wreck when you guys hired me.”

“Yeah, but…you aced one of our test scenarios…using Python,” said Lucas, referring to the high-level programming language. 

“Yeah, yeah,” said Olivia flippantly, waving her hand (even though Lucas knew she enjoyed the memory of that interview). “Point is, Brooke, everyone starts somewhere, right?”

“Y-yes…yes, right,” said Brooke, completely missing Olivia’s subtle and unintentional put-down. Lucas didn’t miss it, however — and it also wasn’t lost on him that Olivia was several years younger than Brooke. He watched Olivia sit down, looking a bit too long; she caught him, as she often did, and gave him a knowing smirk. 

“Well go on,” she said to him, playfully shooing them out of her office. “Nice to meet you Brooke, but if I’m not careful, I’ll have Lucas ogling over me. Should I mention to Chase that you’ve been staring at me, Lucas?”

“Haha, you’ll do no such thing,” chuckled Lucas. Chase was Olivia’s fiance, a crossfit instructor and entrepreneur who was friendly with everyone else in the office, Lucas included. Even though Olivia’s threat was mostly jocular, Lucas didn’t want to think about antagonizing Chase. At 6’5, and a solid 240 pounds, Chase was a beast; Lucas often found himself imagining how intense their sex must have been.

They stopped by Sophia’s office last. Lucas had intentionally structured the tour this way, so that he could get all the other employees out of the way first — he more or less knew what Sophia’s reaction would be to Brooke. Besides, more than the other employees, she understood the situation with the new hire. 

“Aw, hello!” said Sophia brightly to Brooke, upon Lucas’s introduction. Unlike everyone else, Sophia actually bothered to get up out of her chair, walk over, and extend her hand to Brooke, who shook it limply. Sophia was about an inch taller than Brooke, and for a moment, she peered earnestly into Brooke’s face, trying to get a read on the new girl. Brooke nervously made eye contact with Sophia, and then smiled a little and looked away. 

“Well, pleased to meet you, Brooke,” said Sophia, letting her hand go as she stepped back a bit to get a full profile. Just as the other men had done, Sophia looked Brooke up and down, but instead of puzzlement and confusion, a look of kindness and pity came over her face. 

“So Lucas here is giving you the run-down, huh?” she asked, smiling wryly in his direction. “Showing you all the company secrets?” 

Lucas was giving Sophia a hard look, like he was daring her to try and pull something on him. 

Brooke nodded in confused affirmation.

“I just met…” she began, but Lucas interrupted her. 

“Trent, Steve, Ryan, James, Olivia” said Lucas robotically. 

"Y-yeah, those people! I can only remember a few of their names right now..." admitted Brooke quietly.

“Aw, that’s ok honey,” said Sophia warmly. “It’ll get easier as time passes.” As she spoke, Sophia looked over at Lucas challengingly, who had begun to shake his head.

“I mean,” continued Sophia, still looking straight at Lucas, “After a few weeks or so, you’ll have everyone’s name down pat. And a couple months from now you’ll be doing what Lucas is doing right now: giving some new employee the same tour that you’re being taken on now. That’s how it all works, Brooke. Don’t worry — I know it’s kinda scary now…new job, new place, all new people…but it’ll seem like home before you know it.” 

As Sophia was talking, a smile had grown on her face, exacerbated by the slashing motion Lucas was performing on his throat with his finger. Brooke looked up at Sophia briefly, and saw her making eyes at Lucas. But very quickly, Sophia felt Brooke’s eyes and looked back at her, smiling. Brooke returned the smile as best she could. 

“R-really?” she managed to say in response. “Y-you think…you think I can fit in here?” 

“Absolutely,” said Sophia immediately, looking back to Lucas. “It’s all about the support you get from your co-workers. And I’m not worried about that; this is a fine place to work. But Brooke?”

“Y-yeah?”

“You can come by my office any time if you need help with anything, ok? Don’t be afraid.”

“O-ok,” said Brooke. 

“Ok, alright,” said Lucas, cutting the interaction between the two women short. “So that’s everyone, Brooke. Let’s go to my office and discuss compensation, before we go and get your security clearance.”

Turning to leave, Lucas heard a sudden thump behind him. He turned around and saw that Brooke had tripped over her oversized heels, falling down to the ground on all fours as she made a surprised, exhaling sound. Almost as soon as she hit the floor, Sophia had swooped in and was picking her back up again. 

“Aw, I’m sorry honey! Easy, eeeaassy up…there we go. Looks like you tripped on those heels, haha! You ok?”

“I’m…f-fine,” said Brooke, blushing all over again. It was obvious she had gotten used to falling down. 

“We’ve gotta get you some smaller heels, girl,” said Sophia. “Maybe I can take you out shopping sometime soon, huh?”

“Ok!” exclaimed Brooke, looking up at Sophia and beaming for the first time.

“Ok,” said Sophia warmly as she locked eyes with Lucas. “Go on now.” 

A few moments later, they were back in his office. 

“Now what was your hourly at Macking?” Lucas asked.

“I…um…I can’t really r-remember,” said Brooke.

“You…can’t remember?” asked Lucas incredulously. He looked over at his framed diploma from Georgia Tech, as if to share his disbelief with the inanimate object. 

“Oh wait…I remember,” said Lucas. “It was an unpaid position. You said so in your interview.”

“Oh! Oh, r-right,” said Brooke. 

Lucas sighed. “Ok. Well…how about we pay you $17 an hour…you know…for this first month, and just…see how you do, ok?” 

“Ok!” she replied immediately, clearly having no idea he was slightly underselling her. 

‘Well, it’s just under the 25th percentile for entry-level jobs,’ he thought to himself, drawing up the paperwork. ‘And besides, she’s not even gonna be like a normal temp. This is more than she deserves.’

As he made a record of the compensation, Lucas couldn’t help his mind drifting to what he made hourly. 

‘Let’s see…$180,000 a year,’ he thought to himself, going over the numbers deliciously in his brain, ‘working 50 to 60 hours a week…let’s just call it 55…55 times 4 is 220…220 times 11 is…’

As he went through the simple calculations, he actually wrote them down in front of Brooke, not paying her any mind. It’s not like she knew what was going on, anyway. A moment later, he had it. 

‘Basically $75 an hour,’ he thought happily. He still hadn’t gotten over how successful he had turned out to be. 

But looking at Brooke, who was staring absentmindedly up at the ceiling, he wasn’t sure he was being paid enough to deal with her. 

“Ok, let’s go,” he sighed, getting out of his chair. “Let’s get you a security clearance.”

End Notes:

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Chapter 4 by Joyce Julep


Chapter 4

Lucas strode out his office down the hall, as he listened to Brooke stumbling along awkwardly behind him in her oversized heels. Rolling his eyes to himself without turning around, he just kept on walking purposefully, down past Trent’s office, Ryan’s office, and so on. He knew that he was going to be stuck with Brooke, more or less, for the rest of the day — the sooner he got this tour over with, the better. Then he could finally settle down in his office and do some meaningful work, perhaps after giving Brooke some simple, mundane task to do that would undoubtedly take her the rest of the day to complete. 

‘Maybe that’s how I can do it,’ he thought to himself, ‘Maybe, when Dave and Bill ask how she’s doing…if they even do ask…I can just tell them what she’s done…or not done…and they’ll finally see how unqualified she is and let her go…and let me off the hook.’

He passed Olivia in the hallway, giving her a knowing, wide-eyed look and tipping his head back behind him, as if to say, ‘Yeah, I’m stuck with her,’ only to have his eyes travel inevitably down to her cleavage, which was even more obvious whenever Olivia was moving. Her big breasts were already plainly obvious to anyone when she was sitting down, but when she was walking, they stood out even more, since they bounced and jiggled up and down with every sway and sidle of her athletic, curvy body. How could Lucas not stare!? It wasn’t really a conscious choice on his part — at this point, it was almost automatic. Her medallion was nowhere to be seen, buried deep down in the chasm of her cleavage, swallowed up by the bountiful, bodacious breast flesh on either side, squeezing together in the inadequate space of her top, seemingly threatening to burst out at any moment. Olivia blinked and shook her head a little, tilting her head to the side and giving Lucas a playfully censuring glance, before smiling warmly at Brooke and continuing on her way. 

‘What’s with the women in the office, making a point of being so sweet to her?” thought Lucas, with a bit of frustration. ‘First Sophia and now Olivia…being all buddy-buddy with her. Probably just trying to spite me, is all. I know that’s what Sophia’s doing…she probably had a little chat with Olivia and put her up to it too. That would totally be something she would do.’ 

Ever since he and Sophia had been briefly involved together, Lucas saw every aspect of their interaction like a game…or more specifically, a chess match. The stakes had dropped considerably, ever since they had stopped dating, but the game had continued, though with no real end goal in mind. The two of them were simply used to that peculiar mode of interaction: flirtation that took the mode of incessant teasing, mocking, and scheming against one another. At least, that’s how Lucas saw it. 

He turned the corner in the hallway, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. He saw that Brooke was farther behind him than he had thought, causing him to slow his pace down a little as he sighed in frustration. He knew that he really needed to get a handle on his irritation if these next few days…or weeks…were going to be remotely manageable. But really, how was he supposed to act when every single aspect of his existence had been slowed, restricted…curtailed…by the presence of this utterly inadequate girl? 

“S-sorry, Mr. Minuar,” Brooke said, mispronouncing his name again as she kept him waiting. “It’s…uh…hehe, I’m p-pretty clumsy in…in these shoes.”

“Then find some better ones to wear,” muttered Lucas under his breath. 

“Huh? Wh-what…what was that?” asked Brooke, finally catching up on him. “Hehe, I, uhh…I have a little tinnitus in my ears , s-so,, uhh…hehe, yeah. Sometimes I c-can’t hear as well.”

‘Of course you have tinnitus,’ thought Lucas to himself, but he smiled outwardly, making a point to do his best impression of Sophia and Olivia’s kindness. The women didn’t have a monopoly on empathy in this office, he reminded himself. 

“I said, maybe Sophia can take you out shopping sometime soon,” he replied, cringing at the thought that he was playing into his colleague’s game. But even though Lucas didn’t care what this new temp-intern-whatever thought of him, he didn’t want her to labor under the knowledge of his own frustration and irritation with her. He didn’t feel this way because he cared about her — it was entirely to do with her performance…and her nervous energy. If she knew that he was frustrated with her, that would doubtlessly only make her more nervous, and would lead to her being even more incompetent and awkward. The last thing that Lucas needed was for this girl to make his life even harder…but really, how much farther down could she go? 

‘She already stutters every other word,’ thought Lucas, resuming his trudge down the hall toward the laboratory, where they were going to get Brooke her security clearance. ‘And she’s already clumsy enough as it is. If she was more nervous, then she probably wouldn’t even be able to get a word out of her mouth…she’d be tripping and falling every step she took!’

The thought was so absurd that it actually made Lucas chuckle out loud. He shook his head without turning around as he continued walking. Brooke wouldn’t know that he was thinking about her; as he turned another corner, he saw her several paces behind him, her eyes intently focused on the floor directly in front of her. 

‘Wow, she’s making sure she doesn’t fall, every step she takes,’ thought Lucas. ‘Poor girl.’ 

He actually did feel a little sorry for Brooke, even if his empathy for her was far outweighed by his empathy for himself at having to put up with her. He realized, around this moment, that he had been walking silently in front of Brooke, and that he should probably try to engage her in some kind of small talk to make everything seem normal. 

“So…Brooke,” he said, his pleasant, conversational voice sounding oddly out of place in the situation, “How did you first…uh, get into software engineering?”

“H-how did I, uhh…g-get into it?” she asked blankly from behind him. It sounded to Lucas that she was already out of breath…from walking a little bit down the hall? Maybe it was just her nerves. 

“Yeah!” said Lucas, glancing back at her again and giving her a forced smile as they turned another corner. “Like, I don’t know? What got you into this business in the first place?”

“Oh! Oh y-yeah!” said Brooke, her face brightening as she looked up at him. Now that she was looking at Lucas, she wasn’t quite watching where she was going, and she took the corner a bit too sharply, her bony hips smacking a little into the corner of the wall. 

“Ow!” she exclaimed, rubbing the protruding bone.

“You ok?” asked Lucas.

“Y-yeah…yeah I’m, uh…I’m used to it. Umm…umm…” She seemed to have forgotten about what they were talking about. 

“So…how you got into software engineering?” asked Lucas helpfully, privately not quite able to grasp how easily her mind trailed off. 

“Oh yeah! Uh…w-well…I…I’ve always been interested in, um…in computers,” she began, looking back down at the ground in front of her, preparing to dodge any obstacles that came her way. 

“Mmhm,” nodded Lucas, turning another corner and looking at the steel-reinforced laboratory door down the far end of the hallway. 

“And…and, uh…I…I always p-played computer games…when I was a kid,” she continued. 

“Mhm, yes…most people have,” replied Lucas. He quickly realized that his comment could be taken as rude, and so he quickly added, “But I’m sure you were really good at computer games, huh?”

“Uh, hehe…I, uh…I m-mean, not really,” said Brooke, blushing. “I was, um…n-never really that good, uh, actually.”

“But you enjoyed them,” said Lucas, coming up to the laboratory door. It was an imposing door, to be sure, its steel glinting strangely in the hallway light. Everything else in the office suit looked more or less like a normal office, with normal modern decor. But the heavy laboratory door, kept secure with a code panel and fingerprint scanner, made it clear that there were extraordinary things going on in this office…things that needed to be kept guarded…and secret.

“Y-yes…I did,” said Brooke, trailing off a little as she looked up at the door. “Wh-where…uh…where does this lead to?”

“This,” said Lucas impressively, not wasting an opportunity to show off Braden’s, “is the entrance to the laboratory. It’s where most of our cutting-edge research happens…you know…our important research?” He had realized that Brooke might not even know what “cutting-edge” meant. He looked at her, and she seemed to nod her head, even though her face was blank. 

“Here at Braden,” continued Lucas, typing in the code and inserting his finger into the scanner, “We’ve been doing a lot of research on next-generation technologies. Software engineering is going to be key for the major inventions of the future, you know. I’m talking about things like nanobots, you know? Remember those?” 

“I…th-those…those things that, uh…that I w-was reading about…on…on w-wikipedia?” asked Brooke.

“Yes, those exact things you were reading about…on wikipedia,” said Lucas, smiling a little to himself at how slow this girl was. It was almost ridiculous. ‘Maybe she’s just nervous,’ he reminded himself, as his fingerprint was accepted and the laboratory door opened with a robotic “unsealing” sound. Brooke jumped back a little, apparently startled at the abrupt noise. 

“Haha, oh yeah, sorry,” chuckled Lucas, looking back at Brooke as she gathered herself. “Shoulda warned you about the noise the door makes. All very high-tech, no? Haha, anyway, ok, let’s go in, shall we?”

“B-but…but I don’t have…a security clearance,” said Brooke, holding back with trepidation. 

“Yes…yes I know that,” said Lucas, nodding his head with exaggeration at her, as if he was speaking to a child. “But that’s why we’re going in here right now…to get you one. Don’t worry, Brooke, you’re with me. You’ll be ok.” 

And, almost as if by accident, Lucas extended his hand toward the timid girl, bidding her to follow him. Brooke looked at his outstretched hand, and then, right after blinking a couple times, she shuffled forward in her bulky heels and reached up, taking Lucas’s hand in her own. Lucas hadn’t expected her to actually take his invitation so literally — he hadn’t been intending for her to actually take his hand. Instead, he had just been gesturing with his hand, encouraging her to follow him. But apparently, Brooke had misinterpreted his intentions, and had taken the opportunity to actually reach up and grasp his palm. 

Lucas shuddered at her unexpected touch — her palm was cool and sweaty, and her small, waifish fingers felt strange and unwelcome against the skin of his hand as he felt them moving slightly...it felt like she had just washed her hands, and forgotten to dry them. His immediate instinct was to yank his hand out of hers, but he was able to control this urge and chuckle a little, gesturing with his other hand that they should step on into the lab. As they did so, Lucas felt Brooke’s hand tightening around his own. It was clear that she didn’t have much of a strong grip, but her squeeze let him know that she was especially nervous about going into the lab. 

“Hehe, don’t worry Brooke,” he laughed mildly, taking the opportunity, once they were inside, to let go of Brooke’s hand and busy himself pretending to pull the door to and latch it shut. In reality, the lab door closed securely just fine on its own, but Lucas needed a quick excuse to stop holding hands with her. 

“No reason to be nervous in here,” he continued pleasantly, turning around and proceeding past her and making sure she was following him. “Do…uh, do laboratories make you nervous?”

“I…I d-don’t know,” said Brooke, her voice shaking a little. “I…I’ve just…uh…j-just never been…anywhere th-this…this imp…important before.”

“Aw, well…” said Lucas, feeling a little proud that he had at least managed to convey to the girl how essential and serious the laboratory was to Braden, “Well…yes. Yes, it’s true that a lot of important things happen here. Very true, in fact. But no need to feel scared!”

“I j-just…just don’t want to…t-to mess anything up,” stammered Brooke, struggling a bit to keep up. 

‘Well, I’ve gotta give it to her — the girl knows that she’s clumsy,’ thought Lucas amusedly to himself. 

“Aw, Brooke, don’t worry about anything like that. There are safety protocols out the wazoo here — we’ve made sure of that. And besides, you’re with me, remember? The manager of the whole office? I’m pretty sure everything’s gonna be fine.”

Brooke seemed to be heartened by Lucas’s reminder, and they proceeded along silently for a few more moments. The lab was dramatically different from the rest of the Braden office; its walls were all made of shiny steel, as if they housed some kind of strong, secret invention or being that was threatening to break out. A sterile, metallic smell infused the air — it wasn’t really all that unpleasant, especially to Lucas, who personally loved the smell. He knew where it came from: the manufacturing of the thousands and thousands of nanobots that they were currently in the process of perfecting. Still, though…there was a long way to go..a long, long way. 

“So if you look to your left there,” said Lucas, passing a room with the door open, “You’ll see the animal testing wing of the lab.”

“A-animal testing!?” asked Brooke, her voice sounding a bit strained. 

“Yeah...yeah, animal testing,” said Lucas, looking back at her, a bit puzzled at her tone. She looked like she was suddenly in a bit of distress. 

“We, uh, we test a lot of our new inventions, particularly the nanobots, on animals here at Braden,” he said. 

“D-do…do the animals get hurt?” asked Brooke earnestly, her dark eyes suddenly seeming even bigger. 

“Um…I, uh…I mean, sometimes yes,” answered Lucas honestly, sighing inwardly. The truth was that, far more often than not, a large concentration of nanobots ended up killing its host. But that didn’t matter; they were making progress! Was this girl one of those flower-girl tree-hugging vegans who pretended like she didn’t routinely consume products that had been tested on animals? 

“Oh…ok,” said Brooke quietly, bowing her head a little. Lucas was glad to realize that if she had any strong convictions, then she was far too timid to express them here and now. He decided to just skip over any kind of justification he had been preparing in his head. 

“So yeah…the animal testing is there,” he said, coming up on another open side door, “And this room on your right is where most of the mechanistic development happens.”

He could tell that Brooke was about to open her mouth and repeat the phrase “mechanistic development” in stuttered, confused syllables, so he stepped in and continued: “Basically just a fancy term for robot-building, or nanobot-building. Essentially, just…where we actually manufacture and create the components that make our AI work.”

“AI?” asked Brooke.

Lucas stopped walking and turned to her, staring at her. She had to be pulling his leg. She couldn’t be this dense. 

“You don’t know what AI stands for?” he asked, point-blank, not bothering to hide his disbelief. 

“I…w-well…w-well…I u…used to,” she stuttered, turning bright red, “b-but I f-forgot!” 

“Easy, eeeaasssy,” said Lucas, immediately regretting his bluntness, for his own sake. “Let’s jog your memory a bit: “A” stands for “artificial,” right…? And “I” stands for….?”

Brooke stood there for a moment, stooped in thought, and then, suddenly, she gave a great whoop.

“Intelligence!!” she cried. “I remember now!” 

“There you go!” laughed Lucas, his eyes still wide as he stared at her with a smile that was slightly too wide. ‘Jesus…fucking…christ,’ he thought.

“Haha, I knew I remembered that from somewhere!” laughed Brooke, smiling toothily, reminding Lucas of her overbite as she did so. 

“Hehe, I’m sure you did,” Lucas said, in a forced laugh. He noticed Brooke’s voice had sounded a little raspy. Maybe that’s how she sounded whenever she got excited. But right then, she gave a little cough. 

“You all good?” he asked.

*Coughcough* 

“Uh, y-yeah,” Brooke laughed apologetically. “I j-just…uh, *coughcough* maybe I got a little t-too excited there.”

“Need some water?” asked Lucas.

“Uh, n-no…no I’m…I’m fine,” she answered. 

They continued to make their way down the hall, until they stopped at a final door to their left. 

“Now this is the storage sector,” said Lucas, punching in another code and scanning his fingerprint again. “This is where we store a lot of our supplies, the original prototypes for our inventions, and the various works-in-progress that we’re developing. This is also where a lot of the lab paperwork gets done, so that’s why we’re here -- it’s where you get your security clearance.” 

The door opened up, and they walked into the storage area, the main room of which was much bigger and more open than the other rooms. All around, there were tall shelves that reached all the way up to the ceiling. A long steel table was in the middle of the room, and, standing with his back turned, was a scientist in a white lab coat, who appeared to be writing down something on a clipboard. The door shut, and he abruptly turned around. 

“Lucas!!” shouted the scientist, spreading his arms wide as he hurriedly scooted himself around the table, making his way toward them. “I’ve gotta show you something!”

“Hi Rick!” exclaimed Lucas, a bit taken aback by his colleague’s enthusiasm. “What’s up?”

“You’ve gotta see it to believe it!” said Rick, almost out of breath with excitement. He was looking straight at Lucas, and didn’t seem to have even noticed Brooke. Lucas barely registered that Brooke had started coughing again — he was far more interested in what Rick had to show him. 

“Is it about…the…?” he asked Rick, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh yeah,” said Rick, nodding his head impressively. “It may not be as dramatic as we think, but I was analyzing the data this morning, and…Lucas, let me just say, there’s every reason to believe that it’s pointing in a positive direction. Like, far more positive than we ever thought before.”

“So, like, you mean…” said Lucas, feeling his heart beat faster as he got excited, “Like…we might be able to move testing forward…in…huma — ”

“Don’t say it!” cried Rick, laughing as he dramatically put his hand to his forehead. “Don’t say it out loud! Or you’ll jinx us!” 

“Haha, “jinx”…very empirical of you, Rick,” laughed Lucas. 

*Coughcough* Brooke was getting a little worse.

“Hey, we don’t know everything, you know,” said Rick, finally looking at Brooke for the first time. His eyes went over her quickly, and the information he gathered quickly produced a puzzled expression on his face. 

“Oh, so this is Brooke,” said Lucas, indicating to her. “She’s a new…employee here. We’re actually here to get her a security clearance, so…”

“Can it wait just a minute?” asked Rick, having sufficiently introduced himself to Brooke with a curt, impersonal nod. “I really, really want to show you this data.” 

“I…uh, yes! Yes, ok!” said Lucas, feeling himself getting more and more excited. 

*Coughcough* 

“Oh, uh, Brooke, why don’t you, uhh…just sit tight here for a minute, ok?” asked Lucas. He knew that he should probably bring Brooke with him, so as to not leave her all alone in the big scary lab room, but he didn’t want her impeding his conversation with Rick. Besides, she technically didn’t have a security clearance yet anyway, so…

“Uh, o-*cough*, o-ok,” she said with difficulty. 

“You all good there?” asked Lucas, turning to leave. It wasn’t lost on him that he had asked Brooke some version of that same question three times already this morning. 

“I’m...I’m f-fine,” she said. “J-just...just maybe need to...g-get a drink or something.” 

“Well, uh, you can get yourself something over there,” said Lucas, flippantly gesturing toward what he meant to be the vending machines in the corner. Unbeknownst to him, however, Brooke had followed his gesture with her eyes, and had then fixed her gaze on a seemingly-innocuous glass of water that was sitting on the smooth metal laboratory table, close to where Rick had been standing when they walked in. 

“O-*cough* ok, th-thanks,” she said, walking over toward the glass. By the time she reached it, Lucas and Rick were already gone. Without even thinking, she picked up the glass, nearly spilling its contents in her haste to quench her cough. She tipped the glass back and drank deeply, loudly gulping the water down in just a few seconds. She noticed that the water had a slightly metallic taste to it, but she didn’t think anything of it — she had learned, over the course of her life, not to trust her senses. She glanced around anxiously for a sink to wash the glass in, since the last thing she wanted was for Lucas to feel like she just left dirty dishes around. She found a sink in the corner, washed off the glass, dried it with a paper towel which she then threw away, and finally put the glass back on one of the shelves, along with hundreds of other empty glasses that looked just like it. 

A few minutes later, Lucas and Rick came back, chattering excitedly. 

“I mean, if we’re taking the standard deviation into account,” said Lucas, “Then there’s no question that we’re onto something serious here.”

“Well yeah, I mean, we definitely can’t forget to divide it all by the population,” enjoined Rick enthusiastically. “This is basic high school stuff, haha!” 

“I knew we made straight A’s back then for a reason!” laughed Lucas. He looked at Brooke for a few moments, and it took his mind a little extra time to adjust from what he had been talking about to the reality of dealing with her.

“Ok…well…ok, Brooke — all ready for the security clearance?” he asked.

“Uh, yes, definitely!” she chirped. 

“Well, so, you ready, Rick?” asked Lucas, noticing that Rick had been staring, looking a bit puzzled, where the glass of “water” used to be. 

“I, uh…yeah! Yeah, I’m ready. I just thought…that…” he muttered.

“Thought that what?” asked Lucas, peering at him.

“N-nothing…nothing,” Rick said, shaking his head, blinking, and smiling. “I’m so excited that I must be losing my mind. Never mind all that — let’s go.” 

They all went back into one of the rooms to file away paperwork, none of them aware of what had just happened. The glass of water that Brooke had gulped down was not just water. It was 99% water, and 1% animal-tested, cutting-edge, Braden-Premium nanobots. There were now 25,000 of them…inside her body.

End Notes:

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Chapter 5 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 5

Lucas snapped awake, his phone buzzing fitfully on his nightstand as it rang out strangely into the darkness of his bedroom. He lurched over to the side in his bed, catching up his phone awkwardly in a frustrated flurry — he wasn’t used to being called at this hour of the night. What on earth was going on!? 

He looked down and saw that it was Rick who was calling him. Frowning slightly, Lucas answered, not quite knowing why there was something a bit off, a cold pit of some sort, that was beginning to develop in his stomach.

“Hey…Rick,” he spoke into his phone, sounding sleepy at first, then clearing his throat and speaking more clearly. “What’s…going — ”

“Lucas!!” cried Rick’s panicked voice from the other side, “She drank them! I just saw the footage!! We’re in deep shit!!” 

“What?!” asked Lucas, closing his eyes and shaking his head in the darkness. “What are you talking about, Rick? Who drank what??” 

“Your new intern!!” yelled Rick into the phone. “Whatever her name is!! She drank my sample of nanobots that I had in that glass of water on the table when you all came in!! I knew that I hadn’t misplaced it! I knew it!! And I went back and looked at the security footage…and…and there she was, drinking it all down!!”

“N-now…now just…just take it easy, ok?” said Lucas, now fully awake. A shot of sickening adrenaline had started his heart thumping, and a cold sweat was beginning to develop on his brow. This was bad…very bad. No animal in the early nanobot trials had managed to survive, and most of them had died quite horribly, their bodies actually exploding. Lucas’s mind shot to an image of Brooke’s bloody body in some run-down apartment; he quickly tried to shake it away, but doing so wasn't so simple.

“Take it easy!?” exclaimed Rick, almost apoplectic on the other end. “Take it easy!?!? How am I supposed to do that when we’ve just killed someone!!”

“W-we…we don’t…we c-can’t be sure, though…” said Lucas, who was already frantically throwing on his clothes. “Maybe…maybe it…uh…are you sure that’s what you saw, Rick!?” 

“Drop the bullshit and get your ass over here!” Rick shouted. “See for yourself! Oh my god, oh my god…I KNEW that I hadn’t forgotten to take that sample out…I just KNEW it…and now…holy shit, she’s probably dead alrea—”

“Ok, stop!” said Lucas forcefully, dashing around his bedroom, running into things, stubbing his toes as he got dressed. “No more talk over the phone, you understand? This could all get used against us down the line, ok? So…I’ll be over there as soon as I can, alright? Just…just sit tight.”

“Make it fast,” said Rick, and hung up. 

A short while later, Lucas got to the lab. It was early in the morning, just before 5 am. Normally, without coffee, Lucas would be a bleary-eyed mess at this hour, but the serious, horrific, and surreal nature of what was going on ensured that he was wide awake. Lucas’s mind was buzzing with all kinds of thoughts whirling and cycloning on each other. How could this have possibly happened!? He knew that Brooke was incompetent and unqualified, but…on her second day!? Managing to drink tens of thousands of nanobots!? It was almost too ridiculous to believe…it would have been funny in a kind of sick way, if the implications weren’t so utterly appalling. Why the fuck had Rick left the nanobots out like he did?? In a glass of water!? Surely that was an irresponsible breach of protocol! As he rushed into the lab, Lucas couldn’t help feeling aggressively enraged at Rick for being so lax, at Brooke for being so clumsily and ignorantly stupid, and at himself for somehow allowing all this to happen under his watch. 

“I turned off the security camera!” reassured an unkempt and wild-eyed Rick when Lucas rushed into his lab office. “Just so…so we can talk…talk freely.”

“Ok,” said Lucas, breathing heavily as he closed the door. “Ok, so…oh my god…fuck!! Show me the video.”

Rick hurriedly did so, and Lucas felt a deep, infuriated antipathy toward Brooke as he watched her pick up the glass, drink it down, and go wash it off. He felt something like sympathy, too, watching the poor girl ingest what was surely going to be her violent death…but he pushed down these feelings of sympathy. Right now, he only had room to feel angry at her, and terrified for himself. 

“She’s gotta be dead right now,” said Rick in a fatalistically dead-pan tone, flopping his arms up in a gesture of futility. “She’s dead in her apartment, as we speak. And it wasn’t a quiet death, let me tell you. Her body must have — ”

“Ok, ok!!” yelled Lucas, putting up his hand to stop Rick. “I think we both know what the bots do to animals, alright? No need to say it out loud. Ok…so…so what do we do now? Wait to hear about it?”

“We’re fucked!” cried Rick energetically, pacing back and forth and rubbing his hands together. “It’s gonna get traced back to us, no question. They’re gonna put two and two together about this girl getting an internship at a place that does nanobot research…with documented cases of animal testing resulting in said explosion of animals.”

“But that’s…that’s not public knowledge,” countered Lucas.

“Yeah, but investigators will find out about it!” replied Rick immediately. “We can’t hide those kinds of records from law enforcement! They’ll trace it back to us — easy! And then we’re fucked!” 

“But…but maybe you can, uh…s-somehow get rid of the security footage!?” asked Lucas, his lips feeling oddly dry. 

“Oh yeah, surrrre!” said Rick sarcastically, throwing up his hands. “That’ll look GREAT in the deposition, when we say that oh, I don’t know…somehow the security footage gets mysteriously scrubbed by some unknown source literally THE DAY that her body explodes. Sure, that’ll totally fly with a jury.”

“Ok, so…uh…so what else?” asked Lucas, feeling increasingly desperate.

“It’s all over,” said Rick, the despair in his voice somehow more poignant now that he was speaking softer. “All our research…done. Caput. Finished.”

“Y-you…you think?” asked Lucas.

“Oh my god, just think!” exclaimed Rick, looking at him with desperate misery. “The lawsuit that’s gonna come crashing down on our heads…Jesus Christ, just imagine it, Lucas! Braden is gonna be wiped off the map!” 

Lucas had no response to this — Rick was right; that’s all there was to it. They were all going down…him, Rick, the company that had been his sole foundation for corporate advancement, the research they had all invested their blood, sweat, and tears into…EVERYTHING. It was all totally fucked. He and Rick just stood there for a few silent, awful moments, agonizing over the crazy misfortune that had befallen them. 

“I…just…let’s just hold on a minute, ok?” said Lucas shakily, moments later, breaking the silence. 

“We don’t…we don’t know…for sure…if anything’s happened yet,” he continued. “I mean…maybe…maybe we just wait. Wait to see.”

“Wait!?” asked Rick ruefully, shaking his head. “I’m not waiting for anything, Lucas. We KNOW what happens with these bots. I think you and I should just…just high-tail it out of there while we still can.”

“You mean…go on the run?” asked Lucas, hardly believing what he was hearing.

“I mean, it’s better than a jail cell for life!” cried Rick. “That’s what we’re facing here, Lucas!”

“I know…I…y-yeah, I know,” Lucas said, nodding and putting his hands out in a calming gesture. “But…but if we ran now, then…I mean, there’d be NO question of our guilt, you know? That would look extra bad.”

Rick looked at him blankly. Lucas knew that he had a point, and he also knew that he was not going to entertain running…at least not just yet.

“So…so I say,” he proceeded, “We just…wait. Wait to see, maybe…if she comes in? Who knows? Maybe the bots malfunctioned or…or something. Maybe she’s ok. Maybe something happened with them and it’s not as bad as we thought.”

“Yeah, but Lucas —” began Rick, but Lucas cut him off, using his irritation with Rick’s laxity as fuel for his own tone.

“I’m not saying it’s probable, alright?” he said, “I’m just saying that we should just…act normal…and see what happens. Alright? We didn’t see anything…we don’t know anything. We just…carry on as usual…until we hear something about her, ok? Otherwise, it’s gonna get traced back to us immediately, and we’ll have no defense. We gotta have each others’ backs on this, ok, Rick? You hear what I’m saying?”

Rick looked like he was going to keep arguing for a moment, but something in him seemed to suddenly deflate and he gave a great, anxiety-ridden sigh. 

“Ok,” said Rick. “Just…business as usual…at first. But I’m telling you, Lucas, if the investigators start snooping around here and asking me questions, I’m gone. You understand?”

“I…I get it, Rick, really, I do,” said Lucas. “And I’ll be right behind you, if it comes to that.” 

It was an agonizing few hours before Brooke was supposed to come into work. Lucas tried to distract himself by working on this or that, answering emails, getting coffee, pacing up and down in his office, playing random little games on his phone to take his mind off his terrible problem, and so on. But nothing worked, and as 8 o’clock neared, his anxiety reached such a fever pitch that he had to go into the bathroom a few times and splash off his face with cold water. Sophia had poked her head into his office, joking about getting to work before her for once, but Lucas wasn’t having any of her games this morning and had snapped at her, telling her to mind her own business. 

“Huh, a little touchy this morning, are we?” she inquired, raising her eyebrows and looking at him hard, before retiring to her office. Lucas knew that Sophia must have been aware that something was up, but he just didn’t feel like he had the energy to engage her in witty banter. 

8 o’clock came and went, and Lucas’s anxiety deepened. He was sitting in his leather chair, rotating a few inches to the right, and then to the left, in a halting, nervous cycle. He wasn’t even looking distinctly at his computer screen anymore. If Trent or James or whoever had walked into his office and asked him a question, Lucas would have just stared at him blankly, unable to form a response. 

8:05…

‘She’s late because she’s late all the time,’ thought Lucas to himself, over and over, as the minutes ticked off the clock. ‘Brooke couldn’t be on time to save her life…’

But that saying got him thinking about the grisly reality of what had probably happened, and he felt sick to his stomach…partially out of sympathy for her, but far more than anything else, out of sympathy for himself and his career, which was in danger of being totally destroyed. 

8:10…

He was sure this was it. She wasn’t coming in…she wasn’t coming in because she was dead. The reality of the situation began to weigh heavily upon Lucas like a lead trench coat, enveloping him deeper and deeper into its crushing embrace. He suddenly, crazily, realized how hard it was going to be to act normal and innocent from now on. His mind flashed to all the crime drama movies and shows he had watched over the years, and how unrealistic it was for the villains to feign their innocence. He was feeling the reality of it all right now…crushing down upon him. He was going to have to make plans…make plans to get away, as fast as he —

A slow, dark movement appeared in Lucas’s periphery, in his doorway. He looked up to see Brooke peering awkwardly into his office. His heart stopped. Making eye contact with him and quickly looking down, Brooke proceeded to shuffle into the office, towards the empty chair next to his desk. Lucas followed her with his eyes as she moved, watching her with incredulous and anxious intensity. She sat down in the overly-large chair, heavily put down her work knapsack, and crossed her hands in her lap, clearly waiting to be told what to do. Lucas couldn’t do anything except stare — she looked totally normal. Frumpy, wrinkled clothes, wet hair…the whole shebang. It was…it was just Brooke…sitting there before him…apparently unchanged. 

She nervously picked up a nearby newspaper, in an attempt to stave off the awkward silence, and started a crossword puzzle. Lucas turned away towards his computer, pretending to look over his emails, and watched her go over the clues from the corner of his eye. She winced a little to herself and shook her head, clearly struggling with the crossword. Lucas couldn’t believe it. She was…okay! 

“Well…hello there…Brooke,” he said finally, trying to sound official. His voice echoed oddly off the walls. “A, um…a little late again today, I see?” He had meant his voice to sound professionally put-off, but his question came out sounding more searching and anxious than he intended. 

“Oh! Y-yeah, I’m…I’m s-sorry!” said Brooke quickly, looking up from the crossword. “It’s just…uh, I got…a l-late start this morning.”

“I…um…I see,” said Lucas, looking over her. He wished he could get the anxiety out of his voice, but at present it was still pumping through his bloodstream. 

“So…so you’re um, you’re feeling ok, though? Not feeling sick or anything?” he asked. He realized that he couldn’t afford to sound fishy, so he added: “Because we really don’t want anyone coming to work who might be sick. Would compromise the whole office, you know?”

“Yes, oh…oh yes,” responded Brooke, nodding vigorously. “I…but, yes, I’m fine. I feel fine.” 

“Ok…uh…yeah, ok,” said Lucas, looking at her closely. For the life of him, he couldn’t see anything wrong with her, aside from what was already there. In fact, he even realized, subconsciously, that her overbite was gone. For the first time that morning, his heart began to lift a bit. He turned back to his computer screen, staring at it blankly for a few long moments, before he quickly opened his email and typed a secure, encrypted message to Rick, informing him about the crazy miracle that had just happened. In the meantime, unbeknownst to Lucas, Brooke had abandoned the crossword puzzle and had opened up her laptop, where she started typing in a digital diary that she kept every day. Lucas couldn’t see what she was doing — he was too busy with his email to Rick.

By the time Lucas was done, about ten minutes later, he and Rick had exchanged a series of disbelieving, agitated, and ultimately exhilarating emails. Their mutual concern and worry had quickly turned into excitement as they began to realize the potential business-profit implications of Brooke surviving the dose of nanobots. This is exactly what all those months of animal testing had been geared towards: making the nanobots viable inside of a human host. And now…now it had already been done! And as a total fluke, at that! 

‘But that’s just how these things work in science sometimes!’ thought Lucas excitedly to himself as he looked over at Brooke typing in her diary. ‘Sometimes, an opportunity just…falls right in your lap…and you have to take advantage of it.’

He took a deep breath. He knew that what he was about to do was ethically (and probably morally) wrong, but he had managed to convince himself that, because he was on the cutting edge of serious scientific advancement, the ends justified the means. And besides, it was just Brooke he was talking about. She should be thankful…and counting herself lucky…to be accidentally involved in such trailblazing research. 

“Ok Brooke,” said Lucas out loud, turning to her. “Why don’t you come with me to the lab?”

“O-ok,” she answered, shutting her laptop and bounding up in an ungainly way off the chair. Lucas felt pity for her for a moment, just because of the immediacy of her response. He realized that she totally trusted him…or, at least, didn’t really have the capacity not to trust someone in a position of authority. There was something about her innocence, despite her clumsiness, that made Lucas feel bad for her, and bad for how he was using her. But he was able to quickly dismiss these feelings in himself, as he motioned for her to follow him to the lab. 

‘Gotta stay focused on the ultimate goal,’ he reminded himself, gaining confidence and excitement with each step he took toward the lab. On the way, he once again ran into Olivia, who was wearing slightly-higher heels than normal, with a dress that seemed to squish her large breasts together even tighter than usual.

“Oh Lucas!” she trilled, clearly with the intent to halt his stride, “Did you get that email I sent about the coding of the — ”

“Not now, Olivia,” interrupted Lucas, putting up his hand as he passed. He was barely able to register Olivia’s surprised reaction, and the slight affront that her breasts seemed to express as they bounced up and down suddenly, the result of Olivia’s forward progress being halted as she stopped dead in her tracks from the sheer surprise of being so cavalierly brushed-aside. Clearly, she was not used to being addressed this way, especially from the manager of the office who was generally much more receptive to her physical charms. Brooke followed sheepishly in Lucas’s wake, obviously not understanding or appreciating the dynamic that was going on. Olivia had time to lock eyes with Brooke and give her a long, hard look as she passed by — it was like Olivia was trying to search Brooke’s demeanor for clues as to why her boss was giving this frumpy new intern such clear preference…over her.

A minute later, Lucas and Brooke were in the lab. Rick was watching the exchange from an adjacent room, having figured (along with Lucas) that having both of them there, grilling Brooke about the new research, might be overwhelming for her. But he was certainly watching intently, waiting with bated breath as Lucas attempted to convince her to sign a consent form that Rick had prepared on the lab table. 

“So Brooke,” Lucas began, indicating that she should sit down on one of the lab stools (while he, of course, remained standing over her), “I’ve been looking into some…different roles that you could fill here at Braden. Trust me, haha, there’s plenty of different ways we could fit you in, but this morning, just before you came in, I realized something exciting. Wanna know what I thought?”

“S-sure!” said Brooke, her eyes getting a little bigger from anxious excitement.


“Well ok,” he continued, making it a point to go slowly as he smiled, “So, how would you feel if we raised your hourly wage…in exchange for you helping us out with a very important job?”

“More…more money?! Uh, haha, ok!” laughed Brooke, blushing.

“Oh yeah,” nodded Lucas deliberately. “And I’m talking 20 bucks an hour, Brooke.”

“Woah!” she exclaimed. 

“Yeahhhh,” he said, smiling. “And it’s more than just the money, Brooke. It’s the nature of the job itself. There’s something…historical about it.”

Brooke continued to look at him, a bit blankly, even as she continued to timidly smile. 

“So about this job,” persisted Lucas, feeling like he may as well just go out and say it, “You would be the first human nanobot test subject. How does that sound to you?”

Brooke opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Lucas quickly realized that he should just keep plowing right ahead, and not stop for her reactions. 

“Now, not to worry,” he continued, “This particular brand of nanobots is our new variety, and totally safe for humans. I mean, think about it, Brooke! You’ll be at the forefront of this new cutting-edge technology, you know!? And I’m serious: this nanobot research REALLY has the potential to change humanity for the better…like, full stop, this stuff is gonna be world-changing, you understand? Haha, and just think, all those nice people I introduced you to yesterday, Trent…James, you know? Sophia! This is your chance to really become…part of the team! Oh, and wow…not to even MENTION how this would look on your resume. Haha, it’s pretty much a no-brainer, Brooke. But I just, you know…wanted to ask you before I have you sign this consent form here. You know, because I don’t wanna force you to do anything. But I just think you should understand…what a big opportunity this is.”

Brooke just sat there on the lab stool, looking up wide-eyed at Lucas, obviously overwhelmed by everything he had just said. She tried to distract herself from her deluge of thought and feeling by looking all over the lab, her eyes darting left and right behind her horn-rimmed glasses, as if looking for a way to escape the responsibility, into some quiet refuge. Lucas felt a twinge of pity, which was quickly subsumed by an impatient and exasperated momentum. 

“I mean, no pressure, of course,” he said out loud, shaking his head slightly and opening his palms to her a little, as if indicating that this was all totally casual, despite the excited speech that had just come out of his mouth. “If you’re uh…not interested in a pay raise, then I suppose we could look for someone else to…”

“N-no!” cried Brooke, her eyes going wide as she shook her head back and forth. “No! I’m…I am interested! It…um, it’s just…hehe, wow! This is…pretty great! I’m…I’m in!” 

“You’re in?” Lucas repeated, grinning down at her.

“I’m in!” she said again, a little louder and more confidently. 

“Alllll right then!” laughed Lucas. “So if you’ll just put your John Hancock down on that dotted line at the bottom, we’ll be all good to go!” 

It occurred to Lucas that his “John Hancock” allusion might be lost on Brooke, but even if it had, she seemed to understand what he had been talking about, and she dashed off her signature on the consent form. Lucas knew that, in signing herself away like this, Brooke was doing all his work for him. He had already drafted an email that, pending this first, impending experiment, he was going to send everyone in his office, informing them of Brooke’s willing participation, and assuring them that they should not freak out should they notice any changes in her. Lucas had only just begun to dare thinking about these potential improvements to this girl. It was almost too thrilling to contemplate the nanobots actually working, but at this point, the most important thing was done: getting Brooke to sign that consent form. And Rick had the security cameras rolling — it was all there. Even if she ended up dying somehow in these experiments, he and Rick were totally safe now.

“You remember Rick, don’t you?” asked Lucas pleasantly, as he led Brooke into a subsection of the animal-testing sector, the “Human Sector,” hitherto unused. The room was sleek and futuristic-looking, filled with what seemed to be titanium, or a shiny, silvery-type metal. 

“Y-yeah,” answered Brooke, looking bashfully up at Rick, who, for his part, was smiling ear-to-ear, looking almost too happy. 

“Here she is!” he exclaimed over-dramatically. “Our first subject! Haha, ok, well then Brooke! You ready to get started!?”

“Al…already?” she asked, still smiling despite the uncertainty in her voice. 

“Well of course!” cried Rick, turning his head as he kept his eyes on her. “No time like the present to kick off this research, right!?”

“It’s all for science, Brooke,” said Lucas, “But remember, this is also for YOU, too. These nanobots are designed to IMPROVE people. You know, like all that stuff I told you yesterday — better skin, cancer-fighting, more energy…and so on! And you might even feel a bit happier!”

“W-wow!” said Brooke, blushing more. “Th-this…this is pretty c-crazy!”

“Oh tell me about it!” responded Rick with great energy. 

“S-so…so do the nanobots l-like…like zap me or…or something?” asked Brooke.

“Zap you??” asked Rick.

“Or…y-yeah…like…how do they help me?” asked Brooke.

Lucas and Rick looked at each other and laughed.

“NO, Brooke!” Lucas burst out, his body shaking with laughter. “You DRINK the nanobots! Here, Rick, show her!”

“They’re all right in here, Brooke,” said Rick excitedly, producing a pitcher that was filled with water. 

“In…there?” asked Brooke, pointing.

“Yep! Your first dose!” Rick lied. But he proceeded along with the truth directly afterwards. “This pitcher of water contains 20 million nanobots…you understand? And you’re gonna drink them all down.”

“D-drink…all that water?” asked Brooke. 

“Yep!” said Lucas. “Listen, Brooke, I know it’s a lot, but important that you drink it all down, ok? Just think, it’s essential for the experiment to continue. Plus, I mean, you’ll be helping Braden Inc with our newest technology, right?"

“R-right,” said Brooke, blinking through her smile. 

“Well ok, then, here goes!” exclaimed Rick, handing her the pitcher. “Careful, ok? Use two hands…no…ok…uh, wanna help her, Lucas? It’s a little heavy…I don’t want any of this splashing on the ground.”

“Ok,” said Lucas, stepping forward to hold the bottom of the pitcher, as she grasped the sides. “You ready, Brooke?”

She nodded silently, and for a moment, her face went ashen. Lucas had a flash of fear that she was going to try and back out of it, but he made a point to smile at her and even wink, and she blinked her big eyes and smiled back at him. 

“Ok, deep breath,” he said, taking one himself, “And…bottoms’s up!” 

He gently tipped the pitcher toward Brooke’s mouth, and she responded in kind with her hands. The lab room became full of the sound of her gulping down the liquid, with the loud sounds of her throat ricocheting off the smooth metal walls. 

*Gulp...GULP*

After about half of the liquid was down, Brooke began to struggle — her head was starting to shake as she made more and more of an effort to gulp down the liquid.

“There we go,” said Lucas encouragingly, tipping the pitcher ever so slightly. 

*GULP...Gulp...gulp*

Lucas was aware enough, through the shimmering haze of his own excitement, that what he was doing was morally objectionable. Here was this poor, hapless, totally confused little girl, with no experience, who he was forcing to consume an ungodly amount of water that was filled with millions of nanobots, which he had only just now realized were viable in human beings. And yet, even though Lucas knew that he should feel guilty, he simply didn’t. He was far too excited to see the nanobots in action, in a live human subject, right in front of him. He was able, in his agitated, animated mind, to brush aside the humanitarian concerns. They were on the cusp of something crazy: an unprecedented scientific advancement that he had only been able to dream of before. And Braden was going to spearhead it! 

*Gulppp...Glluggg….GULPPP* 

“Just keep going, Brooke, you’re doing great.”

Some of the water dripped down Brooke’s chin, running in thin little rivulets down her neck, and staining her white blouse dark near her collarbones. Lucas’s eyes were drawn to the water; at first, he thought it was because Brooke was wasting precious nanobots, but he knew that a difference of a few thousand or so wouldn’t matter. No...Lucas couldn’t help but realize that it was something else: as he watched the water run down Brooke’s chin and neck, and listened to her gulping it down, Lucas realized that he was...getting a little turned-on. This was a confusing thing for him to realize. What exactly was hot about the scene? There wasn’t anything attractive about Brooke, and...and besides, wasn’t there only reason to be excited about this experiment progressing so quickly into human trials!? It didn’t really make any sense. And yet, as Brooke continued to struggle and gulp down the liquid, Lucas felt his cock gently tent the front of his khakis. He stepped a bit to the side, shimmying his membr a bit in between his legs, hiding its slightly-engorged mass. He blinked and tried to re-focus himself.

*Ggggullpppp...ggulllppp*

When the pitcher was three-quarters empty, Brooke even let out a slight moan of discomfort, quite unintentionally, as she toiled more and more to get it all down. 

“Almost there!” said Lucas, tipping the pitcher up even more. “Almost gone, Brooke! Keep it going!” 

Giving one great heave of inhaled breath through her nose, as she looked up anxiously at the lab ceiling, Brooke fought to swallow the last remaining quarter of liquid, her face now clearly fatigued from the effort. by the time she finished it all, she staggered back a little, coughing and breathing hard, as Lucas caught the pitcher from falling out of her hands. 

“You did it! Nice job!” he said spiritedly, feeling another twinge of guilt as he saw her struggle to catch her breath. But once again, the guilt was overridden by his hunger to see what would happen next.

*CoughCough* *COUGH*

Brooke coughed a few times, loudly and deeply, screwing her face up in reaction to the massive amount of fluid she had just consumed. Lucas cautiously and a bit noncommittally reached over and patted her on the back a few times, as a kind of token, tacit gesture, more than anything else.

“There…it’s, uh, it’s ok, Brooke,” he said. “You ok?”

*Cough*

“Uhh…y-yeah,” she replied, panting slightly. “I’m…I’m ok, I think.”

“Alright, great!” said Lucas, his hand, still on her back, now gently but firmly guiding her towards the large glass cylinder in the middle of the room. “Ok, now…I’m gonna have you step in here, ok? No need to be worried — it’s just the, uh…let’s call it the “observation capsule,” haha, where we can monitor the nanobots that you’ve just, uh…ingested. Sound good?”

“Y-yes,” said Brooke, still struggling a bit to catch her breath. 

“And there’s a little door here…in you go…and we’re just gonna close it, ok?” Lucas knew that he was rushing Brooke through the whole process, but he didn’t really care. He just needed to get her in there and close the door. Once she was inside, he pushed the glass door shut and latched it from the outside. Brooke gave him a nervous and slightly fearful look through the glass, but he just flashed a quick grin at her, gave the “thumbs-up” sign, and turned his back on her, going back behind an extra layer of glass to join Rick in the “observation booth” part of the room. Turning around again, Lucas got the full picture of Brooke in the glass cylinder — it was a fairly tight fit for her 5’5 frame, but her relatively small stature allowed her to lean back slightly. She also had a good foot of space above her head. 

‘More than enough room,’ Lucas told himself, to stave off any guilt that he had just put a discombobulated, nervous, and possibly claustrophobic girl into this glass cylinder without so much as an orientation concerning what was about to happen. 

“Ok Brooke,” Lucas said, over the intercom, “The nanobots that you just drank are good for you, you understand? They’re basically just designed to keep you, the host, healthy, alright? They’ll remove any cancer cells they find, they’ll reduce wrinkles…haha, heck, they might even make you just feel happier in general! But the point is, they’re a net positive for you? Ok?”

“O-ok,” said Brooke, looking extremely uncomfortable in the cylinder.

“Ready to get this party started?” asked Rick eagerly, with a hungry edge to his voice. He had just sat down in front of a sprawl of computers and monitors, which were set up and programmed to record and observe all the data coming in from the sensors in the “observation capsule” Brooke was in. 

“Am I!?” laughed Lucas, feeling positively giddy. 

Rick reached over and handed him a small, hand-held remote. 

“That’s to turn the bots on and off,” said Rick. “You know the drill…same as with the animals we’re testing now. Button has to be held down to keep the bots on, you know, for safety reasons, yadda yadda.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” said Lucas, almost impatiently. “And the remote is uniquely mine, right? Like, it has the same biosensors the other ones do?”

“Yep,” answered Rick, adjusting a few monitors. “It only recognizes your fingerprint signature. No one else can turn them on.”

“Perfect,” intoned Lucas, unconsciously licking his lips a little. 

“So now, if she explodes, it’s all on you!” laughed Rick. 

“Oh stop it — that won’t happen,” chuckled Lucas, not quite knowing whether or not he was right. He looked back up at Brooke, whose hands were crossed timidly in front of her, as she looked down at the glass floor beneath her. 

“Alright, ready Rick?” Lucas was trying to keep his voice steady, but it wasn’t easy. 

“Ready.” Rick was just as excited as he was, positively poised on the edge of his seat.

“Ok, here we go!” breathed Lucas, and pressed the button on the remote.

At first, there was no indication that anything had changed — there was no sound, no reaction from Brooke, no spike in the charts on the monitors. Lucas and Rick waited breathlessly for the bots to do their work. It was a surreal thing…Rick’s eyes were fixed on the computers and monitors, but Lucas’s were locked firmly on Brooke. It was so strange to look at her, and know that millions of nanobots were busily working inside her, totally unseen. 

“Holy SHIT!” cried Rick suddenly, gasping out as the data started to pour in through the monitors. “Lucas!! Jesus fucking christ, take a look at this!! Her red count is WAY up! Oh my god, look at her hemoglobin levels!! The…holy fuck, her Chymotrypsin is off the charts…are you seeing this, Lucas!? Look at her Tyrosinase spikes!! Are you kidding me!? This…this is REVOLUTIONARY, Lucas!! This…is…haha ohhhh god, her HGH is climbing now…godddd…fuck! Her glucose production capacity already doubled. This is gonna…oh my god, Lucas — this is gonna change the world!! Are you seeing all this!? Lucas!?! 

Lucas wasn’t looking at the monitors; he wasn’t looking at the computers and taking in all the figures; he wasn’t even really hearing what Rick was saying. Instead, his eyes were inexorably fixed upon Brooke’s body in the glass cylinder. She was visibly beginning to change. Lucas could see that her head, ever so surely, and at a constant rate, was beginning to inch upwards. She was…growing taller, in real time, before his eyes. And it wasn’t just her stature that was changing. The blemishes on her skin began to fade away, until they had disappeared entirely. The uneven distribution of flesh in her cheeks evened out, to the point where Lucas was amazed at her face’s proportionality. The slight dimples in her chin seemed to get swallowed up in an increase in the vibrant fleshiness of her blossoming cheeks and chin. There was no getting around it…Brooke’s face was actually starting to look…not bad at all…pretty good, in fact. 

But the changes didn’t even stop there. Lucas felt his eyes drawn to Brooke’s chest. Her previously-flat chest, with barely any breast mounds to speak of, was now burgeoning noticeably under her white blouse. Lucas felt his wide eyes expand even wider as he took in exactly what was happening. He could hardly believe it — this change, along with many of the others, was totally unexpected. Underneath her blouse, the twin mounds of her breasts were clearly growing, swelling bigger and bigger with each passing moment. Brooke’s blouse grew tighter and tighter in her chest region, as her breasts began to press themselves into the fabric from the inside. Lucas was able to get a clearer view through the blouse of Brooke’s nipples, and with a jolting thrill, he saw them lengthening and thickening, growing slightly darker as they increased visibly in size. 

Lucas blinked his eyes in stunned arousal as he unconsciously licked his upper lip…his nostrils were flaring, and his cock, which was already slightly hard, grew harder still. Brooke’s blouse continued to tighten in the front of her chest; the previously-loose fabric grew straight and taut, with their wrinkles gradually creasing themselves out more and more with each passing moment. Without realizing it, Lucas drew in a sharp breath as, for the first time, a cleavage actually became visible, swelling itself up in the warm, organic bliss of the fleshy mounds of her breasts that continued to grow in tandem, squishing themselves up against each other, seeming to duel for space inside Brooke’s ever-tightening blouse. Her legs and arms were also growing, beginning to lose their spindly shapes as gentles surges of female flesh started to fill them out. And all the while, her head kept going up, up, and up some more. Lucas was positively dumbfounded — shocked beyond measure as his body temperature rose, his cock beginning to strain in the confines of his pants. He was literally watching a woman emerge out of what the old Brooke had been before.

Gradually, Lucas became aware of something insistent sounding off to his right. The noise was muddled and undecipherable at first. It took him a few long moments to realize that the sound was a voice, and then a few extra moments to ascertain that the voice was Rick’s, and that it was urgently conveying something.

“Huh? What?” asked Lucas, still not taking his eyes off Brooke. 

“Stop, Lucas! Stop!” came Rick’s emphatic voice. “Turn them off! That’s more than enough!!”

“Oh…come on, j-just…just a little longer,” said Lucas, his mouth slightly slack as he breathed heavily in and out, feasting his eyes on Brooke’s burgeoning form. “Just, to, uh…just to make sure…it works.” 

“No way — are you serious!?” cried Rick. “It’s not safe, Lucas!! Come on, we’ve gone far enough — turn them off!!” 

As Brooke continued to grow in the background, Rick reached for the remote. As soon as his fingers brushed the edge of the device, something seemed to go off in Lucas’s head, and he tried to pull it away. But Rick had already latched his fingers onto the end of it and wouldn’t let go. Lucas finally broke his eyes away from Brooke to focus on wrestling the remote away from Rick. The two men pulled and tugged, in a brief but intense struggle, each of them breathing hard. 

“Lucas…for fuck’s sake…let me…come on…turn it off!!” panted Rick. 

“I…I’m…ok, ok!” said Lucas, coming to his senses and taking his finger off the button. He held the remote up to Rick, with both of his hands raised, in the motion of surrender. “See?! It’s off! Ok, god!” 

“Fuck!” exclaimed Rick, shaking his head as his eyes lingered on Lucas for a long moment. “You…we have to be careful, Lucas! Come on, man.” 

“I…yeah, I mean,” said Lucas awkwardly, furrowing his brow a little bit, almost in confusion. “She’s…look, don’t get all worked up, ok?” he said, recovering quickly as he gestured over to Brooke. “Look at her — she’s fine.” He noticed that her head was a little closer to the top of the cylinder ceiling than it had been before...and there was no question that her breasts had grown larger still, even during the brief time that he had looked away. 

“That we know of!” said Rick, his voice full of stress and excitement. “Ok, uh…ok, yeah, it’s fine…it’s fine. She looks fine. It’s…wow, Lucas. Take…uh, well, go over and check on her first, but when you get back….Jesus…you gotta look at these charts!”

Lucas was already on his way over to the glass cylinder, wiping his forehead with his hand on the way, and taking a series of deep breaths. He was strangely more aware of his body in this moment than he had ever remembered being before. Only when he was almost at the glass container’s door did he look at Brooke in the face. She was still no beauty, but there was no question at all that her appearance had improved. Her face looked brighter, fresher, and more vibrant. She was blinking her eyes, which looked even bigger, and whose sockets were slightly more angled at the corners, giving her whole facial structure a sharper and more pleasing edge. What mood was she in? Lucas smiled up at her in an obligatory way as he unlatched the door. 

‘She looks totally confused,’ thought Lucas. ‘Same old Brooke.’

He didn’t quite know why he was thinking this thought to himself as he opened the door — it was quite clear that this was not the same old Brooke, at least physically speaking.

“There she is!” he laughed, immediately feeling the awkward weight of his words as they tumbled untidily out of his mouth. “That was great, Brooke! Just great! How, uh…how do you feel?”

“A little dizzy, maybe,” she replied, immediately and clearly (which Lucas interpreted as abruptness), stepping out of the container and onto the same level floor that Lucas was standing on. “But actually, uh…not so bad.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Lucas, half-hearing her words. He was busy taking in the reality of Brooke’s growth. She was obviously taller now — before, the top of her head had barely come up to his chin. Now, Lucas could tell that it reached all the way up to the middle of his nose. She had actually gained a couple inches. 

“Yeah, haha, like, you, uh…you were right, Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke, smiling some as she unconsciously brought her hands up to her chest and squished her breasts together. “I think I do feel a little happier, actually!” 

Lucas registered somewhere in his mind that Brooke had actually addressed him by his last name without messing it up, but nearly all of his attention had become swallowed up in Brooke’s breasts. Even though she was squishing them together inadvertently, her nonexistent motives didn’t stop Lucas from staring at the newly-swelled, taut breast flesh that was peeking through the upper part of her blouse. Brooke’s chest had been almost completely flat before, but now, her tiny A-cups had increased all the way up to solid B-cups. And what’s more, he was faced with the reality of Brooke’s height increase; even though he was still half a foot taller, there was something intimidating about her face being closer to his...even though there had been no ostensible change, Lucas felt like she had somehow “risen in rank.” 

The change was dramatic for Lucas, even if others might not have noticed so intensely. He blinked several times as he gawked at Brooke’s assets, as she stood there, looking awkwardly at him as her eyes shifted around the lab, and back to him again. 

“Uhh…yeah…yeah, that’s…that’s great, Brooke!” said Lucas, coming out of his reverie after a few moments. He looked back up from her chest and into her face. “Fantastic! I’m…um, I’m glad you’re feeling good. We’ll, uh…we’ll monitor you throughout the day, and uh, and you just tell me if there’s anything out of the ordinary that you’re feeling, ok?”

“Ok, that sounds good!” said Brooke, blinking as she tilted her head slightly at him and smiled. Lucas smiled back, for the first time actually giving her something that amounted to a genuine expression of pleasure, much in the same way that he would smile at a young, post-college-aged girl who wasn’t too bad looking and who had smiled at him as she passed by on the sidewalk. 

The rest of the day proceeded along, more or less normal on the outside. Lucas had informed Trent that he would be training Brooke in basic knowledge transfer for the day. Lucas had put this plan in motion before the unexpected results of the experiment that morning — Trent was a fantastic employee, so much so that Lucas had begun to see him as a potential competitor in the general office power dynamics. By dumping Brooke off on Trent, Lucas could, in a sense, kill two birds with one stone: he wouldn’t have to deal with her, and Trent would inevitably fall behind in his work due to Brooke’s encumbrance. 

But that was all before the events of this morning, and Lucas found, as he handed Brooke off to Trent, that he couldn’t keep his mind off her as the day went by. He kept thinking back to the moment where he realized that Brooke was actually growing in the glass cylinder…she had been getting taller, fleshier, curvier, and her boobs had visibly ballooned along with everything else. He had watched her…become more…and it wasn’t lost on him that, in speaking with her after, she hadn’t been stuttering nearly as much. Sure, she was still awkward and didn’t have any confidence, but…well, there was definitely some sort of change that had happened internally. And her face too! She was now probably a 5, or even a 6. 

He still had the remote. The windows of his corner office had a view of Trent’s office, and Lucas realized, around the late afternoon, that he had been fingering the remote fitfully in his pocket as he watched Trent work with Brooke. Lucas inhaled through his nose as he took his hand out of his pocket; he realized that his palms were sweating. He looked back into Trent’s office. Trent was leaning over Brooke’s shoulder, looking forward into her computer screen in her side cubicle. Clearly, she was having difficulty understanding the software language that Trent was trying to teach her. 

Lucas reached back into his pocket again, once again fingering the remote.

‘Why not?’ asked a voice inside his head. ‘There’s no reason not to. Go ahead…do it!’

Lucas pressed the button, holding it down as he stared into Trent’s office like a hawk. Both Brooke and Trent were too focused on her screen to notice what was happening, but Lucas saw it all in real-time. Brooke began to grow. Lucas saw her shoulder rising, very subtly, bit by bit, near Trent’s forward position as he leaned on her desk with his hands. Lucas started breathing hard again, just like he had been that morning when Brooke had started to grow. The difference was that now, Lucas was expecting the changes…and he was alone, in the privacy of his own office. Scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner, he was able to tear his eyes away from Brooke long enough to hop up and close his office door, returning quickly to his chair immediately afterward. His cock was now definitely bulging up through his pants. Brooke turned to the side, seemingly about to ask Trent a question, and Lucas gasped out loud…her breasts were visibly expanding even more than they had been before. Her already-tight blouse grew tighter still as her breasts expanded and squished together even more, so much so that Lucas actually saw the fabric on the back of her blouse tighten as a result of the blooming twin mounds of swelling flesh on her chest.

Lucas’s breath started to come forth in faster, shallower gaps as his chest rose and fell rapidly. The heat was building up in his face, and his teeth became clenched, his jaw locking his whole face hard into gear, in preparation…but for what? Lucas wasn’t really thinking straight; his thumb was whitening as he continued to press it hard down into the remote button. She was growing, swelling…getting bigger…getting more…all because he was pressing the button. It was HIM…HE was the one who was making it all happen. Lucas kept breathing and panting…harder and harder, with the heat rising to a fever pitch in his face and in his loins, until he finally came, hard, in his pants. He gasped out, strangely not even having expected this end result. He was just too focused on watching Brooke grow…on growing her himself. 

He saw Brooke nod her head up at Trent, as she pointed to the screen. Trent’s head turned slightly sideways, peering at the screen. Brooke nodded again, once more pointing. Now Trent was nodding…and he straightened up and walked away, back to his own desk. 

‘Huh…guess she finally figured it out,’ thought Lucas to himself, feeling almost giddy in his post-orgasm heatwave. ‘Trent’s a good instructor…hope that lasts, haha.’ He felt like he had just gotten away with something…something slightly dirty, and the fact that no one had noticed only made him more excited. 

A little while later, after Lucas had cleaned himself up, Brooke walked into his office, straight up to his desk. Lucas had been reading an email, but he had known it was Brooke walking in as soon as he saw her figure out of the corner of his eye. He had made it a point to look at her as casually as he could, but when he actually looked up at her, he couldn’t help but notice that her blouse, her dress, her tights…everything…was tighter. Her face looked perhaps even better, although he couldn’t be sure. The main thing he noticed was that her breasts were undoubtedly C-cups now. 

‘The same size as Sophia, geez,’ he thought to himself. She seemed to have gained another inch in height as well — making her 5’8. 

“Had a good day?” Lucas asked nonchalantly, turning his eyes back to his email, without actually looking at anything. 

“Yes,” said Brooke, sounding a bit eager, “I completed all the tasks Trent asked me to do.”

“Gooood!” Lucas wished he could have made his voice sound more normal. 

“But, you know,” Brooke added, “You told me that I should tell you if I felt anything unusual today?”

Lucas looked up at her slowly.

“Yes?”

“Well…I think I had a growth spurt.”

Lucas blinked, willing himself to act normally. “A…growth spurt? Hmm, well that’s certainly possible.”

Brooke tugged on her blouse a little, showing its tautness. “My clothes are tighter all over. I can feel it.” 

“Hmmm, well, maybe we’ll need to get you some new clothes,” said Lucas, suddenly getting an idea. He reached into his wallet, pulled out $120, and folded it up neatly, handing it out to her. 

“Here, take this,” he said, smiling up at her. “A little something to buy a new wardrobe with, huh? Maybe even ask Sophia to take you shopping? It’ll be fun! And…I don’t mean to sound rude, Brooke, but…maybe getting a new wardrobe wouldn’t be such a bad change for you, hmm?”

“I…well, no, I could definitely use some new clothes,” she replied, chuckling amiably as her big eyes regarded him. “Thanks, Mr. Mineur! That’s so generous of you!”

“Well, haha…spend it wisely, ok?” he asked, sending her away with a paternalistic wave of his hand. As he watched her go, he turned his head sideways, watching her enlarged butt cheeks actually bouncing a bit up and down as she walked. Sophia strode out of her office a moment later, causing Lucas to quickly turn his attention back to his computer screen. He hoped she hadn’t seen him staring after Brooke…he heard the two women acknowledge each other. Sophia was starting up a friendly conversation. Lucas would have spent more energy eavesdropping, but a ping on his email caught his attention. It was from Rick — he had the final results from the morning test. True to his nearly-hysterical reaction from that morning Rick had titled the email: “GAME CHANGER.”

 

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Chapter 6 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 6

A few hours later, as he left his office for the weekend, Lucas’s head was buzzing with so much activity and energy that he had to steady himself a little as he turned to lock his door. So much was tumbling over itself in his brain: Rick’s wide eyes as he spoke excitedly a mile a minute about all the incredible new data that had come through about the nanobots, and the future promise of making even more efficient replacement bots that wouldn’t die out as quickly…Lucas’s own visions of fame and fortune, far surpassing what he had dared to hope for before…a shiny new car that he could buy with the financial proceeds of this staggering new invention that would be sure to come through soon…the adoring eyes of Olivia as he strutted through the halls, his brilliance now firmly established…

All of this flashed through Lucas’s mind like lightning, but none of it remained in place for too long in his thoughts. This was because, overwhelmingly, he was thinking back to those first moments of actually seeing Brooke grow in the glass cylinder, and later in Trent’s office…as he pressed down on the remote button…the remote that he, and only he, had access to. He couldn’t get her expanding breasts out of his head — she had been almost completely flat-chested when she had come in that morning, and now she had C-cups…and respectable C-cups at that. Her breasts had gotten so big that Lucas had actually noticed them gently bouncing behind her white blouse as she came into his office to report her progress under Trent’s direction. 

Her progress! That’s right! She had actually completed her assigned tasks for the day! Lucas didn’t spend too much time thinking about this specific fact, but it had subconsciously occurred to him that her success had been…well, a bit out of character for her. He hadn’t expected her to complete any number of tasks with Trent, but she had gotten through them all!? 

‘Maybe Trent’s just a better instructor than me,’ Lucas chuckled to himself as he turned around, briefcase in hand, and walked down the hall towards the elevators. ‘Some people are just naturally…better educators. Executives like me don’t really have time to stoop to that level — it throws us off our game. But I’m glad I have someone like Trent who can usher our newbies along.’ 

Lucas fingered the remote in his pocket as he walked, his mind absently wandering back to Brooke’s gently bouncing breasts, her gently undulating butt cheeks as she had walked away…her arms and legs, and how much more substantial and well-formed they looked. And her face! That was maybe the most dramatic thing of all — Lucas still hadn’t managed to wrap his head around how…normal Brooke looked now. And maybe even a little above normal, if he was being honest. Her blemished face had cleared up; her skin had definitely looked more elastic and smooth. That conspicuous overbite she had before…well, that was gone. He remembered, as the memories piled up eagerly in his brain, that she hadn’t even come to work with her glasses on. And those big, dark eyes that looked down at him as he sat at his desk…so innocent, so eager to please, so soft… 

‘A solid 6 out of 10, no question about it,’ Lucas thought to himself, almost a little smugly, as he continued to turn the remote over and over in his pocket. Thus far, he had refrained from using it again, for the simple reason that Brooke had gone home, and that he wouldn’t be able to see her growth in real-time. But as more time passed, the temptation was still growing for him to use it again, even though he couldn’t see her.

Trent suddenly popped out of his office as Lucas passed by, startling Lucas out of his fantasy reverie. 

“Oh!” exclaimed Lucas in surprise. 

“Oh! Haha, sorry!” returned Trent, backing up a little. 

“Hehe, uh…n-no, no problem,” chuckled Lucas, feeling more awkward around Trent than he liked. Trent had caught him off-guard in a private moment, and Lucas did not enjoy the guilty feeling that was fast replacing his fantasies of Brooke’s breasts growing bigger. Why was he feeling guilty like this!? 

“So yeah, the new girl, Brooke,” said Trent, leaning back against the wall.

“Yes?” asked Lucas, collecting himself and peering forward eagerly. He had not intended to come off as eager as did. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting much from her, to be honest,” said Trent, laughing a little ruefully. “Started her off with some pretty simple coding stuff…you know, like…I’m talking basics.”

“And?” Lucas felt like he had done a lot better with this one-word question, as he feigned a casual tone and even looked at his fingernails with evident disinterest.

“She struggled through it at first…didn’t make any headway at all,” responded Trent. “I was actually getting close to asking you to take her off my hands, haha, because, you know…i couldn’t get anything done with her in there, just floundering. But…”

“But?” repeated Lucas, tilting his head as he blinked in what he thought was a cool, unaffected way. 

“There was a moment where it just…well, it all seemed to just click with her,” said Trent. “Everything just fell into place, and I didn’t even really need to help her after that. Just breezed right through it.”

“Well, isn’t that something?” replied Lucas, turning the remote over in his pocket as he thought about Brooke’s ass bouncing up and down in her wake.

“I don’t know what happened,” said Trent, shaking his head, “But this Brooke girl…haha, yeah, I gotta say, I hadn’t noticed her” — and here, Trent mimed cupping breasts on his chest — “before, you know? Girl’s got an ass too, haha! And, I gotta say…It was a pretty good choice for her to wear contacts too, instead of those ugly-ass glasses.”

“Heh! Uh…right,” said Lucas, feeling strangely violated by Trent’s words. 

“Yep, I think you need to start assigning her to me a lot more often!” laughed Trent, slapping Lucas on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind — just…throwing that out there, haha!” 

Lucas watched Trent laughing as he turned and left, and he felt something aggressive boil up in him. He wasn’t growing and accentuating Brooke so Trent could enjoy her! Right then and there, Lucas resolved not to give his young, upstart rival employee so much as a sniff more of Brooke.

“So, Mr. Chief Executive Manager of the 42nd Floor,” came Sophia’s voice behind him, “I had a nice little chat with your new employee today.” 

Lucas closed his eyes and turned around. He was not going to give her more ammunition to use to shred him. And besides, he had to remember: HE was the one who had the power in all of this. Not Sophia. 

“Oh yeah?” he replied quizzically. “And how did that go? D’ja give her the down-low about how to fast-track file sexual harassment complaints to HR?’

“Actually,” said Sophia, shifting her weight to one leg as she crossed her arms under her C-cups, “We arranged to have a nice little shopping trip this Sunday.”

“Oh really?” asked Lucas with high-pitched mock interest, as he turned towards the elevators, Sophia following. 

‘Good,’ he thought to himself, ‘She’s following me…I’m the one leading the exchange here. She won’t suspect anything unusual…I’m acting totally causal.’ 

“Yeah, she said that you gave her some cash for new clothes,” said Sophia, with a curious tilt to her tone. “That was…very nice of you.”

They had reached the elevators, and Lucas had pressed the “down” button. 

“Yeah, well, you know,” he said flippantly, “She’s a new employee and everything…gotta welcome her to the team and all, right? Make her feel welcome?”

“Mmhm,” nodded Sophia, her eyes fixed squarely on Lucas. Who was he kidding? She knew. But was she going to mention anything about it, or just let it slide? A few seconds of silence passed. 

“Brooke’s taller,” remarked Sophia, her eyes unwavering. Lucas turned to her and smiled slightly.

“And curvier,” continued Sophia. “Girl’s got an ass now…and tits too. You notice that?”

“I…did notice,” replied Lucas, smiling fully now. He felt like chuckling, but held it in. 

“Lucky girl,” said Sophia as they stepped into the elevator. “Lucky…girl.”

The doors closed, and Lucas suddenly decided to just come clean to her — he wasn’t going to keep playing her game and dancing around the subject. If she was going to come at him from some angle, he would be ready. 

“Look, Brooke accidentally drank a sample of nanobots the other day,” he said, trying to make sure that he wasn’t sounding like he was making excuses. “And I didn’t realize it until this morning — I got really worried, of course, but she showed up to work feeling fine, with no signs of anything gone wrong, and…well, come on Sophia, this is such a huge opportunity for…for all of us, you know? Brooke included! Rick and I gave her another dose this morning, and…haha, well, the results have spoken for themselves so far, haven’t they?” 

As he spoke, he felt himself figuratively rise up more and more above Sophia — this was the big break he had been looking for, and now that it was finally here, of course she was going to try and guilt him out of it. 

“And…and,” he kept on, as Sophia was opening her mouth to speak, “She signed a consent form.”

Sophia’s mouth shut, but opened quickly again. “And you told her the risks?”

“Well, it was all in the form,” said Lucas, gesturing impatiently. “If she didn’t read it, then that’s not really my problem, is it?” 

Sophia shook her head as she adjusted her jaw. Now it was her turn to smile ruefully. 

“Even for you…this is a new low,” she chuckled, almost to herself.

“Oh my god, here we fucking go!” exclaimed Lucas, actually feeling quite angry now at Sophia’s expected reaction. He ushered both hands in the universal “come-on” gesture. “Well go on, Sophia, let me have it — tell me what a bastard I am for daring to take some risks for the sake of our development. Are you seriously focusing on this shit when…when we’ve made…the kind of…of progress that we made today!? Don’t you realize that we’re on the CUSP of developing a world-changing technology that’s gonna make us all millionaires!? But don’t worry, I understand, if you’d rather not participate, then don’t worry, Sophia, you can opt out of the profits right now, if you’d like.” 

“Jesus, I got you all worked up, didn’t I?” chuckled Sophia as the elevator doors opened. “Chill out, Lucas. In any case, I’m taking the girl shopping on Sunday.”

“Well…have fun,” huffed Lucas, irritated that he had let Sophia get under his skin. He had let her trick him into thinking that she cared more about Brooke than she actually did…that was just…classic her. 

“Oh we’ll have fun alright!” laughed Sophia, waving goodbye. “Let’s see if you and the rest of the boys can keep it in your pants when you see her on Monday.”

“I’m on the edge of my seat,” returned Lucas dryly, not returning her wave as he stumped over to his car. The thing was, though…he was on the edge of his seat. But not for the reason that Sophia thought. He took out the remote again after he had closed his car door. He studied it…what did it matter that he wouldn’t be able to see her become…more…when he pressed it? It was the thrill of control, of knowing that her body would respond to the pressure of his thumb on the remote, that was so overwhelmingly enticing to him. 

‘And I invented the nanobots…the things that are making it all happen,’ he reminded himself, conveniently skimping over the fact that the development of the nanobots had very much been a team effort at Braden. Yes, he had presided over the effort, at least in his branch, but he still knew, in the back of his mind, that Dave and Bill had been the ones to kickstart the whole campaign. But they were the overseers, who didn’t have the same intimate knowledge that he did…HE was the one doing all the real work, laboring away in the metaphorical trenches of the 42nd floor, trailblazing a revolutionary technology. 

He put the remote back in his pocket as he continued to vaingloriously daydream. He still had some amount of self-control that he could expend against using the remote again so soon. But he knew, not too deep down, that it was only a matter of time before he pressed it again. 

Lucas managed to hold out until Sunday. By this time, he had almost forgotten that Sophia was taking Brooke out shopping — he had been so wrapped up in his own kinetic brooding that the outside world had largely ceased to exist beyond his own brain, his memories of Brooke’s expanding body, and the reality of the remote on his coffee table, where he had carefully deposited it Friday night when he got home. All weekend, Lucas went about his business, floating from page to page on the internet as he remained suspended in a kind of expectant ether, all the while stealing glances at the remote, looking at it out of the corner of his eye like he was sneaking a look at Valerie’s double D’s. Olivia…he wondered how she would react to Brooke…oooohhh this was gonna be rich…maybe this would work out perfectly for Lucas, such that Olivia might actually be forced to “up her game” if she started to feel like her position as the sexy office chick was in jeopardy. Maybe she’d start dressing in even tighter clothes, just to hit home that she was still the “hot one.” 

‘Haha, poor Brooke,’ thought Lucas, picking up the remote on Sunday, studying it again as he turned it over and over in the early-afternoon sunlight. ‘Doesn’t really have a chance against Olivia…but still…why not help her out a bit?’ Without thinking any more about it, he suddenly pressed down on the remote button, holding it down for five seconds, before releasing it again. His heart quickened in his chest, and his breathing began coming in aroused bursts. He had been brooding for so long that it felt like a sudden and rash decision to press the button, but once he had done it, it was easier, a couple hours later, to do it again, this time holding it down for longer. He realized that his cock was pressing painfully into his jeans. 

‘Fuck it, what am I doing?’ he asked himself, hurriedly yanking his pants off as he laid back in his bed. With one hand, he pressed the remote again, and with the other, he started jerking himself off.

At the same time, Brooke and Sophia were a few miles away, browsing their way through a Nordstrom women’s section. 

“I’m not sure that I need…new underwear,” giggled Brooke, laughing a little at her own awkwardness. 

“Oh nonsense!” replied Sophia immediately. “We’re getting you a whole new wardrobe! And any wardrobe starts with the lingerie. What kind you got on now?”

“Um…these?” said Brooke, pulling down her skinny jeans a bit so that Sophia could see her white panties. 

“Hmmm, yeah, those don’t even match your bra,” said Sophia, shaking her head kindly. “We gotta get you some sets that match, ok?”

“Ok,” said Brooke, nodding as she snapped her jeans back into place, wincing slightly. “Let’s…yeah, let’s do the lingerie and pants first. These jeans are, like, way too tight for me now.”

“Well that’s because you’ve done a bit of growing these past couple days!” laughed Sophia. 

“Well, Friday, anyway,” said Brooke. “I don’t think I grew any yesterday. But today…haha, well, I already told you about that little spurt I felt when we were having lunch. You sure you didn’t notice it?”

“Yeah, I didn’t see anything,” said Sophia gently. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I trust what you say about your own body, Brooke.” 

“Thanks Sophia,” Brooke said bashfully.

Sophia looked at the young girl and gave her a genuine smile that had some pity behind it. Brooke was clearly less awkward and nervous than she had been previously, but she still hadn’t quite put it together that her growth spurts were the direct result of Lucas pressing a remote. Sophia hadn’t seen any remote on Friday, but she strongly suspected that Lucas still had in his possession some kind of mechanism that activated the nanobots. She was intimately familiar with the research Braden had been doing, and she knew how the bots were activated in all the experiments. She also knew Lucas well enough to ascertain that he was likely getting off on the power of augmenting his “test subject.” It all made Sophia angry, and a little sick, but she knew what she was doing. She thought weeks and months, not days, into the future. 

“Do I look ok in this?” asked Brooke eagerly a few minutes later, after shyly emerging from one of the changing-room stalls wearing a dashing, summery red dress that fit her body tightly, showing off her newly-enlarged hips and C-cups.

“Oooohh, I love it, Brooke!” cried Sophia honestly, a bit taken aback by just how good Brooke looked in her new getup. Turn around for me…let me see your butt…oh wow! Yeah…yes! Brooke, you look great in this!”

“Really?” Brooke asked innocently, blinking her big, dark eyes ecstatically down at Sophia. 

“Really!” responded Sophia, actually recognizing, for the first time, that Brooke might have the potential to be a bit imposing. The 5’6 Sophia was wearing her casual 2-inch pumps that she often wore outside of work, which made her exactly Brooke’s current height. But as she watched Brooke spin around and around in this red dress, in her bare feet, Sophia could anticipate how different Brooke’s stature might appear when she stepped into some heels. 

“How about that bra?” asked Sophia, stepping in closer to look. “Does it feel comfortable under there?” 

“Yeah it does!” replied Brooke brightly, glancing down as Sophia peered in. 

Five miles away, Lucas had just started pressing the remote again, for a second, longer amount of time. And right there, in plain view of both Brooke and Sophia, Brooke’s breasts began to visibly grow. For a second, Brooke didn’t quite know what was happening, but when she noticed that her breasts were expanding, she gave a sharp intake of breath from the sheer surprise of seeing herself grow like this in real time. Sophia watched on, her eyes getting wider and wider as she saw Brooke’s C-cups widen and stretch at the fabric of her bra, and the tight red dress on top of it. The sound of stretching fabric peppered the air. Sophia’s mouth dropped open as her eyes locked onto the burgeoning breast flesh that seemed to build up and swell from some unseen source; they appeared to be expanding and blowing up like balloons. Sophia watched in stunned silence as Brooke’s C-cups developed and inflated into D-cups, all in a matter of a few seconds. It was all over as abruptly as it had begun. Brooke winced slightly, pulling Sophia’s attention back.

“Oh! Brooke! Are you…are you ok?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. 

“I’m fine…I just…ugh, everything feels so squished all of a sudden,” said Brooke, her face again wincing in slight discomfort. “The bra especially…geez…it’s super tight now.”

“Well, that’s just because…uh…yeah,” said Sophia, reminding herself that she owed it to Brooke to appear calm and collected. She could feel her anger at Lucas beginning to simmer. 

“Because I just had another spurt, yeah, I know!” exclaimed Brooke, cupping her big breasts and giving them a disbelieving shake. “Gosh, I like…totally saw it that time! Did you see it, Sophia!? Did you see me grow just now??”

“I saw it, yes,” breathed Sophia, taking a deep breath immediately after she spoke to compose herself. “But you feel ok? You aren’t in any pain?”

“Not really, no,” said Brooke, digging her fingers down into her bra and fitfully stretching and prying it off her breasts in search of relief. “But, I mean…this dress…this bra…everything I’m wearing is too tight now. Like, I wanna take it all off now. That must have been a big spurt, because everything fit so perfectly before!”

“Yeah, let’s get you out of these clothes,” said Sophia, trying to sound normal. “And don’t worry — we can just get that dress in a bigger size. I think it really fits your style!” 

“Why is all this happening?” asked Brooke, her voice suddenly taking on a tone of slight desperation and anxiety as she looked with concern into Sophia’s eyes. Sophia noticed, as she met her stare, that Brooke was now a little taller than she was…even though Brooke was still in her bare feet.

“Is this all ok? It doesn’t seem ok,” Brooke continued, her newly-enlarged chest beginning to rise and fall at a quicker frequency as she started getting herself worked-up. 

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, it’s all totally fine,” reassured Sophia in a soothing voice, petting Brooke consolingly on her back. “The nanobots are just doing their work, but it doesn’t happen at a constant rate, you understand? The bots work in fits and bursts of activity — that explains why you have sudden spurts like you do. But as long as they’re not painful, there’s nothing to worry about! Haha, and I mean, just look at you! You’re taller than me now, and I’m wearing these heels! And ohhhh damn! Look at your hips, girl! Turn around and lemme see that butt again…yep! Definitely bigger! Hehe Brooke, do you know what so many girls would do, just to be able to get bigger boobs, or a bigger ass!? And it’s already noticeable with you! Geez, and this is just the start” 

“Just…the start?” asked Brooke, blushing at Sophia’s compliments as she smiled sheepishly. 

“Well yeah! It’s only been a couple days with the bots inside you,” replied Sophia, thinking that now was probably the time to switch the subject. She didn’t want to freak the girl out too much. “But anyway, the whole point is, you’re looking excellent, Brooke. But all the tight clothes aside, you’re feeling good?”

“Yeah!” said Brooke, reaching her arms up high as her curvy body quivered and strained in the pleasant stretch. “I…actually feel pretty great, if I can just remind myself what you said, about not having to worry about…about the bots inside me.”

This was the first time that Sophia had heard Brooke verbally acknowledge presence of the nanobots inside her organism, and it filled Sophia with a combination of tender pity towards Brooke and hostile anger toward Lucas. But she swallowed it all down, determined to focus on helping the girl navigate what was happening to her. At this point, Sophia had surmised that the bots had improved Brooke’s confidence as well as her appearance, but she was as-yet ignorant of the cognitive augmentation that was developing unseen in Brooke’s mind. Brooke felt it — things were becoming clearer now. She felt like she was in the process of walking out of a thick fog, or waking from a deep sleep. 

“Ok, let’s get you a bigger dress, bigger bra, bigger everything,” laughed Sophia. “And then, let’s have you try on some heels, huh?”

“Oooh yes!” cried Brooke excitedly, clasping her hands together. 

Hours later, after the night had nearly deepened into midnight, Lucas finally went to bed, having firmly reassured himself that he would not press the remote any more. Since Brooke’s growth spurt at Nordstrom’s, in front of Sophia, Lucas had pressed the remote three more times, holding it down for five seconds, then two, and then only one, right before he went to bed. He hadn’t been able to help himself. He had become almost helpless at the feet of his own arousal — the control he had over Brooke’s body, and the growth of her body, had proven an indulgence he could not resist. 

As he attempted, with difficulty, to sleep, he looked forward to the next day, Monday, when he would see what Brooke looked like…his little project. Maybe her boobs…and curves…would even be close to Valerie’s! He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought about all the fun and sexy office drama that could come out of all this. Brooke versus Olivia…Olivia versus Sophia…maybe even Brooke versus Sophia…hehe, and the look on Trent’s face when Lucas would take Brooke as his own personal assistant. What did it matter if she couldn’t code to save her life? He could just look at her…and if she wasn’t what he wanted, he could just press the remote again. 

He finally fell asleep, with images of breasts bouncing through his head.

End Notes:

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Chapter 7 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 7

Lucas arrived at his office early Monday morning, much earlier than he was accustomed to coming in. After he had finally managed to fall asleep the previous night, it seemed to Lucas that he woke up in the process of stepping out of his bed. Generally, upon waking, he laid in bed for a few minutes, dozing as he thought about the day’s busy itinerary. But not this morning. This morning, he felt wide awake before he even stepped into the shower. He performed his whole morning routine in record speed, and within half an hour was in the drive-thru line at the coffee shop. Lucas didn’t quite know why he was in such a state of frenzy. He understood his excitement well enough…he was looking forward to seeing what Brooke looked like after all that remote-pressing he had done over the weekend. But why he was rushing to get to the office…well, Lucas wasn’t sure. 

It was 7:30, so Lucas got himself situated and started reading and answering emails, trying as hard as he could to go about his business as he normally would. An intense liquid thrill, the kind that furtively permeates the interior of someone hiding in plain sight, began slowly creeping over him, however, the more the minutes ticked off the clock. A few times, he couldn’t help but feel for the remote in his pocket with his fingers, rubbing it slowly, almost caressing it, in preparation for seeing what he had made over the weekend. 

He kept his office door slightly ajar, after having decided that leaving it open might give himself away to Sophia. He didn’t want to be making it too obvious to her that he was eager to see what Brooke looked like. Correctly, Lucas suspected that Sophia had actually seen Brooke have a growth spurt, and…well, from their parting conversation Friday, she knew full well what was going on. Right then, as he mused about the situation, Lucas heard Sophia unlock her office and go inside. He sat there in his black leather chair, tensed up and hardly daring to breathe as his heart hammered away in his chest…he was irritated at himself for reacting this way, and wished he wasn’t…but the tension died away moments later after he heard Sophia’s office door close. He had been expecting her to barge into his office and start the interrogation, but that hadn’t happened. 

‘Maybe she didn’t actually see anything,’ Lucas thought to himself. ‘Maybe I just need to chill the fuck out and not let whatever Sophia thinks get me all tied up in knots.’

He glanced at the clock on his computer…it was 7:49. Brooke would undoubtedly be late again, but he knew that he needed to take the time to get into his work routine, in order that he seem as normal as possible when she did come in. He reckoned he had probably fifteen or twenty — 

“Good morning, Mr. Mineur!”

Lucas’s eyes snapped up from his screen, and his heart came to a stop. There, standing in the doorway, was a tall, elegantly-curved, and stylish young woman in a form-fitting red dress that went down to about her mid-thighs, showing off more than enough of her well-formed legs, and that barely seemed able to contain her prodigious bust, which hung prominently out from her chest in a stunning twin display of tight, heavy flesh. It didn’t matter how much Lucas had prepared himself to act normally — it all went out the window now. His mouth dropped open halfway, and his eyes became wide and fixed upon the woman’s impressive figure. 

It was Brooke…there was no doubt about that. But Lucas had to take a few seconds to compose himself, and to convince himself in real-time that this woman WAS actually Brooke. There was a strange dichotomy going on in Lucas’s mind, in which he simultaneously knew that it was Brooke as soon as he heard her voice, while also knowing that there was no way…just NO WAY…that someone as frumpy and unattractive as Brooke could have possibly undergone such a transformation over the course of a single weekend. Her hair looked full and brushed, cascading down her shoulders in luscious waves, and her skin looked totally cleared-up; her face looked even sleeker and sexier than it had before. 

‘Jesus, she’s a 7 out of 10 now, easy,’ Lucas thought to himself. ‘Fuck, maybe even 7 and-a-half.’

And it wasn’t just what she looked like — it was her whole attitude that had changed. She didn’t look awkward anymore; she was looking slightly up at him, and she even had a cute, eager little smile on her face, like she was ready to get to work. But (and this really threw Lucas for a loop), at the same time, she had her right arm extended towards the door frame, and was actually leaning against it…casually. She wasn’t quite posing. But she was showing a level of comfort and confidence in her own body, and with the physical office itself, that Lucas had not been prepared for.

“G-Good morning, Brooke!” he finally managed to say. “Had…had a good weekend?”

“Oh yes!” she answered cheerily, stepping into the office and putting her briefcase down by her chair. 

‘Had she always had a briefcase?’ Lucas thought to himself. 

“I went shopping with Sophia and she was soooo nice, and helped me pick some things out!” Brooke was clearly excited about her new outfit, and she even did a little twirl for Lucas. “You like it?”

“I…haha, wow!” he exclaimed, suddenly realizing that his cock had already been hard, and was getting harder. The bust area of her red dress was fastened up tightly with three buttons, which looked slightly strained as they struggled to contain the heavy weight of her large breasts. “Yeah, Brooke, I really do! I think it all looks wonderful!” 

“Thanksss!” she replied, crossing her hands in front of her as she stood before his desk. “Well, anyway, I know I’m a little early, so I’m just gonna sit down over there for a couple minutes, before I’m “on the clock,” you know? Haha!”

“Haha, ok!” laughed Lucas, finding it very hard to maintain his air of authority. “You…you do that, Brooke.” He had to do better than that…

“I’m just gonna finish answering all these emails first…and there’s a bunch of them, haha, you know, since it’s Monday…so yeah. You just sit tight, and I’ll let you know when we can get started with your tasks for the day.”

“Ok, great!” she chirped, and promptly collapsed into the chair. 

‘Heh, that was a little clumsy just then,’ Lucas thought to himself, smiling. ‘Guess she’s not totally a finished product yet.’ But as he looked at Brooke’s bare, fleshy, luscious legs cross and uncross themselves under her chair, he quickly realized that her movements hadn’t been clumsy — they had just been nonchalant and…relaxed. What a strange thing it was, to think of this girl being relaxed…in his office. 

Lucas nearly forgot that he was supposed to be pretending to answer his emails, and so he turned back to his screen, starting a new email to no one in particular and typing gibberish into it, occasionally stealing glances at what Brooke was doing. God she was curvy now…her thick hips and large butt pretty much filled the seat she was sitting in now. Before, Lucas had been able to see the actual fabric of the chair beside her nonexistent hips, but now…he couldn’t see any fabric…at all. She had taken out her laptop, and was now busy typing away at something. 

Brooke glanced up, sensing that Lucas was watching her — she caught his eye. He felt ice in his chest — he had to think of something to excuse himself. He smiled pleasantly, blinking his eyes as he verbalized the first thing that popped into his mind. 

“Writing in your diary, hehe?”

“Actually, yes,” Brooke responded, her eyebrows going up in mild surprise as she returned his smile. “How’d you know?”

“I…oh…well, you know,” struggled Lucas, not prepared for her answer, “Just…just a hunch, you know? Haha, you seem like the diary-keeping type, you know?”

“I do?” asked Brooke, tilting her head slightly in interest. “That’s interesting! What do you mean by that?” 

“Haha, well…well you know, uh…hehe, you definitely seem maybe, uhh…like the insular type, you know? Maybe even the cerebral type, deep down, you know? Cerebral…it means, like — ”

“Oh I know what it means,” cut in Brooke amiably, rescuing Lucas from his floundering. “And I would never have used that word to describe myself before, but…but — ”

“But what?” asked Lucas, with a little too much interest and energy, as he just realized once the words had escaped his mouth. 

“But, well…I don’t know,” said Brooke thoughtfully. “I mean…I know that I grew bigger over the weekend — “

“Oh yeah?” asked Lucas, trying to sound as offhand as he could. Brooke turned to look at him squarely in the face. 

“I mean…isn’t it obvious to you?” she asked, sounding almost concerned that he hadn’t appeared to notice. With her laptop resting squarely on her thighs, she squeezed her upper arms in toward her D-cup breasts, pressing the two big, fleshy mounds together and making them seem so much bigger. 

“I…y-yes…yes, yes,” said Lucas, having to swallow a couple times to mitigate his dry mouth.

“Bigger?” offered Brooke. “Taller?” 

“Oh well, yes, of course…yes, I did notice,” said Lucas, now feeling slightly stupid. Once again, he found himself searching with more than slight desperation to reassert his authority. 

“But, you know, with those impressive new heels you’re wearing, it was hard to get a good read,” he added, feeling quite satisfied with himself as he saw Brooke smile. 

“Oh yeah…haha, I’m still getting used to them too,” she chuckled. “They’re 3 inches, so according to Sophia, I’m exactly 6 feet tall when I’m wearing them! Haha, you know, it’s funny, everything up high seems so much closer to me now, and everything down lower seems so…far away. Guess I just have to get used to it, haha.”

“Haha, uhh, yes…yes, definitely,” enjoined Lucas, feeling his heart start to kick off again. Brooke was six feet tall in her heels!?

‘Four inches,’ he reminded himself, as his hand drifted down into his pocket, turning the remote over and over in secret. ‘She’s still four inches shorter than you…that’s…an entire third of a foot…she’s tall for a girl now.’

“But yeah, anyway, like I was saying,” Brooke continued, her eyes going back up to the ceiling in thought, “I know I’ve changed physically, but…like, my thoughts…the things I’m thinking about now…they’re just…I don’t know…”

“Yes?” asked Lucas, still turning the remote over and over in his pocket. He was still paying attention to what Brooke was saying, but he could already feel his mind slipping into a leering, lustful fixation on her heavy, weighty D-cups, the hard, defined impinges of her nipples against her dress, and the long, plunging line of her cleavage that extended down the middle of her expanded bust. Was her breasts already almost as big as Olivia’s!? A ravenous desire was beginning to brew in him to grow her again…and this time, to make sure the growth was happening in front of him. 

“Clearer, maybe?” Brooke was saying. “Quicker? I’m not really sure. It all seems to be happening so quickly that it’s hard to make sense of everything. That’s why I’m so glad I have this diary, you know? It helps me organize my thoughts.” 

“Ah…yes, well…that’s just excellent,” said Lucas indistinctly, feeling the intensity of his erection starting to press into his pants. He had to grow her again. He couldn’t wait…but he had to ease himself into it. And above all, he must not let Brooke find out that he had the key to her growth…in his pocket.

“Ok, you just keep on doing that,” grunted Lucas, standing up, feeling like he had done a prime job making his grunting sigh sound natural, authoritative, and male…the slow sigh of the office manager. “I’m just gonna pop down the hall real quick…need to take care of something. I’ll be right back.” 

“Alright.” Brooke was already buried in her typing, and didn’t even look up from her screen. 

Lucas left his office in a hurry, with his right hand in his pocket, grasping the remote. At the same time, his pocketed hand was also holding his cock at bay — he didn’t have an overly-large member, by any means, but he also wasn’t small enough to go unnoticed if sporting an erection as big as he was currently. The last thing he wanted was for Brooke, or anyone else in the office, for that matter, to see him like this. His plan was to press the button a few times down the hall, and quickly return to his office to see the results; he badly wanted to watch Brooke grow in real-time, but he didn’t think he had the confidence yet to hold himself together. 

He had been counting on not seeing anyone, but as he rounded a corner, he saw Olivia striding up in his direction.

“Hey Lucas!” she chirped. 

“Hey...Olivia,” he answered, trying not to look too disappointed. He quickly remembered to compare Brooke’s tits with Olivia’s, and used this opportunity to steal a healthy glance down at her breasts. 

‘Nope, Olivia’s definitely still bigger,’ he thought to himself, blinking and feeling a strange sense of relief. But the relief was almost immediately followed up by a renewed sense of lust. Brooke’s tits were still smaller…but they wouldn’t be for long. 

“Had a nice weekend?” asked Lucas airily, his eyes doing a circle around and up to the ceiling before settling back on Olivia’s face. She always looked so sexy…and while Brooke sure looked good now (especially compared to what she had been before), there was still no question that Olivia was the office beauty. 

“Yeah, it was ok,” she said flippantly. “Chase had a crossfit tournament, but I didn’t go this time…so I was kinda home alone. Pretty boring.” 

“Oh…you didn’t go?” asked Lucas, wondering why on earth he was making small talk with Olivia right now. 

‘It’s to keep up the appearance of normalcy,’ he reminded himself. ‘Remember? Everything’s normal…normal…normal…’

As he thought these words, he tapped the remote button in his pocket a couple times. It had just occurred to him how thrilling it would be if he grew Brooke while he stood there, chatting it up with Olivia, looking at her tits from time to time, and imagining Brooke’s getting even bigger.

“No, I skipped this one,” said Olivia, shaking her head slightly. “I mean, when I go, I GO, you know? I’m there, cheering on my man, yelling his name, making a whole big scene of it…I just didn’t have the energy this weekend, though.”

“Oh, well,” said Lucas, tapping the button again as he stole another side glance at Olivia’s ample breasts, “I’m sure Chase totally knocked it out of the park, anyway.”

“Not this time, actually,” answered Olivia immediately, as if she had been ready for those words. “He usually places in the top 3, but this weekend he got 8th. Poor guy, looked like a sad little puppy when he came home yesterday.”

“8th, huh?” said Lucas absently. “Chase? Jesus, I’d hate to see the other 7 guys who were better.

“He needs me there,” Olivia declared, stretching herself up to her full height as she puffed out her chest. “He basically said as much. He’s not as strong without me there, yelling his name, haha.”

“Heh…well, interesting,” said Lucas, making an attempt to move away from the conversation. 

“You ok, Lucas?” Olivia asked suddenly. 

“Huh? Me? Yeah…yeah I’m totally fine. Why?” He hoped his tone had sounded blank enough. 

“It’s just…you’re looking kinda flushed,” said Olivia. “You sure you aren’t getting sick or anything?”

“Uh, no, just…haha, just need to use the restroom is all,” he chuckled strangely. 

“Ugh! God, ok, then don’t let me stop you, geez!” Olivia grinned a little as she backed away and went away toward her office. Lucas turned away and went around another corner. He heard more talking down the hall...he wasn’t going to engage in any more small talk out here. His loins were boiling at this point, and there wasn’t anything that was going to get in his way. Slowing down his walk, he pressed the button in his pocket, took his finger off after a couple seconds, pressed it again...took his finger off...and then pressed it again, this time only for a split second.

‘This is only the first bit,’ he reminded himself, breathing hard, as his brow began to sweat. ‘Later on today…I’m going to press it, when I’m in the same room with her.’ 

Lucas got back to his office a couple minutes later, after wiping off his face in the bathroom, splashing it with cold water, and wiping it off again. He looked normal, surely. Everything was normal. He had passed by Trent’s office on the way, and Trent had called out to him. 

“Oh, Lucas!” he had said, arresting Lucas’s quick steps back toward his office. 

“Yeah?” asked Lucas, peering his head in, taking pleasure in sounding slightly impatient this early on a Monday morning. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna be a little swamped the next couple days,” said Trent from behind his desk, sitting up straight, “So, um…yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to, you know, have the time help that new girl out.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Lucas, almost laughing. 

“Just…letting you know,” said Trent, perhaps a bit puzzled by Lucas’s reaction.

“Haha, uh, don’t worry, Trent,” chuckled Lucas. “I’m not gonna be needing you to work with Brooke much anymore. I’ve decided to take her on as my private secretary!”

“Uh…oh..Ok.” Trent was now thoroughly puzzled, both by the news and by Lucas’s oddly cheery tone. 

“Yep…so…no worries!” said Lucas brightly, and swung out down the hall, towards his office. 

He found Brooke still in the chair. She had definitely gotten bigger — there was no doubt that her hips and ass filled even more than before…Lucas even noticed that her ass cheeks had started hanging slightly off the chair, on both sides. Her legs looked sexier too. But what Lucas noticed, before anything else, were Brooke’s breasts. They were pushing even more insistently into her red dress, straining the three buttons even more than they had been before. The top button actually looked like it was about ready to bust off the dress entirely — her breasts had gotten so big that Lucas could now see their weight being held back by her bra and dress. If her dress was merely containing her tits before, now it was actively engaged in preventing them from exploding out.

Without saying anything, he quietly went back around to his desk and sat down. Brooke had put her laptop away and was engrossed in the same crossword puzzle that she had been struggling with a few days before. Now, though, Lucas could see that a number of the blocks had been filled in. Was Brooke already that much faster and smarter than she had been before? Were the bots really accomplishing all that too!? 

“So!” announced Lucas, breaking the silence. He was slightly disconcerted to see Brooke gently and smoothly look up from her crossword; he had been trying to startle her a little bit. She was looking at him expectantly, so he had to continue. 

“So…Brooke, I’ve been thinking,” he began, “I’ve been needing a personal secretary for some time, you know. Someone to help me with all the various tasks my job entails…it’s all very busy, very complicated. You wouldn’t believe how many different people and departments I have to manage.” 

“Mhm,” nodded Brooke. 

“So I’ve been looking for someone who can take on some of my responsibilities,” continued Lucas, reminding himself that he actually needed to sell this to Brooke, since she was apparently a little more cognizant of things in general now. “And…well, since you did so well with Trent last Friday, it recently occurred to me: why not you?”

“Oh…wow, ok,” said Brooke, clearly interested. “So I’d help you around the office here, organize things, keep everything aligned, answer phone calls, that kind of stuff?”

“Exactly,” said Lucas, fingering the remote again as he looked at her hungrily. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait until later in the day. He HAD to see her grow again…with his own eyes, in real-time. And he wouldn’t be spying on it through a window like he had done last Friday — it would be happening IN FRONT of him now. 

“Would the pay be the same?” asked Brooke.

“Excuse me?” Lucas blinked, his train of thought momentarily derailed. 

“The pay,” said Brooke. “Would I still be making 20 dollars an hour?” 

“I…oh! Oh, yeah…yeah!” answered Lucas, arriving at laughter towards the end. His thumb hovered over the button. “As my secretary? Haha, you’ll be making more than 20 bucks an hour! Let’s call it 25 for starters, and see where that takes us, huh?” 

“Would 27 work?” Brooke responded immediately.

Lucas had not expected this response at all, but he was caught up in such lustful urgency that he didn’t even think of pushing back.

“All...right!” he said, twisting his head to the side a little as he let out an appreciative chuckle, trying to come off as paternalistically admiring her pluck. “Done!” 

He pressed the button, holding it down for a couple seconds this time. Brooke’s face had brightened into a smile after she had secured her new pay so easily, but almost immediately, her elation became threaded through with a wince as her brow furrowed slightly. Lucas knew why she looked this way, but if he hadn’t, he would have thought that Brooke was experiencing some kind of mild, sudden, throbbing pain that felt almost sweet.

But he wasn’t focused on that — instead, he was looking straight at Brooke’s chest, which was clearly growing and expanding before his very eyes. With each passing second, the steady growth was causing her breasts to sink down further and further on her chest, as the points of her nipples widened and pressed even harder into her dress. The three buttons that held her breasts within her dress were tightening and straining even more than they had been before, with the top button especially looking like it was almost begging for release. 

To see an already-attractive woman getting bigger breasts, and growing all over everywhere else, was almost more than Lucas could take. He knew he was flushed; he knew he was breathing hard, but he was totally transported now. The sound of Brooke’s stretching dress quietly cut the air, and her head twisted around a bit, as if she was trying to shake the feeling off. To Lucas, her motion came off as painfully sensual and erotic, and he very nearly came in his pants right then and there. A titanic effort, nothing less, enabled Lucas to take his thumb off the remote. He had pressed down for a millisecond too long, however, because right at the moment that he took his thumb off, the top button on Brooke’s dress could take no more, and popped off entirely, jumping several feet in the air before spinning down onto the carpeted floor below. As the button flew off, the prodigious mass of her breasts immediately filled in the space, almost like they were sighing in relief at being able to cram the territory that had been denied to them. Brooke’s surprised eyes went wide as they followed the trajectory of the button, crossing slightly as they honed in on the small object, and her mouth opened up in an “o” of amazement. 

“I…oh! Sorry, I just felt a little wave of a spurt just then!” exclaimed Brooke, breathing hard as her newly-fledged bosom rose and fell in all its glory. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she quickly bent down to retrieve the rogue button off the floor. Not knowing what to do with it, she started turning it over and over in her fingers, smiling sheepishly. 

Lucas had barely managed to avoid cumming in his pants as he watched all of this happen. She was a full 8 out of 10 now.

“That’s…quite alright,” he managed to say. It wasn’t lost on him now that he was looking straight into Brooke’s eyes, without even having to look slightly down. In her heels, she was as tall as he was now. 

“Haha, well anyway,” giggled Brooke, recovering much faster than Lucas was prepared for, “This all sounds lovely, Mr. Mineur!” 

“Lucas,” came his immediate response. “You can call me Lucas.”

 

End Notes:

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Chapter 8 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 8

“Ok…Lucas,” intoned Brooke as she smiled, with her eyes darting around the room a little. She clearly felt a bit strange at Lucas’s sudden insistence on familiarity. But it wasn’t really anything that was too big of a deal, and after all, she had basically just received a huge promotion…on her third day at work. As Lucas stood there staring at her, she took a deep breath to pass the time, and perhaps usher in a new aspect to the interaction. More than anything, she was indicating to him that he ought to go ahead and carry on with whatever the plan was. 

As Brooke heaved her bright sigh, however, all Lucas could focus on were those twin freshly-grown breasts, which were now free to breathe a little easier now that they were held back not by three, but only two buttons. He could see even more of them now — the smooth, creamy terrain of her breast flesh, which jutted out farther from her chest and hung visibly lower than before, had been vastly increased, now that her dress was restraining less of her. And the more he stared, the more his desperation and fever increased to see her grow more in front of him. He knew he was staring awkwardly…inappropriately, at her; he knew that it was becoming more and more obvious every passing moment. A large part of him didn’t care, but he nonetheless managed to smile, nod at her, and go back around to his desk to sit down. Before he sank into his chair, however, a dirty idea suddenly popped into his head. 

“I hope you understand, Brooke, that your new position isn’t just for my benefit,” he said distinctly, delighting himself with how contained his voice sounded as he drifted down into his chair. 

“I’m…not sure if I follow, Mr. Mineur…Lucas, sorry,” said Brooke, shifting her weight to one leg as she put her hand on her hip. ‘Jesus Christ,’ thought Lucas, ‘She doesn’t even realize what she looks like.’

“So in addition to having you shoulder a certain amount of my responsibilities,” said Lucas, leaning back and putting his fingers together, “In this new position, you’ll be working…well, close to me. We can get you a little desk to go in here and everything.”

“I…ok…yes,” said Brooke, still obviously not quite understanding where Lucas was going with this. Chuckling genially, he continued on.

“You see, Brooke,” he said, leaning forward in his chair, “I want you to understand how important it is, being a willing participant in this groundbreaking new human trial, that you be closely monitored during this whole process. It’s key that we know exactly how the nanobots are behaving, the effects they’re having on you, and so on. And of course, it’s not just all about the nanobots — it’s about you too, Brooke. I want to be able to keep an eye on you, and make sure it’s all going…according to plan. Does that make sense?”

“Um, yes. Yes it does,” said Brooke, nodding. “Thanks for your concern, Lucas. That…yes, that makes sense to me.” 

“Like, if I may?” asked Lucas, abruptly rising up from his chair and coming over to her. He had to do it again. Just seeing how tall and stately Brooke looked, with her hip cocked like that, and her juicy breasts looking so fat and engorged, like they were just ripe for more…

“It’s important that we monitor your bone structure from time to time,” said Lucas, standing quite close to her and reaching up his hand to touch her shoulder. He felt the warm, firm shape of her upper arm in his hand, and jostled his fingers up a bit to her shoulder. She was just standing there, letting him do all this — he was still totally in control. But internally, his heart had started hammering away again, and he had to make a distinct effort to breathe normally. Her face just looked so much...sharper..sexier. Her jawline was more defined, and she had begun to develop prominent cheekbones which were now quite obviously making her appear more regal and confident. And her lips! Lucas could hardly believe how plush and full they looked.

‘Definitely kissable,’ he thought to himself, getting lost in a daydream. He felt himself drifting towards her face, but he was able to pull himself back, even as he continued to keep his hand on her. 

“E-especially in the connecting joints like the shoulder, you understand?” he said, coming back to reality, his hand now appearing to test her joint. As he did so, however, he allowed his thumb to explore a bit outward, and it brushed dangerously close to the bare flesh of her top left breast. 

“Uh…yeah, I get it,” said Brooke, looking at where Lucas was touching. 

‘She’s still so innocent,’ Lucas thought, his other hand in his pocket, ‘She has no idea.’

He pressed the remote again, and immediately he felt her shoulder pressing into his hand. It was happening again…she was growing. Lucas’s eyes flitted over to her breasts, which were now expanding and swelling up directly under his face. Her cleavage deepened and lengthened simultaneously, and Lucas could see that the other two buttons on her dress were straining and quivering desperately above the expanding chasm between her breasts. He might have stopped himself before, but it was too late now. He held his thumb down on the remote, feeling Brooke’s body continue pushing back against his hand more and more. His arm had been almost fully extended before, but a crook was fast developing in his elbow as Brooke’s body pushed his hand backward.

The two remaining buttons on her dress suddenly popped off, flying somewhere into the office, and as they went, Brooke’s breasts seemed to flood the area of Lucas’s vision when he looked slightly down. His eyes were wide, unblinking, almost crazed, as he hungrily drank in the sight of her liberated breasts, which were now literally bouncing up and down from the sheer momentum of their release from the tight dress. Her nipples were still covered, but only just, and even though they remained under the dress, their large, round, pressing orbs forcefully mashed up against the inside of the dress left little to the imagination. Lucas’s thumb was still touching the top part of Brooke’s breast, and as her growing body continued to push his hand back, he realized that his thumb was being pressed back at a faster pace than the rest of his hand.

“Ugh…I think…it’s happening again,” said Brooke uncomfortably, twisting her body a little, as if trying to escape both Lucas’s touch and the growth itself. “I don’t know if it’s…the bots, or…or what…but…” 

“Easy now, Brooke…eeeeassssyyy,” he said soothingly, keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder and even giving it a slight shake to emphasize the point that she should relax and trust him. He looked straight forward into her eyes, and for a moment, their eyes met, and Lucas could see that she was definitely distressed, and even a little frightened. He felt powerful, staring at her, but he knew that he had to keep selling his point. And so he took his hand off her shoulder (still pressing the remote) and crouched down in front of her, examining her exposed knees. 

“Hmmm, yes…yes, ok,” he said, taking the opportunity to admire how sleek, sexy, and full her legs had become. And they were still growing! Perhaps not as obviously as her breasts, but still, it was obvious.

“Your knees look fine,” he announced calmly. “How are your feet feeling?” 

“A little tight, maybe, but nothing too intense,” came Brooke’s answer. She certainly seemed to have calmed down; her voice sounded quite smooth. “Sophia thought I should get heels that had a little room in them, you know? In case I had more spurts…just like this one, I guess, huh?”

“Yeah…” muttered Lucas, his eyes momentarily lost in the sight of Brooke’s exposed lower thighs swelling in front of his face. “Yeah, that was…that was smart of her.” 

He suddenly realized that he should probably stop pressing the remote, and took his thumb off. There he was, kneeling at Brooke’s feet, staring straight forward into her legs. He glanced upward, and was suddenly treated to a magnificent view of her protruding breasts, which had become so big (double-D cups) that he couldn’t even see her face from where he was kneeling. Lucas had to swallow a few times to assuage his dry mouth; he had been unconsciously gaping. 

“Still feeling ok?” he asked up at her, even though her face was beyond him. 

“Oh yes!” she intoned from somewhere beyond her breasts, “I feel…pretty good, actually. My mind is...how to say it...hehe, I don’t know, I’m just thinking a lot clearer this morning! And I’m actually...starting to recall some old memories...i-it’s nothing, though, hehe, nevermind.” 

Lucas was slightly puzzled by the tone in her voice. Just a few seconds before, she had been uncomfortable, frightened…almost trying to squirm away from him. But her tone had totally changed — she was much calmer, cooler…and her voice…what was going on with that? Was it somehow…deeper? More feminine? Lucas couldn’t tell. But whatever it was, it was penetrating Lucas’s body to the core, and seemed to be sending an electric current straight down to his groin. 

“Well…that’s good! Good to hear!” he responded, getting his weight under him and rising back up to his feet. “See, this is one of the reasons that I thought it was a good idea…to have you…around…”

His words trailed off as he straightened up completely to his full height, because he had just realized that Brooke’s head was tilted slightly down towards his face. Lucas felt his eyebrows spasm a little of their own accord. Brooke’s eyes were above his. She was actually looking down at him. It wasn’t by much, but it was enough to be noticeable. In her heels, she was taller than him now. But even more striking than that was the twinkle in Brooke’s eye as she looked down at him…playfully? What was that look!? Was it authority? Confidence? Maybe even a little…naughtiness? Lucas was off the map at this point — he had never seen Brooke look at him like that, and at this point, he didn’t think she even had the capacity to pull those kinds of expressions.

“Oh, is that right, Mr. Mineur?” she asked flirtatiously, her eyebrows going up a bit as she spoke coolly. “Is that why you want to have me around?”

“I…I…uhhh…y-yes,” he stammered, looking up helplessly into her eyes. 

Brooke narrowed her eyes slightly down at him, and for a moment, Lucas was afraid that she would bore into him and continue the interrogation. But then she blinked and seemed to brush aside the option, instead choosing to flash him a smile that was so gorgeous and sunny that it left him feeling drained. 

“Haha, well ok then,” she laughed, putting her hands on her hips and jostling herself playfully from side to side, her huge breasts swinging left and right crazily, massive, weighty entities unto themselves as they hung licentiously off her chest. If she had come to work looking like that, Lucas would have felt professionally obliged to tell her to change.

‘Holy fuck,’ Lucas thought to himself, ‘She’s a 9 out of 10 now…she’s one of the sexiest, hottest people I’ve ever seen. And she’s right here. I’ve got her! She’s mine.’ 

“So…as your new secretary,” asked Brooke, once more putting her hands on her hips, “What would you like me to do now? I’m gonna need a desk, won’t I? Want me to go ahead and order one?” 

Lucas had been distracted by how much Brooke’s widened frame was filling the doorway, but her practical professionalism jolted him back into reality. 

“Um, yes…yes, that would be very nice,” he said. Brooke nodded and strode over to her chair. Lucas watched her go, with her tits bounding and bouncing like a disturbed body of water.

‘My god,’ Lucas breathed to himself, ‘She’s GOT to be a double-D now…at least.’

Brooke was bending down to retrieve her laptop, and Lucas was now met with the sight of her luscious ass, which was straining and pushing so intently into the dress that Lucas could even see the prominent, bulging curve where her buttocks met her thighs. She wasn’t looking at him…and he felt himself crack again as his cock surged in his pants. He thrust his hand back down into his pocket, fumbled feverishly for a moment, and pressed the remote again. Instantly, Brooke’s ass began swelling up, and Lucas saw with nearly-drooling lust that Brooke’s red dress was now riding up on her upper thighs…and now…yes!! Just a hint of the curve of her lower ass cheeks came into view. Because Brooke was bending down and growing at the same time, her slightly-exposed ass was all the more noticeable.

“Gosh, maybe I’m just hallucinating,” said Brooke, straightening up and turning around (Lucas quickly lowered his face and made his way mechanically over to his desk), “But does it feel a little chilly in here to you?”

“Chilly?” asked Lucas, loosening his collar as he let a furnace of hot air escape from his neck. 

“Heheh, I don’t know,” chuckled Brooke, turning around and plopping down in her chair as she opened her laptop. “Maybe it’s just my hormones being all out of whack with these growth spurts, you know? Ugh, geez, I can even tell that I’ve gotten bigger just by sitting down. Are you seeing this, Lucas? I can barely even fit in this chair anymore.”

“That’s…quite something,” he forced out of his mouth. 

“Ok, so what do you think? Mahogany? Oak? Redwood? Haha, probably not redwood, they’re endangered.”

“What?” asked Lucas, not having the faintest clue what Brooke was talking about. He had been gaping at how her ass was literally squishing itself under the armrests, and out the sides of the chair. 

“My desk, Lucas!” laughed Brooke. “You know, the one I’m buying right now?” 

“Oh…uhhh…just…get whatever you want,” muttered Lucas, waving his hand, not even bothering to pretend that he cared. “Um…you can use…use my card to…buy it.”

“Aww, that’s very nice of you,” she returned graciously. “I’ll be sure to pay it forward!” 

Lucas kept sitting there at his desk, watching as Brooke tapped and typed around on her laptop, buying the desk. He was feeling completely out of control — he wanted to grow her again, but even he knew, at this point, that doing so (at least right now) would be sure to arouse Brooke’s suspicions even further. Lucas was having an arduous time making sense of the last ten minutes of interaction. It had gone by in a whirlwind. And now, sitting before him, in the bizarre calm after the storm, was an absolute bombshell of a young girl who was more or less completely under his control. What was he waiting for!? She was like the perfect meal, all prepared and served up to him on a silver platter! All he had to do was dig in. 

“Brooke?'' he asked, his voice sounding like someone else’s as he spoke it.

“Hmm?” she responded, not looking up from her computer screen.

“How would you like to go to dinner with me?”

Lucas wasn’t even looking at her — he was looking into the corner of his office. But he could feel that her eyes were on him now. He turned back toward her and met her inquiring gaze. 

“Tonight,” he added, for emphasis, as he looked straight at her. 

“Dinner?” she asked, tilting her head slightly sideways. “You mean, like, just a…fun little night out as — ?”

“I mean…dinner,” said Lucas, his intention clear.

“So…a date?” Brooke’s eyebrows furrowed a little. She was clearly surprised. Lucas didn’t answer verbally — he just kept his eyes fixed on her hungrily. 

“Um…uh, yeah. Yeah, sure,” said Brooke, blinking a couple times. Her neck straightened up as her face brightened a bit; whether she was putting on a good face or not, Lucas didn’t really know. And he didn’t care. 

“Yeah!” she repeated. “That’d be fun!” 

“Well…excellent, then!” he remarked, flexing his hands together as his knuckles cracked. He felt like, in asking Brooke out, he had somehow reasserted control over himself. “We’ll have that to look forward to after a nice day’s work, then. You still feeling ok after that…most recent spurt you just had?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling pretty energized, actually,” said Brooke, stretching her arms up over her head as she balanced the laptop on her full thighs. “I just need one thing from you, though.”

“Oh?” asked Lucas, sensing something a bit mischievous in her voice. “And what’s that?”

Brooke was grinning at him now. “Your credit card number.”

Later on that evening, Lucas was ushering Brooke to sit down at their reserved table for two at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. He had managed to hold himself to only tapping the remote once all throughout the rest of the work day, but when Brooke had gone home and changed into a more elegant dress and heels, he could already feel his resistance beginning to crumble. She looked absolutely ravishing. A full 9 out of 10 in Lucas’s eyes, in her stylish 4-inch heels, she now rose an entire two inches above him, topping off at 6’3. Lucas had been briefly overcome with a tide of self-consciousness when they had been walking from the parking lot to the restaurant; he had turned his head to look at her, and saw that he was staring into her teeth, which were exposed in a slow, confident smile. It was not lost on Lucas that he had to actually raise his own eyes to hers. He felt a nasty sense of smallness inundate him, but he quickly managed to shrug it off, laughing to himself. So what if she was a little taller than he was in heels? It would mean that people would turn and gawk at her all the more, and there he would be, escorting her like the bombshell trophy she was. 

And bombshell she was: her ass and hips seemed like they were about to burst out of her tight dress, which was a deep and alluring shade of violet. Her breasts were now solid double-D’s (maybe even triple-D’s, Lucas thought), stuffed into the chest area of a dress that had been made for large busts. And the way she moved…well, Lucas was already beside himself with awe because of her body, but the way that she was holding her head high, her confident stride (almost a strut), and the easy, effortless sway of her whole figure told Lucas that Brooke wasn’t just growing and expanding physically. Hitherto untapped reservoirs in her mind were welling up from within her subconscious, and she was beginning to drink from them. 

‘And it’s all because I’m doing it,’ thought Lucas as he felt for the remote in his pocket, taking his place at the table. ‘She’s my creation…my work.’ 

“Gee, what a nice place, huh?” laughed Brooke, leaning back in her chair as she surveyed all the other lavishly-adorned guests around them. “You sure it’s ok that I'm here with you?”

“Of course it’s ok,” said Lucas, taking out the remote under the table. “I asked you to come with me, didn’t I?”

Brooke gave a little huff of laughter and smiled appreciatively. 

‘What did she mean by that?’ Lucas wondered, his eyes ever-drifting down toward her enormous bust. ‘Is she laughing because she’s a little nervous, or is it because she knows why I asked her out and she’s making fun of me?’ 

Whatever the answer was, he wasn’t going to wait any longer. As soon as he had sat down, he realized that this was the moment he had been saving himself for all day long. He could totally let loose now — and so, staring across at Brooke over the white tablecloth, he pressed the remote. The waiter had just arrived at the table, and was in the process of pouring water into Brooke’s water glass, when her expanding breasts, which had already been dangerously close to the glass in the first place, actually grew into the glass.

“Oh, ma’m! I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, pouring some water onto the table. He, of course, had not been expecting the glass to move, or be moved, for that matter. Brooke had felt the spurt, however, and reached forward to catch the glass before it fell all the way over. 

“That’s ok! It’s my fault!” she laughed good-naturedly, as she gave Lucas a wide-eyed look, as if to say ‘Wow, there it goes again, haha!’ Even as she looked at him like this, with those wide, winsome eyes, Lucas kept his finger pressed into the remote, leaning forward across the table to get an even closer look at her swelling bust. He could even tell that she was sitting in her seat a little higher now. After a few more seconds, he finally took his finger off, and exhaled. He hadn’t realized that he had been holding his breath. 

“So you and Rick,” Brooke was saying, taking a healthy drink of her water, “Who’s really the brains behind this whole operation, anyway?” 

“The…the brains? What?” asked Lucas, shaking his head a little as he managed to tear his eyes away from Brooke’s chest and up to her eyes. Was she seriously suggesting that he…? But he had no way of knowing — there she was, just sitting across the table, holding her glass up to her mouth, smiling coyly at him. 

“Yeah!” said Brooke, putting her glass down. As she extended her arm, Lucas couldn’t help but notice that her silver bracelet looked a little tighter on her wrist. It had been a little loose before…but now, as Brooke raised her arm up as she leaned sideways on her hand a little, Lucas could see that the bracelet was firmly latched around her wrist.

“Yeah, like, which one of you is, like…the driving force behind it all?” Brooke continued. “It had to start somewhere, didn’t it?”

“Well, I suppose, in a manner of speaking,” said Lucas, finding his mind wandering away from the conversation again, despite being almost irritated by Brooke’s implication. He was shaking his head at himself as his eyes travelled over her hands, her arms, everything…she was already big, but, like he had been rendered completely helpless, he felt himself hovering his thumb over the remote again. Brooke blinked and smiled crookedly at him, turning away to her right momentarily, upon seeing that he was not going to answer her question right away. As she turned, Lucas saw the long, healthy tendons in her neck straining against the silver necklace that embellished her throat…she looked so regal…so magnificent…that in that moment, Lucas was once again consumed and overcome. He pressed the button again. 

“Don’t wanna answer that one, huh?” chuckled Brooke, leaning forward toward him as she put both elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands. Lucas gazed in awe as he saw her figure rising up, up, and up over him. He felt like he was sinking back down into his chair, but it was only an illusion that was brought on by watching Brooke beginning to loom over him. Her bare forearms swelled and expanded, looking firmer and more voluptuous than ever…and then, she started playing with her fingers underneath her chin, and Lucas could see her fingers lengthening and thickening. The rings that she was wearing began to disappear into the flesh of her fingers…and Lucas was almost stunned to see how Brooke, almost without even thinking, reached down and took the rings off her fingers, one by one, her eyes never leaving his face.

“I bet the bots were Rick’s idea, weren’t they?” she remarked with a slow smile. “He seems like the real innovator…nerdy, no sense of style, doesn’t really know or care how he comes across. But brilliant, you know? He’s the real brain power behind it all. And you…haha, you’re the smooth, cosmetic finish on the whole project, aren’t you? You’re the one who polishes it all up and pitches it to your bosses. That’s how this whole thing got started, right?”

Lucas was totally at a loss now — Brooke was effortlessly tearing him apart, her intelligence clearly expanding beyond his ability to respond, all while her body was growing bigger, bustier, and more beautiful with each passing moment. Lucas felt pressure up against his legs under the table, and realized that Brooke’s legs were actually growing into his. And still, he couldn’t tear his thumb away from the remote. His cock was raging in his pants; he looked down into his pocket, as if in doing so he could somehow stop himself from mashing his thumb down on the button. 

“Whacha got in your pocket there, Lucas?” asked Brooke, raising an eyebrow as she watched him from the other side of the table. 

“Huh!?” Lucas managed to choke out, feeling his stomach clenching in on himself. Had she caught him? Did she know!?

“Wh-what…what, in my…my pocket?” he asked, feeling like he needed to at least attempt to put up a normal face. Besides, she couldn’t really know anything…the remote was in his pocket. He hadn’t shown it to anyone, least of all her. 

“Hehe, yeah, in your pocket,” chuckled Brooke, shifting slightly up in her chair in an effort to rearrange her big body, which was growing bigger and bigger by the second. Lucas’s eyes almost popped as Brooke’s breasts wobbled and shook with her movements, a huge, titanic mass hanging off her chest that was steadily gaining in size. 

“You playing with your phone? You keep looking down at it — you sending text messages to someone, hmmm?” Lucas stared hard up at Brooke’s face, which was regarding him wryly through the candlelit restaurant. She was definitely teasing him, but he had no idea if she actually knew what was going on or not. If she did, then it meant that she was just toying with him — if she didn’t (and he had to bank on this option), he had to get out ahead of her right now and stop her full-force. 

“N-no…no, it’s nothing,” he said dismissively, his finger still on the button. “But anyway…hehe, well, I have to say, Brooke, that…while you just described myself and Rick there in a nice, neat little way, you know…like a nice, neat little package, all tied up with a bow…yeah, that’s not really a reflection of how things…of how things are…at Braden.”

Lucas had managed to ride a temporary confidence high as he spoke, but he felt his concentration starting to crack towards the end, because Brooke had started taking off her silver bracelet, contorting her face slightly in effort as she steadily tried to pull it off her arm. Lucas could see that it was now actually digging into her gorgeous, creamy flesh…when before, it had been loose. 

“Oh…is that right?” asked Brooke mildly, finally managing to wrench the bracelet off her arm. She looked at Lucas with wide, smiling eyes as she shook her head. “Gosh, having another spurt here…who woulda thought, huh Lucas?”

‘She knows,’ he thought immediately, ‘She’s gotta know…or maybe she’s just flirting with me!?’

He had no idea, but he was still not about to have her take the reins of the conversation. 

“So, yeah, anyway,” he said, choosing to ignore her last comment, “How was it you described me? As the…”

“The cosmetic finish on the nanobot project,” nodded Brooke, taking care to move her water glass, plate, and utensils well out of the way before leaning forward onto the table, seemingly erecting a tall, fleshy cliff of breast flesh under her calm, intent, and quickly-beautifying face. Already, she was starting to look not just big…but huge. But Lucas kept his finger hungrily on the remote. 

“You didn’t like hearing me say that, did you?” she asked, with an unmistakable touch of humor. 

“Well, uh, no,” replied Lucas, feeling himself become annoyed at her cavalier attitude. Didn’t she realize that he was the reason she was becoming like this in the first place?!

“Because, I don’t like hearing anything about me that isn’t true,” he continued, tilting his head in what he thought was a mild and controlled manner. “Good or bad.”

“Aw, well ok,” responded Brooke immediately, rubbing her wrist where the bracelet had been as she continued to fix Lucas with her cool stare. “Guess I have a lot to learn about Braden in general, huh? Why don’t you fill me in on some of the basics?”

“The…basics?” asked Lucas, finally managing to take his thumb off the remote. He heaved a kind of deep breath, like he had just come up for air. Brooke noticed, but she only smiled a little broader, as the corner of her mouth twitched for a moment, like she was about to laugh. 

“Yeah, the basics!” she said brightly, leaning back in her chair, reaching up, and stretching her arms. “Aaaaughhh, that feels goooood….haha, when I’m growing, I almost get a kind of ache all over. But when it’s done, my whole body feels all warm and tingly. Mmmmmmrrrrgghh, yeeeah!”

Lucas couldn’t answer in any appropriate allotment of time, because he was too busy marveling helplessly at what Brooke had already grown into. She had to be at least a couple inches taller, and her curves had become so prominent that her body had almost completely swallowed up the chair she was sitting in — Lucas could hardly see the backboard anymore. But when she had raised her arms and stretched, her breasts had expanded out with her arms, and Lucas decided, right then and there, that there was no way she wasn’t an F-cup already. 

“Haha, ok Lucas,” chuckled Brooke, putting her arms down and seeing that Lucas was unable to carry on a normal conversation. “I’ll try a different angle. So…you think Braden has a bright future, don’t you?”

“I…of…of course we do!” declared Lucas, now trying to sit up in his own chair, realizing as he did that he didn’t fill anywhere close to the amount of space that Brooke did in her chair. “Braden is on its way to becoming one of the top…uh, fifteen or so software companies in the country, at this rate.” 

Brooke’s eyebrows went up and she leaned forward again on her elbows, chin on her hands, regarding him with that same calm intensity as she formed an archway over her breasts with her sexy, creamy arms. Her breasts, of course, completely filled the area in between her arms. 

“Wow, that’s quite ambitious!” she remarked. “I admire that kind of drive, you know? But…haha, I mean, top fifteen in the country? You don’t have to overdo it just to impress me, Lucas.” 

“I…wh-what!? Overdoing it?!” he cried indignantly. “What’re you talking about? If we keep developing on the same trajectory as we’re on now, there’s no question that we’re going to — ”

“But what about Rubik’s?” asked Brooke, cutting in, referring to the rival (and bigger, flashier) software developing firm across town. 

“W-what…what about them?” asked Lucas, thrown totally off guard.

“They’re not even in the top 40 nationwide,” said Brooke, adding an almost gentle, maternal edge to her voice, as if she was comforting him. “And…hehe, well, it’s not a secret that Rubik’s is a lot bigger than Braden, Lucas. Just saying.” 

Lucas was totally thrown for a loop; he had not been expecting Brooke to know these kinds of things, but even more, he couldn’t believe that she was trying to undermine him — what was she thinking!? Who on earth did she think she was?? HE was the branch manager, HE was the one who had taken HER to dinner, and HE was the one who had the power to change her at will…in his pocket, no less!

‘I’ll show her,’ Lucas thought to himself feverishly, and he pressed down on the button again, hard. ‘I’ll show her who’s in charge!’ 

The waiter had come by, and was already speaking with Brooke when Lucas looked up. He felt annoyed that the waiter hadn’t addressed HIM first, but he was more preoccupied watching Brooke grow…next to the waiter. Lucas could actually see her head getting higher and higher compared to the waiter’s body. Her body was now completely swallowing up her chair — Lucas couldn’t see it anymore. 

“And for you, sir?” asked the waiter, turning to Lucas, who could feel the waiter’s eyes going over his own body. In a flash, he realized that he was being judged…as the beneficiary of his pairing with Brooke. In the waiter’s eyes, he was the lucky one…he was the one who had somehow managed to land a date with a woman who was so completely out of his league. 

“The…steak,” he somehow replied. “Medium…rare, please.” 

Once the waiter turned and left, Brooke leaned forward again on the table towards him, making that same archway with her arms. Now, however, her breasts were beginning to crowd the pillars of her arms, spilling out even further onto the table than before.

“Ok, well anyway,” said Brooke energetically, her bright eyes flashing with radiant beauty as she stared forward and down at him. “All that aside, it’s nice that you think big, Lucas. Shoot for the stars.”

Lucas knew that she was teasing him now, and he just pressed down on the button harder, as if willing himself to exert control over her the more he pressed it. 

“Haha, I mean, after all, that’s how all the great inventions are conceived, right?” she said, winking at him. “Look at Ada Lovelace.”

“L-look…look at who?” asked Lucas, once again feeling Brooke’s full firm legs beginning to press up against him underneath the table. She was growing into him again, despite the fact that she had already re-situated herself. A sexy little pant of a chuckle escaped Brooke’s full lips, wrenching Lucas’ attention back to her face; he realized he had been staring at her breasts again, which were beginning to actually squish and squeeze themselves under her arms, desperate for more room.

“No…come on, Lucas,” she intoned, tilting her magnificent head slightly sideways as her eyes sparkled humorously down at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I…should I know who this random chick is?” he asked, becoming increasingly annoyed at the trajectory of the conversation, even as his groin became more and more turgid. Her knees were pressing up against his now…but she wasn’t moving. 

Brooke let out a low whistle. “This “random chick,”” she said calmly, her mouth upturned slightly in amusement, “Ada Lovelace, was the first person to recognize that Babbage’s Analytical Engine had applications beyond pure calculation. She wrote the first algorithm for the machine, Lucas. She’s literally the mother of all computers…and computer programmers.” 

“Uhh…o-ok,” stammered Lucas, whitening his thumb now as he continued pressing down on the remote. He felt like he was being completely carried away on a tide of his own lust at this point, even as he registered that Brooke was fast exceeding him mentally as well as physically. Lucas was having a hard time concentrating on anything except how tight Brooke’s deep, violet dress had become. It looked like it was a size too small — her body was positively rivening with curves. But Brooke, far from complaining, actually sat back and folded her arms under her chest. Her enormous breasts were so big and weighty now that they hid her crossed arms. She just sat there, staring down at Lucas with something like smugness in her face, like she was enjoying watching him squirm in place.

“Just…I…I’m not really a big history guy, o-ok?” he stuttered, desperately trying to claw his way back to the top of the conversation. 

“Apparently not!” laughed Brooke. Even a light little laugh from her was enough to send those same spindles of electricity straight down to his crotch once more — her voice was definitely deeper again, and even more feminine, embodying a strange, impossibly alluring contrast between smoothness and slight-huskiness…at a slightly dropped octave. Lucas had to cross his legs in place, squeezing his cock between them desperately to try and stave off a premature orgasm. 

“And…and anyway, you shouldn’t be asking me those kinds of questions,” said Lucas brusquely,, trying to sit up straighter in his chair (and noticing helplessly that Brooke was still a good number of inches above him, even as she was leaning back casually). “Office managers don’t have time to…to go back and remember all these old names and dates and stuff that is totally useless for what’s happening on the scene right now. You understand that, Brooke? I have to…to be dynamic all the time, ok? And…and thinking about how we’re going to compete and get out ahead, all the time? I…I live this stuff, Brooke. It’s my bread and butter. I fall asleep thinking about it and wake up picking right back up from where I started. And, you know, as a…a fresh hire, shall we say, I can’t really expect you to be on the same wavelength as me when it comes to all that stuff.”

Lucas ended his little tirade abruptly, realizing that he had made it patently obvious to Brooke that she had gotten under his skin. He sat there, breathing in and out quickly, as Brooke continued to become “more,” in every sense of the word, in front of him. And as much as Lucas was transported by her growth, flowering intelligence, and confidence, he felt like it had all gone too far. He managed to take his thumb off the remote once more.

“Ok Lucas,” Brooke answered, smiling at him and giving the slightest hint of a chuckle. She was condescending to him…or at least, that’s what Lucas thought. He felt his blood start to boil, even as his crotch became more uncomfortable as his hard cock continued pressing against his pants. 

“I don’t have any doubt that there’s plenty about your job that I don’t understand,” Brooke continued mildly, shooting him a suggestion of a smirk. Was it a smirk? Lucas couldn’t tell if she was mocking him or not — he was sure she had been a moment ago, but now he couldn’t tell. His mind was beginning to play tricks on him. 

“Like, the refinement process for software engineering regular old computer programs is one thing,” Brooke persisted, looking around the dining room pleasantly, almost casually. 

‘Too casually,’ thought Lucas, feeling himself getting angrier. ’She’s almost acting…bored.’ 

“But to write and refine the programs for things like…you know, nanobots, for instance,” Brooke kept on, turning back to him and giving him a knowing stare with her big, gorgeous eyes, “Well, that’s something else entirely above me, haha.”

She paused, studying Lucas intently, before her mouth curved into a beautiful little smile as she whipped out her phone.

“And speaking of that,” she trilled, her deep, feminine voice going up an octave briefly, once more electrifying Lucas’s pants, “What’s Rick’s number? I’d love to pick his brain sometime about the refinement process for these nanobots. I’m kinda interested, you know? Because they’re in my body, and all…and I’d just like to get some insight into how they were made.”

Now Lucas knew that she was twisting the knife. He felt himself consumed with anger, and he pressed the remote button down again, hard. He knew that he was complicating his problems by doing so, but he was unable to prevent himself resorting to this brute show of force — he was controlling her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent him from proving it, over and over. 

“You don’t need Rick’s number,” he responded through gritted teeth, “I can tell you anything you need to know…ab-about…about the…nanobots.”

Once again, Lucas found his words knotting themselves up in his mouth — Brooke was growing again, and becoming ever-more more stunning and radiant. Lucas watched as she coolly extended her hand down, fastened it around her water glass, and gently lifted it up, up, up to her mouth. She took a long, slow sip of water, her eyes never leaving his, and with a shock of comprehension, Lucas understood what she was doing; she was drinking this way to emphasize that the glass, at lip-height for her, was actually over his head. That’s how much taller she was than him now…and clearly, this fact amused her. Her gorgeous eyes were sparkling with entertainment as she slowly lowered her glass from her lips, licking them sensuously. She was finding this humorous! Lucas blinked as his cock continued to rage in his pants. Her tongue looked longer…thicker…redder.

“Hehe, you can?” asked Brooke doubtfully, cocking her head slightly to the side as she smiled down at him. “I don’t knowwwww, Lucas. I’ve got some pretty technical questions that I’m not sure you’ll know the answers to.” 

Now it was Lucas’s turn to adjust in his chair; Brooke’s legs were pressing up on him under the table, to the extent that he wasn’t able to compose complete thoughts, let alone words. He could feel the firm, smooth flesh of her thighs beginning to press on the interior of his own…and she wasn’t doing anything about it. Pretty soon, her legs were going to make contact with his erection, and Lucas couldn’t have that. He backed his chair up a little, readjusted himself, and tried to start laughing, making his best effort to appear light, humorous, and nonchalant. 

“Heheheh…well, why don’t you give me your best shot, Brooke?” he chuckled, smiling at her unpleasantly. He noticed a little commotion behind her, and realized that several waiters were gathered together in the corner, speaking together in hushed voices, looking over to their table. Lucas saw them all share a hearty laugh, and he felt himself raging even more on the inside. They were in on it too! They were having a laugh about the sexy vixen going out with some guy who they thought was beneath her. Well, the joke was on them, now, wasn’t it?! 

“Well…oh-kay,” said Brooke, heaving a sigh as she sat up straight in her chair. Lucas felt the tip of her knee touching his leg again. “It’s a question about Buckminsterfullerenes, though, so I’m not really sure if you — ”

“Oh, buckyballs!” laughed Lucas, instantly feeling back in control as he spoke the informal name of the specific allotrope of carbon that Brooke had just referred to. 

“Oh! So you know about them?” asked Brooke, looking a little surprised. 

‘Yeah, that’s right,” Lucas thought lustfully, pressing down the button even harder as he licked his teeth behind his closed lips. ‘Not so cocky now, huh?’

“Haha! Of course I know about them!” exclaimed Lucas heartily, shaking his head. “Come on, Brooke — just because I know how to dress myself doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I’m doing in the software world. You underestimated me for a minute there, didn’t you, haha?”

“Heh, well I guess I’m sorry, Lucas,” chuckled Brooke, clearly backtracking a bit as she raised her hand up to scratch her head a little. Her arm looked so solid, so stunningly feminine and strong, that Lucas had to remind himself that he had the upper hand in the exchange. 

“So…good, you’ll be able to answer my question, then,” Brooke continued. “So researchers have demonstrated that Buckminsterfullerenes can be used to be the “wheels” of proposed “nanocars,” right?”

“Yesss,” said Lucas nodding his head. Her legs were pressing up against his to the point of discomfort again, but Lucas was too busy looking forward to showing Brooke how mistaken she had been about him. 

“Although,” Lucas cut in, pinpointing an opportunity to nitpick her premise, “It’s a little late to be talking about buckyballs being used as nanocar components, Brooke. We’ve already developed carborane wheels, along with a light-powered helicene synthetic molecular motor, so…haha, yeah, we’re a bit beyond the premise of your question, I think.” 

Brooke had been about to open her mouth to speak, but then she closed it again, apparently put in her place. Lucas was almost giddy with triumph as he looked across the table, watching this incredibly sexy, amazonian glory sit there silently, taking in her obvious mental inferiority to him. She didn’t answer right away — instead, she just continued to sit there, regarding him, as she continued to grow. The silence was almost tangible, hanging in the air between them, as Lucas watched her body continuing to rise vertically. He felt the heavy heat of her legs pull away from him slightly, as Brooke adjusted herself again in her chair. It was clear that she knew she was having another spurt, and she even reached up and, her forearm swelling slightly from the effort, lifted up part of the left breast of her dress, as if providing temporary relief for her massively expanding breasts. She had to be approaching a H-cup now, Lucas thought to himself. She suddenly let her dress go, and it smacked back down in place, sending currents through the huge fleshy wall of her heavy breasts, which were now squeezing together like never before, in constant battle with the violet dress that contained them. Brooke leaned forward again on her elbows, now sporting a knowing smile. 

‘My god,’ thought Lucas, totally stunned, ‘She’s a 10 out of 10 now.’ 

“I’m aware of all that, Lucas,” Brooke said, her eyes flashing wide with amusement again, her body and mind flush with the most recent spurt. “But don’t you think it would be useful to consider how the Buckminsterfullerenes' molecular structure could be used to capitalize on the deprotonation of closo-dicarbadodecaboranes using organolithium reagents?”

“U-uusing…using what?!” stammered Lucas, his face falling completely. He had no idea what Brooke was talking about.

“Organolithium reagents,” Brooke repeated. Her legs were encroaching upon his to a ridiculous degree now. “Come on, Lucas, you know? The organometallic compounds that contain carbon – lithium bonds? And of course, you know, as far as their charges go, the relative electronegativities of carbon and lithium suggest that the C-Li bond will be highly polar.”

Lucas just sat there, gaping. This 10-out-of-10 bombshell had grown totally beyond him…and yet, Lucas couldn’t find it within his power to take his thumb off the button in his pocket...with her body looming larger with every passing second, up, and up...and up... 

“Haha, of course, though,” laughed Brooke, almost as an aside to herself, “certain organolithium compounds possess certain properties in nonpolar solvents that make it more difficult, but…”

And here, she turned to look at Lucas again, and he was shocked to see her eyes flash briefly green, for just an instant. He blinked, shook his head, and looked again — it was gone, whatever it had been. Brooke’s leg was now pressed right up against his crotch, directly in his throbbing, pulsating erection — he could actually feel her firm, powerful thigh slowly widening the sitting stance of his own legs as it grew steadily between them. 

“Yeeaaah,” chuckled Brooke softly, blinking down at him with an almost-maternal condescension, “I’ll just ask Rick about it tomorrow.” 

Lucas felt his own eyes go wide, as he started to panic. She had just…so casually dismissed him right there…so effortlessly shown her mental superiority over him, that he couldn’t even begin to feign normalcy. She had just eviscerated him without even trying, in that soft, strong, unbelievably-sexy feminine voice that was threatening, along with her thigh between his legs, to make him cum right then and there in the restaurant. And even worse, she had looked almost...disappointed that she had overpowered him so easily, so quickly. 

“Excuse me,” said Brooke suddenly, smoothly flagging down their waiter with an easy smile as she spoke up with easy, confident intonation, “Do you think my date and I could get a different table?”

“Oh! Of…of course, ma’m!” answered the waiter immediately, blushing slightly at having been addressed so directly by such a woman. “Is…um, I’m sorry, were you having an issue with your table here?”

“Haha, well the table’s fine,” laughed Brooke, swinging her legs out from underneath the tablecloth (causing Lucas to exhale involuntarily), “But…well, it’s just become a bit of a tight fit for me, you see? If I was the same size as my date here, we’d be all good, but, well…I’ve got a little bit on him, wouldn’t you say? And I’d like us both to have ample leg room.”

“Oh, y-yes…yes, of course, ma’m,” said the waiter quickly, pushing past his obvious puzzlement at Brooke’s apparent growth. “Please…follow me — I’ll get you a…more appropriate table.” 

Brooke stood up, rising majestically in regal splendor; everyone in the restaurant turned to watch her. She took one step over toward Lucas and extended her hand down, grinning at him. 

“Well come on,” she chuckled down at him, “Let’s go!”

Lucas felt apprehensive about standing up — his ego desperately wanted Brooke to be further away from him, so that she wouldn’t notice the height difference. Her smile grew wider.

“Come on, Lucas!” she laughed, indicating with her offered hand, “Get up!”

He wasn’t moving quickly enough, so she suddenly reached down, caught his hand up in her much larger, warmer, stronger grasp, and yanked him to his feet. Lucas was totally disoriented, and stumbled into the tower of her body, which didn’t budge an inch, despite the contact. She was as sturdy as a rock. The impact caused a heavenly jiggle in her bosom, and Lucas felt the collision softened by her breasts hitting his shoulders and upper chest. He heard the smooth ocean-like rumble of her feminine laughter somewhere above him, and felt the warm pressure of her huge hands on his shoulders, steadying him. He looked up, to see what he had created…and saw that he was staring straight into the top of the long, mighty chasm of her cleavage. Her clearly-evident nipple nubs were poking against her dress, and Lucas could feel himself gently graze over them as he regained his balance. The weighty panorama of her breasts filled his vision completely. He looked up, and up…and UP, past her chin and perfect nose, to her eyes, which were positively alive with humor. 

“After you, Mr. Mineur.”

End Notes:

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Chapter 9 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 9

Lucas took a small, jerking step in the direction of their new table, but he wasn’t able to proceed along any farther. His brain simply didn’t have the attention to spare for moving his legs. He was gaping, utterly dumbfounded, at the statuesque pillar of feminine curves in front of him that was Brooke. He couldn’t seem to focus on one aspect of her in particular that deserved more attention than the next — his eyes were jumping helplessly from one feature to another. The way that her violet dress was now showing signs of strain as they strove valiantly to contain her luscious thighs and mighty hips…the dramatic and eye-poppingly alluring shift from the wide curve of her hips to her comparatively-tiny waist, completing the most breathtaking and vivid hourglass figure that Lucas (or anyone else in the restaurant) had ever seen…the twin, heavy globes of her H-cups that were now unquestionably threatening to burst through the bust of her dress, right in his face, the impinges of her nipples poking through more obviously than ever…he could smell a heavy, sweet, and maddeningly intoxicating scent that was wafting towards his nose from the long, tight, dark line of her cleavage, making his eyes veritably flutter with arousal. Her solid, feminine, well-formed arms, arranged in captivating crooks as she put her hands on her hips slowly, waiting for him…the elongated, alabaster, curving colonnade of her neck a it arched down at him expectantly, all supporting…her elegant head…and her captivatingly gorgeous face. 

As he stared up at Brooke, unable to move beyond his first lurching motion, Lucas could have easily been convinced that such a face had descended from the heavens above. It was shocking, stunning, how beautiful she had become. And yet, in the back of his mind, Lucas still harbored a realization that was beginning to slowly inundate his thoughts — he was still pressing down on the remote in his pocket, and he could see, subtly but unmistakably, the telltale swelling and burgeoning of Brooke’s flesh all over her already-tremendous body. She was still growing…and even more enthrallingly for Lucas, she was becoming more and more beautiful. Lucas focused his eyes on her bust and watched as it slowly but surely continued to rise along with the rest of her body.

‘She’s already a 10 out of 10,’ Lucas thought to himself, his arousal stumping him in place, ‘But…I’m still pressing the button. What would…an 11 look like...a 12? A 20!?!’

His chest rose and fell with increased cadence. In this moment, he had completely forgotten about his surroundings — he had forgotten that he was in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, forgotten his indignation at Brooke effortlessly humiliating him seconds before, forgotten everything, except the sheer and exquisite feminine being standing before him. He tried to swallow, but his mouth and throat were so dry that he actually coughed a little, quite literally choking on his astonishment. 

“Having a little trouble there?” came the lovely liquid of Brooke’s voice, meandering like a delicious river through the air to his ears. Lucas finally was able to force himself to swallow, and he gulped air a few times, trying to speak. 

“I…I j-just…I’m —” he stammered, utterly incapable. 

“How about,” chuckled Brooke, “You just follow after me, huh?”

She swung her hips out, knocking gently against him (whether she intended to or not) and sending him stumbling backward a bit. He couldn’t believe how firm and solid she was, or how easily she had mustered the strength, power, and momentum from her stationary position just a second before. But he had to collect himself and follow her, because her body was rapidly getting farther away — she was already walking towards their new table, and Lucas finally managed to infuse his legs with the will to continue forward. As he did so, he was able to admire Brooke’s ass from behind, as she walked — her cheeks bounced crazily up and down, up and down, left and right, left and right, like they had minds of their own. Her ass was higher up than it had been before...closer in height to his stomach. She had grown so huge in her dress that the violet line of fabric now only came down to the top third of her thighs, and from behind, Lucas could even see the beginnings of the smooth curve where her ass cheeks blended together seamlessly with her creamy thighs. At this point, Brooke’s outfit was becoming inappropriate for the restaurant setting, but that was the last thing on Lucas’s mind. He had to catch up to her…sit next to her…take her in…as he watched her becoming more with each passing moment.

“Ahhhh, yessss, this is much better,” sighed Brooke pleasantly as she sank down into her new seat. Lucas watched her ass appear to swallow up a huge area of the booth as her body descended down, and then he found his eyes automatically flitting to her enormous, heavy breasts, which shook and jiggled with her descent. He saw her right breast actually begin to slip out of her dress as she sat down, but she noticed instantly and brought her hand up, latching her fingers around the fabric as she tugged it back in place. Lucas thought he caught a glimpse of her darkish-tan, beautiful areola, in a perfectly symmetrical circle. He felt himself go cold with lust, even as his insides were raging and roiling at a fever pitch — his body was a cacophony of contradictions, all thrown into disarray by the lascivious perfection in front of him.

As Brooke sat down, she straightened her right leg, seeming to stretch it out at first, but then lifted it up high in the air, so that, for a brief moment, her entire heels were over Lucas’s head. He didn’t know what she was doing, but he was stunned by the close-up view of her shapely calves — he only realized a second later that she had extended her leg out and up this way because she was crossing her legs. As she did so, he saw her thighs appear to swell even larger and firmer. Was it just because she had crossed them? Or because they were actually getting that much bigger? 

“Lucas, come on,” Brooke was saying, laughing a little as she furrowed her brow, “Are you just gonna keep standing there staring at me, or are you gonna sit down like a normal person?” 

He exhaled and walked forward mechanically, sitting down next to her, his hand still in his pocket. Their new table was such that they were actually sitting side by side, instead of across from each other, and Lucas was treated to a close-up view of Brooke’s thighs compared with his own — they rose above his immensely, completely dwarfing them. He wasn’t a small person by any means, but he had never felt so small before in his life — Brooke’s legs had to be at least twice the size of his by this point…and probably more. He turned his head slightly to the right, and seemed to sense that her heavy breasts were hanging hugely next to him, starting from where the top of his head began, and hanging down all the way, in heavy, low majesty, to his sternum. With both of them sitting down, Brooke seemed even bigger and taller than before, simply because the large cushion of her swelling ass cheeks gave her that much more of a height boost.

“So…Lucas,” intoned Brooke, making it more than evident that she was focusing him back to their conversation, “I know I got a little over your head there, but anyway, I’m just glad there are people at Braden I can go to to discuss those kinds of things. What about Trent? Would he be someone who would understand that kind of stuff?” 

“T-Trent!?” choked Lucas, his rekindled indignation tearing him away from his preoccupation with Brooke’s thighs and breasts. “Trent!? He’s…he’s only an associate software engineer. He’s…he’s not even a senior one yet! Let alone an office manager like me!” 

“Imagine that, having an office manager at a top 50 company who doesn’t know the properties of organolithium reagents,” Brooke muttered, almost to herself. 

“I…what did you just —” Lucas began, feeling his face heat up even as he watched Brooke’s shoulders rising vertically above him, well past the top of his head at this point. She was expanding before him, her body ever so slowly creeping closer to his. 

“So what kind of car do you drive, Lucas?” asked Brooke, seamlessly interrupting him as she folded her hands on the table. Her movement threw Lucas for another loop — it had been so deftly feminine, almost prim, and yet, the hugeness of her hands lent a definite weight and raw power to the simple motion. Lucas saw everything on the table rattle a bit from the shock wave of her contact. 

“What?” sputtered Lucas, still reeling from ire, and now having to contend with a totally unexpected question. “Car?”

“Yes,” said Brooke quite simply, blinking at him as she continued looking down on him with that same slow, confident cool. “Car. What do you drive, Lucas?” 

“I…drive a BMW,” he answered, sitting up a little straighter next to her. He didn’t realize it, but he had already started falling into a specific pattern of behavior that was designed to impress whoever it was he was talking to. He was proud of his car, and proud of the career accomplishments he felt that it symbolized…and embodied. It was a powerful car: sleek, fast, and well-made. 

As Brooke spoke, she leaned back, unfolded her hands, and reached them up to her neck area. Lucas thought that she was about to adjust her dress again, but instead, she simply took off her necklace, bowing her magnificent head slightly in the process. She was just barely able to get it off her head, and Lucas realized that it had become far too small for her burgeoning body. He stared, mesmerized, as Brooke deposited the necklace into a pile that included her bracelet and rings that she had already taken off. She was shedding jewelry, and by the way that her body (particularly her breasts, hips, and thighs) was pressing into her violet dress, it looked like the dress itself might be next. 

Lucas felt his breath catch in his throat, and once again, he was nearly overwhelmed by the contradictions happening inside his head — he was still angry that Brooke had condescended to him so blatantly, but those emotions were fast evaporating in the wake of what was replacing them: a desire to impress Brooke, and an increasingly insistent realization that this woman was turning into a literal goddess in front of his very eyes. Her face had already begun to take on a dazzling quality that was beginning to approach…otherworldly dimensions. With each passing second, her beautiful aroma seemed to become all the more powerful; and in tandem, it felt to Lucas like he had ingested a few pills of Viagra, as his cock was growing forcefully against his will. 

“I…y-yes, yes it’s a…a very nice car,” Lucas managed to say, briefly (and with considerable effort) taking his eyes off Brooke’s expanding cliff of breast flesh and bringing them up to Brooke’s face, which continued rising, ever so surely, up, up, and up, vertically above him. Was this her at an 11 out of 10? Or higher? It was starting to get hard to tell — they were in uncharted territory. And as soon as he made eye contact with Brooke, he had to dart his eyes away. The power, strength, and fluent confidence in her eyes were too much for him to take, as was the sinking feeling that she was mocking him again. 

“A r-really…top of the line, machine,” he added, looking down at Brooke’s legs. She had just uncrossed them, apparently out of sheer practicality, since her legs were already beginning to crowd the larger table. And now she was stretching them out under the table; he saw the impressive muscle in her thighs gently swell underneath the smooth contours of her curves, and he felt himself growing increasingly desperate...and then, he felt her leg touch his leg, and he felt the warmth and vitality of her flesh flushing into his body from the source of contact. 

“It…it can go 160 miles an hour,” Lucas forced out, “And…and it gets 67 miles per gallon. Not a lot of cars have both of those…those features, you know? It cost…well, it cost a lot of money, but, hehe…I mean, I could afford it.” 

“Mmmm, I bet you feel big and powerful, driving that thing around, huh?” chuckled Brooke, grinning down at him. “But someone with your salary…as Office Manager of Braden…well, I’m sure it was a drop in the bucket.” 

“Haha, well, uhh…let’s just say that I didn’t have to go on food stamps after I made the purchase,” laughed Lucas, blushing, not knowing whether he was actually making headway with this girl or whether she was just making fun of him some more. He didn’t want to look her in the eye, so it was hard to tell, just from the tone of her voice. But every time she chuckled, he felt like he had to work his way out of a temporary kind of paralysis — the sound just seemed to wash over him from on high, bathing his body in a wave of searingly-erotic feminine energy. Her voice, her laugh, even the sound of her breath, in inhales and exhales, went straight down into his crotch, titillating his cock with every accent. His member was growing more and more painfully erect, against his own will. 

As Lucas continued to look at her body (and not her face), he could see her body continuing to rise up beside him, her hips and legs getting ever closer to his, as she continued growing up and up and up… 

“What is your salary, by the way?” Brooke ventured, turning her head slightly sideways as she continued looking down at him. The question again caught Lucas off-guard, and he looked up at her. There was no question about it: her face was much higher above him than it had been before; he was met with the startling discovery that he actually had to look up past her nipples, which were pressing with increased energy and impatience into her violet dress, right at the level of his eyebrows. 

“My…my salary?!” asked Lucas.

Brooke blinked slowly as she gave a long sigh out, flaring her nostrils slightly as the smile twitched a little on her immaculate mouth. 

“Yes,” said Brooke simply. “Is it over or under $200,000?”

“Uhh…under,” replied Lucas, again feeling a desperate sense that this impossible bombshell was dismissing him. “B-but…but not by much.” 

“Hmmm, yeah,” said Brooke slowly, her eyes still steadily regarding him. Lucas wasn’t looking at them directly (instead focusing on the elegant elongation of her exquisite neck), but had he just seen them flash green again!? He ventured a glance directly into her eyes, and saw nothing except two large, dark, endless wells of intense and overwhelming energy. He had to look away again. 

“And you’re how old again?” she continued. 

“I’m…36,” he answered, feeling increasingly like she was cornering him. 

“Uh-huh,” she said, sounding almost bored. She took her eyes off him and looked down at her hands, extending them out, and flexing and unflexing them as they sat on the table. Lucas watched in awe as her large palms expanded, and her long, strong fingers stretched outward. But even as his awe grew, so too did his anxiety, which only doubled when he saw Brooke look away from her hands and up around at the dining room at large. It was like she was trying to find something interesting to hone in on, to take in, to entertain herself with. Because whatever was happening at this table wasn’t doing it for her. 

Lucas was understanding this much about Brooke’s attitude, and his powerlessness in the situation was making him sweat with anxiety. But more than anything else, as her body grew ever-closer to his, and evermore up and up above him, he felt himself consumed with a feverishly-growing lust to have Brooke surpass what she already was — with every second that passed, she became bigger, taller, and curvier in all the right places. Her breasts were now hanging even lower and heavier, and extending further outward than before — unquestionable I-cups. Her legs were longer and sleeker, and her heels were beginning to peek themselves out from underneath the opposite end of the long table. It didn’t seem possible that her body could be improved at each interval, and yet, like clockwork, it just kept happening, over and over and over again, driving Lucas to the heights of hot desire. And her beauty was the same way — Brooke was somehow passing into the realms of demi-goddesses before his eyes. No human girl or woman looked that beautiful, that uncannily stunning. It was so much for Lucas to take in that he was having to literally squirm in his seat, just to keep from cumming. 

“You’ve been staring at my breasts for quite some time, Lucas.” Brooke’s liquid tones splashed over his engorged cock, and Lucas grit his teeth down hard, only just managing to keep himself from blowing his load straight into his pants right then and there. Her voice was literally pumping blood into his already-engorged cock; Lucas had no idea that he could get so hard, or so big. He hadn’t realized that he had been staring unabashedly at Brooke’s gargantuan expanding rack — his eyes shot up to hers in fear. She wasn’t angry or annoyed…or flirtatious or teasing, for that matter. It was impossible to read her deadpan expression. Lucas opened his mouth to say something in his own defense, but for the life of him, he couldn’t manage to make any noises come out. 

“Are you a breast man?” Brooke continued, taking her big hands and using them to cup her even larger breasts. Leaning forward slightly towards Lucas, so that the tip of her left nipple just barely brushed his forehead, Brooke shook her breasts at him. If Lucas had used his hands to shake such mammoth, fleshy megaliths, he would have barely managed to cause a ripple. But Brooke, whose hands were much bigger and stronger, was able to send her twin fleshy cliffs of fat, heavy breast flesh positively trembling. 

“If you’re interested in this body,” said Brooke, abruptly dropping her breasts back down in place as she indicated with an easy, open-palmed sweep of her hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and all the rest of her, “Then just say so.” 

Lucas was close to hyperventilating at this point — having Brooke so blatantly and confidently call him out for staring at her, and so offhandedly, sexily refer to her own body, was nearly too much to handle. He wanted to be able to say something…anything…in response to her. But he was locked into a kind of erotic paralysis, which included, of course, keeping his thumb firmly pressed onto the remote in his pocket. 

“Geez, I really am too much for you, aren’t I?” laughed Brooke, leaning back in the booth as she regarded Lucas with wide eyes and a toothy smile. At this point, she wasn’t even making fun of him anymore — instead, she was just marveling at the extent of his inability to behave like a normal human being around her. She made a point to glance straight down at his crotch, which by now was sporting the obvious tent of an erection, pointing straight upward like a teepee in his khakis. Lucas actually saw it this time…the green flash in her eyes…which lingered for a couple seconds longer than before. He looked up at her helplessly — the size of her body now completely hid the booth beneath her from view, even though it was a larger area than the chair she had been sitting in. His eyes were now no higher than the underside of her breasts, with both of them sitting down, and still she grew, taller, taller, and taller, beyond him. 

“I mean, just look at you,” Brooke chuckled, her voice bordered with rosy amusement that teased his already-tormented cock, “I don’t think it’s a secret anymore how you feel about my body, Lucas. So you’re a fan of what the nanobots are doing to me, huh?” 

Lucas could do nothing but nod his head. 

“You like that they’ve made me have these niiiiice long legs, hrmmm?” Brooke extended out one of her legs and felt her thigh up and down with her hands. 

“You like these biigggg hips here? God, look, Lucas, they’re so wide, aren’t they? And this teeny-tiny waist? Check that out — pretty big difference there, right?” 

Now Lucas wasn’t even nodding his head. He felt his body swaying in place, like he was about to topple over. 

“But I know you like these most of all, don’t you?” Brooke persisted, again cupping her breasts in her big hands as she shook them once more in Lucas’s face. Or, at least, as close to his face as they could get. At this point, she was literally shaking them over his head, and he felt the sweeps of air coming from their heavy motion ruffling the top of his hair. 

“I bet you can’t believe how big they’ve gotten already,” murmured Brooke, clapping them together softly, but with undeniable erotic energy. “They feel soooo heavyyy on my chest right now. I wonder if you would like them if they were even bigger...” 

Lucas’s face was bright red as he heaved in breaths in and out, staring forward into the top of Brooke’s stomach (as her torso continued to strain her increasingly-hapless violet dress) as he took in her cool, effortless dirty talk. 

‘Oh my god…oh my god…oh myyy goddddddd,’ he thought with a previously-unattained level of desperation. ‘She…she can’t…doesn’t she…doesn’t she know…what she’s doing to me right now!?!’ 

“Yeah, it might be about time for you to throw in the towel,” came Brooke’s softly laughing voice from above him. He looked up past her breasts, which now partially obscured her unearthly-beautiful face, of which he could see the dark twinkling orbs of her eyes. 

“To give it up,” she continued pitilessly. “To just surrender. I've become too much for you. And I'm becoming more. You should give up, Lucas. Why don’t you just…Wait, hold that thought!
Lucas shook his head, trying to clear him from his helpless reverie. 

“Wh-what?” he managed to breathe, almost in a whisper. “What…is it, Brooke?”

“Look!” came Brooke’s happy voice, and Lucas managed to glimpse, through her breast, the sight of Brooke licking her full lips with a long, sinuous, red tongue. “The food’s here!” 

“The…food!?” came Lucas’s gasping voice, almost in a whine. It was the first time that he had spoken in a while, and he was shocked by how weak and childish his voice sounded compared to Brooke’s. But really, even in this moment, Lucas knew that it was more to do with the depth, strength, and vibrant vitality of Brooke’s voice than anything else. Any time she spoke, he felt his already-tormented loins seize up, threatening to blast forth a cascade of cum. But something in Lucas’s mind made him double down on himself. He must not cum…he must not cum…and still, and STILL, he pressed down on the remote. 

“Ooooo, look at your steeeak!” intoned Brooke, her luscious voice once again forcing Lucas to grit his teeth and clench his knees together, in an effort to keep his turgid member at bay. “It looks soooo delicious, Lucas. Haha, I might have to take some for myself — what an impressive hunk of meat!”

“Ahaha yes, of course ma’m,” laughed the waiter, his own face hopelessly blushing as he sat down the plates. “And for the…the lovely lady…the pan-seared ahi tuna.” 

“Mmmm, it smells wonderful!” sighed Brooke, closing her eyes and inhaling through her flared nostrils. “Although,” she continued, opening her eyes and glancing down at Lucas, giving him a playful hip-check as she nestled her creamy thighs up closer to him, “I can’t imagine why I would’ve ordered fish before a niicce juicy steak.” 

As she spoke, Brooke snaked her hand down onto Lucas’s thigh, covering it completely as she slowly, softly squeezed it, starting just above his knee and ever so surely beginning to go up his leg, her large hand and strong fingers squeezing, squeezing softly, insistently, teasingly. 

“I wonder what could’ve gotten into me, hmmmm?” she quipped in her sweet drawl, arching her head down so that she could see Lucas fully, past her expanding breasts. Her massaging hand was creeping ever closer toward Lucas’s pants pocket…the pocket that held the remote. Lucas felt himself beginning to panic for multiple reasons — he was afraid he was about to cum all over himself, and NOW, he was additionally afraid that Brooke would find the remote. He had no idea what might ensue after she found out, but right now, all he knew was that she must not know. But it wasn’t like he could do anything to stop her. With each dulcet note of her voice, with each heavenly scent of her movement close to him, with every electric touch of her creeping, insistent fingers, Brooke was rendering him utterly paralyzed. 

She suddenly scooted back, away from Lucas a little, but only so that she had the room to bend down voluptuously toward him, filling his vision with the mighty, sweet-smelling wall of her cleavage. Lucas felt his heart seize up in his chest as he beheld the juicy mammaries that were now unquestionably threatening to squeeze and burst themselves out of the confines of the violet dress, a dress that was looking more and more taxed and strained by the moment. Lucas was sure that he could even hear the gentle but insistent sounds of the fabric stretching, stretching, stretching in his ears. Brooke had taken her hand off Lucas’s knee, which only proved a momentary respite, because she had quickly fastened the same hand around his chin and lower jaw, directing his face upward toward her. Lucas would have been devastated at the prospect of not being able to stare at those breasts…but instead, he was staring at something that had grown totally beyond him: Brooke’s face. She looked completely otherworldly now, far too beautiful and radiant to be able to handle with any sense of composure. Lucas almost felt a sob seize up in him, and his eyes started watering. 

“My goodness, you can barely even look to me anymore, now, can you?” Brooke purred softly, her honeyed breath issuing like ambrosial vapor from between her nectarous lips and washing over him, an almost-cloying tide. “Look at your face — you can’t even make eye contact with me without tearing up! Hahaha, do I really have that effect on you, Lucas? Am I really that overpowering to you?” 

Lucas could only gape, opening and slightly closing his mouth over and over in a helpless cadence; he was trying to make words, sounds…anything at all. He really was. But nothing was coming. 

“Maybe I’ll just let you gather yourself a little,” chuckled Brooke, “I’m gonna start eating, because ohhhhh my, all these…growth spurts…haha, well they have a way of accentuating the appetite.” 

“That…” panted Lucas. He was astounded that he had managed to make any sound at all, let alone an actual word. But Brooke had turned toward her plate and was ignoring him, taking her fork deftly in her fingers and spearing a filet of ahi tuna, bringing it up to her open mouth, and putting it between her plush lips. When she pulled the fork out, the tuna was gone, and Lucas was treated to a view of her firm, gorgeous jaws, flexing and unflexing as she chewed. Lucas just sat there, watching Brooke continuing to rise up and up slowly in her seat, growing vertically at a slow, steady, constant rate. She had pulled back from him, and so, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he wasn’t touching her. But he was now able to see the whole view of her body continuing to grow and swell, and he even noticed, from the slight ripping sound, that a small tear had developed in the left hip of Brooke’s dress. The soft, creamy white flesh of her hip was now peeking out a little at Lucas, winking at him. 

“That’s…good,” he managed to say, finishing the thought he had begun before. But again, Brooke seemed to be ignoring him. She was chewing her tuna, elegantly spearing pieces of it over and over with her fork, staring out at the other customers as she chewed silently. In a matter of seconds, Lucas felt himself growing desperate. He had already become accustomed to this…demi-goddess…paying attention to him. It didn’t matter, at this point, if she was teasing him or not. To have her looking away from him while she ate, staring out at other people, paying him no mind, was more than intolerable. She wasn’t even touching him anymore! And she was still growing! He couldn’t feel her big, heavy breasts up against him…he couldn’t feel the angelic heat radiating off her body as she grew. Lucas’s cock was still hard, but now, he would have gladly traded in a premature ejaculation for more physical contact with her. It was like torture, having her so close, yet so far. His finger hurt from pressing the remote, but his very soul was starting to hurt at the idea of Brooke ignoring him.

In a monumental act of self-denial, Lucas turned his head away from Brooke to look at his steak. It glistened back at him, the warm red centers of the assorted cutlets almost seeming to mock him. They certainly looked delicious…but the prospect of even trying to eat right now seemed absurd.

“Aw, not feeling too hungry tonight, are we?” came Brooke’s voice above him, and Lucas was simultaneously thrilled and terrified when he felt her big, sumptuous hips squeeze in next to him. They were sitting at a family-style booth, that was shaped like a “C,” and Lucas was sitting at the top curve of the booth. Now, Brooke had him trapped — she had sidled ever to him, suddenly and without warning, and he had nowhere to turn to, but into her exquisite body, which he once again felt expanding and growing around him. Her hips and legs had become so big that, squeezed up next to him like she was, Brooke’s flesh was actually beginning to hang over his leg, seeming to swallow and absorb it into herself. Her breasts were now hanging like huge watermelons next to his face, and Lucas felt her gently lean into him, smushing the side of his face into her left breast. For a moment, Lucas couldn’t even breath, since his face went so far into the soft, pillowy flesh. 

“I’ve already finished my meal,” chuckled Brooke. “And you haven’t even touched yours! Even though it looks soooo delicious….so tasty.” 

Lucas tried to talk, but Brooke’s mammoth mammary blocked out any noise. 

“What’s that?” teased Brooke, raising her left arm (well over his head by this point) and putting her hand to her ear. “Were you trying to say something, Lucas? I didn’t quite catch that.” 

She reached down and pulled her breast away from Lucas’s face. He blinked his eyes rapidly, gasping for breath, even as he wished to once again feel that celestial breast flesh on his face again. It had felt like he was being suffocated by the fragrant, succulent breasts of Venus herself. 

“I c-couldn’t…” Lucas stammered, having no idea or inclination how to speak at this point. 

“You couldn’t?” mocked Brooke, letting her breast go again, so that it fell down heavily again, smacking Lucas in the face, and nearly knocking the wind out of him. “You couldn’t what? Couldn’t eat?! Haha so I’ve reduced you down that far, have I? I’ve made a man feel so…enraptured…so helpless…that he can’t even feed himself.”

“I…I,” Lucas choked. What could he say? She was totally right. 

“Well, well, isn’t that a pity,” her rich voice teased. “If you can’t even feed yourself, Lucas, then how are you going to have the energy, or the stamina, for later?” 

“L-l-later?” he squeaked, at this point barely registering how high-pitched and pathetic he sounded. 

Brooke nodded exaggeratedly, her wide eyes flashing green again, this time for ten whole seconds before returning to their normal color. She squeezed her huge body closer to his, pressing her breast up against his face even more as she put a massive arm around his shoulder, burdening him and hopelessly intimidating him with its weight and power. She was so big now that as her arm enveloped him and pulled him in tighter, Lucas actually felt himself sinking into his seat. He felt her palm wrap lovingly around his left forearm as her fingers gently, sexily scratched him.

“Oh yessss,” Brooke cooed down at him, her voice seeming to drop an entire octave deeper as its sound waves rallied the cum in Lucas’s balls once more. All it took was her voice — he was at the breaking point again. 

“Later. That was your plan tonight, wasn’t it, Lucas? Take me out to a fancy dinner, sweet-talk me, impress me with your vast knowledge of DevOps and Scrum and spiral models and V models and long-range allostery and RNA polymerases and on and on and on…and then taking me back to your place and showing me what a good fuck the Office Manager of Braden can be? That’s what you had in store for tonight Lucas, wasn’t it?” 

Lucas barely managed to nod his head. 

“Uh-huh,” nodded Brooke back. “But you see here,” she continued, turning away from him to look at the steak on his plate, “Something hasn’t gone quite right in your plan, has it, Lucas?”

She picked up a juicy cutlet of his steak with her fingers and held it up, turning back to him as she shook it playfully in his direction. 

“Because, see…you haven’t impressed me tonight.” She brought the cutlet up to her mouth, inserted it in between her parted, velvety lips, and closed them over it, sucking on it audibly, and then finally pulling hard enough to where she sucked up the entire cutlet in between her lips, making it disappear from view entirely as she worked her jaws with a closed mouth, making quick work of it and swallowing. 

“Mmmmm tasty,” moaned Brooke, licking her lips down at Lucas, whose face was still pressed up against her heavy, growing breast. Brooke adjusted herself to where her body was still squeezed up against him, but to where he could get a clear view of her face, up past the swelling frontier of her bust. Lucas could hear her dress really stretching now, and he glanced down at the tear in the hip of her dress — it had gotten bigger.

“All you’ve really done tonight,” continued Brooke mercilessly, picking up another cutlet with her fingers and twirling it sexily in front of her mouth, “Is show how hopelessly overmatched you are.” 

She extended out her long, delicious tongue, giving the cutlet a slow, sumptuous lick, her eyes never leaving Lucas’s. He felt himself starting to seize in his groin…it was going to happen…he was going to cum, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. 

“Just...look at you compared to me now!” Brooke laughed, shaking her head as she popped the steak into her mouth, chewing quickly as she continued her headshake, like she couldn’t believe the crazy extent of the disparity between them. 

“Hahaha, you barely even come up to my breasts when we’re sitting down,” she mocked, palming the back of Lucas’s head as she pressed his face full-on into her boob, rubbing his entire face in her flesh as she laughed softly above him. With her other hand, Lucas heard her smacking sounds from above as she licked her fingers off and then he felt it — the electric tingles of her other fingers softly tickling and scratching the back of his neck, as she continued gently but firmly pressing his face into the hot, heavy flesh of her breast. His face was covered…he felt his entire head starting to sink into her flesh. The silvery, tinkling raindrops of her laughter danced in his ears…the voluptuous swell of her legs growing over his as they pressed and squeezed against him under the table…her fingers gently and insistently scratching the back of his exposed neck…her huge hand easily palming the back of his head…her breast literally taking his breath away…it was all too much for Lucas. He cried out into her breast as his body shuddered and spasmed helplessly, and he came in ropes in his khakis. 

Brooke watched Lucas’s powerless convulsions steadily, not taking her hand away from his head as she felt the pitiful vibrations of his orgasm through her voluminous flesh. A moment later, Lucas thought he was feeling the effects of his movements in the gently shaking, rippling flesh of Brooke’s massive breasts, her curved, fleshy hips, and her enormous thighs, but he quickly realized that the vibrations weren’t coming from him — they were coming from her. Brooke was laughing. 

“Oh my godddd!” she exclaimed, “Did I actually just feel you…cum in your pants, Lucas?!”

He was far too overwhelmed to answer, and could only take deep, heaving breaths in and out, trying and failing to regain a steady stream of oxygen in his system. He didn’t have much hope of this, however, because Brooke had suddenly taken her right hand and put it down directly on his crotch. Lucas lurched, both from the after-effects of his orgasm and from the overstimulation of Brooke’s hand — he was stunned to see how huge it looked in his lap; it easily spanned the entire area of his crotch, and even covering much of the area around his upper thighs. A paltry little whine escaped his lips. 

“Awww, you did!” laughed Brooke, the chuckling vibrations of her breast mockingly teasing Lucas’s face, “I can feel it — you made a mess in your pants! You really did just cum…without me even touching you down there!”

With her teasing, tormenting hand still on his crotch, gently pressuring his poor, spent erection, Brooke once again redirected Lucas’s head up to hers. She turned her face sideways, staring down directly into his vanquished eyes, which pleaded silently for a respite. But Brooke, still growing, still beautifying, still increasing in every way, was in no mood for mercy. 

“Do you realize how pathetic that is, Lucas?” she chuckled, her wide eyes boring down into his. “Do you realize how easy that was for me? I wasn’t even trying to give you an orgasm right there, but you came all the same, didn’t you? It was already obvious before, but goodness — now it’s just blatant how much I’ve surpassed you. You couldn’t even form words around me anymore, and now…now you can’t even hold yourself back from cumming in my presence. I wasn’t even touching you down there, Lucas. Did you cum just from the sound of my voice? You did, didn’t you? You couldn’t bearrrrr to hear my voice washing over you without shooting your load, huh? And with your little face up against my biggggg breast? Hahaha, forget it. You didn’t have a chance of holding back. And it’s just beginning, Lucas. Can you believe that? I’m only just beginning to show you…how much more I can become. But you know all about that, don’t you Lucas? This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” 

Lucas was really starting to panic now; his face was bright red, and he could feel the pressure building in his head, his neck, and his chest. He wasn’t breathing properly; he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. But at the moment, it didn’t seem possible to attain any kind of meaningful breathing cadence. Every time he tried to draw in a deep breath, Brooke’s huge, heavy breast seemed to grow and expand a little more, obfuscating his mouth and blocking off his air. He could feel his body getting squeezed tighter and tighter by Brooke’s steadily, inexorably blooming body, and with each passing moment, he felt her big arm weigh heavier on his back and shoulders, as her thick, creamy thighs filled more and more of the area under the table. They were so big now that they were actually starting to press on the table’s underside, and Lucas could see the rising curve of her swelling thigh flesh burgeoning higher than the table itself. 

“Oh who am I kidding?” laughed Brooke, shaking her magnificent head down at Lucas, her angelic eyes dancing in delight, almost too beautiful to look at. “You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, did you, Lucas? What exactly was your plan, when I became this much? Did you have any idea what was going to happen next? Any contingencies for when I surpassed you in every way? Because I have Lucas…I’ve already become waaayyyy too much for you to handle, but I can still feel it, Lucas — mrrrrrghhhhh, oohhhhhh yeeeahh, I can still feel myself growing, becoming taller and taller, becoming bigger and bigger and BIGGER…becoming more and MORE…what’s going to happen, Lucas, when I become even more…than I am now!?” 

As she relentlessly drilled down into Lucas, Brooke had bent her face closer and closer to his, until it was no more than a few inches away. Lucas’s field of vision was now completely filled by her increasingly beautifying face, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was staring into the sun itself, into a beatific vision that was starting to surpass even demi-goddess levels of beauty. Totally independent of his own power, he felt his cock surging again in his pants, as the coil of his loins began to tighten and seize up again. He hadn’t grown an iota softer since his recent orgasm — instead, he had somehow only gotten harder, and now, he was about to cum again. 

“Ooooo I can feel you down there,” cooed Brooke into his face, furrowing her brow sexily as her full lips formed a luscious and inescapable “o” shape. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? You can’t help it — you’re totally overwhelmed. Good grief, just look at your little face…you’re ready to explode! I really am too much for you, aren’t I? I’m already soooo far beyond you, so, so much more…And just think…of what I’ll become.”

Brooke’s soft, relentless onslaught sounded like the gentle roar of the ocean in Lucas’s ears — even though she was speaking barely above a whisper, her words were washing over him, ruthlessly bathing his body, his mind, his spirit, in a warm, pitiless, sensual sea of searing pleasure. Lucas had been trying desperately to avoid making eye contact with her unbearably beautiful face, but now, he had no choice — he looked up into her face, mere inches away from his own…and into her eyes. And he saw the change — Brooke’s eyes widened even more in divine pleasure, and once again, her eyes changed to a pure, emerald green that seemed to sparkle and dazzle like twin gemstones from a sacred mine. Her eyes seemed almost liquid, like they were derived from the melted bedrock of the earth itself, but at the same time, they were hard and strong, dancing in firm lockstep with the surreal and blazing enhancement of her features. Her eyes had turned green, and unlike before, they did not turn back. Lucas’s mouth dropped open even wider as time seemed to slow down — he was witnessing the unendurable reality of Brooke’s ascension. She was more than a demi-goddess now — she had become a full-blown divine entity, and her face now shone with an unbearable radiance and beauty that made his entire body shake. 

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you, little man?” the goddess Brooke teased, shaking her brilliant, gorgeous head down at him, like she was speaking to a child. “You can’t hold back — I’m too much, too much, toooo muuucchhhhh for you.” 

Lucas gasped and shivered as he came again, his body wracked by convulsions as he exhaled out over and over, in desperate pants, without taking any breaths in.

“And again! And again!” laughed Brooke, her mirth now feeling like fat droplets of liquid gold raining down brutally into Lucas’s ears. “Such a mess! Such a poor, pitiful little mess you’ve made again! And still…still you can’t make yourself stop!” 

As she spoke, Brooke extended out a teasing finger toward Lucas’s pocket…the pocket that held the remote, which he was still pressing. Even in the helpless throes of his orgasm, Lucas felt a fresh icicle of panic harden through his diaphragm. She knew!

“Mmmmm, yessss,” she purred, fingering the outline of the remote through his pants. “Totally helpless to your desires. You’ve already come this far, but you’re off the map now, little one. Now, I’m the one in charge.” 

Brooke had grown so big by this point that the swell of her thighs was beginning to tilt up the table slightly. Her arm around his shoulder was threatening to consume him, to force his overmatched body to become absorbed into hers. Lucas was so overcome by her august power and beauty, and his associated feeling of inferiority and humiliation, that he turned his head sideways into her huge breast, hiding himself away from her direct stare. 

“Awww, the tiny man tries to escape into my breast,” laughed Brooke softly. Lucas felt her huge hand return to his crotch, and he felt, through his pants, her strong, probing fingers wrap themselves around his erection.

“How appropriate,” Brooke cooed, guiding his head closer to her left nipple with her palming hand. “I’ve become that much more than you now, Lucas…you’re nothing more than a little child to me…a baby…an infant. And now, it’s time for you to do what little babies do.” 

Brooke’s breasts had grown so huge and heavy that, as she guided Lucas towards the front of her left breast, her nipple actually popped out, protruding firmly and proudly out into the open restaurant air. As this happened, Lucas heard an audible tear below, and somewhere in his reeling brain, he registered that Brooke’s dress had torn down her hip. But Lucas couldn’t focus on that too much, because Brooke’s engorged nipple was now directly in front of his mouth. He tried for a moment to pull away from it, but he may as well have been trying to push against a brick wall. Brooke laughed softly above him as she kept the pressure behind his head, forcing him forward into her nipple. Its warm, firm plushness slipped into his mouth, and as it did, Brooke started gently pumping his erection. 

“Look at my legs, Lucas…Aren’t they amazing?” whispered Brooke in her angelic drawl, masturbating him through his pants as he suckled on her nipple. “The nanobots have done a tremendous job, don’t you think?" 

His mouth full of Brooke’s swelling nipple, Lucas couldn’t speak. His eyes widened as Brooke shifted one gigantic leg out from underneath the table. Most of her thigh was now openly exposed from her growth. 

"Look how smooooooth it is Lucas….isn't that nice? Aren't my legs...." she paused...reading his expression carefully in an instant as she smiled “...BIG?.... and lonnnnnng?" 

Her breasts jiggled and danced wildly beneath her stretched and tormented dress as she laughed softly. Brooke adjusted the dress around her breasts so that they didn’t bounce out completely. 

"Here, feel my legs,” she cooed. She placed his hand on her exposed right thigh. Despite his two recent orgasms, Lucas was rock-hard in his pants, and had no brain capacity left to think about anything other than his proximity to this goddess. 

"They're so wide... aren't they?” giggled Brooke, “And look at this!" She guided his hand up to her tiny waist. "Big difference, huh?" The back of his hand grazed the underside of her large, womanly assets in the process. 

Brooke's sharp green eyes were glued to the tent she was mercilessly pumping. "Oh my... Lucas!" she said in mock surprise, “D-Did...I do that?" 

It was absurd for Brooke to even tease him this way — anyone would be spewing their load if such an entity was giving them such attention. Brooke effortlessly pulled him even closer — it seemed like her body was about to swallow his whole. 

You poor thing... that must hurt...SO...MUCH right now...." 

Her heavenly, fragrant aroma was all around him. Lucas could not make sense of anything anymore. Giving him no rest, Brooke leaned in, whispering into his ears, 

"Let me make it ALL…better.” 

And then, Brooke sped up, not going fast, but fast enough to where it would be noticeable to others in the restaurant. Lucas’s eyes managed to dart around the room for an instant, for fear of being caught. But he couldn’t see anything — it was all a blur. 

"Shhh Shh Shh...It's alright” cooed Brooke’ voice above him, “Focus on me." 

She lowered her breasts into his field of vision, huge behemoths of warm flesh. 

"Focus on THESE.” 

Lucas's eyes rolled back into the back of his head as Brooke bore down on his erection with her firm, insistent hand, and he came again, shuddering in surrender as he mewed helplessly like a little baby through the fat nipple in his mouth.

End Notes:

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Chapter 10 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 10

It was warm, chaotic darkness all around, interrupted only by the little balls of white light that popped and fizzled in Lucas’s vision with each spasm of his helpless orgasm. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his body was wracked by convulsions that would have been noticeable were it not for the firm, strong fleshy hold of the huge thighs underneath, the powerful arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the massive bower of breast flesh that swelled above him, squishing into his face and holding him in place. As he came and came, Lucas could actually feel the thick nipple growing and extending further into his mouth, inching its way along his prone tongue towards the back of his mouth. 

Somewhere above and far away, Lucas heard a gentle, roaring rumble…a sound that he didn’t have the ability or will to process…until, an indeterminate amount of time later, he realized that it was Brooke’s voice. It sounded like water: like deep, fresh, cold water, flowing forth into the morning sunlight from some hidden polar spring. He tried to move, but without any effort, he felt her arm hold him fast. He opened his eyes, seeing only the warm flesh of her breasts, which looked like they were almost glowing in the low restaurant light. His mouth was still open, with her nipple shoved inside. An abrupt stab of stimulation, not quite pain, shot through his cock, and Lucas realized that Brooke had casually flicked it with her finger, through his pants. The provocation seemed to awaken him back to the present moment, and suddenly, (not knowing where his will came from), somehow, right as the nipple was beginning to tickle his tonsils, Lucas managed to take his thumb off the remote in his pocket. He felt the nipple in his mouth stop growing…he felt all the flesh around him stop its gentle, insistent swell, and in the surreal equilibrium that existed in this new reality, the soft, immense cradle of feminine curves around him seemed to tingle, and radiate a gentle heat. Lucas felt her skin begin to raise itself up in goosebumps. 

Brooke was speaking to their waiter about something; as Lucas returned to the world, he caught the tail-end of their conversation. 

“Would’ve loved to have stayed for dessert,” Brooke was saying with mellifluous levity, threading her big fingers through Lucas’s hair as she scratched his scalp, “But I think this little tyke got in a little over his head tonight, wouldn’t you say?”

“I — I,” stammered the waiter, evidently overcome by Brooke’s beauty, “I’d…s-say so, ma’m, y-yes.”

“So I think we’ll go ahead and have the check, please,” Brooke said, finalizing the conversation and sending the waiter on his way. Once again, Lucas tried to move, but Brooke held him to her breast, not allowing him. He desperately tried to glance up at her face, but he could only see the underside of her chin. She was looking out at the other customers, her head gradually turning right, then left, and then back again. He saw her cheeks swell slightly on either side of her face…she was smiling. Lucas suddenly realized what was going on — Brooke was staring at the customers (who were doubtlessly staring at her) and smiling back at them…she was reveling in her beauty, and its effects on everyone else. The goosebumps that were already impinging on Lucas’s face hardened further still. 

Lucas felt a shadow above him. Wordlessly, Brooke was reaching down with her other arm towards something on the table. When it came back into view, Lucas saw a steak cutlet dangling from her fingers. She dropped it into her mouth and chewed, swallowing it down in a matter of seconds. Lucas felt the powerful rhythm of her jaws working, and heard the deep action of her mighty throat swallowing the meat down. He wanted to watch her eat, and tried to move again, but once more, her arm held him firmly where he was. He could feel his embarrassment and humiliation building — she was cradling him like a child, in the middle of a busy restaurant, with her nipple blatantly stuffed into his mouth. But evidently, Brooke wanted to keep everything the way it was. Holding him fast, she proceeded to drop four more cutlets into her mouth, chewing and swallowing casually as she continued staring out at the other customers. 

The check returned only moments later. Evidently, the waiter was focusing all his attention on Brooke. After several stuttering attempts at thanking her, the waiter retreated backwards and finally turned away, nearly running into one of his fellow servers in the process. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at Brooke. Lucas felt her fish her hand into her purse, producing a couple of crisp bills, which she then lowered and shook down playfully in Lucas’s face. He felt her bosom quake and bounce with cool laughter. 

“I thought I might be needing these tonight,” she chuckled down at him, arching her head to the point where he could actually see her face. Once again, he felt his breath catch in his chest. She might have stopped growing and beautifying, but at this point, she was the most strikingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. It was terrifying, how gorgeous she was. 

Her eyebrow arched and she tapped his face playfully with the bills. 

“Even back then,” she chuckled, “I had a strong suspicion.” 

Belatedly, Lucas realized that Brooke was in the process of paying for the meal, and he squirmed in her grasp, against her massive breast. He had become inexplicably determined to pay himself, but Brooke just arched her head down further at him, creating a ceiling of encompassing femininity above him. 

“Awww, you think you’re gonna pay?” she teased down at him. “With my nipple in your mouth? I don’t think so, little guy.” 

Brooke then placed the money down on top of the check, heaved a great sigh, and finally pulled Lucas from her breast, pushing him back into the booth. He was shocked by how much her huge thighs rose above his — they seemed at least three or four times larger than his, and at this point, her breasts were actually above his eye line. Below the hopelessly stretched violet of her dress’s bosom, Lucas was staring into the top of her stomach. He panicked for a moment, but Brooke was already moving. 

“Just gotta kick these heels off….ooohhhhh yeah, that’s better,” she sighed in relief, extending her bare feet out and flexing her toes. “Should have done that a while ago, haha — ok, ready to go?” 

Lucas could only manage a nod. Simple awe had replaced any other thoughts or emotions. in any other situation, his eyes would have been darting around, desperate to take in the censorious glances of the other customers. But he was far too captivated by the divine being in front of him to notice that not a single person in the restaurant was looking at him. 

“You stand up first,” Brooke commanded, leaning back into the booth and arching her head.

Lucas did as he was told; he barely had the cognitive wherewithal to be relieved that his cock was too wrung out to be erect any more. He rose to his feet, a little unsteadily, and saw that, standing up straight, he was still a few inches shorter than her. Her smile subtly widened, and he saw her nostrils flare, her green eyes smoldering softly. In her bare feet, she stood up, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. Lucas couldn’t keep his mouth from dropping open — her proportions were ridiculous. Her waist was small and elegantly curved, emphasizing the subsequent verve and power of her enormous hips, which flexed and swayed regally as she stood up. There were several areas of her violet dress where the fabric had given way, torn asunder by the burgeoning force of her mighty body…most notably in the long, prominent rip at her left hip that extended down several inches, exposing the irresistible white swell of her thigh flesh that pressed eagerly through the opening. There were also several tears that had developed in the bodice of the dress, which only seemed to get larger with Brooke’s movements. And through every hole, every tear, her breast flesh pressed through, desperate to free itself. Straightening his legs fully, Lucas found himself staring straight ahead at Brooke’s fat imprinted nipples — he could see the brown of areolas peeking at him through several tiny tears. It looked like Brooke’s entire dress was only moments away from shredding completely.

“Would you look at that?” whispered Brooke down to him. “You barely even come up to my nipples anymore…and if I do this” — and here she stood up straight, throwing her shoulders back and puffing her huge chest out proudly — “you actually need to look UP at them now.”

She was right — now that Brooke was standing up to her full height, he found that he was staring slightly up at her nipples, with his eyes now just about even with the undersides of her hulking breasts. He made a halting movement, as if to stand on his tiptoes and once again bury his face in that warm, all-encompassing boob flesh, but a soft wave of laughter from above once more overcame him, and made him obey. 

“Put your arm around me, little guy,” Brooke was saying through her chuckles, “Like this.”

She bent down, took Lucas’s limp right arm in a powerful grasp (with her hand easily going all the way around his upper forearm), and wrapped it around the upper recesses of her vigorous hips. Lucas held on for dear life — the firm strength of Brooke’s body made him feel like he was hugging a tree, but the soft warmth of her living flesh reminded him that he was latched onto something much more…an entity far superior to himself. 

Brooke proceeded to lead them out of the restaurant, with Lucas clinging to her upper hips like a frightened child, forced to hasten his pace quicker than Brooke’s, since her strides were much longer. He was conscious enough of those around him to realize that the entire restaurant had gone silent; once or twice he even managed to venture a glance up at the seated customers they were passing. Everyone was looking up at Brooke in unadulterated awe, paying him absolutely no attention. Even in his reduced and infantile state, there was something that pricked the back of Lucas’s mind, encouraging him to feel proud to be seen with such a companion. Almost immediately, though, this impulse was thoroughly shut down — he didn’t even need to remember what had just happened. His subconscious did the work for him. 

And besides, he was more than distracted by the feeling of actually being latched onto Brooke in this way. He felt different parts of his arm go up and down, up and down, as Brooke’s huge ass bounced and jiggled crazily in her wake. Lucas hazarded a glance over to his right, and saw the incredible twin hunks of her ass flesh undulating and shaking at his chest-level. Lucas couldn’t help but think that, combined, Brooke’s two ass cheeks must have weighed close to half his own body weight. But he didn’t really know…he felt like he didn’t really know anything anymore at this point. Brooke was the captain and the ship all in one, and she was steering. 

As they left the restaurant, the image was seared into the minds of everyone there: the 7’4 goddess in bare feet, her curvy, powerful body straining the confines of her beleaguered violet dress, K-cup tits trembling and gyrating heavily in her bodice, threatening to overflow and jump out at any moment, holding her tall black heels in one hand, and her other wrapped around her trembling and hapless companion. No one even felt envious of Lucas — if any of the onlookers could have spared a thought for him, they would have only wondered how on earth he was supposed to hold himself together in such a presence…they would have feared for his sanity. 

The open air of the night felt odd and foreign against Lucas’s face as Brooke guided them out to the parking lot. He hugged her closer, squeezing the side of his cheek hard against the jiggling mass of her under-boob. The action was entirely involuntary — Lucas didn’t know why, but he was suddenly seized by fresh anxiety. He could see them approaching his car. How was he possibly going to have sex tonight!? After Brooke had already made him cum so many times already!? How could he even hope to impress her now?? He didn’t have the faintest idea how to proceed. 

“Well heeeeeere we are!” laughed Brooke, clearly taking great pleasure in exaggerating her words. She reached down and spun Lucas around with an easy twist of her large hand on his shoulder. He rotated around, finally smacking his back gently into his own car. He stared up at the fleshy apparition in front of him — she was so big, so beautiful, so impossibly proportioned and gorgeously-made, that she hardly even looked real. She grinned down at him, cocking herself to one side as she placed her hand down on her hip, spaying her fingers across her waist towards the clear imprint of her pubic triangle in her dress. She flexed her leg muscles ever so slightly, and her dress tore another inch; she giggled and stuck her chest out a little more, and suddenly two more tears developed in her bodice fabric. She flexed her stomach, and the deep violet fabric became lighter in the lamplight, as it too reached its breaking point, and began to develop micro-rips. 

Lucas’s mouth was totally dry by this point, and he somehow got himself to look up into her eyes. Her body was goddess-like, to be sure, but really, it was the glinting green of Brooke’s emerald eyes that truly gave away her post-human reality. They burned with such uncanny intelligence, such vigorous and incisive wit and perception, that they actually made Lucas tremble. Even in this helplessly prone state, however, he couldn’t help but notice that Brooke was doing something strange with her mouth — the sudden indentations in her cheeks told him that she was…sucking on something on something in her mouth. It was almost like she was gathering saliva, preparing to spit on him. Lucas would not have felt like such an action was not at all out of place in this circumstance; Brooke could do what she liked to him. But in any case, he had no idea what she was doing. 

“Well,” said Brooke, sticking her tongue in the side of her cheek as her eyes held him in place, “This is usually the part where I thank you for dinner…I guess instead, I should thank you for being a little flesh bunny for me to play around with. I knew you were submissive, Lucas, but damn — you just couldn’t help yourself tonight, could you?”

Lucas opened his mouth to try and say something, probably an attempted retort against Brooke’s accusation that he was submissive. But, as had become routine tonight when he tried to speak, nothing came out. 

“You let this get waaaayyyyy out of control, didn’t you little guy?” Brooke persisted, shaking her head slowly down at him as she spoke through that lovely, mysterious smile. “Waaaaay too far. I can already see that there’s no coming back for you now.”

“Wh-what!?” Lucas stammered, finally finding his voice. What on earth was she talking about!? 

“It’s gonna happen slowly, with you striving and fighting it all the way with that sad little ego of yours,” Brooke continued, “But eventually, it will consume you whole — I can see it, Lucas. I can see it, as clearly as I’m staring down at you now…that one day, we’ll meet again. Except this time…heheh, well, it’ll be different.” 

Brooke’s strange words were starting to awaken Lucas from his primal awe. Was there something…that had gone wrong in her head, because of the nanobots? Had they dosed her improperly with some kind of hallucinatory drug? But through his confused doubts, something even stronger punched its way through his head:

“Y-you’re…y-you’re leaving?” he asked with pitiful earnestness, his eyes going wide up at her. 

“Well yeah!” laughed Brooke casually. “It’s a Monday night after all — gotta make sure I’m well rested for work tomorrow, right?” 

Her sparkling eyes betrayed every hint of what she was saying — Brooke was mocking him.

“B-but…b-but,” sputtered Lucas. “But wh-what…what about…wh-what about — ”

“Me coming home with you?” asked Brooke, shaking her head again. “Oh no. No no no, that’s not happening.”

Lucas felt trapped in the moment. He had been so preoccupied about worrying how he was going to fulfill Brooke that he hadn’t left any room in his head to consider the possibility that she wasn’t even going to come back home with him. But now that she had spoken the reality so unabashedly out into the night air, he felt like an absolute fool for assuming anything about her. 

“God, only a few hours left,” Brooke muttered to herself, shaking her head as she looked out past Lucas, deep into the night, “And he thinks I’m gonna spend it with…heheh, oh boy.”

She spoke just loudly enough for Lucas to hear her, but gave him no chance to respond. Bringing her eyes back down to him, she widened them playfully.

“Well Lucas,” she teased, cocking her head, “It’s been real.”

“C-can’t…can’t I d-drive you h-home, at least?” begged Lucas. 

“No thank you,” said Brooke, shaking her magnificent head. “I’d rather walk…and enjoy the night to myself.”

Lucas suddenly felt a crushing sadness; this was really happening. He was really going to have to just…leave her. He wasn’t even thinking about being in the office the next day. Right now, he simply couldn’t bear to think of having to leave her presence. But her face was set, and she had left him no choice. His shoulders slumping forlornly, he turned to open the door to his car. 

“Hey wait a second,” piped up Brooke suddenly from behind him. He turned hopefully, to see that she had taken a step toward him. He was now engulfed in her shadow, staring up at the underside of her breasts. 

“Don’t you wanna give me a goodbye kiss?” Brooke’s words might have been intended to mock him, but Lucas didn’t care. He only knew, as soon as she spoke, that he wanted it to happen.

“Y-yes!” he cried out, craning his neck up to her heavenly face. He saw her green eyes seem to sparkle and flash in the lamplight as she released a lovely laugh from her luscious lips. 

“Mmmmmm,” she chuckled, bending down over him, towards his face. Lucas opened his lips and prepared for the moment — he barely noticed that Brooke was sucking her cheeks in again as she descended. But right as her face reached his, she appeared to stop sucking, and her plush lips parted in an easy, confident smile, releasing the avid muscle of her powerful tongue, as her dulcet breath washed over his face. Lucas blinked blankly, utterly vulnerable and submissive, totally overcome by having such a face so close to his own. 

Brooke paused, barely a millimeter between their lips, with her eyes traveling over his face. She was seeming to consider something. And then, quite suddenly her eyes blazed a fiery emerald and she seized the back of his head, palming it easily, and engulfed his mouth in the wet, dynamic vice of her own. Lucas felt himself forced back into his own car, and his arms grasped desperately at the air as Brooke dominated him with her kiss. Her lips completely covered his own, and his tongue was a paltry afterthought compared to the writhing, muscly python that was ravenously licking around his entire interior of his mouth, even going so far as to probe the back of his throat. Lucas gagged, and she thrust it down even further, forcing the front part of her tongue into his esophagus. And all the while, their saliva mingled, and Lucas tasted the slightly metallic flavor of Brooke’s mouth. He didn’t even think twice about it. He was too dominated…too overcome. 

After a solid thirty seconds, Brooke pulled his face away from hers. Lucas’s mouth was sagging down a bit, but immediately, Brooke placed a huge, powerful hand over his open mouth, forcing it closed. At the same time, she reached her other hand out, pinching his nose shut. Lucas instinctively tried to draw a breath, but he couldn’t — Brooke had completely blocked his airways. He started to panic, attempting to flail his arms and legs, but Brooke’s body was pressing him tightly into his car, and there was nowhere for him to go. 

“Swallow,” said Brooke down at him. Lucas’s eyes darted up fearfully at hers. Her eyes bore into his; gone was the playfulness, the teasing, the lightness. She was giving him an order, and he obeyed. He swallowed down, not understanding what all this was about. 

“Again,” said Brooke, unmoving. Lucas obeyed. 

“And…what the hell — three times for luck,” added Brooke. There was the playfulness again — but it was tinged with something else. Something dark. Lucas swallowed a third time, still having no idea what Brooke was on about, and just like that, she had released him, rising back up to her full height. 

“Well alright!” she said, grinning down at him as she clapped her palms together a couple times, as if she had just finished some work, “Take care, drive safe — see ya in the office tomorrow!” She gave the dumbfounded Lucas a wave goodbye before turning on her bare feet and going off into the night, her curves twisting and undulating with achingly erotic movements as she went.

End Notes:

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Chapter 11 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 11

“All I’m saying,” maintained Olivia, stubbornly, shifting her weight over to her left hip, “Is that either Lucas or Rick duped that poor girl into whatever it is they’re doing to her.”

“It was probably both of them, to be honest,” said Steve, eying Olivia’s healthy cleavage (which had become a habit, at this point) before flitting his glance over to Ryan.

“Yeah,” Ryan agreed, sipping his coffee as they all stood together in a little circle around Trent’s office, “Although I gotta admit, I’m not complaining, haha!” 

“You think I am!?” returned Steve, laughing. “Hey, I’m all for it, ok? More power to her! And, well..haha, you know…more for us!”

“Wow, what a predictable response from you two,” said Olivia dryly, shaking her head. “Really makes me feel great to be a woman around here.”

“Well come on Olivia,” said Ryan, slouching his shoulders slightly in a “complaining” motion, “What’d you expect? You work with a bunch of engineer nerds who’ve had trouble with women since middle school.”

“Speak for yourself,” chuckled Trent, standing up tall as he brought his coffee mug to his lips. Ryan and Steve turned to look at their taller, more dashing co-worker, and they both shrugged in assent. There was no doubt that Trent definitely didn’t fit the stereotypical “computer geek” mold. He had an impeccable sense of fashion; he always wore the best-pressed suits to work, and his cologne was tasteful and expensive. And unlike both Ryan and Steve (and James too…but as usual, James was in his office, working rather than socializing), Trent worked out regularly, which was readily apparent from the impressive muscles which were noticeable beneath his stylish clothes. 

“Yeah, come on you two,” laughed Olivia, a bit nastily, “Just because you guys are insecure little creeps doesn’t mean that you have to be to work at Braden…if you’re a man, that is.” 

At the word “man,” Olivia had looked up into Trent’s face, lowered her voice suggestively, and given him a token wink. Steve and Ryan looked on, jealous as usual. They were just as aware as anyone how out-of-reach Olivia was for them (not the least because she was engaged to someone like Chase, who everyone at the office knew from holidays parties), and it didn’t help that Olivia never seemed to pass up an opportunity to nail this point home by flirting with Trent. For her part, Olivia was just enjoying herself. She knew that she was safe enough, and attractive enough, to flirt with anyone she wanted to. She enjoyed the power trip of seeing someone as hunky and good-looking as Trent squirm in his pants. 

“Ok…ohhhh-kay Olivia,” said Trent, standing up straight and shaking his head down at her. She may have been 6 feet tall in her heels, but at 6’2, Trent was taller still, and an inch taller than Lucas. “You can just stop all that nonsense right now. I’m not going to end up on the wrong side of a fight with Chase…which, you know…is any side other than Chase’s.”

“Aw whassa matter, Trent?” teased Olivia, gently swiveling her curvy body from side to side, her red dress straining as her D-cup breasts bounced enticingly (as usual, her locket had already tumbled into the deep, black crevice of her cleavage). “Don’t you think I’m hotttt?”

“I, uh…I mean, uh, look, I’m not arguing that you’re not hot,” laughed Trent, tripping over himself for a moment before regaining his confidence and composure. He had been working on the same floor as Olivia for over a year, and he still hadn’t quite gotten used to seeing her slender, yet toned body flaunted in this freewheeling kind of way. “But I know what you’re doing, Olivia. And it’s not gonna work on me.” 

Olivia pouted playfully and retreated. This was a familiar game that she and Trent played — both of them found the other undeniably attractive, but both of them also knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of them. Besides, Olivia knew that she was just flexing her power, which was fairly easy to do around here, anyway, what with an intelligent, experienced woman like Sofia occupying a position over her, and with a prude like Lucas in charge. 

“H-how…how is Chase doing these days, anyway?” asked Steve, not quite reading the situation right, and wanting to diffuse the sexual tension between Trent and Olivia. 

“Oh Chase?” said Olivia lightly, turning to look slightly down at Steve. In her heels, Olivia was a couple inches taller than both Steve and Ryan; and while Ryan was a bit pudgy and overweight, Olivia was confident that she had Steve by a solid ten or fifteen pounds. 

“He was exhaaaaausted this morning,” sighed Olivia dreamily, looking up at the ceiling as she twirled her hair slightly. 

“That Crossfit competition really did him in, huh?” remarked Trent. 

“What?” said Olivia, not on board. “Huh? I…oh…OH, I see what you’re saying. Uh, no…that’s not why he was tired this morning.”

“Well then, why was — ohhh I see what you mean,” said Ryan, not able to hide his lascivious interest. 

“Yeah…” intoned Olivia, smiling to herself. 

The elevator door opened, and Sofia came out, looking a bit more frazzled than usual. It was more common to be at the office before anyone else, but this morning was different. She looked up at the gathered group by Trent’s office. 

“Boy, you all look hard at work,” she quipped. “By all means, continue your meeting — don’t let ME get in the way.” 

“Hey Sophia, we were just…haha, yeah, just catching up a little, is all,” chuckled Trent. But Sophia’s presence had already broken the group up — Steve and Ryan had automatically turned their feet toward their respective offices, and Olivia was just about to do the same. Sophia seemed to be in one of her no-nonsense moods, and no one wanted to start their Tuesday by pissing her off. 

But then, one of the other elevator doors dinged again, and the whole group froze in place, turning around to look. They were far too interested in getting a good look at whoever was going to come through the door — it was either going to be Lucas or Brooke, and no one even bothered to hide their sense of anticipation. Everyone knew that Lucas had basically asked Brooke out on a date the previous day…how had it gone? And perhaps more than anything else, everyone was anxious to see what Brooke looked like, now that the nanobots had been in her system for a whole other night. 

It was Lucas who walked through the double opening doors, and Trent, Ryan, and Steve all felt a small sense of disappointment. Olivia was pleased, because now she wouldn’t have to deal with the annoyance of seeing her poor junior colleague preyed upon by the helpless, shameless males…but she had to admit, there was a small part of her that had noticed that it was just past 8 o’clock, which meant that Brooke was late…again. Olivia didn’t feel jealous or vindictive towards Brooke in any way — what did she have to be jealous of, after all? But, especially after Brooke’s growth and beautification the previous day, Olivia had been feeling a sense of strange anxiety, and even foreboding, around the idea that she could be replaced as the office’s “hot one.” It was a role she enjoyed, despite its obvious annoyances. 

“Well, right on time,” said Sophia dryly, leaning back a little against the door frame of her office. “Had a bit of a late night last night?”

Lucas had his head down and attempted to shuffle past Sophia without answering. But she didn’t let him, and put an arm out to arrest his progress. Something was off…way off. Lucas was always impeccably dressed, but today was unquestionably different. His pants and shirt had obviously been pressed, his hair was slicked back with an odd kind of musky-smelling gel, and he wore a gold watch on his wrist that none of his co-workers had seen before. 

“Whoa, hold up there,” said Sophia, creasing her eyebrows together as she studied him, the rest of the group looking on. “What’s going on, Lucas?”

“What? Nothing. What’s up? What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes darting around nervously, going first to the closed door of his office, then around to everyone else, and then finally slightly down to Sophia. She looked at him closely. 

‘Jesus, he’s totally lost it,’ she thought. ‘Something happened.’

“Nothings wrong,” said Sophia carefully, her eyes not leaving his. “I just asked you a simple question, is all. How’d it go…with Brooke last night?” 

Sophia had been disgusted by Lucas’s behavior the previous day, and had not planned to allow his relationship with Brooke to get very far. Lucas was already insufferable and prone to lapses of control, but to date a young, innocent girl who he had dosed with beautifying nanobots that HE controlled!? It was a new low, even for Lucas. But now, as she stared into his eyes, Sophia could feel her empathy washing away her anger. Something was definitely up.

“Did it go badly?” asked Sophia bluntly, feeling the beginnings of relief. “Did you fire her?”

“I…wh-what?” asked Lucas, his rapid eyes finding Sophia’s again and squinting, like he was trying extra hard to translate what she was saying. “N-no…no! Fire her!? No.”

“Uhh, oh-kay,” said Sophia, sticking her chin out a little as she eyed him expectantly. “So…what, then?”

“Huh? I don’t…I don’t know,” Lucas finished cryptically, straining his head to look through the rectangular window next to his office door. He suddenly snapped his eyes back down to Sophia, leaned in closer, and whispered: “Is she here?”

“Who? Brooke?” Sophia had nothing to go on here — Lucas was acting so bizarre that she didn’t even have the rational and emotional capital to spend on lecturing him about ethical power dynamics in an office environment. 

“Y-yeah!” said Lucas, still in a whisper. “She’s…she’s here, right?”

“Uh, no…I just got here myself, but I don’t see her,” answered Sophia, “And your office looks dark, soooo…yeah.”

Lucas abruptly broke away from her and strode down the hall towards his office. Sophia could tell that he was trying, somewhere in his brain, to look confident and normal, but his mind was so obviously somewhere else, somewhere in which he was most certainly NOT in control, that the overall effect was of someone who looked like they were on the verge of a breakdown. Exchanging a worried glance with Trent and the rest of the group, Sophia followed him. She wasn’t sure if they had heard what Lucas had whispered to her, but it didn’t matter. She was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or the other.

Lucas had reached his office door and was peering carefully through the dark window, through cupped hands on the glass. Sophia came up behind him, her slightly disheveled dirty blond ponytail bouncing insistently behind her. The sound of her black heels clacking on the floor should have alerted Lucas to the fact that she was following him, but when he turned around to look at her, Sophia felt like he was literally looking through her. She had never seen him behave like this before, even when they had been in their ill-fated relationship. 

“Lucas!” she exclaimed, a little louder, narrowing her light blue eyes slightly up into his face. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?” 

“Nothing,” murmured Lucas, taking out his keys and turning the lock of the door. Sophia noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. “I’m…it’s nothing.”

As soon as the door was unlocked, Lucas eagerly pushed through, like he was in a hurry to discover something. He turned on the light and glanced around anxiously, from right to left. There was nobody there. Lucas just stood there like a pillar of salt for a few moments, taking in the fact that his office was deserted. Sophia took another step towards him from behind, looking increasingly concerned. 

‘It has to be about something with the nanobots,’ she thought to herself. ‘Something went terribly wrong.’ She could feel herself beginning to get angry again. 

“Well!” exhaled Lucas in a very different voice, clapping his hands together once and rubbing them together. “Well, well — ok…oh-kay! Well then…alright!” 

He seemed immensely cheered by something, and he picked up his briefcase, walked over to his desk, and sat down, waking up his computer like he always did. Once he was situated, he looked up at Sophia, who had not budged from her position. 

“Uhh, what’s up?” he asked, apparently back to his normal self. “You got something to say, Sophia?” 

“You…what was all that, just then?” she asked, turning her head slightly. 

“What was all what?” he asked innocently, opening his email. “Come on Sophia, don’t beat around the bush — I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, and I’m sure you do too. Can’t really afford to waste time playing guessing games.” 

“Ok,” said Sophia in a total deadpan voice, striding over to Lucas’s desk and placing both fists emphatically down as she leaned in, “I’m not playing games either. What the fuck happened with Brooke last night, and why were you acting so…fucking weird just a second ago. ‘Is she here?’ And all that business, like you were afraid of her. What, did you go too far? Huh? Did you make the bots do too much too quickly?”

Lucas’s face spasmed for a moment; he hadn’t even realized that Sophia knew about the remote, but then again, why wouldn’t she? She had probably gone and talked to Rick about it…which reminded him — Rick! He needed to talk to Rick…as soon as possible…his mind was a whirl…he had no idea what expression he was making right now…he looked up into Sophia’s piercing eyes, now hardened in…anger? He couldn’t tell. But he couldn’t give away what had happened…he couldn’t…he couldn’t…

“Look, Sophia?” he said in what was intended to be a patronizing voice, as he slowly blinked up at her. “What happens between me and…and Brooke isn’t really your business, now, is it?” He suddenly got the idea that maybe lighthearted humor would get him out of all this, and he adopted a sly grin. “What, you jealous? You wanna start things up again, you and me?” 

Sophia blinked down once, unsmiling, and Lucas felt his insides drop a little. That wasn’t going to work on her. He decided to adopt the professional, rational approach, and he leaned back in his chair, putting his fingers together.

“Ok, ok, bad joke…but in any case, I think you’ve…misread the situation, Sophia. It’s fine! Everything’s fine.” He suddenly got a great idea, and glanced at the clock on his computer: 8:04. 

“Well, almost fine,” he added, warming inside himself. “Brooke’s already 4 minutes late and counting so…yeah, that’s not ideal. But hopefully she’ll learn.”

Sophia looked at him suspiciously for several more long moments, and Lucas looked right back, a slight smile on his face, as he blinked innocently. He knew that she only had a few seconds for her silent power-play stares like this, and he was confident that he would be up to the task of resisting them. Brooke was late, which Lucas knew meant only one of two possibilities: either she was gone forever, or…

He opened his messages, taking vigorous delight in Sophia’s exasperated huff as she turned and abruptly left his office. As soon as she was gone, he called Rick.

“So?” came Rick’s eager voice, immediately picking up. 

“She’s not here yet,” breathed Lucas, wiping his brow . “They must have died off inside her. How long did you estimate?”

“Three/four days,” said Rick’s. “But I wasn’t sure, you know?”



“Y-yeah!” exclaimed Lucas, slightly loosening his necktie to let out a furnace of nervous heat. “I…was afraid she’d be…you know…”

“Waiting for you there, yeah,” said Rick. Clearly, they had already been talking much earlier that morning. “But she’s not even there? You’re sure?”

“Trust me Rick,” said Lucas, looking around the office at everyone, who had all gone back to work, “If she was here…everyone would know. That kind of…you…you can’t hide that kind of…she wouldn’t be able to hide.”

“Yeah, it sounds like it,” chuckled Rick. “Well damn, partner, this is just going better than expected — the bots dying off is a good sign. It means that she’ll be ready for the second-generation doses right around this afternoon, as long…as long as…well, shit! Speak of the devil! 

“What?!” asked Lucas, suddenly alarmed at his colleague’s last words. “Wh-what…what are you talking about, Rick!?”

“And how are you this morning, young lady?” came Rick’s voice through the other end of the phone. Lucas’s blood froze in his veins; muffled in the background came a quiet female voice, answering indistinctly. 

“Is that…who are you talking to, Rick!?” demanded Lucas in a furious whisper. 

“Well you’re looking good, I can tell you that!” laughed Rick, clearly enjoying himself. “Uh-huh! Well, isn’t that something? You got HOW big?”

“Rick! RICK!!!” screamed Lucas in a desperate whisper, into his phone. “Stop talking to her!! Tell her…TELL HER…to come to ME…RIGHT NOW!” 

“Aha, well, that’s quite something, isn’t it?” laughed Rick. “Uhh, well listen, Brooke, I’m actually on the phone with Lucas right now…yes…and we’re talking about that very subject. Yes! Yes, exactly! When will they be ready? Well, it’s like I was just telling your boss here, I was thinking that the next batch would be ready by this aftern—”

But Rick’s voice abruptly trailed away as Lucas launched himself up from his desk and sprinted out of his office, toward Rick’s office in the laboratory. He didn’t care that his colleagues might see him like this. He had to get to them…get to them before Brooke started spilling the beans about what had happened the previous night. 

In about twenty seconds, he reached Rick’s office, but right before he got there, his heart had nearly seized in his chest. The last time he had seen Brooke, she had been…a literal goddess, graced with unearthly beauty that far surpassed what Lucas had believed possible. But Rick’s tone on the phone just now…there was no way that Brooke still looked like that. But there was a certain lightness in his colleague’s voice that made him think that even though the nanobots had died in her system, she hadn’t lost all her attributes. As Lucas entered the lab, and rounded the corner of Rick’s office, his heart was as tight as a drum. 

Then he saw them — Rick was standing there, hunched forward in his white lab coat, his smiling face eagerly peering at Brooke…Brooke…yes, it was her…it was her standing there. Lucas felt a whole range of strange and conflicting emotions, and for a moment, he almost teared up, though he had no idea why. She was still relatively tall…taller than she had been before, but now a…well, a manageable height, at least as far as Lucas was concerned. The top of her head was essentially even with Lucas’s eyes — a quick glance down at her feet showed that she wasn’t wearing any heels. And yes…YES! She was…largely back to normal! Lucas closed his eyes deeply and breathed the first truly real sigh of relief that morning. She was dressed almost as frumpily as she had been before (a rumpled dress that was a bit too big, with loose-ish white stockings), although Lucas had to admit that her brunette hair looked sleeker and better than it had before. Her breasts looked pleasantly plump and heavy, an obvious twin bulge on her chest, though nothing like what she had been the night before; Lucas couldn’t help but linger on them for a moment, since they looked like large, healthy C-cups. And then…oh yes, her ass was definitely bigger than it had been, and the curve and sway of her hips was actually noticeable now. She had most certainly changed for the better, but Lucas was delighted to see that the awkward way she was standing, combined with the clashing look of her polyester white briefcase, indicated that Brooke had indeed regressed…back to something he could control. 

“Ah! Lucas!” came Rick’s pleasant greeting as he looked up from talking to Brooke. “Perfect timing!”

As Rick spoke, Brooke turned slowly around, and Lucas felt himself screech to a halt. Those eyes…her eyes…they were still green. They definitely weren’t the dazzling oceans of molten emerald they had been before…(‘of course they’re not!’ said Lucas to himself, slightly annoyed), but they were…strikingly different from what they had been before. There was no way around it: Brooke had pretty eyes. But her face had largely reverted to its previous and unspectacular contours. She definitely wasn’t bad-looking, or plain, as she had been before, but…well, Lucas definitely didn’t find himself lacking confidence around her, that was for sure. But those eyes, though…they threw him off a little…and reminded him of… 

“Brooke here was just asking about the nanobots!” said Rick cheerily, putting his hand on Brooke’s shoulder, who smiled a little awkwardly. It suddenly occurred to Lucas that Rick would actually consider “this” Brooke to be pretty hot. 

‘But that’s Rick for you,’ thought Lucas to himself, shaking his head internally as he smiled. But he quickly realized that he was smiling directly at Brooke, who was returning his expression with an eager grin of her own. She even blinked her eyes several times, slowly, deliberately, in his direction. 

‘Oh no,’ Lucas thought, ‘She thinks…haha, oh wow. She’s gonna try and flirt with me now!?’

“Oh was she, now?” asked Lucas, putting his hands on his hips as he inhaled and drew himself up to his full height. “Well, that’s all well and good, Brooke, but did you think to check what time it was?”

“It’s…uhh…no I didn’t check,” she said nervously, though still with that same little smile on her face. 

“Well, how about you tell me what time it is now?” asked Lucas, plowing on ahead as he warmed to the occasion. 

“It’s…it’s wait, lemme check,” said Brooke awkwardly, setting down her briefcase and starting to fumble through it. “I know I put my phone somewhere in here, I swear.”

“It’s 8:07, Brooke,” said Lucas, making sure to infuse his voice with enough benevolence to soften his words. “And what time are you supposed to be in my office?”

“8 o’clock sharp,” Brooke answered, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment, despite the silly grin still plastered on her face. 

“8 o’clock sharp,” repeated Lucas, nodding his head slowly up and down. “And we’re gonna try and do a little better with that, now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke quickly. “I was just…just you know, asking Rick about…about the — ”

“I heard! Over the phone!” said Lucas, maintaining his sunny disposition, despite the fact that he could feel himself cracking a little inside. How much had she told Rick about the previous night? 

“And I hope you know, Brooke,” continued Lucas, “That any particulars of our nanobot experim — our nanobot program…are to be shared with both Rick AND me…at the same time. We don’t want to be having to deal with any miscommunications, now, do we?”

“No sir!” answered Brooke, shaking her head. Lucas could feel himself getting annoyed at her — he wished she would wipe that dumb smile off her face. It wasn’t like she looked like anything particularly special anymore. 

‘And besides,’ he reminded himself, ‘What she looked like before…that was all me, anyway! I did that to HER!’ 

“Eh, well, anyway,” cut in Rick, not quite understanding, and clearly wanting to get back to the particulars of the nanobots, “I was just telling Brooke that we’ll have the second-generation of the bots ready for injection this afternoon.”

“Injection?” asked Lucas, not able to prevent betraying that he was not as intimately involved with the project’s technical particulars as he had initially let on. He wondered if Brooke was smart enough to notice that kind of thing…

“Oh yeah!” said Rick, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “You’ll love it, Lucas — my team and I have been hard at work, and this new generation of bots work differently, and are injected straight into the bloodstream. They’re a lot more autonomous, which means you won’t have a…”

And here, Rick covertly mimed pressing a remote. Lucas nodded silently, again wondering how much Brooke knew…how much she remembered. 

“And anyway, we can get into all of the particulars right now if you want!” exclaimed Rick. 

“Actually, could you give us twenty minutes?” asked Lucas, suddenly seizing on this opportunity to reassert his authority. “I’m excited to hear all the details, Rick, but first I need to have a quick little chat with Brooke in my office.”

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Chapter 12 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 12

Lucas’s slow, confident trek back to his office could not have been more different from his panicked sprint to the laboratory only moments before. He was holding his head high, with his shoulders thrown back in a display of almost-swaggering self-assurance. He knew Brooke was following along behind him, but he did not turn to engage her in conversation — from that playful, flirtatious smile that had been plastered across her face ever since she had seen him, Lucas had gathered that she remembered at least some of the previous night, and had evidently enjoyed herself. That was the first order of business, Lucas decided to himself, as he neared his open office door: set everything straight with this girl. 

“Ok Brooke,” said Lucas, exhaling loudly as he rounded his desk and lowered himself deliberately into his black leather chair, leaning back in it just like he had done days ago for the interviews. “Close the door behind you, please, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all Mr. Mineur,” came Brooke’s answer, obviously fraught with suggestive undertones. Lucas watched her turn her back to him as she pulled the door shut, once again taking the opportunity to admire her backside, despite how unstylishly dressed she was. He blinked and snapped his eyes back up to her head, which was now turning around toward him. The last thing he needed to do was have her catching him looking at her body — if that dumb grin of hers was any indication, she wouldn’t need much to fuel her amorous advances. 

“Now, let’s get one thing straight,” said Lucas, not even asking Brooke to sit down. He wanted to re-emphasize the power dynamic in their relationship. “Whatever happened last night…we’re not going to talk about it to anyone, ok Brooke?”

She blinked her eyes slowly at him, and Lucas felt a definite stab of irritation — she wasn’t taking any of this seriously. She was literally batting her eyes at him, expecting to have the same effect as she did when she was…well, when she literally wasn’t human anymore. 

“Why nottttt?” she asked playfully, bringing a finger up to her brunette hair and twirling it around, in a way that she clearly thought was sexy. “I enjoyed myself last night!”

“I…look, what happened last night was…a bad mistake, ok?” said Lucas emphatically. “A…an unfortunate malfunction of…of some of the technology, alright?”

“Malfunction?” asked Brooke, narrowing her green eyes slightly. “I…thought it was all on purpose. You were pressing that remote in your pocket, Lucas. I remember.” 

“I…ok,” said Lucas, backtracking a little. He had hoped that his lie would go right over Brooke’s head, but now, apparently, he had to deal with the fact that her memory of the previous night was quite clear, at least in parts. Lucas realized that he needed to subtly, but definitively, get straight what she remembered and what she didn’t. 

“So,” he said, inclining his head sideways as he forced himself to look composed, “How much of last night…do you actually remember, Brooke?”

Her cheeks quickly reddened, and a sheepish grin crept across her face. She looked to the side, like she was embarrassed, but in a way that she enjoyed despite herself. 

‘Oh no,’ though Lucas.

“Wellll…a lot of it, actually,” said Brooke slowly, her green eyes finding his again. She dropped her briefcase down beside her feet and took a couple steps up to his desk, until she was almost right up against it. Very deliberately, she leaned down, putting her fisted knuckles on the wood of his desk as she provided him with a consciously overt view of her cleavage, which, despite having shrunk considerably, was still nothing to scoff at. For a split second, Lucas got lost in the heavy downward sway of each of her breasts, but it didn’t take much self-control for him to dismiss his animal instincts. Brooke was a 5 out of 10 right now, tops…and it irritated him that she was behaving like an 8 or 9. 

“I remember growing…a WHOLE lot…everywhere,” she said in a low voice, that was meant as a coo, cut only came out in an awkwardly low octave. “I remember getting soooo big that my dress like…literally started tearing.”

“Yes, yes, I remember all that,” said Lucas brusquely, waving with his hand. “What else?”

“Mmmmm, well, I remember…getting smarter than you, haha! You were totally embarrassed! It was suuuper cute, actually. Although, well…I don’t really remember a lot of the, um, particulars of what all I was thinking when I…when I hit that point.”

“Do you remember when we talked about…about Buckminsterfullerene?” asked Lucas, trying desperately to hide the agonized eagerness in his voice. He was testing the extent of her brain — she certainly seemed more on top of it than she had been when she first came to Braden…

“About what?” asked Brooke, furrowing her brow in puzzlement. 

“Buckminsterfullerene,” repeated Lucas, sighing in relief even as he enjoyed himself saying the long word out loud.

“Is that…an actual word?” chuckled Brooke. 

“Uh, yes…yes, it’s an actual word,” remarked Lucas, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “Ok, so anyway, tell me what else you remember. Let’s keep this rolling.” 

“I remember you…uh, heheh…uhhh — ” And here Brooke rotated her head slowly on her neck, looking at him sideways. 

‘What is she doing?’ thought Lucas exasperatedly. ‘Is this how she thinks you’re supposed to flirt?’

“Well come on Brooke, what is it?” asked Lucas, rotating his hand in a “hurry-it-up” motion. 

“It’s just, kinda funny, is all,” she said, looking down on him kindly, though with that same unswervingly flirtatious sparkle in her eyes. “You were soooo excited to take me out to dinner and…and impress me, and…haha, and then I ended up just calling you out! Remember? About Rick being the real expert for the project and you just being the — ”

“Ok, ok, that’s enough of that,” interrupted Lucas, putting up his hand. She had him going now, and even as he reminded himself to keep his cool, he had to say something here. 

“I hope you realize, Brooke, that your…little comments about all that last night just…could not be further from the truth, ok?”

“It’s ok Lucas,” laughed Brooke, shaking her head down at him. “You’re so tense! I don’t care if you’re not the smartest person in the office. It doesn’t matter!”

“I…ok, let’s just…for the record, you don’t know what you’re talking about, Brooke, but we’ll just leave it at that,” said Lucas, feeling his face turn red with frustration. “Anything else you remember?”

“Ohh…yessss,” said Brooke, leaning in even further down toward Lucas. He saw the pleasing contours of her body descending toward him, and there was a slight jump in his pants, but…she just wasn’t attractive enough to just play him like that. Not anymore. 

“Well?” asked Lucas, telegraphing the fact that he was not impressed with every syllable of his body language. 

“I remember…making you cum in your pants,” laughed Brooke dirtily, showing her slightly-crooked teeth as she giggled down at him. “More than once, actually.”

Lucas’s eyes went wide, and for several seconds, it wasn’t possible to play off his panic. He had been hoping, almost praying, that she had forgotten those parts of the night, but she hadn’t…and that was why she was acting this way now. 

“Yeah, you were just sooooo hard down there in your pants, and…and about ready to just, like…explode,” continued Brooke, in her best attempt at talking dirty. She shimmied her hips back and forth, sending her breasts swaying right to left, and then left to right, as she crouched down even closer to him. Lucas knew that he needed to re-assert himself, and fast. 

“Ok Brooke, ok, yes…I was…clearly affected by the artificial pheromones that the nanobots induced in your pituitary and the underpores of your dermis. More affected than I anticipated, to be honest, but when you’re dealing with single-nucleotide polymorphisms, there’s…well, there’s a lot more research that needs to be done about their effects. But that’s why we have you, Brooke, right?”

Lucas’s plan had worked, at least temporarily. He had more or less been speaking gibberish just now, but he had succeeded in reminding Brooke that he was smarter than her again, although the prospect that he wasn’t actually smarter still hung threateningly in the back of his mind. The IQ tests later in the day would set that fear to rest, surely. And besides, there it was: that confused look on her face. He had successfully redirected her playful flirtations. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah that’s right,” she said, nodding her head, clearly not understanding what he had just said. 

“Well alright, so that’s all you remember,” said Lucas in a flourish, wishing to end this conversation so he could go over Brooke’s new job responsibilities, as his secretary, “We can move on to — ”

“Wait!” interrupted Brooke. “There’s one more thing I remember.”

“What is it, Brooke?” asked Lucas irritatedly, closing his eyes and bringing his fingers to the top of his nose, like he had done a number of times with her already…when she was different. He was trying to recreate the past with this motion, but even as he did it, he realized that it was already out of place. Brooke was grinning suggestively down at him again, totally unfazed by his condescension. 

“I remember…breastfeeding you.” 

Her words went through Lucas like a sudden cortege of daggers, and once again, totally independent of his own will, his eyes snapped back up to hers. Her face was leaning down towards his, closer than ever, only about two feet away. 

“Right out in the open…can you believe that?” Brooke persisted, her green eyes going wide with pleasure. “I didn’t really care at the time, haha, and you sure didn’t either! I was so much bigger and stronger than you by that point…I was, like, cupping your head to my breast. And oh my god did it feel good.” 

Lucas couldn’t help it — they were too close — his eyes darted down to Brooke’s hanging breasts, and she caught him. 

“You wanna touch them again?” she asked, her low voice now actually taking on something of a throaty hoarseness. “Here, let me help you.”

In a quick motion that Lucas did not anticipate, Brooke reached out, caught Lucas by his right hand, and started pulling it up to touch her breast. Lucas felt the side of his hand brush the warm fabric of her bra before he collected himself enough to yank his hand away. 

“Brooke! No!” he barked, sounding much more frazzled than he had intended. In addition to the obvious shock of Brooke's blatant and aggressive flirtation, Lucas had noticed that Brooke’s grip was a lot stronger than he had expected. He stared at her with his mouth half-open for a few moments, the pure audacity of her behavior rendering him temporarily speechless. 

“Aw, but Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke in an affected drawl, “Don’t you remember how much you lovvvved it last night?” She was pressing herself up against his desk now, and the soft, insistent sound of her dress against the desk melted into the air. She was actually rubbing herself up against his desk, going up and down rhythmically. 

“Don’t you want me to breastfeed you again?” she pressed on, pouting her lips at him. “Wouldn’t it just be so nice to have that happen all over?”

“B-Brooke…I — ” stammered Lucas, his heartbeat beginning to rage, like the situation, out of control. He had to stop it now; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath inward, reminding himself that this was not the Brooke from last night. He opened his eyes, and her silly little toothy grin was all he needed as a reminder. 

“Look,” Lucas said, convincing himself that he was now firmly in control, “This is exactly why I brought you here, Ms…uh, Brooke. I could already tell, in Rick’s office, that you had…had gotten the wrong idea about whatever you think this is, between you and me.” 

Brooke stood there, blinking her eyes blankly, and Lucas persevered. 

“What we’re dealing with here, Brooke, is a groundbreaking new technology, ok? And…considering that we have no blueprint we’re working from, you know, there are bound to be certain instances when things go a little “off script” for a minute. Because, you see, we’re writing the script, ok? And…and last night, uh, things got a little crazy. Call it my fault if you want. That’s fine; I can accept that. I let things go a little overboard because, well…let’s just say that I got a little carried away with how…how well the nanobots seemed to be working, alright? If you’re an inventor, you’re bound to get carried away by your own cleverness from time to time. I mean, haha, look at Frankenstein! This isn’t anything new. But…Brooke, and here this is very important, it’s essential that you not forget your place in all of this, ok? You did a wonderful and brave thing, agreeing to offer yourself for this project, but that does NOT mean that, as my secretary, we can have an improper relationship. We run a pretty tight ship around here at Braden, and one thing I will not tolerate is employees dating each other. It’s bad for productivity, and ultimately bad for morale. Do I make myself clear?” 

Brooke stood there, still leaning against Lucas’s desk, and for several long moments, she didn’t say anything, blinking her eyes in confusion. A couple times, she opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again, each time looking more and more puzzled. Lucas could see her brain working, trying to make sense of everything he had just said. He knew in his heart that he was doing her wrong, that what he had just said was anything but fair to the poor girl. But the fact was that he cared more about his own standing in the office, and maintaining the status quo, than about the temporary confusion of this hapless intern who had managed to stumble her way into his brilliant invention. He kept his eyes locked up at her, even leaning back again in his chair as he put his fingers together, the telltale broadcast of his authority. 

Brooke blinked again and narrowed her eyes at him; her expression had changed in an instant, from confusedly staring around the room to intensely scrutinizing Lucas’s face. He set his own expression in stone. She was not going to make him budge an inch, he was sure of that. And to think that, looking like she did now, she had any kind of sway over him (except for maybe her body looking a little above average), well…Lucas managed to allow himself to feel frustrated and insulted. 

“But…Mr. Mineur, I thought — ” Brooke started, but Lucas didn’t let her get any further. 

“No “buts” Brooke,” he cut in, shaking his head back and forth emphatically. “This is my final word on the matter. What happened last night is in the past, and we are not going to speak of it again, either in this office or anywhere else. Do you understand?”

Brooke bowed her head a little, and for an instant, Lucas felt a twinge of pity for her. It really wasn’t fair, what he was doing to her. But no one had forced her into anything, he reminded himself. But the pity evaporated when he saw Brooke’s twinkling eyes emerge from her bowed position, shooting him a look that he knew was intended to be sexy. 

“Ok Mr. Mineur,” Brooke said with a hint of a smile, squinting her left eye strangely at him. “Whatever you say.”

‘Did she just…try to wink at me?’ thought Lucas. In any case, he felt his organs sink a little as he realized how Brooke was reacting to all of this — he hadn’t quite gotten through to her. She thought all of this was some kind of…weird game. He knew that the labor of keeping her in line had just begun. And so now, of course, was the time to impress upon her the reality of her position. 

“Alright!” he said brightly, clapping his hands together as he allowed himself to fall forward in his chair. “So now, first thing’s first — just to re-emphasize, what time will you be here tomorrow?”

“8 o’clock sharp!” answered Brooke crisply. 

“Correct,” said Lucas. “And I hope this is the last time I have to remind you of that. Now, when you get here, the first thing that I want you to do is put on a pot of coffee in the break room. You…do know how to make coffee, don’t you?”

“Sure do!” she responded, smiling. “How do you take your coffee?”

“I…well, I was just getting there,” said Lucas, pleased that Brooke had already caught on. “A little cream and a little sugar, alright? Not too much, not too little. It might be trial and error for a couple days, but I’m confident you’ll eventually catch on.”

“I’m confident too!” replied Brooke, rocking back and forth a little on her feet as she stood up proudly to her full height. Lucas knew that she was meaning to thrust her chest forward, but he ignored her without too much trouble. 

“So! Once you’ve made my coffee,” he continued, “I want you to check to see if I’ve received any important calls or mail. You’ll then make a list of people I need to call back, in descending order of importance.”

“Descending…so…the most important people at the top of the list, right?” said Brooke. 

“Right!” said Lucas, nodding condescendingly. 

“Haha, just checking!” giggled Brooke, blushing a little as she folded her forearms together in front of her, squishing her C-cups together. “That kind of stuff can be a little confusing, you know? Ascending order…descending order…haha, you have to watch yourself!”

“Yes, ok, so after you do all those things,” said Lucas, brushing by Brooke’s comment, “You can take a little time to yourself over there at your desk, knowing the whole time, of course, that if the phone rings, you’ll be answering it directly. Understood?”

“Oh wow, so you mean I can write in my digital diary or work on my crosswords?!” Brooke asked excitedly. 

“Uh, sure, yeah, whatever you want, within reason, of course,” said Lucas. Brooke’s mention of her diary had plucked a string somewhere in Lucas’s brain. Brooke wrote in it all the time…and now Lucas couldn’t help but wonder…had she written in it last night?!

“Oooo good!” cried Brooke, going over to her desk and putting her briefcase down. She promptly took out her laptop, opened it, and started typing away, glancing over at Lucas with flirtatious stealth. 

“I…didn’t say that you could write in your diary now,” said Lucas, rolling his eyes. “But!” he added quickly, before Brooke could close her laptop, “There's no reason why you can’t keep it open. We just…we need to go talk to Rick first about the next dose of nanobots. In fact, why don’t you go ahead and walk on down there to the lab, alright? I just need to check a couple emails real quick, but I’ll be right behind you.” 

“So I can just…leave this here?” asked Brooke, putting her open laptop down on her desk. 

“Of course!” laughed Lucas. “This Braden, Brooke, not wherever it was that you interned before. We’re all professionals around here.” 

“Yes, well…this certainly is a very nice place to work,” said Brooke, shooting Lucas a long, slow gaze as she rose deliberately, taking care to brush extra-close past his desk on her way out. 

“See you in a minute,” she chirped, turning and flipping her brunette hair in an attempted imitation of a shampoo commercial. 

Lucas watched her go, shaking his head. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered to himself, “She’s gonna be a handful.” 

He watched her go; her ass still had some bounce to it, but she wasn’t quite anywhere close to the level she had been at this point in the day, 24 hours ago. 

“5 out of 10, tops,” he reminded himself. She was going down the wrong side of the hallway, past Sophia’s office, but Lucas figured she’d eventually find her way to the lab. In the meantime…

He glanced over at her open laptop, and getting up from his desk, he carefully closed his door and locked it. His heart was beating a lot faster than he expected as he rounded Brooke’s desk and looked down at her open diary. The cursor blinked at him…”Tuesday: So I think I have a crush on” was all it said. Lucas rolled his eyes again…but besides what Brooke had written, there was an empty white page…but his eyes caught the sidebar, and saw that it was at the bottom of the page. There was a lot more above. He reached down and carefully pressed the “up” button. Immediately, the cursor skipped to the previous page, and Lucas felt everything pause inside his body. It was just a page…of gibberish. Solid blocks of text with no spaces in between them…letters, numbers, and strange symbols all squashed together in a cohesive rectangle of text. Lucas puzzled over all this — what on earth was it!? There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, and yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, Lucas felt like there was nothing haphazard about it. It was a code of some kind. He kept scrolling upward, and was met with still more blocks of text, all gibberish. And on it on it went; he scrolled up for some 30 pages, until the blocks of text abruptly ended, and began to resemble a normal diary. He scrolled down a bit more, to where the date would be for the gibberish. “Monday: A lot taller and curvier…Lucas asked me out to dinner tonight…I wonder…I wonder how far…how much…?” 

There was a space after this entry, and then, just before the epic block of gibberish began, two sentences that made Lucas stop dead in his tracks.

“Good morning, Lucas — no doubt you’re reading this the morning after. Silly man, don’t you know we’re all professionals at Braden? ;)

Lucas slapped the laptop shut, breathing hard. He hated that his cock had gotten erect, but he could HEAR the Brooke from the previous night mocking him. She had predicted his every move, including the pathetic little lie he had told to Brooke to reassure her. He felt so exposed and…simplistic. For several long moments, he just stood there, breathing hard as he stared down at the laptop. He realized that he needed to hurry up and go to the lab, and he nearly left before he remembered that he needed to leave everything as Brooke had left it. Feeling his stomach tighten up, he opened her laptop back up, did his best to ignore everything the “Goddess Brooke” had written, and left the cursor where it had been before. 

He stumbled out into the hallway, his mind uncomfortably garbled. Reading Brooke’s diary had given him a nasty jolt, and he still wished that he could just get a fucking handle on his heart beat, which was pounding uncomfortably in his ears. He got the distraction he needed, however, when he heard Sophia’s voice and saw that she was standing there, talking with Brooke outside her office. 

Lucas felt a sweep of panic, but then remembered that he had no reason to believe that Brooke wouldn’t honor his command not to talk about the previous night with anyone. He straightened himself up and walked confidently over to them. 

“Oh, but those clothes that we got you over the weekend!” Sophia was saying, eyeing Lucas carefully as he strode up to them. “Why aren’t you wearing them?”

“Ah, haha, yeah, well, I tried them on this morning,” chuckled Brooke apologetically, “But they don’t fit anymore. They’re just a little too big.” 

“Aw, well honey, not to worry,” said Sophia, looking at Lucas hard in the face, “I’m sure that will change here sooner or later.” 

“Well not if we dilly dally around in the hallways instead of going to the lab like I told you to,” said Lucas with a firm, paternal incline of his head toward Brooke, causing her to blush in embarrassment. 

“I was the one who accosted her out in the hallway, Lucas,” said Sophia. “So don’t berate the girl.” 

“Sorry, love to talk,” said Lucas, proceeding on down the hallway and indicating to Brooke to follow him, “But some of us have work to do.”

“Oh nice,” intoned Sophia in a sarcastic drawl. Usually she had more of a comeback, but it was clear that she was using her energy to study the situation. Lucas could tell she knew something was off, but he wasn’t going to stick around and let Sophia pick him apart. 

A minute later, they were back in the lab, and Rick was excitedly showing them a prototype of the second generation of bots, under an electron microscope. 

“So…the original bots?” asked Brooke slowly, “They just…died inside me?”

“Well, “turned off permanently,” is a more accurate way to say it,” corrected Rick. “I got the idea that, after a few days, the natural processes of your body would neutralize the bots. And don’t worry — they’re so small that they’re easily filtered out of your body when they’re rendered inactive.”

“Natural processes of my body, huh?” Brooke seemed interested to know more, so Rick eagerly gave it to her, with Lucas watching on, wishing privately that he had played more a part in the construction of the nanobots than he actually had. 

“Well yes!” exclaimed Rick. “And actually, I think this was one of my better ideas. Since I knew that our first test subject was going to be a woman — ”

But here, Lucas snapped his head up, giving Rick a sharp look. Rick opened and closed his mouth nervously; he had just divulged to Brooke something that both he and Lucas had intended to keep a secret. But Brooke just blinked and kept staring, and Rick gave Lucas a slight nod, as if to say, ‘She didn’t catch it.’

“So anyway, you, being a woman, Brooke, yes?”

“Uh-huh,” said Brooke, nodding. 

“For you specifically, since you were going to be out first test subject, I thought specifically about how women’s bodies work biologically.”

Rick paused, and Lucas sighed, rotating his hand in the universal “hurry it up” motion. He didn’t know why he was feeling irritated at Rick; maybe it was his partner’s enthusiasm, or the sheer breadth of his knowledge…or, whatever…something. Lucas just wanted him to get on with it so the injection could happen. 

“And I remembered,” continued Rick impressively, “That estradiol, like other steroids, is derived from cholesterol. And cholesterol, being a lipid, of course, would add a protective macrobiomolecule shield to specifically-electro-signalled nanobots. “Protective,” of course, until a programmed jolt of electromagnetic radiation goes off and “shocks” the entire lipid shield around the nanobot, immediately short-circuiting it and turning it off for good.”

“So…estradiol?” asked Brooke uncertainly. 

“Estrogen! Estrogen!” exclaimed Rick excitedly. “Estradiol is the main female sex hormone in estrogen.”

“So the bots turned off…because I’m a woman?” asked Brooke, an understanding smile brightening her face. Lucas had to admit, even though she definitely wasn’t nearly as attractive, her face had improved. That smile…

“Precisely!” laughed Rick, giving her a “thumbs up.” Pretty cool, huh? Almost, like…poetic, right?

“Very nice, Rick, very nice,” said Lucas, chuckling down his envy of his colleague’s brilliance. “But you have us on pins and needles here. Tell us about this second-generation batch you’ve made.”

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Chapter 13 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 13

“Well, without tooting my own horn too much,” laughed Rick, standing up and inflating himself through his nose with a breath of pride, “These new bots are EONS beyond what we had before.”

‘Huh, and so soon?’ thought Lucas, looking at Rick with half-awe, half-jealousy. Had Rick really managed to come up with an augmented technology…over the weekend!? Lucas knew Rick was brilliant, and he knew he could become obsessive once he was working on a project he loved, but…well, Lucas couldn’t quite help but feel inferior in the wake of Rick’s enthusiasm. 

“Eons?” asked Brooke, laughing a little. “What’s that mean?”

“It just means that these new bots are MUCH more advanced than the ones before,” said Lucas quickly, standing up straight and adopting a paternalistic tone.

“More advanced?” asked Brooke, glancing up at Lucas. “Than the ones before?” 

Lucas felt his heart skip a beat — he knew what Brooke was thinking about. She was thinking that if the first bots could do…THAT to her, then what were THESE bots going to do?! Lucas felt himself start to panic a little; he had already told Rick about how out-of-control the previous night had been, but he had mentioned nothing of the sexual content. He inclined his head slightly, giving Brooke a warning look, and she glanced down slightly at the floor, looking at nothing in particular, as if pondering. A little smile spread across her face, and she glanced back up at Lucas, giving him a wink. Lucas exhaled…he knew that she was reassuring him that the secret was safe. But he didn’t like the control she had over the situation…and he didn’t like her winking at him like that. 

“Ohhhh yes!” exclaimed Rick, redirecting their attention to the projected image from the electron microscope. “These bots are way more…uh, fluid and…and robust. With the first batch, you know, I just wanted to make sure that…well, that the bots wouldn’t harm you, Brooke. That’s been…haha, the issue, you know, before.”

“Harm me?” asked Brooke, breaking into a wide smile. “Hahaha, no they didn’t harm me, they — ”

“I think,” interrupted Lucas, chuckling as he put his hand on Brooke’s shoulder, “We all know what they did to you, Brooke.”

“And I was so encouraged,” continued Rick, “That I just made a few little tweaks on the original design, and boom! We’ve got the second generation prototype that you see here, all ready for injection!” 

“What are those little, um…prongs on the bot there?” asked Brooke curiously, pointing to the enlarged image. 

“Mmmm, very nice, Brooke!” clapped Rick excitedly, nodding his head. “That's part of the new design — now that I know the bots are safe, there’s no need for a planned jolt of electromagnetic radiation to deactivate them. Those prongs that you see are the bot’s “signal towers,” as it were, to help communicate between the bots when there’s going to be a timed activation.” 

“Timed?” asked Brooke. “So you mean…that’s how the bots are going to work now? There’s not going to be a…”

And here, Brooke glanced up at Lucas again, who didn’t even bother to return her gaze. He was staring hard at the enlarged design of the nanobot prototype, hoping that this point of the conversation would pass by unnoticed if he didn’t behave any differently. He knew that Brooke was talking about the remote, and he knew that if he made eye contact with her, she’d just wink at him again. He privately chastised himself, hating the fact that he had let himself get so out of control the previous night. 

“Nope, no remote this time,” said Rick, a little shortly, looking sideways at Lucas. There was no need for Rick to dwell any more on that…Lucas had already made it abundantly clear that he couldn’t be trusted with a remote again. 

“But anyway,” Rick continued, brightening up again, “This way is SO much better, because there’s no need for outside control! The bots will be activated every morning at 8am sharp, according to the official time of the 5071A caesium beam clocks at the US Naval Observatory in Washington, D.C., since, you know, I inserted a microscopic hydrogen maser into each of the bot’s master cores that locks onto the electromagnetic — ”

“Ok Rick, so, you know, the basic idea,” interrupted Lucas, coming around behind Brooke and gently but firmly gripping her upper arms, “Is that once you inject the bots, Brooke here is going to experience…changes…at 8am sharp…every morning, right?”

“Right, right, sorry!” laughed Rick, waving his hand in front of his face and shaking his head. “I get too excited, I know!”

“Aw, I was enjoying it!” said Brooke genuinely. “Even if I couldn’t understand it.”

“The important point for you, Brooke,” said Lucas down to her, bending his head slightly towards her, “Is that you NEED to be in my office by 8am every morning.”

“Mmmm, and why is that?” asked Brooke, her voice suddenly sultry. Lucas realized that he had already pushed his “paternal” personal contact too far, and that Brooke was starting to openly flirt with him in front of Rick. He let go of her shoulders and walked back around to join Rick, facing her. 

“Because!” said Rick (and here, Lucas was glad Rick was speaking — the two science men, facing Brooke down…it made Lucas feel like everything was where it belonged), “Lucas will need to measure the changes as they happen every day!” 

“Measure?” asked Brooke slowly, her eyes going back and forth between Rick and Lucas. “You mean?”

“Yes Brooke,” said Lucas, nodding, trying his best to sound natural and informative, “You’ll be…growing…just a little bit…every morning.”

“Growing?!” exclaimed Brooke, her eyes going wide with excitement. “Like last time?!”

“No, NOT like last time,” said Lucas decisively. “Just…the same time…and the same amount every morning.”

“Very controlled,” said Rick, glancing over and Lucas.

“Very controlled Lucas repeated, nodding and looking back at Brooke. 

“How much?” blurted out Brooke.

“How much? How much what?” asked Lucas.

“How much will I be growing each time?” 

Lucas blinked and narrowed his eyes slightly at Brooke, focusing in on the green in her eyes…maybe it was just him seeing things, but he could’ve sworn that her eyes had glinted brighter there for a second. Brooke looked hungry — her nostrils were wider, and her healthy chest was rising and falling in excitement. Lucas felt a tide of uneasiness approaching him; he did not like how much Brooke seemed to enjoy the prospect of getting bigger, and yet…from the slight well in his pants, he could tell that his cock was responding to her blatant enthusiasm. Those green eyes…that hungry look…that excitedly-swelling bust…

“One quarter of an inch each time,” answered Rick impressively. “No more, no less.”

“All over?” asked Brooke immediately. 

“Um…pardon?” asked Rick.

“Will I be just getting taller, or will I be growing…all over?” asked Brooke. At the words “all over,” she pressed her upper arms into the sides of her breasts, squishing them up tightly together as she stared straight at Lucas. The squish and swell of her breasts made them look like they were about to pop out of the top she was wearing, and Lucas’s eyes bulged, not expecting her to pull a stunt like that in front of Rick. 

“I…uh…heheh,” chuckled Rick, in awkward arousal himself, “All over. The changes will be…throughout your body.”

Lucas felt irritated, slightly panicked, and aroused by the smile that was widening on Brooke’s face, and he decided it was time to stop all this nonsense and get on with the day. Brooke was opening her mouth, no doubt to say something inappropriate to him, but he was already taking charge. 

“So,” Lucas said commandingly, “Now that Brooke’s got all the information she needs, what do you say Rick? Let’s go ahead and give her the injection.”

“Well…yes, ok,” said Rick, blinking at Lucas, and lowering his voice slightly, so that he was basically whispering, “But…I mean, let’s just see if she’s got any questions first, ok? She’s our test subject — she deserves that, doesn’t she?” 

Lucas knew that he should have expected this from Rick — the big lab nerd was finally getting his chance to hit it off with a girl who wasn’t so bad-looking, and someone who obviously appreciated his knowledge, even if she had no clue what he was talking about. But knowing that Rick was going to be sucking up to Brooke this way didn’t make it any easier for Lucas to put up with. Now was NOT the time to be engaging Brooke in her little games. But what was he going to say? Huffing slightly, Lucas nodded. 

“So Brooke?” asked Rick brightly, turning to her after giving Lucas a strange look, “Those are the basics. There’s a lot more we can talk about though…do you have any more questions for me? Uh…for us?” 

Brooke did a little shimmy as she locked eyes with Lucas again. He felt his blood heat up — once again, he felt annoyed that she felt like he was that attracted to her, that she could pull these kinds of sexy little poses in front of him, to make him feel aroused. Maybe it worked with Rick…but he wasn’t Rick. 

“I have soooo many questions,” said Brooke in that same sultry voice. Lucas glanced at Rick and saw that his mouth was slightly open, shamelessly attracted. In this moment, Lucas couldn’t help but feel superior to Rick, even thought he knew that Rick was twenty times the scientist…and engineer…than he would ever be. Lucas turned and looked straight at Brooke, giving her a hard, piercing stare as he once more inclined his head, as if to say, ‘Enough already.’

“But,” continued Brooke after a pause, and another wink at Lucas, “I think my boss wants me to get on with the injection so he can start his day.” 

“I…oh…oh alright,” said Rick, looking over at Lucas with a little disappointment. 

“Don’t look at me!” laughed Lucas, putting up his hands innocently. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No, it’s ok — I know you’ve got a busy day ahead of you,” said Rick, walking over and fetching a syringe. Was he being passive aggressive? Pouty? Lucas couldn’t really tell. He just knew that he wanted to get it all over with and get out of there, before Brooke embarrassed him. 

“Alright young lady,” said Rick, brandishing the syringe, “Come on over here and we can get you all squared away.”

“Do you think — ” began Lucas, and he suddenly stopped himself. He had been suddenly struck by the desire to inject the bots into Brooke himself. But he had stopped himself because he knew that it was an unreasonable request. This was basically all Rick’s work…

“What?” asked Rick.

“Do you think…I could do it?” Lucas asked, his face slightly reddening. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he despised himself for even saying them. 

“I…uh, just let me do it, ok Lucas?” said Rick, his eyes lingering on Lucas for a moment.

“S-sure! Sure, yeah! Go on ahead!” said Lucas heartily, nodding his head rapidly. “Just…haha, never mind.” 

“Ok, so,” Rick was muttering to Brooke, ignoring Lucas’s oddities, “Just a little dab of alcohol there on your arm…let’s find the vein, easy peasy, you’re not afraid of needles, are you?”

“Not this needle,” giggled Brooke, her bare arm freely offered. Lucas watched the exchange with something like jealousy, even though he had no idea where it came from. It just seemed…like an intimate moment that he was excluded from.

‘But who said I wanted to be intimate?’ he reminded himself. ‘Come on, look at her — she’s not the same as she was. She’s your secretary. Pull yourself together.’ 

“Aaaand ok, here we go!” said Rick, his eyes dancing with Brooke’s for a long moment before swiftly and deftly sticking the needle in her arm and injecting her. It was all over in a couple seconds. 

“All done!” Rick exclaimed. “Not so bad, huh?” 

“Nope!” said Brooke, smiling at him. 

“Ok, now, if you will, go over and stand against that height chart on that wall over there,” said Rick, pointing. 

“What…why?” asked Lucas. Rick hadn’t told him about this part. 

“Just getting preliminary measurements, nothing to get all touchy about!” chided Rick, “And then, of course, the initial growth, which will happen in…just under a minute. So get on over there Brooke! We don’t wanna miss it!”

“Oooooh the first one’s happening already!?” she giggled excitedly, dancing over to the wall, “I thought it only happens at 8am sharp every morning?” 

“It does,” said Rick, going over to join her, with an incredulous Lucas in tow, “Except this one time — I programmed the bots to activate within a minute of first contact with your hemoglobin, just to test the process…to make sure it goes ok.” 

“You weren’t…gonna mention this to me?” asked Lucas, coming up behind Rick. 

“Uh, it didn’t seem pressing, so…?” replied Rick, giving Lucas a puzzled look. “Ok, getting close Brooke! You’re 5’8 on the dot…but not for long, hopefully! Ready?”

“Ready!” chirped Brooke, her back against the chart as she looked at Lucas, her green eyes sparkling. 

“So, almost there…three, two, one…there!” 

Brooke closed her eyes and let out a long, slow exhale. Something definitely seemed to be happening to her, but Lucas couldn’t see it. He found himself staring straight at her breasts, but he couldn’t really see much of a change…or any change, really. 

“I can feel it!” she cried, her eyes still closed. “I can feel…them working in me!” 

“Ok! Haha, ok great!” said Rick, “But…hehe, I know you’re excited, Brooke, but hold still here. They’re already done activating for now. It doesn’t take but a second or so, and then they’re turned off again. Now let’s see…stand up straight…and…yep! Yep yep yep — you’re taller! it worked!”

“I know it worked!” she laughed, barely able to remain still as Rick took her measurements. “My clothes feel a little tighter everywhere!”

“Uh, excellent!” said Rick, flush with success. “Though I have to say…um, and…and I mean nothing inappropriate in this, Brooke, but…maybe try coming to work in something, well…not quite as loose? Maybe something a little tighter? Just so Lucas here can see more accurately how your body is, um…how it’s growing?”

“Oh I think I can manage that for him,” said Brooke, shooting Lucas a sexy glance. 

Lucas felt like time had stopped. He hadn’t seen it at first (strangely, as it was happening), but he saw it now — she WAS taller…and bigger…everywhere. He could see that her breasts hung a little heavier on her chest, and their smooth, milky-white flesh seemed that much fuller and plentiful. Her boobs were actually beginning to press into her top, and when he looked a little harder, he could see the small but unmistakable impinges of her hard nipples. She had already had some curves before, and now they just looked…a little better. And her face — it still wasn’t all that much to write home about, but it was definitely…accentuated. Her cheeks were maybe a little higher, her lips plusher, her green eyes brighter. His mind was helplessly flashing back to the previous night, when a ravishing goddess, the shadow of which was cheekily mocking him right now, had taken his soul in her fingers and played with it like a piece of string. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore; his cock was so hard in his pants now that he had to covertly tuck it up behind his underwear waistband. 

“Well, ok, excellent!” laughed Rick. “So…wow ok, so Lucas…you…you tell me how all of this progresses, yes?” 

“Yeah…yeah I’ll do that,” said Lucas, already on his way out the door. He had to escape back to his office, before Rick or anyone else found out. 

“I should go with him,” said Brooke to Rick, almost apologetically, as she too headed for the door, “I think he needs me for something.” 

Lucas made sure to choose a route that did not involve him walking by Sophia’s office. He was breathing hard, and he was sure that his face was turning red. Trent probably wouldn’t even look up from his work, but Lucas knew that Sophia — who was already suspicious of his behavior — would be keeping an eagle-eye out for him. He made it to his office without encountering anyone and sank down into his black leather chair; Brooke was following closely behind him, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath. 

“Are you ok, Mr. Mineur?” she asked coquettishly, bending down on his desk, so that her slightly-larger breasts swung down directly in his line of sight. 

“Wh-what? Uh, yes…yes, I’m fine,” he replied, clearing his throat a little to hide the shake in his voice.

“It’s just that I remember you looking like that…last night,” Brooke intoned suggestively, cocking her head at him and giggling. 

“I…look, Brooke,” said Lucas, glancing at the clock on his computer, “It’s not even 9 o’ clock, and already I’m getting tired of all this…this flirty behavior. Remember what I told you? We’re not going to talk about what happened last night to anyone, you understand?” 

“But nobody’s here with us right now,” answered Brooke, slightly jostling her body so that her breasts swung back and forth. “Come on…let me help calm you down.” 

She leaned forward even more over Lucas’s desk and pushed her hand through his hair. For a second, Lucas completely froze at the brazen display. It looked like Brooke was about to climb up onto his desk. His cock was raging in his pants now, but he managed to back away in his chair, reaching up to grab Brooke’s wrist. 

“Brooke! Stop!” he said firmly, trying to make up for the kinetic color in his face, “I…I will not accept…this kind of behavior in my office, you understand!?”

He successfully pried her hand off his head and pushed her back. She blinked a couple times, but didn’t seem at all dissuaded; instead, that silly grin on her face just told Lucas that, as far as she was concerned, he was just playing hard to get. Lucas knew he needed to re-assert his control, and right then, conveniently, he remembered something that he had been going to do, something that he hadn’t mentioned to Rick. 

“So, ok, now that we’re back here,” he said confidently, pretending like nothing had just happened, “I’m gonna have you take an IQ test.”

“Oh fun!” she giggled, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, “You mean like a test to see how smart I am?”

“Or…whatever,” said Lucas, reaching into his desk and pulling out the test packet. “Just see this as another measurement of how the nanobots affect you. We’re gonna do this the old fashioned way — with pen and paper. The online IQ tests are all crap — this is the official Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale test.”

“Ooooo fancy!” laughed Brooke.

“So…I’m gonna need you to focus, ok Brooke?” said Lucas irritatedly. “These tests are expensive, so I don’t want you wasting them.”

He handed her a testing packet, indicating that she should go over to her desk, which she did, biting her tongue through a toothy smile. Lucas tried not to look at her bouncing ass cheeks, but he couldn’t help himself.

‘She’s only a 5…or 6…out of 10,’ he reminded himself. ‘C’mon Lucas, get it together.’

“Ok, ready?” he asked in a business-like tone, “Ready? I’m going to start timing us here.”

“Us?” asked Brooke. “Oh! You’re taking the test too?!” 

“Yes, just to…to help you not to feel nervous, ok?” he replied, hoping that she wouldn’t press him. The real reason was that he just had to know…to reassure himself…that he was smarter than her. And, well…maybe focusing on the test would help his unwanted erection disappear. 

“Aww that’s soooo sweeeet of you, Mr. Mineur,” coed Brooke.

Lucas rolled his eyes and set the timer. “Ok, ready Brooke? Remember, focus! One, two, three, begin.” 

A little while later, Lucas was feeling much better about everything. Brooke had dutifully kept quiet throughout the test, enabling him to lose himself in the problems. It was nice for him to remember that, in fact, he was smart. When the time came to compare scores, however, his heart was beating faster than was comfortable. 

“Ok, so…Brooke, you scored…a 103. Very good!”

“What’s that mean?” she asked, bending down towards him from the other side of his desk. 

“It’s basically an average score,” answered Lucas, feeling confident and reassured. “But…you know, nothing to feel bad about. It’s maybe a little higher than average.” 

“Smarter than average!” chirped Brooke. “Nice! What did you score, Mr. Mineur?”

“I…scored a 119,” he replied, breathing a sigh of relief, even as he felt a twinge of disappointment. He had been hoping for at least a 125, but still…he was much higher than her, and that was all that mattered right now. 

“Mmmm, my boss is soooo smart!” Brooke laughed, coming around Lucas’s desk. “But he still looks OH so tense!”

“I…I’m not feeling tense, Brooke,” muttered Lucas, suddenly feeling quite tense indeed as the color reappeared in his cheeks. He had noticed Brooke’s breasts bouncing slightly as she sauntered toward him, and that was all it took to wake his cock back up again. 

“But look! You’re blushing!” giggled Brooke, coming up directly to Lucas as he sat in his chair. “I know it must be stressful for you, having to manage the whole office AND deal with me all the time, haha, you know…your clumsy little secretary. Let me make it up to you.”

Without warning, Brooke reached down and grabbed Lucas’s hand, which had been conveniently placed over his growing erection. She acted so quickly that Lucas didn’t really even have time to put up much resistance, and additionally, Brooke was stronger and more determined than he thought she would be. Before he even realized what had happened, Brooke had placed his hand squarely on top of her right breast. The warm, cushiony flesh seemed to melt into his hand, and for a couple seconds, Lucas was too stunned to resist. And when he did try and pull his hand away, Brooke leaned in closer, so that he could smell her breath. Had she been chewing gum? It had a strange, almost metallic spice to it. 

“Just relaxxxx, Mr. Minuer,” she cooed down at him. I can just feel how stressed you are. I remember how much you like…my breasts. Just feel them…and just think…about them getting bigger tomorrow, and bigger the next day, and the next…”

“B-Brooke,” said Lucas weakly, shaking his head and staring up at the ceiling, “Brooke, please…”

He hated himself for being so weak, but she had caught him at exactly the right emotional cadence. All he could think about was the warmth of her breast, and…what she had been the night before. He felt the heat leave his hand, as he felt a gentle rustling at his waist, and he tipped his head forward, looking straight again. Brooke wasn’t there anymore. She was kneeling down on the floor, eagerly unlatching his belt as she unzipped his pants. 

“Brooke…w-wait…wait…” stammered Lucas, hardly believing what was happening. His will seemed paralyzed, however, and he only halfheartedly tried to get her to stop. In seconds, she had unearthed his rock-hard cock, which stood in paradoxical pride up into the office air. 

“Mmmmm, look at that…yummy!” she giggled, and without wasting any time, she leaned forward and licked the tip, smacking on his precum as she smiled up at him. Then she opened her mouth more deliberately and leaned back down, swallowing a good half of Lucas’s length as she moaned down into his shaft. Her girlish voice vibrated into his cock flesh, and seemed to penetrate down to the root of his loins. Lucas couldn’t help it — he started cumming, and Brooke clamped her mouth around the erect muscle, not allowing any of his load to escape. 

When Lucas had finished, he looked down at her, panting. An odd sense of dizziness, unlike any he had experienced before, seemed to pass over him, but as soon as it came, it was gone again. Brooke was trying to show him his load, but it dripped down out of her mouth, and in her haste to catch it, she started coughing as she slightly choked on the rest of it. 

*coughcoughcough* 

“Aha…ooops, haha! Mmmmm, that was nicccce!” she giggled, but then her face became instantly (and, Lucas thought, coquettishly) serious. “But don’t worry, Mr. Mineur, I know we’re not dating.”

 

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Chapter 14 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 14

Lucas couldn’t bring himself to say anything to Brooke at first. After untidily swallowing his cum, she rose up from between his legs and jiggled her breasts in his face, laughing softly.

“There! You already look, like…so much less stressed out,” she chirped, straightening up in front of him. “So anytime you feel like you need an extra…helping hand…from your secretary, just let me know, Lucas. I’m here for you.”

Lucas was under no delusions that he needed to somehow reassert his authority, and quickly, before things with Brooke got totally out of hand. 

‘But they’re already totally out of hand!’ he thought to himself immediately, breathing hard as he stared up at the grinning girl in front of him. Did she look…maybe even a little different from before? Were her cheeks a little fuller? Rosier!? 

Lucas shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. 

‘Now I’m just seeing things,’ he thought. ‘I’m losing my mind all over again…and it’s not even lunch time.’

Without having a set plan, his eyes shot open, and he felt his lips curling into an ‘o” sound to begin speaking. He didn’t have any clue what he was about to start saying, but he just knew that he needed to start saying something to re-establish some semblance of authority.

A sharp knock on his office door made him start, interrupting whatever it was that he was about to say. Brooke started a bit, also surprised, but she recovered quickly, turning her body and purposefully striding up to the door. Lucas just managed to hurriedly zip up his pants and re-buckle his belt when Brooke opened the door halfway. James was standing there in the doorway, a notepad under his arm, looking surprised and blinking his eyes rapidly. 

“Hello,” said Brooke in a friendly “business-casual” tone, “Mr. Mineur is…yes, he’s ready to take visitors now.”

“Brooke, you can…you can just let him in, ok?” said Lucas, shaking his head slightly. “We all know who everyone is around here.”

“Just keeping up the…the pretense of professionalism,” said Brooke brightly, giving Lucas a bashful smile as she stepped aside to let James come in. As she did so, she peered at James, who was already socially awkward enough, but now that he had encountered Brooke, he was even more awkward than usual. 

“B-Brooke!” he stuttered, stepping back a little. “I…I, uh…I d-didn’t expect you to…uh…h-hi! Heheh, how are you doing?”

“I’m good!” piped Brooke. “GREAT, actually, haha…ummmm….James! That’s your name, right?”

James’s face brightened and he blinked again; there was a rare sparkle in his eyes.

“You…you remembered my name!?” He stumbled a little and caught himself on his back foot.

“Ahaha, well, I…uh, it was just a couple days ago…that we met,” smiled Brooke.

“Still though, um…heheh, you know…new office environment, and oh wow! All these new people everywhere, right!? Hahaha, but…uh, but well, it’s just nice…nice to see you, Brooke. Nice to have you here.”

‘Oh my god,’ thought Lucas, rolling his eyes to himself even as he reeled from his recent orgasm, and the close call of zipping his pants back up, ‘He’s totally into her!’ Lucas looked up and saw that, indeed, James was blushing, fidgeting with the notebook in his hand, and looking for all the world like someone who was smitten. Lucas suddenly couldn’t help but smile. James’s awkward antics were exactly what he needed to pull himself back up and remind Brooke (and himself) who was in charge. 

“Haha, thanks James!” exclaimed Brooke, “I’m soooo happy to be here, let me tell you!”

“Oh-kaaay Brooke,” said Lucas, shaking his head slightly even as he smiled (in what he thought was an easy, unaffected way), “How about you let James come in and then try your hand at making some coffee, ok?”

“Mmhm, of course!” said Brooke cheerily, and she sidled on by James without hesitation, turning to the left and going on down the hallway towards the break room. James watched her go, his head turning sideways slightly as he watched Brooke’s ass bounce slightly behind her. 

“So…James?”

Lucas was enjoying this dynamic. Already, the memory of Brooke’s flashing green eyes as she had gone through that growth spurt in the lab was beginning to fade away a little. Yeah, she was a little taller and curvier now…yeah she was a little cuter…but nothing…NOTHING…compared to what she had been the night before. Or even to what she had been earlier on Monday morning, after her weekend growth. No, she was just maybe a little above average now. And, of course, James was eating it up. 

“Oh! Oh sorry Lucas!” said James, snapping his head back and lowering it in embarrassment. “It’s just that…wow I hadn’t really seen Brooke since before last weekend.”

“Yep, yep, the bots have been busy, huh?” chuckled Lucas mildly, delighting in how casual he sounded. 

“So that’s…that’s just after four days!?” asked James, coming closer and bending down over Lucas’s desk, and speaking in an excited whisper. 

“I, uh, well, yes,” said Lucas, realizing now how little of the whole picture James was privy to, “But, well, she’s gone through several…cycles…already. Rick just injected her with the second-generation batch this morning.”

“Oh wow so that’s pretty much all first-gen stuff, that’s happened to her!?” asked James again, still whispering but not otherwise bothering to hide his excitement. “Lucas…I mean, I don’t want to be, uhh…I just…is it ok if I say it?” 

“Go ahead, James,” chuckled Lucas, drinking in the experience of James’s enjoyment. His colleague had NO IDEA the bar that Lucas had set the previous night. 

“God Brooke is hot!” burst out James in an incredulous whisper. “Did you, like, see her boobs!? Oh my god, and her butt??”

“Yeah, she’s got a little something going on. They’re not bad at all,” said Lucas mildly. 

“Do you know if she has a boyfriend?” asked James, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice. 

“Ahaha! I’m, uh…sure I don’t know,” laughed Lucas, not quite realizing why he found James’s question so funny. “I don’t think she does, actually.” 

James’s face brightened up, and Lucas leaned back in his chair, smiling up at the software engineer. He couldn’t help but think that, at this point, Brooke and James would be perfect for each other. Maybe Brooke was already a little out of James’s league…no, wait, there he went again, overestimating her just from his memories of last night. 

“You think I should…try for it?” asked James, eyeing Lucas seriously. 

“What, ask her out?” Lucas was suddenly met by the reality of what was going on, and even though he was still sitting, he found himself backpedaling a little.

“I, uh, look James, I know you think she’s cute,” said Lucas, peering around his colleague to make sure that Sophia wasn’t eavesdropping, or that Brooke wasn’t stumbling around the corner with his coffee, “But, I mean, she’s currently a test subject for the company. I’m not sure it would really, uh, be a good idea to try and date her right now. Especially, considering, well…you know…that there might be changes.”

“Yeah, you’re so right about that Lucas,” responded James immediately, hanging his head a little dejectedly. “She’s already too good for me anyway. Imagine what she’ll be like a week from now…or god, a month from now!? Haha, she probably won’t even look at me when I walk by!”

“I…now, James, don’t talk like that,” chided Lucas, even as he felt the strange, elastic heaviness of the real meaning of James’s words covering him. James was more right than he realized…or was he!? Lucas didn’t know…when it came down to it, now that there was no remote to control everything, he really had no idea what Brooke would be like a month from now. 

“I only meant that it’s probably not a great idea, for the sake of your own emotional, uh, stability, to date someone who’s undergoing all kinds of, you know, dramatic changes.” Lucas felt satisfied with his explanation, despite the slightly ominous portendings of James’s words still hanging in the air. 

“Yeah, I, uh…I get it,” said James, nodding. “I just hope, haha, that I can…you know, keep it together around her!”

“What are you talking about, James?” asked Lucas. “You work with Olivia and, well, not to be blunt or rude, but Olivia’s” — and here he once again checked the hallway — “In a different league from Brooke.”

“Yeah, but Olivia’s engaged,” said James simply. “To Chase! You think I would never even dream of thinking about — ”

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” interrupted Lucas, waving his hand. “6’5 crossfit instructor, yadda yadda, I know.”

“But Brooke,” said James, “Well, if she’s single…”

“James…eheheh, why don’t you show me what you’ve got on that notepad there?” Lucas was already starting to tire of this conversation, even as he had enjoyed it so much in the beginning. This kind of trajectory was normal for a conversation with James about non-work-related issues.

Right then, Brooke came back around the corner, spilling a little coffee from the mug she was carrying. 

“Whoops! Sorry I’ll wipe that right up!” she giggled, her eyes crinkling in affectionate embarrassment as she handed Lucas the full mug.

‘Looks like she’s back to her clumsy old self,’ Lucas thought, with an undeniable sense of smugness (and relief), as he accepted the mug.

“Just…heh, you don’t have to fill it up to the brim like that, ok Brooke?” he said. The pleasure of his own authority was once more starting to course through him; he had shoved Brooke’s recent blowjob back down into his mind. 

“Of course, Mr. Mineur!” chirped Brooke as she bent down with some napkins to wipe up the floor. James watched the whole scene, his eyes glued on Brooke’s backside as she bent over. Lucas tasted the coffee and made a face.

“Ok, now, Brooke,” he remarked, as she straightened up from cleaning the floor, “I know that I didn’t really give you any instructions to go on about how to make this, but…next time let’s go for a lot less sugar, ok? And a little more cream?”

“More cream…certainly,” cooed Brooke, nodding slowly at him as she went up and down on the balls of her feet, causing her breasts to bounce a bit. Lucas rolled his eyes and sighed, ignoring the slight twinge in his cock. He turned back to James, who was now staring at Brooke’s breasts with his mouth slightly open.

“So…your notepad?” asked Lucas. He was glad that James was there — even though Brooke had literally just blown him a few minutes before, Lucas felt confident that he could resist her advances, when he needed to. James, on the other hand, didn’t look like he was in any position to resist anything from her. Subconsciously, Lucas basked in the self-satisfaction of knowing that his will was stronger…and his standards higher. 

“Oh…Oh, sorry!” stammered James, tearing his eyes away from Brooke’s chest. “So…so I was going through the protocols of the integration testing for the — ”

“Oh it’s about that — hold on a second,” said Lucas coolly, now feeling totally in control as he turned to his secretary. “Brooke, as I’m working on this with James, why don’t you try your hand at making an itinerary for me today? You’ll see a copy of my schedule on my desk there. I’d like you to organize it into a cogent list of tasks that is easy to understand, ok?”

“But aren’t you gonna measure me, Mr. Mineur?” asked Brooke, crossing her feet over each other as she batted her eyes up at him. “Rick said that it was important for us to get all the original measurem —”

“Yes, yes, we’ll do that,” said Lucas impatiently, “But right now, I’m asking you to do something else for me, alright? Do you think you can manage that, Brooke?” 

“Of course — yes!” she replied, backing down with a smile as she fetched the copy of the schedule and retreated to her desk. For the next twenty minutes or so, Lucas and James were occupied with the integration testing issue; Lucas found that he took an inordinate amount of enjoyment in acting normally, in being himself, in melting back into his role as office manager, with Brooke as his secretary, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, or was happening. 

Once James had left, Lucas felt the mood suddenly change. It was just him and Brooke in his office now; part of him was dreading having to deal with her insufferably flirty attitude, but another part of him was strangely, bizarrely excited by the idea of having to fend off someone who, the night before, had been such a goddess. Lucas couldn’t avoid the fact that the events of the past few days had utterly discombobulated his sense of foundation. When James had been there, working on a technical issue, everything seemed grounded enough — but when it was just him and Brooke in the room, everything firm and secure felt like it was dissolving away, always threatening Lucas with the memory of the previous night, of his total loss of control. Whenever Lucas lost the ability to distract himself, the memory itself was terrifying, freakish, and frightfully raw. But no one, not Rick, not Sophia…and maybe not even really Brooke, as she was now, understood the full extent of his abjectness that night. Lucas had had no idea that he could possibly go down that far, and now that he had, well…it was a disquieting thought to say the least. 

He glanced furtively over at Brooke. She had apparently finished making his itinerary and was now occupying herself with a crossword puzzle, her chin in her hand, with her brow knotted in concentration. Lucas blinked, and for an odd moment, he felt an odd sense of pity for her. This girl had just stumbled into an interview a few days before, for a job she wasn’t even qualified for, and she had been promptly put through the physical and emotional wringer, first growing into a beautiful young woman, and then ultimately into a demi-goddess, and then back into a normal average person, all in the span of a few days. And on top of that, she had seen her boss in the most vulnerable and pathetic state possible…it all must have been dizzyingly disorienting for her, and for this one moment, Lucas felt a stab of sympathy for her. Of course the poor girl was hitting on him — she had no idea what to think about everything, and she was just reaching out to him for some kind of support, some kind of foundation! 

Lucas felt a jostle of activity in his loins as he felt himself harden again, looking at her. He had let everything get so terribly far out of control the night before, but it all turned out ok. She was still his. And now, he was in a better position than ever to oversee her growth and augmentation. What would she be like, and look like, in a week? In a month? In a year!? Lucas didn’t really know. All he knew was that, right now, he would have to try and put up some semblance of a wall between them, to discourage her from flirting too blatantly. She wasn’t anywhere close to earning his arousal and affection…and besides, as he reminded himself with a sure sense of gentle smugness, he was still the one in charge. Rick might have been making the nanobots and programming them and adding this-and-that feature and all kinds of clever ideas and on and on…but he, Lucas, was the one Rick was making them for. He was overseeing the whole enterprise. 

Sophia walked by his open door slowly, glancing for a long moment into his office as she kept moving. Lucas stared back at her, meeting her glance and challenging her to say or do something. He saw her eyes go to Brooke, and then back to him, and then back to Brooke. For a split second, Lucas became afraid that she had somehow overseen the blowjob, but he overcame this fear without a second thought. The door had been closed, and they hadn’t been anywhere near the window by the door. Sophia had no idea…she was just fishing around for something, and Lucas wasn’t going to give it to her. He stared back at her, arching his eyebrow, as if to say ‘What? Bring it on’ and he saw Sophia sigh through her nostrils as she kept moving, going into her office. 

Lucas nodded to himself, satisfied. He looked over at Brooke again. 

“Hey Brooke,” he heard himself say lightly, with a hint of buoyancy, “How’s that itinerary coming over there?”

Brooke dropped her pencil in her excitement as she stood up from her desk and hurried over a sheet of paper. Lucas smiled slightly as he accepted it, enjoying the slight fumble and bumble of Brooke’s demeanor; her cheeriness might have already gotten old, but at least it was predictable. 

“Oh-kay, uh-huh,” he muttered, leaning back in his black leather chair as he examined Brooke's work, with her standing eagerly by with her hands folded. It wasn’t that great of a job, really. For starters, it wasn’t that legible, and written in the same pencil that Brooke had been using for her crossword puzzle. And a number of meetings appeared to be out of order, or at least not given their proper due time-wise. 

“So,” Lucas said after a few long moments of looking it over, “This, uh…this isn’t terrible, Brooke, but…haha, well, I guess it’s a bit like the coffee. It’s a start, but it can really use some improvement.”

“Oh ok…sure!” she said, nodding. Lucas wasn’t even sure she would know anything about what he was talking about, so he decided to start with the basics.

“So, for starters,” he said, “I’d like this to be typed up for me, ok? This kind of job might have flown at your internship, but it’s not really gonna fly here at Braden. We’re all prof—we, uhh…we have different standards here, you understand?”

“Right, got it — yes!” responded Brooke, nodding her head.

“Ok…and, so, yes…now one big thing I’m noticing here,” continued Lucas, “Is that you’re not blocking off enough time for meetings. Now, don’t beat yourself up about it or anything — I know it’s probably just because you’ve never been to one of our meetings before. They can be quite involved, you know…and quite long.”

Brooke just stood there, nodding and looking down at the piece of paper. Lucas wasn’t sure if all of this was “going in one ear and out the other,” so he just kept going. 

“And, well, you’ll understand more when you come with me to the meeting this afternoon,” he added.

Brooke’s eyes snapped up to his. 

“I get to come to one of the floor meetings!?” she asked excitedly. 

“Yes,” sighed Lucas, “As my note-taker. You won’t be…saying anything in the meeting, alright? But you’ll be there to jot down important things, important details that I might not remember, that kind of stuff. Think you’re up for that?” 

“Of course, yes!” she answered enthusiastically. 

“Right! So…uh, ok,” said Lucas, looking her up and down. There was plenty more to cover about what more Brooke could improve on in the itinerary, but Lucas had been suddenly seized by a desire to measure her. He didn’t, however, want to give into this urge too easily or quickly, and so he searched around in his mind for something else to stall with. 

“So, haha, how were you doing on that crossword over there?” he asked, realizing how odd the question sounded as soon as he had spoken it. 

“The cr-?…oh! Oh yeah!” exclaimed Brooke, understanding him after a moment’s puzzlement, “I…it’s getting better.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Lucas casually, standing up and going over to the crossword. A second or two later, he picked it up, studying it. He was stalling, he knew…but he also genuinely found himself wondering how sharp she was, with that 103 Wechsler score. He saw that she had correctly answered the “7th sphere” with “Saturn," and “cat killer” with “curiosity,” but that she hadn’t appeared to have figured out that “lead Italian fascist” was “Mussolini,” or that “mc2” was “energy.” She had also misspelled the answer to “prodigy musician” as “Mosart.”

‘Geez,’ thought Lucas happily, ‘This crossword is easy.’

“I know I’m still improving, haha,” came Brooke’s eager voice, “But I’m enjoying the practice!”

“I can see that,” replied Lucas, looking up from the puzzle and slightly down at her. Those eyes…still green…it was too weird. Lucas felt his pants seeming to tighten once more. 

“Where’s, uh…where do you get your puzzles from?” he asked, in a last bid to distract himself. 

“This one’s from a USA Today paper,” answered Brooke proudly. “I was doing easier ones before, but they’re too easy for me now!”

“Exxxxcellent!” intoned Lucas. “Well alright then — haha so…the moment you’ve been waiting for Brooke…” He didn’t know why he was fueling her. He couldn’t seem to help himself.

“You’re gonna measure me?” she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“Yep! You know, just for protocol and such,” he responded, going around to the far wall. “We’ll be doing this every morning at 8am sharp, right when the bots are programmed for your growth, which means…?”

“Which means…uh…oh! That I’m going to be ON TIME!” she laughed as she backed up against the wall. 

“There we go,” chuckled Lucas. “Now, take your shoes off…good…even though they’re flats they’ll change your height a little…ok, now stand up straight and tall…and let’s see here.”

Lucas approached Brooke and reached his hand up to guide the stadiometer arm gown to the top of Brooke’s head. This close to her, he saw her cheeks reddening, either in excitement or arousal or both, and her breasts began heaving slightly up and down — she inclined her head slightly towards him, smiling lustily at him. Lucas felt his cock, already semi-erect, lurch in his pants. She wasn’t even that pretty — why was he letting her have this effect on him!? Maybe it was just the proximity to her; as he stood next to her, adjusting the stadiometer arm, he could feel her heat. 

“Head straight, please,” he muttered. A couple seconds later he was examining the floor that Brooke was standing on, looking puzzled. 

“What’s going on?” asked Brooke.

“It’s just…huh, that’s interesting,” murmured Lucas, getting an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, “I just was making sure there wasn’t, like…a hump in the floor or something.”

“No, it feels flat,” said Brooke. “Why?”

“Well,” came Lucas’s voice, strangely distant in his own ears, “It looks like you’re a little taller than you were before…you were 5’8 and a quarter in the lab, and now…you’re 5’8 and a half.”

 

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Chapter 15 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 15

Lucas was staring hard at the measurement, right at the top of Brooke’s head, which was just above his eye line. He had furrowed his eyebrows and was looking closer, to make sure that he wasn’t reading the number wrong — there could be no real doubt, though. The stadiometer arm extended out over her head, and it was straight…pointing right to the 5’8.5 mark. For a moment, Lucas was lost in his confusion and preoccupation with making sure the numbers were right, but a second later, he became aware of Brooke’s green eyes, just under his chin, directed upward at him, seeming bigger and more sultry out of the corner of his eye because they were averted up. He felt the blood begin draining down toward his cock area once again, and he took an instinctive back, primarily out of self-preservation, masking his defensive gesture with a slight tilt of his head as he brought his hand to his chin, pondering, but mostly intent on escaping proximity to Brooke, and deflecting anything she was about to say.


“So…I’m a quarter inch taller?” came her sultry intonation. “Than I was in the lab?” 

“Welllll,” said Lucas, feeling slightly panicked but determined to maintain his composure, “Let’s not…uh, ehhaha, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

“Too tall for our britches?” cracked Brooke, flashing a toothy grin.

“I…uh, what?” asked Lucas, blinking and shaking his head a bit. 

“It’s just a phrase I think I learned, uh, somewhere,” giggled Brooke. “It means — ”

“I know,” interrupted Lucas, holding up his hand, “What it means. I just…ok, never mind. The point is, we can’t be sure that Rick, um…got the measurement right in the lab.” 

“But he used the same…what do you call this thing?” asked Brooke, knocking her knuckles against the stadiometer. 

“A stadiometer,” said Lucas officially. “And, well yes — maybe it looked the same. But suppose it was defective or…or something.”

“Or maybe yours is defective!” laughed Brooke.

“Excuse me?” Lucas was really starting to get put out by Brooke’s buoyant attitude…or maybe it was just that he was put out with himself for getting hard again, totally against his own desires. So what if she was a little taller!? What did that mean?? Why did it have to make him so helplessly aroused like this!? 

“I mean, haha, maybe it isn’t Rick’s stadium-whatever that’s broken,” giggled Brooke, turning around to inspect the instrument herself. “Maybe THIS is the one that’s busted.” 

“Or,” remarked Lucas a little acerbically, determined not to agree with her on anything, “It COULD be that neither of them is broken or inaccurate, and that…well, you actually have grown a little more.” 

“Do you really think that could be it??” asked Brooke, her eyes going wide with excitement. Lucas couldn’t help but get momentarily lost in that green…her eyes seemed somehow deeper than they were earlier in the morning. 

“Well I hope not,” he countered, blinking and attempting to recover himself as he retreated to his desk and sat down in his black leather chair. “That would mean that our…uh, that Rick’s design is somehow flawed, and needs to be readjusted. He…um, well, he had made sure that there was only a quarter-inch increase every growth cycle, and only one growth cycle a day. If the measurements are right, then…well, either the cycle or the timing is off, which could…which could be…a bit of a problem.”

“A problem?” asked Brooke, her smile fading a little as she came up to Lucas’s desk. “What does that mean, Luca—Mr. Mineur?”

“I’m…not really sure, exactly,” replied Lucas truthfully. He was grateful that, for the moment at least, Brooke had come back down to earth a little. If the nanobots were somehow malfunctioning, she did have some reason to worry. But Lucas wasn’t really thinking about any of that right now. He was staring at Brooke’s figure as she stood there by the side of his desk, still barefoot, with her feet crossed over each other. Earlier, when she did this, it was flirtatious; now it looked fidgety and a little scared. And combined with the pleasing curve of her hips, the respectable swerve of her thighs, and the volume and weight of her breasts as they jutted out from her chest…well, Lucas found himself blinking again a couple times, just to clear his vision. He realized that he had been brazenly just staring at her for several long moments. 

“You’re staring at my chest again, huh?” Brooke’s voice cut the air, and Lucas immediately shook his head and stood up. Her smile had returned, albeit in a bit of a softer, more muted form. 

“Uhh, n-no, no I was just…remembering,” said Lucas, struggling to gather himself, “We need to get your other measurements, ok? It’s not…not just height, remember. It’s everything else, you know? Weight, bust, hips, waist…all the basics.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke in an affected drawl, her eyes again following him as he walked around his desk and directed her back to the stadiometer, which had a scale on it as well. 

“And…Brooke,” remarked Lucas, taking care to ensure that there was a healthy dose of irritation peppering his syllables, “I could do with a lot less of the…the obvious flirtation, alright? Look, we both know what happened last night and — ”

“And this morning,” she interrupted, winking at him.

“And…and so that doesn’t mean,” continued Lucas, ignoring her comment, “That any of it is acceptable behavior in a workplace environment, alright? Especially not in an environment like Braden where we’re all…where there is a certain level of professionalism. Is that clear, Brooke?” 

“I understand where you’re coming from, Mr. Mineur,” replied Brooke, closing her eyes and nodding her head appreciatively. Lucas thought for a moment that he had successfully gotten her to back off, but when she opened her eyes again, their deeper green retained that same mischievous sparkle. 

Inhaling a deep breath through his nose, Lucas got Brooke to step on the scale. 

“Let’s see…ummm…oh-kay,” he said as he manually operated the scale, hoping that his casual tone and business-like approach would dissuade her from more advances. But the measurements mandated proximity to her body, and whenever he got this close to her, Lucas could feel her eyes following his face. He even thought he could feel her body heat, even though there was still a couple of feet between them. Was he hallucinating!? 

“So…looks like…one hundred and thirtyyyy two pounds,” said Lucas, resetting the manual weight bar and immediately turning to go back to his desk to write down the statistic on his clipboard. The number was generic, normal, to be expected…but somehow, it made him even more aroused and excited. 

‘The Brooke who came into that first interview didn’t weigh anything close to that,’ Lucas thought to himself, his eyes focused on the stat chart as he carefully wrote the number down. ‘She was so skinny and spindly and had no hips or chest whatsoever, and…’

He looked up from the sheet and Brooke was standing right there, squeezing her breasts together with her upper arms. 

“Ok, now what about my chest, Mr. Mineur?” she pouted, shimmying her shoulders back and forth a little. “We need to measure it next, don’t we?” 

“I…n-no, no, we actually measure your waist and hips first,” replied Lucas, his mouth going dry. With slightly shaking hands, he fetched the tape measure and pulled it around Brooke’s waist. She raised her arms above her head, ostensibly to make room for the measurement, but, of course, having the effect of making her breasts jut out even more prominently. 


“Ok, so…twenty…six waist,” muttered Lucas as he worked hard to steady his breathing, “Annnnnnd…thirty two hips.”

“Mmmmm, does that mean I’ve got some sexy curves going on?” asked Brooke, throwing her hips into an undulating little swivel at the word “sexy.” Lucas gaped at the exaggerated curve in her hips and then made it a point to close his mouth, biting the inside of his bottom lip in self-rebuke. 26-32 wasn’t anything to write home about! What on earth was he thinking, getting this worked up about someone who looked so ordinary?!

“And now…my breasts,” breathed Brooke down at him. 

Lucas felt her eyes following him as he straightened up, knowing full well that his face was now bright red, and that the shaking in his hands must have been plainly obvious. But he knew that he had to do these measurements; he had trapped himself in the protocol, and as he wrapped the measuring tape around Brooke’s back, and then around further to the round globes of her breasts, he could have sworn that he detected a slight hint of a sweet scent that suddenly emanated up from her cleavage. 

‘Just hallucinating again,’ reassured himself, taking deep breaths in and out now without even realizing it, with Brooke just watching him as she grinned the whole time. Her breasts felt warm, far warmer than what Lucas would have expected. But he chalked it down to his mind playing tricks on him, and tried not to notice. It was hard, though, because the measurement was impossible without touching her breasts at least a little. Brooke straightened herself up slightly, inhaling on purpose as she held in her breath. 

“Now, uh, Brooke,” said Lucas, his voice sounding alien to him, “I can tell you’re holding your breath right now.”

“Oh darn it!” she giggled, exhaling as her body shook a little in its mirth, “I was just seeing how big I could get…haha, you know, if I cheated a little.” 

“Yeah, no, just, uhh, just b-breathe normally, ok?” Lucas had almost gotten the measurement; his trembling hands weren’t doing him any favors. 

“But Mr. Mineur,” came Brooke’s flirtatious voice, “How am I supposed to breathe normally when you’re not either?” 

“What?” he asked, knotting his brow as he tried to focus. “I…am breathing normally.”

“Heheh, no you’re not!” Brooke responded, her eyes going down to his cock and then back slowly up his body to his face, “You’re huffing and puffing like a…like a — ”

“Ok, Brooke enough!” snapped Lucas. “I need…I need you to just…stop talking and be still…and breathe normally, alright?”

“Like a freight train!” finished Brooke. “Ok there, now I’m done, haha!” 

She stood up straight and made a point to clamp her mouth shut, looking straight ahead in an imitation of obedience. A couple seconds later, Lucas was finally able to get the measurement. Wordlessly, he dropped the tape measure to the floor and immediately backed away from her, looking determinedly at the floor as he retrieved his clipboard and wrote down the statistic. 

“What’d it say!?’ asked Brooke breezily, hopping up to him. “How big are they!?” 

“Huh?” asked Lucas, knowing how obvious it was that he was feigning nonchalance. “Oh, the measurement?”

“Yes! What is it?!” Brooke was startlingly insistent. 

Lucas shrugged his shoulders and tried to start going back around his desk to his chair, but Brooke quickly shuffled over and blocked his way, staring slightly up at him with a mixture of defiance and flirty audacity in her green eyes…they flitted down to the clipboard in Lucas’s hand, and before he could react, she had reached down and snatched it out of his hand. 

“H-Hey! Now, Brooke!” exclaimed Lucas indignantly, reaching for it back, but he was already too distracted by Brooke’s breasts bouncing up and down slightly as she hopped away from him, bringing the clipboard up to her face to read. She furrowed her brow slightly and brought the clipboard a bit further away from her face; her eyebrows then went up again, almost as soon as they had gone down. Clearly, she could read it all now, and a moment later her eyes popped back up to Lucas. 

“34!?” she grinned, her cheeks flushing. “34!? That sounds biggggg! Is that big?!” 

“I…y-you tell me, Brooke,” said Lucas, gesturing halfheartedly. “I mean...it’s a C-cup.”

“Awww, is that all?” Brooke whined, feigning disappointment. 

Lucas turned back to go sit down, but once again, Brooke bounded over and blocked his path, challenging him with her eyes.. 

“Brooke!” he complained, looking up at the ceiling and rolling his eyes. “I just wanna sit down, ok? I’ve…I’ve got a headache all of a sudden.” 

“Aww, I know Mr. Mineur, I know!” she said, stepping forward closer and grabbing both of his upper arms with her hands. “I can tell you’ve been…all hot and flushed…ever since you started measuring me.” 

“It’s…it’s not that,” said Lucas weakly, trying to move around Brooke to his chair. She wouldn’t let him go, however…not on his own terms, at least. He knew that his resistance was bleeding out fast; his cock was now almost completely hard, tenting his pants blatantly. Still with her hands locked firmly on his upper arms, Brooke stepped forward even closer into him, smushing her breasts into the bottom of his own chest as she inclined her head up to him, looking up straight into his eyes.

“But I think it is, Mr. Mineur,” she said in slow, sexy syllables. “What else could it be? And I can tell you want me again. It hasn’t even been an hour since last time…and I can tell…that you want me again. You want to cum again, don’t you?”

“Brooke…please…” begged Lucas. But his voice was alarmingly weak, and his office was starting to swim before his eyes. He had become so aroused that he was getting lightheaded. He felt Brooke guiding him, with surprising confidence and strength, down into his chair. With a light push, she shoved him down into it, collapsing down on her knees almost immediately, in between his legs. 

“Shhhh, don’t worry, it’s going to be ok,” breathed Brooke, once more making quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. In almost no time, Lucas’s cock was shining at attention, a surreal monument to his lack of control. Lucas eyed his office window into the hallway, but with nothing like the anxiety he had last time. Right now, he had no idea how he felt, or if he would even welcome Sophia or someone else coming in to rescue him. 

‘Quit it!’ he thought to himself viciously. ‘Just…push her off you! You’re the boss here! Do it!!’

But he didn’t budge. Brooke had popped her breasts out of her top, and then out of her bra — they seemed even bigger, now that they were no longer confined to her clothing. They almost seemed to spill and tumble out, spreading their warm, voluminous flesh like they were eager, independent entities with minds of their own. 

“I know why your penis wants me so bad, Lucas,” she cooed, conspicuously dropping the more title-last-name format she had been using. “I know why they want these bigggg breasts here wrapped around them.”

Brooke didn’t waste any time — leaning forward, and sighing in exaggeration as she looked up straight into his eyes, she wrapped the warm, firm flesh of her perky breasts around his pulsating cock and started tit-fucking him, going up and down with a healthy speed and pressure. Lucas seized up, and something inside him seemed to snap. 

“N-now…now just…go slowly, ok?” he whispered. Just hearing himself say those words was enough to hit home that he had passed into another realm. At least right now, he was not going to resist her — he was going to try and just…exert control where he could. 

‘Once she’s done, I can go back to normal,’ he told himself. ‘I can just…enjoy this, and…and then it’ll be like nothing happened.’ 

Brooke’s eyes had lit up even more after hearing his request, and she immediately obliged, making it a point to go slowly and deliberately up and down, her ample breast flesh wrapped around his cock so that only the head, and an inch or two below, could be seen. 

“Yeah…I know why,” Brooke repeated seductively, licking her lips at him. “It’s because you can’t get your mind off what I looked like last night…and how huuuuuge I was then. That’s it, isn’t it, Lucas?”

“N-no, Brooke…” moaned Lucas, looking up at the ceiling and blinking tightly, so that stars and bulbs burst and popped before his eyes. “That’s not…that’s not it.

“Then why did you get so hard as soon as you found out I was actually taller, hrrrmmmm?” Brooke was merciless and determined. “If that’s not it, then why did I see you getting all hot and bothered when you had to take my measurements? It’s because I still remind you of what I was, don’t I, Lucas?” 

Lucas couldn’t even answer now. He realized that he shouldn’t just be sitting there with his head back and his eyes shut tightly, and so he righted himself, anxiously checking his window once more. No one there…or was there a heel end of someone’s foot? He couldn’t tell. But he was so close to orgasm again that he just couldn’t find the energy within him to care. 

“Look at you — you’re already ready to cum again!” cackled Brooke, “But this time, it’s gonna be in between my tits! But I’m still gonna eat it, Lucas. Aaaaaaaaa! Haha, right in there! I’m still gonna suck it out of you!” 

“Brooke…p-please! Quiet!” pleaded Lucas, the interiors of his eyebrows going up at the corners as he neared climax. “We don’t…wan..t…people to hear.” 

“You just want these two girls here to be bigger, don’t you?” she kept on, dutifully dropping her voice down to a whisper, which was somehow even more irresistible to Lucas. “Like they were last night! Haha, oh my god, remember!? Each of them was sooooo much bigger than your head! Is that why you wanted to suck on them so much, Lucas? Don’t worry, when they get bigger — and they WILL get bigger Lucas, every day, bigger, bigger, and bigger — and when they do, I’ll let you suck on them like you did before.”

That was too much for Lucas, and he groaned out pitifully into his office, cumming and spasming hard in between Brooke’s enveloping, fleshy breasts. She was ready for him, and immediately took his head in her mouth, the sides of her cheeks caving in noticeably as she sucked powerfully for his cum. Lucas couldn’t help but stare directly down into her face as he came in her mouth, and what he saw made him feel like he was suspended over the edge of a dangerous gulch, looking down into the abyss. He was coming in spurts, and Brooke was swallowing him in the same rhythm; with each strong spurt, and vigorous gulp from Brooke, Lucas thought that he could actually SEE Brooke becoming different. 

Lucas was sure…SURE…that he was hallucinating now, that his mind was playing cruel tricks on itself in self-inflicted punishment for being so weak…but what it all looked so real. With each spurt she swallowed, Brooke’s eyes seemed to gleam a deeper and more vibrant shade of green, closer to what they had been like the night before. It was as if, with each audible gulp, her cheeks got a little fuller and rosier, her chin got a little sharper, and her cheekbones elevated a bit higher up on her face. Lucas knew that it was all a mirage, that this couldn’t possibly be an actual reality, but in his lust-induced psychosis, he could have sworn that he felt Brooke’s breasts expand and grow around his spasming cock, embracing it with even warmer, tighter, fleshier pressure. And were her nipples…impinging out further!? Had they always been that big?? No, no they had just grown erect, surely, from Brooke’s own arousal. That was it, nothing more. 

*GULP…gulp……gulpgulp*

Brooke’s swallows slowed, and along with them, to his great relief, Lucas felt his brain slowly beginning to return to normal. Brooke wasn’t changing before his eyes! She was…she was the same…more or less…as she had been before. Perhaps, in his post-orgasmic glow, Lucas felt that she looked a little fuller, curvier, prettier…but that was just…biology, right!? 

*Pop!*

“Mmmmm so delicious,” she cooed at him after letting his cock go with an audible staccato. “I could get very, very used to this, Mr. Mineur.” 

“Well…” said Lucas, grateful that his voice didn’t sound so strange in his ears anymore. “Just don’t…don’t get too used to it, ok Brooke?”

“Oh don’t worry, I know, I know,” she said reassuringly, wincing slightly as she stuffed and pushed her breasts back into her bra. Lucas noticed a “32C” bra tag, which Brooke tucked back in. She paused, glancing down curiously at her rack; Lucas was looking at them too. Now that they were back in her bra, they definitely looked bigger. 

‘Jesus, get over it already!’ he chastised himself. ‘Focus!’ 

“I know that you’re running a busy office here,” continued Brooke, clutching the desk as she stood up. “And that we’re not gonna have time to do…everything we want to.” 

As she spoke down to him, she leaned forward slightly and drew a finger across his cheek, to the underside of his chin, eliciting a series of pleasant chills that cut, chopped, and blended strangely with his post-orgasmic mellow. But almost as soon as her finger had left his cheek, Brooke straightened up and waved at something. Lucas turned abruptly around to see Trent waving back at Brooke, apparently on his way past to his office. 

“Did he see us?!” Lucas asked without thinking. 

“What? Trent?” asked Brooke, smiling down at him. “Haha, no! He didn’t even see me touch you.” 

“Well, let’s try and keep it that way, alright?” said Lucas, a little gruffly, as he straightened himself in his chair, thanking the stars that his desk obfuscated everything below the middle of his stomach. He hurriedly zipped and buckled his pants back up. 

“And, Brooke? Let’s just try and…and put a cap on all this for…for awhile, ok?”

“Awhile?” she asked, looking sideways at him as she cocked an eyebrow. “How long is “awhile?” Haha, are we talking a day? A week? Two weeks?! Heh, I don’t think you could resist me that long, Mr. Mineur.” 

Lucas felt something odd beginning to squirm around inside him. Brooke seemed sharper…quicker. Not that she had been a total dud earlier that day, but…something…something seemed accentuated in her. Everything did, in fact. Had the nanobots been firing away again!? Lucas had the sudden urge to measure her again, to decide the question empirically, but he shooed this idea away. It wasn’t even anything worth testing — it just wasn’t happening. 

“As long as I feel like it, ok Brooke?” said Lucas, puffing himself up slightly as he rose to his feet. As he did so, he felt the waistline of his pants droop down a bit. Without thinking, he hitched them up a little by one of his belt loops, but they sagged back down again slightly. He glanced down at his belt…had he put it on looser without meaning to? 

‘Probably, Brooke was distracting me,’ he thought. He moved to readjust, but then thought better of it. ‘Don’t wanna be fiddling around with myself anymore in front of this girl.’ 

Brooke gave him a sly look, and then for a moment looked straight ahead into empty space, like she was trying to remember something. Lucas peered at her closer, expectantly. Then suddenly, her face lit up and she moved backward into a kind of hopping jig across the office, fetching her shoes and sliding them on again. 

“Get your portfolio, Mr. Mineur!” she chirped, suddenly businesslike. 

“Uh, which one?” asked Lucas. He was looking slightly up into the top part of Brooke’s head. That couldn’t be right — she wasn’t any taller than his eyes. 

‘It’s her shoes, idiot,’ he said to himself. ‘She just put on her shoes, and even though they’re not heels, they still make her a little taller.’

But hadn’t she been shorter, with her shoes on before….?

Lucas shook his head to himself; it wasn’t even lunch, and already he was starting to drive himself crazy. He blinked and looked at his secretary with genuine curiosity. 

“And I need my portfolio for…?”

He suddenly saw Trent and Sophia pass by his office room window; neither of them looked in. Suddenly he remembered. 

“The floor meeting at 11!” giggled Brooke, shaking the pencil-drawn copy of his itinerary in his face. “And don’t worry, Mr. Mineur — I’ll be right beside you, taking all the notes!”

 

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Chapter 16 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 16

Lucas felt frazzled as he walked down the hall towards the meeting room. He could feel Brooke bounding along behind him. He even imagined her almost skipping, like she was an excited student on the way to school; he wanted to turn around and look at her, just to gauge her mood and reaction, but he already knew that such a gesture would already be giving her too much. He needed to maintain his authority over her, and he could NOT let her realize how much she had already gotten into his head. 

‘She already knows, idiot,’ said a voice inside his head. ‘She made you cum twice before 11am…in your own office…pretty sure she knows she’s on to something here.’ 

But Lucas ground his teeth down behind his lips and pushed those thoughts out of his head. He couldn’t control what had already happened — all he could do was do his best to act normally and pretend that nothing unusual had happened, or was happening. He knew that he’d have to be especially careful around Sophia, who was already snooping around, being overly suspicious. He would probably have to avoid making eye contact with her, at least for two long. She knew him better than anyone else did in the office, and she had…a way of teasing the truth out of him, no matter what defensive barriers he erected between them. 

There was only about a minute left until the meeting started, and Lucas had reached the doorway. Right after opening the door, he realized that he probably needed to give Brooke one last, good, stern warning about behaving professionally in front of co-workers, and so he turned around to face her, his mouth open as the beginning syllables of his admonition tripped forward on his tongue. But they didn’t get any further than that, because as soon as he had turned around, he found that his open lips had been swiftly met by Brooke’s own. She had clearly been eying his mouth the whole time, planning her attack, and when he had turned around, she had pounced. Lucas struggled backward in surprise, his back hitting the side of the door frame, as Brooke stepped forward, keeping her lips fastened on his determinedly as she pressed herself up against him. Lucas felt the large volume of her warm breasts gathering forcefully against his lower chest, and the unexpected sensation of her lips against his had the effects of pumping blood back down into his cock. 

“Bbbrrrkkk!!” he muffled into her lips. But she had already pulled away — the whole kiss hadn’t lasted longer than a second or two, but to Lucas it felt longer. Brooke’s green eyes were glinting mischievously at him, and she licked her lips assertively, stepping forward confidently through the door he was holding, and into the meeting room before him. Lucas had not intended on having Brooke walk in before him, and he awkwardly followed her in, wiping his own lips to hopefully remove any trace of her lipstick. 

“Ah Lucas, just in time!” said Dave, who was sitting at the head of the long boardroom table. One of the higher-ups, Dave actually wasn’t more than a few years older than Lucas — a medium-sized man at 5’8, with a balding head, Dave didn’t look like anyone particularly important or impressive. But the way he looked at people, and the easy, effortless way he conducted himself, made everyone at Braden respect him and sit up a little straighter whenever he was in the room. Dave wasn’t overbearing, but he had high expectations…expectations that he wasn’t interested in negotiating. 

“Just, bringing up the rear, this morning, haha!” laughed Lucas. A quick scan of the room showed that everyone else was already there, with their notes and papers spread out in front of them. Lucas sat on Dave’s left at these meetings which, of course, put him directly across the table from Sophia. Her eyes narrowed at him as he sat down, and he returned her glance challengingly, but then looked away almost immediately as he indistinctly scanned down the rest of the table. 

“And you must be Brooke,” said Dave pleasantly, addressing her as Lucas sat down. 

“Yes sir,” she said, blushing a little as she stepped up a little closer to Dave. 

“You’ve been helping out Lucas recently,” said Dave, offering his hand to her (although he did not rise up out of his chair). “We appreciate that, Brooke. Thank you, and pleased to meet you.”

“Pleased to meet you too!” she chirped.

Lucas was spreading out his own notes in front of him when he noticed that Dave had fixed him with a stare. Lucas looked up inquiringly. 

“Well?” Dave asked simply, cracking a bit of a smile. “Aren’t you gonna pull up a chair for your assistant, Lucas? Or is she just gonna stand there behind your chair?”

There was a low murmur of laughter from the rest of the meeting room, and Lucas felt the hot color rushing into his face. He wasn’t even sure if he was completely soft yet, and now he had to stand up in front of everyone!? 

“Oh don’t worry sir, I’ll make do,” said Brooke quickly, putting her hand on the back of Lucas’s chair. 

“No, no, I’d like you to have somewhere to sit, alright?” said Dave, looking around. “Aha, Trent! There’s an extra fold-up chair beside you. Would you be so kind as to…?”

“Sure!” replied Trent, standing up and grabbing the chair, unfolding it as he walked over. “What’s up, Brooke — doin’ alright?” 

“Just doing the best I can!” answered Brooke. 

Lucas had to make a conscious effort not to roll his eyes, but even as he focused on not doing that, he noticed another feeling poking its head above the surface of his subconscious: was he…was he irritated at Trent? For talking to Brooke?! Obviously there wasn’t anything going on there, but…well, just the casual way Trent had spoken to her…the easiness…maybe even…the effortless flirtation?? Lucas had no idea. He turned around to see Trent pulling up the chair slightly behind him, and making an exaggeratedly grand gesture to Brooke, indicating that she should sit down. She blinked her eyes a few times, smiling up at Trent as she took her seat. Lucas’s stomach lurched as there was more chuckling laughter from around the room. What was going on there? Was anything going on!?

“Well alright then,” said Dave, suddenly a bit louder, indicating that his short conversation had ended and the meeting had begun, “First order of business: the manycore microprocessors that James has been honing…”

Lucas heard Brooke begin earnestly scribbling down notes, and this time, he really did roll his eyes, careful to look down as he did so in order that no one else saw. Brooke may have been augmented and…accentuated…but there was still no question that she didn’t really cut it as far as computer or software knowledge went. What on earth had he been thinking, tasking her with taking notes for him? What a waste of time.

‘That’s not why she’s taking notes for you,’ the voice inside his head countered. ‘You know that. She’s taking notes for you so you can pretend she’s a normal secretary, even though the only reason she’s your secretary is because you couldn’t control yourself yesterday and you let the cat out of the bag and…well done. Just well done.’

Lucas’s sarcastic self-censure was distracting, but as the meeting went on, he found himself conflictingly wanting to engage with Brooke. The way she was seated behind him, he could see her without pointedly turning around to face her. A couple times during the meeting, he had used the pretense of checking her notes as an excuse to turn around and take a good, healthy look at her chest, without being too obvious about it, of course. Each time, Lucas had noticed how Brooke, instead of giving him the sultry grin that he had come to expect in his office, simply smiled at him professionally, tilting her head slightly to answer this question or that question in a whisper about the notes. Lucas appreciated Brooke’s more modest approach, since, of course, he wanted to keep their sexual forays a secret from the rest of the office, but he also couldn’t help but wonder at Brooke’s apparent ability to alter her behavior. He realized that he hadn’t given her enough credit before — at this point, he thought that she pretty much only had one speed (insufferably flirty secretary), and couldn’t be expected to change much. This first meeting, however, was definitely challenging his opinion of her. 

“Which, of course, Rick has been engaged in with his nanobots.” Dave’s voice cut through Lucas’s mind, and he snapped to attention, perking his ears up and looking across the table and to the right at Rick, who had his hands folded eagerly on the table in front of him. 

“And I have to say,” Rick added, shimmying himself up closer to the table and looking straight at Lucas (and slightly over his shoulder at Brooke), “It’s been an astounding success so far.” 

“Yes, I’ve been hearing about it,” said Dave, turning and looking straight at Brooke, with evident interest. “You’re feeling fine, young lady? No surprises yet?” 

“Oh, well there have been plenty of surprises,” answered Brooke. Lucas could tell she was smiling; he was totally frozen in place, staring forward into the glossy wood of the table. Was she about to expose him, right then and there, in front of everyone!?

“But, you know, I think that’s to be expected,” she quickly added. “Technology has a way of showing us…who we really are, I think. In, like, a weird way.” 

Trent, Ryan, and Steve were all nodding their heads; Olivia was staring at Brooke, leaning forward slightly into the table; Sophia was unmoving, watching the whole scene carefully, with her eyes flitting back and forth from Brooke to Trent. Throughout the meeting room, a slight impressed rumble of assent arose. 

“Hmmm, well you know, I think that’s very well-put Brooke,” said Dave, looking out with something like amusement at the rest of the meeting. “Very well put. Seems like you’ve lucked out with your secretary, Lucas,” Dave said pointedly, making the extra effort to gather Lucas’s eye contact and hold it. Lucas cracked a grin and stared back, knowing full-well that Dave was interrogating him for his disparaging words about Brooke via text the previous week. 

‘But I know more than him,’ Lucas reminded himself, laughing and chuckling along with everyone in appreciation of Brooke’s comment. ‘I know way, waaaaay more about this whole situation than anyone in this room. They can all laugh. That’s fine. But I’m the one who really knows what’s going on.’ 

About twenty minutes later, the meeting was over, and everyone got up to go have lunch. Both Steve and Ryan made a point of coming up to Brooke and mentioning how impressed they were with what she had said in her conversation with Dave. 

“Wow, that was…pretty awesome, actually,” laughed Steve. “The last time Dave talked to an intern in a meeting, she totally shut down, haha!”

“She’s not an intern, Steve,” muttered Lucas, standing up. “She’s my secretary.”

“Yeah, but you were just like, ‘oh yeah, I can hang!’” chuckled Ryan appreciatively, ignoring Lucas’s comment. 

“Haha, thanks guys!” exclaimed Brooke, beaming. “I’m just…haha, you know, trying to take it one day at a time. Learning my way around the place, learning the ins and outs of software basics. You know…just learning, learning, learning!”

“What a nice attitude,” said Dave (who had just finished a post-meeting side conversation with Rick), coming up behind her. “With that kind of freewheeling mind, you’ll fit in perfectly here, Brooke.” 

Lucas was smiling and chuckling along with everyone else, but he was also noticing something. He knew that Dave had mentioned to him at one point…at some office get-together or something…that he was 5’8. And, standing next to Brooke, he was definitely shorter than her. Lucas knew that Brooke had measured at 5’8-and-a-half earlier that morning, but…had she grown again!? 

Lucas looked at her as she blushed slightly, smiling and laughing with the other software engineers, the upside-down horseshoe of her teeth showing as she leaned her head back a little, laughing. Her brunette hair ruffled gently by her cheeks, contrasting strikingly with the green sparkle of her eyes...

‘Geez…she’s a 7 out of 10,’ Lucas realized. He also found that, a minute or so later, walking back to his office, that Brooke was the one leading. Or, more specifically, Lucas was letting her lead the way, just so he could watch her ass cheeks bounce back and forth, one after the other. Had they been moving that way when she had first come in today? Lucas couldn’t possibly hope to remember, since it seemed like so much had already happened, but he felt certain that something about her body was different, and the way she was moving too. She just seemed…”more.” She was holding her shoulders a little higher, the strides of her legs were a little more confident, and even her brunette hair seemed a little more voluminous. 

Brooke waved pleasantly at Sophia as she passed her by, with Sophia returning the wave kindly as her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners in genuine affection. But when Sophia’s eyes went from Brooke to Lucas, her face seemed to fall a little, back into that same long, suspicious stare. Lucas felt himself get rapidly annoyed, and he creased his brows at Sophia, widening his eyes as they moved toward the wall, shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, ‘What?!’ 

He didn’t wait for her reaction — he wanted to leave her with the knowledge that her intent suspicion was really starting to get to him. He had plenty…plenty…to hide, but there was no good reason why Sophia should be sticking her nose into his business. Lucas passed her by quickly, and saw the side-boob view of Brooke’s chest as she turned to the right, and into his office. There was no question — her boobs were bigger. From this angle, he could see that her breast flesh was actually compressed by her bra and top, to the point where, in their tightness, her boobs were beginning to swell a little over the fabric of her clothes. Lucas remembered her slightly wincing as she put her bra back on, having to actually shove her flesh down into it. 

He felt his lower jaw drop as his cock began hardening again.

‘I’m losing my mind,’ he thought to himself, following Brooke into his office as he turned around, without even thinking, to close and lock the door. When he turned back around again, Brooke was in his face in a whirl of heat and sweet-smelling hair, her boobs pressed up against his chest, her thigh probing and digging in between his legs. Lucas didn’t even have time to open his mouth before Brooke had seized his face, one hand on either side of his cheek, and forcefully kissed him again. 

“Oh my GOD Lucas that was so hot,” she breathed sexily into his mouth. 

“Wh-wha…wha was?!” he tried to say, fumbling with her arms, which, again, were stronger than he expected them to be. 

“We’re all in the…BIG IMPORTANT meeting,” breathed Brooke, continuing to kiss him in between words, “And…even THEN…you sneak little…peeks of my breasts…right there…in front of your boss!” 

“B-Brooke…ok…ok, Brooke!” exclaimed Lucas, finally managing to push past Brooke as he made straight for the blinds on his interior office window. A cloud of dust jumped in the air as he hurriedly let them down; Lucas turned the plastic instrument, closing them completely. He felt safe now…or as safe as he could feel in this situation. He had not let the blinds down so he could make out with Brooke some more — he just didn’t want anyone else peering in as he fought off his horndog of a secretary. 

“Brooke, I wasn’t…sneaking peeks of your breasts, ok?” Lucas said, making his way around to his black leather chair in front of his desk. “Look, I’m…I’m not interested in re-hashing all of this, alright? I’ve had enough of this behavi — ”

“You’re not interested, huh?” interrupted Brooke, sticking her tongue into the insider of her cheek as she stared blatantly down at his crotch. Lucas inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. 

“Yeah, your cock begs to differ, Lucas,” said Brooke in a low, throaty voice, taking a suggestive step toward him. “I know you want me again. I know you want me to suck on your cock with these lips.” 

Brooke started making sexy sounds with her mouth as she bore down on him. Lucas found himself sinking into his chair, shaking his head but putting up no other resistance. 

*Puah* *Puah* *Puah* *Puah*

“I got soooo hot and bothered seeing you there, not even caring about your boss, staring at my tits,” she breathed at him as she dropped to her knees, putting her elbows in his lap, in a position that was beginning to become familiar. 

“Dave isn’t…really my boss, Brooke,” Lucas quibbled. 

“Huh? He’s not?” she asked, looking up in interest, not stopping her in-motion process of unbuckling Lucas’s belt. 

“W-well…he’s…he’s one of them, I guess,” said Lucas, feeling a strange, irrational desire to keep the conversation as normal-sounding as possible. Somewhere in his mind, Lucas was thinking that if he could pretend everything was normal, everything would just be normal, no matter what was going on. “There are…more higher-ups at Braden than Dave, though.”

“Oh really?” remarked Brooke pleasantly, unzipping Lucas’s pants and pulling out his completely-hard erection. Her mouth broke into a wide smile as she opened it, breathing purposefully onto the cock flesh, causing it to twitch…and get even harder. 

“Aaaaaaaah! Aahaha, well I can’t wait to meet the even MORE important guys soon!” laughed Brooke. 

“Well, Bill doesn’t really come arounaaaaaa!” Lucas trailed off as he threw his head back in pleasure as Brooke took his fat length in her mouth. He felt her tongue eagerly wriggling up and down his shaft, up and down…and then up to the tip of his head, where she started flicking her tongue with insistent speed. 

“Haaaugh!!” 

Lucas breathed out loudly and threw his head forward, his mouth hanging open as his eyes bugged out of his head, hardly believing what this girl was doing to him. It hadn’t been 5 seconds yet, and already he was about to burst in her mouth. Her green eyes looked up, locking onto his, and suddenly, Lucas saw both of her cheeks dent as she sucked on his cock she was trying to gulp down the tastiest milkshake in the world. 

“Ggggguuaaaauugghhh!!” Lucas cried out in a strange kind of discombobulated frenzy as he came down Brooke’s throat, and as he did, he saw her nostrils flare as she forced her head further down on his length. She had taken him halfway earlier that morning, but now, she was more than halfway down…two thirds or so. And Lucas wasn’t small. 

Once again, with each spurting burst (how was he still coming anything at all!?), Lucas felt like he was watching Brooke…brighten, or…or swell…or something. With each amount she gulped down, Lucas could have sworn that her eyes got a little brighter…and deeper, her flesh got a little more radiant, and her…her body…particularly her breasts…they looked like they were…getting bigger. He had to be imagining all of this…he just HAD to be. 

“Aaaaauugh!” Brooke opened her mouth, showing him the last of his cum, before tipping her head back and gargling it lewdly. 

“Agggwwworrllgwworrllgwwworlllgwworrrlll!” 

Lucas leaned forward, grabbing her shoulder; he almost drew his hand away from the heat. Brooke’s skin felt like it was burning up. 

“Brooke!” he panted in a desperate whisper. “Not s-so loud, please!” 

“WhAAuuhhh?” she asked innocently, rolling her eyes playfully at him, before closing her mouth and swallowing the rest of his load. Immediately, the sound of tightening fabric cut through the air, punctuated a second later by the even louder sound of fabric tearing. Lucas and Brooke both looked down at the source of the sound. Brooke’s cornflower blue dress, which had been rumpled when she had first come in earlier that day, wasn’t rumpled anymore. Her body had filled out all the wrinkles and creases, stretching the fabric tightly all around. But the sound had come from Brooke’s breasts. The fabric of the dress’s bust looked like it had been pushed to the limit; Brooke’s breasts looked like they were about to burst out at any moment, so much so that they had actually started to tear the dress right down the middle, directly over her cleavage. 

“Ooops,” said Brooke, adjusting herself a little, still on her knees. That was all the dress needed — the movement split the bust straight down the middle, revealing a prodigious cleavage between two fat, squashed breasts. The “32C” bra tag was exposed to the air once again, fluttering oddly, a flag of the past. Once again, Lucas noticed that there seemed to be a sweet, heavy scent that emanated upwards from Brooke’s cleavage. He would have puzzled more over it, but Brooke was already moving. Her dress was still somehow usable, since her breasts were still contained in it (though barely). Her bra, however, was a different story. 

“Ooooh!” Brooke winced, baring her teeth a little as she reached behind herself, inside her dress, and undid her bra. “I just…I can’t have this on anymore. Aaaaaah, that’s better!”

She tossed her bra playfully at Lucas, who felt it warmth for a long moment before quickly hiding it away in a lower drawer of his desk. Brooke was chuckling and stretching her arms over her head, filling out her dress impressively. 

“That had been bugging me ever since that first spurt, haha!” she laughed. 

“So…so that was another one, then?” asked Lucas cautiously. He was looking closely at her face. Was she…was she an 8 out of 10 now!?

‘No she’s a mid-range 7 tops,’ he told himself viciously. ‘Jesus Christ, get it together.’ 

“I mean, I think my dress tearing is proof enough, don’t you think?” asked Brooke, winking at him. Lucas blinked, having no response. 

“But there’s only one way to find out!” she chirped, and a few moments later, she was standing up on the stadiometer, having kicked her shoes off eagerly, and eyeing Lucas with an expectant excitement in her brightened eyes. 

Lucas sighed and rose from his chair to measure her, but once again, he found that his pants were seeming to sag a little on his hips. He tugged them up again, but they just kept riding back down. He felt an irritation pass over him, even as he walked up to measure his jovial, peppy secretary, and, beneath the veneer of the irritation, something heavier…something uneasy. 

But he shook his head and dismissed it all from his head. This had been the wildest morning he had ever had, in this office or anywhere else, and he was trying to rile himself up into fulfilling his determination to stop it all in its tracks. 

“Ok, so…” Lucas said, again opting to go for his “normalcy” voice. But what the stadiometer read caused him to pause. 

“So?” came Brooke’s hushed voice. “What’s it say?!”

“It says,” came Lucas’s voice in an odd kind of croak, “That you’re 5’9.” 

“And…weight!?” came Brooke’s voice, brimming over with excitement barely contained. 

“And you weigh…136.” 

“So I gained half an inch…and 4 pounds…since earlier!?” she cried, hopping joyfully off the scale.

“I…I n-need to talk to Rick about this,” said Lucas shakily, his hand reaching for his office phone. 

“No wait, Lucas!” came Brooke’s voice, as she put her hand down on his. 

“What?” he asked, annoyed and shaken. 

Brooke’s green eyes flashed curiously at him. 

“Why don’t you measure yourself?”

End Notes:

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Chapter 17 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 17

A cold, creeping shudder began to spread down Lucas’s spine. He felt his eyebrows coming down and together as he stared blankly into Brooke’s face. He shouldn’t be reacting this way internally — why was it happening!? It was cold dread that was now spreading out from his spine to the rest of his body. Brooke had made a simple request, and from the little twinkle in those green eyes, surely she was just playing around with him as usual, right!?

But something in Lucas’s brain balked, and seemed to scream “no!” His eyes, seemingly of their own volition, went slightly up from her eyes, to the top of her head, which was nearly even with his line of sight. This…this couldn’t be right. Even if the stadiometer was accurate, and Brooke was actually 5’9, he was still 4 whole inches taller than her. But this comparison now…it didn’t really seem to reflect that. Brooke definitely looked taller and fuller. But…could it really be, too, that he was…shorter!? 

“W-we…we don’t have any time for shenanigans, ok Brooke?” he heard himself say, as he retreated away from the stadiometer and back towards the safety of his desk. 

“Awww come onnnn, why not?” whined Brooke playfully, pouting her lips in mock-disappointment. “It’ll be fun, comparing us both, don’t you think? And besides…I think you look shorter, Lucas.”

“I…what? You do?” he blurted out, leaning down slightly as he put both hands on the side of his desk, facing her. He hadn’t been able to hide his anxiety. 

“And I can see I’m not the only one who thinks so,” purred Brooke sexily, sauntering up to him as her D-cup breasts bounced bigger and bigger with each approaching, catwalking step. When she finally reached him, Brooke stood up proudly to her full height, inflating her chest in the process, so that her body swelled to proportions that Lucas hadn’t seen yet. Her already-torn dress stretched some more over her large, heavy, protruding breasts, threatening to tear still more fabric, as her erect nipples pressed themselves even harder into the dress, as if they were fighting to be let out. But the most striking thing now was that Brooke was actually taller than Lucas. He felt another surge in his loins as, for a moment, he thought that Brooke had grown again…taller than him. But he quickly realized that it was a false perspective, all based on the fact that he was leaning into his desk, and, in a strange hurried rush, he scrambled himself up to his own full height. There wasn’t any doubt now — the top of Brooke’s head was even with the middle of his forehead. Something was terribly wrong.

“Come on, Lucas, admit it,” said Brooke in a low, sexy voice, “You look smaller, don’t you?”

“I…I, look…Brooke, of course I look a little smaller to you,” replied Lucas, struggling a bit but still somehow finding some firm foundation to hold onto inside his head. “You’ve got a whole host of second-gen nanobots in you! I haven’t been shrinking, Brooke — you’ve been growing!” 

Brooke said nothing, only slightly elevating her eyebrows in response. Lucas blinked and found himself smiling. 

“I mean…haha, come on Brooke,” he chuckled, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, ok? You’re our brave test subject in our human trial, hahaha, not, uh…not me.” 

Brooke narrowed her eyes slightly up at Lucas, and she inhaled, opening her mouth to say something else. Lucas saw her chest inflate again, growing up bigger and bigger under his eyes, as the firm, heavy flesh again seemed to fight the torn dress for release. Lucas felt his cock start to rise again in his pants, but a sudden cheerfulness, at successfully regaining his wits, made him jump out in front, and take control. 

“And anyway,” he said, raising his own eyebrows in tandem with Brooke’s and speaking a bit louder than usual, making a point to talk over her, “Since you’ve obviously been experiencing some…let’s call it “phantom growth” right now…we need to run the same test protocols again, just to see if the changes have been consistent across the board.”

“So…another IQ test?” asked Brooke, her eyebrows dropping slightly. Lucas felt warmed and reassured by her dampened expression. She could inflate and bounce those enhanced boobs of hers around all day long…she still couldn’t quite get in his head. 

“Yes ma’m!” he replied cheerily, reaching into his desk for a couple copies of the test.

“Oooo, I like it when you call me “ma’m,”” Brooke cackled, indicating her delight by another toothy smile, showing that impressive horseshoe of teeth in her upper jaw as she leaned back slightly. Then suddenly, she leaned forward again, swinging her shoulders back and forth, which made her D-cups jiggle and bounce left and right, left and right. Lucas even saw some of that firm flesh rippling slightly from their sheer volume. “It’s kinky…it’s like…haha, it’s like I’m the boss and you’re the secretary.” 

“And I am…so thrilled that my secretary has such an active imagination,” responded Lucas, rolling his eyes. He was trying to play all of this off casually, and he was impressing himself with how effortless it was all feeling. That little eye roll had been the icing on the cake; what did it matter that his cock was now even more than semi-erect? 

“Wait, so you’re taking the test again too?” asked Brooke, as Lucas handed her a copy and spread one out on his desk for himself. 

“Uh, yes…yes, I just thought that we should, you know…just do it for comparison again,” answered Lucas, suddenly having to scramble a bit for an explanation. In his subconscious, away from his waking brain, he knew why he was doing this. To see if Brooke had gotten smarter…and to see if he had gotten dumber. He wanted to see if the gap between their intelligences had narrowed, just like the gap between their sizes. Lucas was scared, and thrilled, to see the result. He wanted to be smarter than her…really, truly, he did. But his cock wasn’t on board. And the way she was staring at him with that coquettish suspicion glinting in those green eyes…something told him that she was already on to him, that the gap had already been narrowed. More blood flooded between his legs, but he took in a deep breath through his nostrils and smiled at Brooke paternally. 

“Plus, I mean…I don’t want you to feel like you’re, you know…being subject to all these tests and examinations and whatnot all alone,” he said, smiling at her with a roiling gentleness. “I want you to feel like…like we’re in this together.”

“Welllll,” drawled Brooke, licking her lips slightly as she cracked a grin that made Lucas regret his attempted paternalism, “That cerrrrtainly is sweet of you, Lucas. I’ll have to repay you for making me feel so…so cared for.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” chuckled Lucas airily, trying to dismiss the morning’s three previous orgasms with a wave of his hand.

“But I guess I’m just wondering,” continued Brooke, surprising Lucas with the second part of her approach, “Doesn’t the Office Manager at Braden Incorporated have better, more important things to do than take IQ tests all morning with his secretary?” 

Lucas blinked a couple times without changing his chuckling expression, although, at Brooke’s words, the sound had ceased coming out of his mouth. Brooke’s eyebrows went up and she pursed her own lips into a kind of wry pucker, widening her stance slightly as she cocked her left hip to the side, putting her hand on it in a motion of challenge. Lucas had not been expecting this kind of an opponent in Brooke…not nearly this early; she was still flirting with him, oh yes…but now there was a kind of edge to it, a confronting edge, something that he was definitely not comfortable with, even though it made him even harder between his legs. 

“The Office Manager at Braden will spend his time however he sees fit,” he replied hollowly, a couple seconds too late, with none of the vigor or pizzaz in his voice that such a statement required to be effective. 

“Haha, ok…Mr. Mineur,” joked Brooke, sticking her tongue into the side of her mouth. Lucas felt anger in him rising, but Brooke turned away toward her desk, and he felt it cool. He was overreacting to her little barbs. She was just trying to get under his skin…to provoke him into emotional reactions, so she could pounce. At this point, Lucas knew that he had created a monster…a monster that reveled in swimming and splashing around in his own sexual discomfort and confusion. And he wasn’t going to let her get to him…not anymore. 

The test didn’t seem to last as long this time — there were different problems, different scenarios, and different challenges, but the familiarity of the process made everything seem more streamlined. A bit later, Lucas was announcing the test results, from the apparent security of his black leather armchair, as Brooke leaned eagerly down over him, her big D-cups resting heavily on the back of his neck. Lucas’s cock had gone soft again during the test, but now that he was seeing the results, and feeling Brooke’s breasts on his neck and back (and her sweet breath ruffling the back of his hair), he was fast becoming totally erect again. And, as the cold truth of the results crept up his spine, he found that he couldn’t muster the energy to tell her to back off. 

“It says…you scored a 107,” he heard his voice say, as he stared down at the paper. He felt Brooke’s breasts inflate on either side of his head, their firm flesh pressing more insistently into his neck, as they began to actually expand around the sides of his head. She was inhaling in delight. 

“That’s…that’s 4 points higher than last time!” whispered Brooke. Lucas felt her put both hands on his shoulders, covering them, as she leaned in further, her breasts pressing tighter around his head. 

“It…it is, y-yeah,” said Lucas. His mouth had gone dry, and he could feel his lower jaw beginning to slacken. He could hear Brooke’s heart beating excitedly behind his head. 

“And what’d you get?” she asked, now actually resting her whole chin down on the top of his head. 

“A…118,” said a voice somewhere, that didn’t seem or feel like his own. 

“A 118!? Haha, that’s a point lower than what you got before, Lucas!” laughed Brooke, squeezing both of his shoulders with her hands simultaneously. “How’d that happen!?” 

“I…don’t know,” he replied, staring down at the results. His cock was completely hard now, between Brooke’s physical contact and the pressing reality of the dramatically narrowing gap between their respective IQs, Lucas felt like he was just about ready to burst again in his pants, for the fourth time that morning.

“Geez, I think I must be getting to you Lucas, huh?” Brooke's voice had dropped an octave, and was now vibrating in Lucas’s ears in the same sultry purr that meant that, once again, she was hungry for his cum. Lucas halfheartedly tried to stand up out of his chair, but Brooke was ready for him and pushed him back down, the black leather squealing and scratching out into the office. 

“Oh no,” she cooed aggressively, spinning him around in the chair and once more dropping down in between his legs, holding his thighs in place, “I’m not letting you go anywhere until you admit to me that I’m in your head, Lucas. Until you admit that you’ve had these biggggg, big boobs in your head all day long…until you give me another one of your big, tasty loads, right here in my mouth…Aaaaaaaaahhh!” 

Brooke opened her mouth wide again, shaking and wiggling her tongue sexily at him, but this time, she accompanied her lewd gesture with an emphatic bounce of her big tits, cupping them in her hands and thumping them over and over into his crotch, straight on top of his now-painful erection. Lucas looked towards the closed blinds of his office, and then to the wall on his left…anywhere but Brooke’s eager face.

‘This is crazy,’ he thought to himself desperately, looking around for an escape. ‘This can’t be happening again — I’m in control!’

“Brooke,” he said aloud, trying to rise up from his chair. But she forced him back down again, still eagerly bouncing her D-cups crazily over his tenting cock. Her breasts finally bounced free of her torn dress, spilling out plentifully over Lucas’s crotch area, doing more than enough to smother the area completely in warm breast flesh. 

“Brooke, this is not what we’re going to hhrrrruuggmmmmm!”

His words had been cut short. Brooke had abruptly risen to her feet from her crouched position in between Lucas’s legs, and she had engulfed his mouth in a long, slow, powerful kiss, totally muffling the rest of his sentence in the syrupy embrace of her lips. Lucas tried to paw Brooke’s arms stiffly, but she had the leverage advantage and kept at him, pressing herself firmly and passionately into him, letting her lips and tongue do all the work in putting to rest any remaining resistance. Her eager tongue darted around in his mouth, chasing his tongue playfully, finally pinning it against the side of his mouth, pressing and writhing it up against his over and over again. And all the while, her lips — which by this point were noticeably fuller and plumper — formed an airlock over his mouth with their insistent, searing suckle. 

Lucas looked up with panicked alarm into Brooke’s eyes, just in time to see her own eyes roll back in her head as she closed them, her eyebrows furrowing and coming together as she pressed herself more and more into him. As she kissed Lucas deeply, refusing to let him go, Brooke once more undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and reached her warm hand down into his underwear, bringing out his thick, tall erection, all without even looking. 

“Mrrrgghhhh!!” Brooke moaned as she leaned in even more, and the sweet breath from her nostrils washed over him, making him strangely aware of the smell of his own quick and uncontrolled exhales through his nose. Her breath smelled so good…so sweet…but it was almost like his breath smelled…well, metallic or something. But Lucas didn’t have much time to contemplate this strange realization, because Brooke had started to stroke his cock with both of her hands, going up and down, up and down, at a leisurely pace that was nonetheless determined and resolute. Lucas found that he needed to breathe harder through his nose now, to keep from seeing stars. His arms stiffly griped and grappled, but Brooke just kept pinning his tongue, and sucking passionately on his mouth, and stroking his cock…and Lucas’s arms began loosening from their hard-pressed resistance. Brooke’s kiss, and the slow and emphatic pumping of her hands on his tortured member, were more than ample distraction to keep him rooted to his chair. 

“Mmmrrrraaugh!” Brooke moaned again, finally breaking the suction between their mouths with a loud “slop.” Lucas breathed heavily, not quite gasping for air, but needing more of it to keep himself going. Brooke smiled crookedly at him as she abruptly stopped stroking him, and she sank down again to her knees in between his legs. This time, though, her tits were completely out, and she was brandishing them, one overflowing in each hand. She shook them again on in his crotch, teasing him, tantalizing him. And this time, his cock was out in the open. 

“You like it when I rub my big, fat tits all over your hard cock, don’t you Lucas?” she asked relentlessly, pouting her full lips at him and batting her eyelashes (which were actually noticeable now) at him in a parody of a cutesy girl. Or was it a parody? Was she really just going at it this hard!? Lucas had no idea…and no space in his brain to think about it. 

“Yeeaaahhhh, you like it,” giggled Brooke, shaking her right tit up when she let the left one fall, and vice versa, over and over, around Lucas’s cock. He knew that she wasn’t even going in for the kill yet, and even still, he was gritting his teeth as the sweat came trickling down his forehead. He was about to cum again…for the fourth time that morning. 

“I can tell that you like it, because you can’t even talk right now,” she persisted, her laughter shaking the soft part of her stomach against his exposed shins. “And I know why you like it, Lucas. Wanna know?”

Lucas could only manage to shake his head as Brooke tit-fucked him. He was spending all his energy trying not to cum, in what he was pretending was resistance. In reality, though, he was trying not to blow his load for one reason and one reason only: it felt so good right now…and Lucas had never had a titjob before. 

“You like it soooo much because it reminds you of last night,” breathed Brooke, now actually wrapping her big tits tightly around Lucas’s cock, squeezing it purple with her firm, pillowy breast flesh, as she started going up and down with greater energy, with greater insistence. 

“When my breasts were so, SO big…soooo enormous, that you just couldn’t resist them, could you Lucas?” She was going even faster now, to the point where she was breathing hard from the exertion, and of course from the passion of the exchange. 

“I could tell when you looked at them in the meeting, Lucas,” cooed Brooke aggressively, “I can tell whenever you look at them now. You remember what they were like last night…hahaha, they were each waayyyy bigger than your head! It was INSANE, Lucas! It was craaaazzy! I know that you want them that big again, and it’s gonna happen Lucas. Oh yeahhhh…these bots are inside me now, always ready for that big morning spurt. They’re waiting, Lucas. They’re waiting to make me grow and grow and GROW…bigger and bigger and BIGGER…until I’m just as big and tall and beautiful as I was last night. Then I’ll have you Lucas. Then you’ll be wrapped around my finger again, and I’ll make you do whatever I want. I’ll make you cum your brains out, until you have nothing left…and then…I’ll just make you cum some more, haha!” 

“Yyyyyyuuuuuhh!!” Lucas moaned out pitifully as his entire body seized and spasmed all at once. A long spurt of milky-white semen shit out of his dick, trapped in between Brooke’s heaving, squeezing breasts. 

“Oh!” Brooke cried, her eyes going wide as they followed the trajectory of the cum. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the viscous white fluid hit its peak, just above Brooke’s head, and then started coming back down again. Brooke reacted immediately, with startling, ferocious hunger. She stuck out her tongue, opened her mouth wide, and leaned forward, squashing her breasts even harder around his cock as she actually caught the cum in her mouth, scooping the last remnant strand of it from the air with a skillful whoosh of her tongue.

“Mmmmm!! Mmmmnomnomaaalllgglllawwrrghh!!” she cried in great exaggeration, sucking up and playing with the cum in her mouth. She tossed her tongue around in it, bathing her mouth wriggling muscle in Lucas’s spent fluid. She made a toothy grin and pressed his cum through her teeth. She leaned back and gargled it again. She shut her lips and swished it around like mouthwash, making bulbous shapes appear on each side of her cheeks. She opened her mouth and showed him his frothy cum. And all the while, she stared at Lucas with those same wide eyes, holding his gaze forcefully in hers. 

Even though he was in the midst of yet another mind-splitting orgasm, Lucas still had the odd presence of mind to notice, albeit in the back of his subconscious, that his cum was still white…whiter than ever, in fact. He had cum four times this morning — how did he have any sperm left??

“MINE!” Brooke declared emphatically through the mouthful of cum, and she suddenly leaned up close to Lucas’s face, closed her lips, and swallowed his load, directly in his face. 

*Gulp…Gulp…GULP*

It was happening again. With each swallow of her throat, Brooke’s eyes seemed to flash a little brighter, a little greener. Lucas knew he wasn’t hallucinating now. Her face was so close to his that he knew that this couldn’t be a trick of the light. Her eyes were changing, and becoming more beautiful. But that wasn’t all — with each gulp, he actually felt Brooke’s naked breasts expanding around his tormented cock. Alarmed, Lucas looked down and saw the augmented breast flesh creeping further up his torso, to the bottom of his stomach, and spilling slightly over both sides of his thighs. Lucas was feeling that same odd metallic smell in his nostrils, but it was quickly blown away by that heavenly, sweet scent that once more seemed to emanate up out of Brooke’s enlarged cleavage. But it was her face…her face…that was really getting to Lucas. It was still Brooke, yes…and yes, she was still smiling at him in that same teasing, flirtatious, knowing way…except now, she looked hotter. 

‘An 8 out of 10…Jesus what the fuck?!’ thought Lucas helplessly as Brooke flashed him a smile of perfectly straight, pearly-white teeth, her red tongue wriggling to the side in a dirty little dance between them. She didn’t just look hotter — she looked smarter too. That knowing look in her eye…Brooke knew what was going on. 

She wiped her mouth and made an effort to shove her tits back into her dress, which was now clearly too small for her all over. Her cringing face showed the effort it took, and when she finally got her big breasts back in, they were practically bulging out. 

Brooke stood up, chuckling as she looked down at herself.

“Haha, I think I’m gonna have to pop in and see Sophia again, huh?” she laughed. “I think I should probably be able to fit back into those clothes we bought this weekend — what do you think, Lucas?” 

Lucas said nothing, red-faced and panting as he leaned back in his chair, his spent cock lolling to the side. 

“Well stand up Mr. Mineur!” Brooke teased. “It’s past lunchtime — we’ve gotta stick to your itinerary!”

Without thinking much, Lucas rose, pulling up his pants, buttoning them, and buckling his belt all in the same motion. When he was done, however, his pants started slipping down his waist, until he took a step forward and they fell down completely. Frowning, he pulled them back up and tried again…same result. 

“I don’t think you’ve got your belt tight enough, Lucas,” said Brooke, taking a step towards him. Only then did Lucas realize that his eyes weren’t even with the top of her head anymore. If he stared straight forward, he was now looking into her upper forehead. He felt Brooke’s eyes on him as he looked down in a hurry, checking his belt notch. The worn notch, the notch that he always wore this belt on, was the one he was trying now…and it wasn’t enough. To hold up his pants, he needed to tighten his belt. He did so, going one notch more, and everything felt normal. 

He looked at Brooke, and she looked at him, the understanding passing between them. Neither of them were smiling, but their expressions couldn’t have been more different. Lucas’s face looked like a death mask, laden with dread. Brooke’s looked like she had just discovered a marvelous new secret. A couple seconds later they were both clambering toward the scale. Brooke got there first. 

“F-five foot nine…and a quarter, 140 pounds,” came Lucas’s hollow voice. Brooke practically sprang off the scale and pushed him onto it, going so far as to bend down and hurriedly take his shoes off herself. A few moments later, Brooke stepped back, blinking in astonishment. 

“176 pounds,” breathed Brooke, wetting her lips. It was the least Lucas had weighed since college…but he was more concerned with the other number.

“And!?” he inhaled, in a voice that was more fearful than demanding. 

“You’re 6 feet tall, Lucas,” announced Brooke quietly, her eyes going up to the top of his head. “6 feet, even.”

 

End Notes:

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Chapter 18 by Joyce Julep
Chapter 18

Lucas stared straight at Brooke, his whole body going numb as the periphery of his office seemed to close darkly around him. He couldn’t have heard right…either that or Brooke was playing around with him. He blinked as his eyes narrowed slightly onto Brooke’s, the deep green of her irises seeming to bore in on him as she looked at him steadily.

“C-come on Brooke, look a little closer,” he said, noticing with alarm how anemic and ashen his voice sounded. He managed to cover up his tone with a little chuckle, but it died away in the air when he saw that Brooke wasn’t changing her expression. She wasn’t actually being playful at all, but she humored him, taking a step closer and double-checking the stadiometer measurement. Lucas became suddenly aware of the proximity of her large warm breasts, pressing tightly into her torn dress. 

“I got it right the first time,” she said, nodding her head up at the number. “72 inches. That’s 6 feet even.” 

“Uh, Brooke…heheh, would you knock it off, please?” chuckled Lucas, starting to feel lightheaded. “I…uh, we…we’ve been through enough nonsense already this morning.”

“You’re 6 feet tall Lucas,” declared Brooke flatly, taking a step back and putting her hands on her hips, like she was surveying his entire frame from top to bottom. “Yep…6 feet…not a smidgen less.” 

Lucas put his hand up on the measuring arm, holding it in place, as he turned around to read the measurement for himself. The pointer was directly on the “72” marker — Brooke was right. And even worse, it had become excruciatingly, shockingly clear what was going on. 

“You’re shrinking, Lucas…you’ve…you’ve actually shrunk,” whispered Brooke, her eyes getting wider and wider by the second as they travelled rapidly up and down Lucas’s body. Lucas mindlessly stepped off the stadiometer, his eyes going all the way down to the middle of Brooke’s forehead. He was still taller than her, but it was hardly much of a difference anymore…less than three inches. He didn’t know what to say, and for several seconds they both just stood there, with Brooke’s eyes hungrily studying him, drinking in the reality of his new shrunken size, and the wild process by which it had happened. 

“Every time you cum,” said Brooke, in that same bubbling, hushed whisper, “You shrink. Every time you cum, you —”

“N-Now…now hold on a minute Brooke,” interrupted Lucas, desperately flailing about in his brain for some way out of this horror show, “We…we don’t know that’s what’s causing —”

“You were 6’1 when you came in today,” said Brooke, taking her turn to swiftly interrupt. “I’ve made you cum four times this morning…four, Lucas…I’m an inch and a quarter taller than I was when I came in. There was that one growth spurt I had in the lab, which made me 5’8 and a quarter…but I’m an inch taller than that now, Lucas…and you’re an inch shorter. It’s the cum that does it, Lucas…it makes me bigger and it makes you — ”

“I get it Brooke, yes…you don’t have to spell it out,” snapped Lucas, feeling the panic mix with a sense of crushing, impending dread that was weighing him steadily down like a plate of lead. “I…I d-don’t know how this is happening.” It was already hard enough for Lucas to deal with a bubbly, playful, flirtatious Brooke, throwing her growing tits around in his face, but somehow, Brooke’s fixated, trembling whisper was ten times more imposing and intimidating. With a wild, uncontrollable sense of desperation, Lucas felt himself starting to harden again.

“I made you shorter,” whispered Brooke, taking a step towards him, her big breasts bouncing slightly with her movement. Lucas felt his heart starting to pound behind his breast plate as his eyes were drawn to the enlarged swerve and curve of Brooke’s hips. She wasn’t even cocking them to the side…they had just gotten that thick and wide. 

“I made you shorter,” she repeated, now close enough for Lucas to be able to smell the sweet heaviness of her breath, “And I made you smaller, Lucas, just by swallowing your cum.”

“Brooke,” Lucas heard himself say, tensing his whole body up in a barely-controlled frenzy of self-defense, “Stop it…stop this…this behavi—”

“Right in there, Lucas,” intoned Brooke, blinking her big green eyes slightly up at him as her long tongue slithered forth from her mouth, licking around her fuller lips in one rapid wetting motion, and then opening up her mouth with a lazy, sticky-sounding drawl. Lucas felt the breath catch behind his lungs as he saw thin little lines of saliva lengthening out between her parted lips. 

“Aaaaaaa, right down that deep dark hole of my hungry, hungry throat,” she said dirtily, starting to moan. “I swallowed your big fat load over and over and over and OVER again…and I drank away your size, Lucas. It’s happening. Look at you…look at us! I’m already almost as tall as you!” She made hungry, satisfied munching noises with her lips and tongue, and her throat bulged over and over as she mimed swallowing his cum again and again.

“Mmnnammnammnammm…*gulpgulpgulp*…all the way down, Lucas,” she breathed, now practically up in his face. “Oh my god this is tooooo perfect! We don’t even have to wait for my morning growths for me to get bigger than you! I can just make you burst deep in my throat, over and over, so I can suck up all your cum and swallow it down into my belly.” Brooke gathered up some of her stomach flesh and jiggled it. “Mmmmmmm, and then you’ll get smaller and smaller right before my eyes, as I get bigger and bigger and BIGGER…until we’re just like we were back at the restaurant last night…with me palming your weak little head as you suckle on my biggggg breast like a little baby.” 

That did it for Lucas. He had reached a crossroads in this awful predicament. There were two ways this thing could go — either he resisted her and kept his life, his position at Braden, his self-respect, and any semblance of his manhood…or he crumbled before her, and let her turn him into that pathetic, infantilized, babbling little mess of a creature from the previous night. Lucas' cock fought desperately forth in his pants for the latter option…he stared at Brooke, whose mouth was starting to curve upward in a mischievous smile, as her eyes went wider still in expectation. She was licking her lips again at him, undulating her tongue back and forth as she looked down at his tenting cock, then back to his face, then back down to his cock again. 

“Let me SUCK on your cock again!” she burst out in a ravenous, crazed voice, and her hands shot down like lightning towards his crotch. She grasped hold of his dick with two hands and started pumping and twisting it desperately, as she angled herself downward to unbuckle his pants again. 

“NO BROOKE!!” shouted Lucas, backing away from her out of sheer self-preserving instinct. He felt his hard length slip out of the pumping vice of her hands. “NO! Th-this…this is NOT going to happen!” 

“Come on Lucas, let me have it,” begged Brooke, her hands outstretched as she went after him again. “Give it to me…you know you want it…you know you can’t resist me. I’m gonna make you cum so much that you’ll be a short, skinny, cross-eyed little man, hahahaha! Come on Lucas! Stop running away! Feed me! Give me what I want…what we both want! Make me growwwww!” 

Brooke was now essentially chasing Lucas around his office, licking her lips at him as her eager hands reached downward towards his aching cock. Lucas went around his desk…Brooke followed…he went around the other way…Brooke followed him again. It was pure insanity. He felt his mind cracking, but he grit his teeth down, breathing forcefully out of his nose as he rounded his desk for a third time, getting around his big, black leather chair, and standing behind it, using it as a kind of shield. 

“Brooke…you…you have to stop this…RIGHT NOW,” panted Lucas, locking his jaw firmly in place. “This…this is unacceptable behavior.”

“Awww what are you gonna do Lucas?” taunted Brooke, trying to go around the big chair. Lucas rebuffed her, keeping behind it. “What are you gonna do?” she repeated, laughing. “Cum down my throat? Is that what you’re gonna do, Lucas? I think so…I think so!”

“If…if you don’t stop,” said Lucas, recovering himself and for the first time speaking with authoritative firmness, “Then I’ll cancel your participation in the nanobot trial.” 

Brooke paused, blinking. Lucas held firm behind the chair. He had finally done it…he had finally managed to hit a nerve. He could feel the promise of his old life, of the control and stature of his job, all coming rushing back into his body. He stood up straighter, tightening his grip on the black leather. 

“No you won’t,” laughed Brooke suddenly as she shook her head, apparently unimpressed by the threat. 

“Oh I absolutely will,” replied Lucas instantly with growing energy. “And not just that, Brooke. I’ll bar you from ever participating in it ever again…under any conditions.”

“You don’t have that kind of authority here,” returned Brooke, still smiling. But her voice had gone a little flat, and Lucas was heartened to see that there was something like fear flickering in those deep green eyes. 

“You don’t think so?” asked Lucas, taking brutal pleasure out of his position of power. He reached down and snatched the phone off the hook, shaking it in Brooke’s face. “Try me. Want me to call Rick right now, hmmm? I’ll do it, Brooke. And don’t think for a second that I won’t.” 

Brooke had become as still as a statue. She had rapidly shed all the externalities of humor that had been bubbling in her complexion. Her mouth was still open a little; it had been an eager smile moments before, but now the corners of her mouth had dropped. Her outstretched hands fell to her sides as she blinked for a few seconds, looking puzzled as she wrapped her mind around the situation. Lucas watched her with the burgeoning thrill of victory. 

“You don’t want to help me get bigger?” asked Brooke in a low voice, her big eyes blinking at him. Lucas realized with something like surprise that Brooke wasn’t just puzzled and confused over his resolve…she was starting to get upset. 

“You’ll grow a quarter of an inch every morning at 8am,” replied Lucas in a business-like tone, rotating his head slightly to the side with an air of swift professionalism. “You’re lucky enough to be part of one of the most promising, cutting-edge technology trials on the planet, but if that’s not enough for you, Brooke, then I don’t know what else to say to you.” 

Brooke looked at him long and hard for another few moments, her eyes narrowing at him, like she was trying to will his mind into changing. It occurred to Lucas that she might have even been trying something odd, something strange…like attempting to mind-control him. Had she had that power…the previous night? Was she trying desperately to recall it? To retrieve it? Lucas didn’t know, but the mere thought of such a thing sent a chill down his spine. 

And then, quite suddenly, Brooke’s mouth shut closed like a box. 

“Ok…Mr. Mineur,” she said curtly, and then turned on her heel, striding back to her desk. Lucas watched her go, hardly managing to believe that he had won…that he had forced her to back down. He glanced down at his chair and saw that both hands had gone totally white from their tight grip. He let go of the black leather, watching it slowly return to its old form as he smiled to himself, shaking his head. 

For the rest of the day, Brooke essentially gave Lucas the cold shoulder. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like to Lucas, compared to how she had been behaving towards him earlier in the day. She followed orders, doing exactly what Lucas told her to do without any complaints, but she did so with a noticeably blunted attitude. It was clear that she was extremely displeased and upset by Lucas’s rebuffing her advances, and Lucas could not have been more pleased. He typed out emails to everyone…he went around to different offices, meeting with Trent and Ryan and Steve at various intervals, just because he could. In the back of his mind, he was gloating, basking in his victory, and eager to spend some time with the other guys in the office. When he was in such a good mood, being around them reinforced his own manhood. 

“Got a perfect little picture of a secretary there,” chuckled Ryan as Lucas and Steve stood around his desk. “What do I need to do to get me one of those?” 

“Ha! Well when you’re office manager, you know…” joked Lucas, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Oh yeah yeah, nice,” laughed Ryan, rolling his eyes. “I’ve gotta wait until I get a promotion, before I get some ass, huh?”

“Heheh, I…wait, what?” asked Lucas, trying to keep the lightness in his voice as he felt a dark cloud pass over his face. Had Ryan seen Brooke sucking him off earlier!? 

“You know!” exclaimed Ryan, “Some nice ass to look at whenever I want? I could use some of that, let me tell you.”

“Oh…haha, yeah, right,” said Lucas, breathing an inward sigh of relief. 

“I don’t know about you guys,” came Steve, “But I was too busy looking at her breasts to even notice her butt.”

“Yeah, well…she’s got some, how do you say? Junk in the trunk,” returned Ryan, eying Lucas humorously. 


“Heh, yeah, she sure does,” chuckled Lucas. He was feeling better than he had been feeling all day. 

“But her boobs though!” said Steve again, cupping where they would be on his own chest. “You see those things bounce when she moves!?”

“Trust me Steve,” laughed Lucas, “I spend a lot of time with her in my office. Don’t think I don’t look up every once in a while for the eye candy.” 

“I mean…damn!” exclaimed Steve, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you get any work done, Lucas.”

“Well maybe if you had my self-control you’d already be an office manager,” quipped Lucas, his eyebrows going up. 

“Touche sir, touche,” laughed Steve. 

“Well the way that she’s growing and everything…shit,” said Ryan, “I’d have already done her. But no, instead of a hot brunette with big tits and a big ass, I’m stuck here working with Steve.”

“Hah! Well, just keep your eyes on the prize,” laughed Lucas, then quickly adding, “But, you know…not my secretary. She’s off limits for any of you.”

“Oho, lookie here!” came Trent’s voice as he poked his head into Ryan’s office. “Getting a little protective of your secretary, huh Lucas?” 

“I am not!” laughed Lucas as he felt a cold shudder of anger go through him as he turned to face Trent. His next-in-line-to manager colleague was looking a good deal taller than him; Trent was 6’2, and unbeknownst to him, two whole inches taller than him now. Lucas inflated his chest slightly as he stretched himself up as tall as he could go. “I just know it’s a horrible idea, and bad company policy in general, to let coworkers date each other. The last thing we need here at Braden is more drama.” 

“Well, agree to disagree there, Lucas,” chuckled Trent, stepping into the room and growing bigger in Lucas’s estimation. “I think we could all use a little spice in our mundane little office existence.”

“Mundane!?” cried Lucas, reminding himself not to let Trent get him flustered. “Are you kidding me, Trent!? We’re doing human trials on next-generation nanobots that could change the world!” 

“Yeah, and we’re four or five dudes talking about synthetic molecular motors over our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every lunch break,” replied Trent, causing Ryan and Steve to chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind having a little something different to talk about for a change.”

“Well it’s not gonna be any inter-office drama involving Br-…my secretary,” responded Lucas. To lighten his own tone, he laughed and pointed, first at Trent and then at Ryan and Steve respectively.

“She’s hands-off to you and you and you!” he teased. Trent looked at him steadily, and Lucas wondered whether Trent had any inkling of what had actually been going on. Steve sighed and protested in jest. 

“What about James?” asked Ryan. 

“What about him?” Lucas replied, confident in the trajectory of the conversation. 

“Does he get a shot at her?” Ryan inquired. 

“James? Haha well you should’ve seen him and Brooke making eye contact earlier,” laughed Lucas. “It would be a shame to break up something that’s obviously already in progress.” 

“Aww she’s waaaayyy too hot for James!” protested Ryan, with Steve nodding.

“Well maybe she’s looking for something other than ex-frat dude nerd who drinks himself into a stupor at fancy bars every weekend,” mocked Lucas.

“Hey! Woah! Low blow!” laughed Ryan, furrowing his brow as he spread his arms innocently. 

“I tell it like I see it,” responded Lucas, shrugging. He was becoming increasingly aware of Trent’s silent presence beside him — he could feel Trent looking at him, studying him. He needed to get out of there, before Trent realized that he had gotten shorter. “Ok, so anyway — back to those synthetic molecular motors,” he joked, backing out of the office and striding freely down the hallway, safe at last, and alive from the success of the exchange. 

When he got back to his office, however, he saw that Brooke wasn’t there. He stood in the doorway, scratching his head. A sudden thought — that Brooke had actually just walked off the job — popped up in his head, and Lucas couldn’t avoid noticing that his eyes searched around for a few quick moments in some kind of strange panic. But her briefcase was there…her laptop was there…everything was still there. She had probably just gone to the bathroom. 

“Looking for your secretary?” came Sophia’s voice behind him. Lucas rolled his eyes and copped an attitude as he turned around. Sophia was already out ahead of him in the attitude department, leaning against the door frame of her adjacent office, her arms folded across her chest. 

“Just…coming back from a little meeting is all,” said Lucas, folding his own arms.

“Oh I heard,” said Sophia, inclining her head toward Ryan’s office. “Sounded like some super important action items were covered.” 

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude to eavesdrop?” asked Lucas, already becoming a little annoyed. Sophia’s eyes were narrowed at him, and her stare was even more intent than Trent’s had been. “And anyway, Brooke’s just probably in the restroom or something.” 

“I sent Brooke home,” said Sophia bluntly.

“You what!?” cried Lucas, blinking a few times in blank rage. 

“I sent her home,” repeated Sophia, totally unmoved by Lucas’s reaction. “Her dress was torn down the middle, and her breasts were about to pop out at any second. That’s no way for a young woman to be dressed at Braden, I’m sure you’d agree. Especially when there’s little conversations going on like the one I just heard. And so yes, I sent her back home to put on the clothes we shopped for this weekend. It looks like she’s had quite a growth spurt, so it seems like those clothes should fit fine now.” 

“You…you have no authority to send my secretary home like that!” exclaimed Lucas, almost choking on his anger. 

“No?” asked Sophia calmly, “Well would you prefer that Dave hears about our promising new employee being forced to work in your office with her big naked tits bouncing all over the place? Think that’ll fly over well with management, when they hear that you’re abusing the privileges you’ve been given?”

“I’m…not abusing anything!” replied Lucas heatedly. 

“Well then I’m sure you agree with me sending her home to change clothes then,” said Sophia coolly. “It was the right thing to do, Lucas, and since you were too busy gawking at her chest, and then pal-ing around with the guys about it afterward, I did it for you.”

“Don’t…don’t ever tell my secretary what to do again, ok?” Lucas intoned angrily. He didn’t even wait for Sophia’s reaction before he turned and slammed his office door closed. 

When Brooke returned, her enlarged frame fitting nicely into one of her new summer dresses, Lucas gave it to her as well. 

“I’m the authority here, you understand?” he said firmly, leaning forward in his chair as he jabbed into his desk with his finger. “You answer to me and no one else…got it?” 

“But my boobs kept popping out when I moved around,” responded Brooke in a flat voice, blinking a few times as she stood before him. 

“That…that would have been something to bring up to me, you understand?” Lucas said angrily. “Not Sophia, or anyone else, for that matter.”

“Sophia was just walking by the office and noticed me,” said Brooke in the same cool, professional voice. “I didn’t go to anyone else about it. I was going to wait for you to get back, but Sophia was insistent that I change into some new clothes.”

Lucas gaped at her, making a noise to say something, but then not saying anything. Brooke did look really good in her new dress…and her breasts bulged out noticeably. 

‘Solid double-D cups,’ Lucas thought to himself, not being able to help it. 

“For what it’s worth, Mr. Mineur,” added Brooke smoothly, “I think Sophia was right to send me home.” 

“Well unfortunately it doesn’t really matter what you think and don’t think,” retorted Lucas, now thoroughly angry. He knew that Brooke was putting on this whole insufferable “professionalism” facade just to get back at him for rejecting her, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating for him now. “You work for ME, Brooke. Not Sophia. And as such, you answer only to me. Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear, Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke, closing her mouth immediately after speaking. 

The rest of the day passed by in tense uneventfulness. Lucas went home feeling vindicated and victorious, but exhausted. The next morning, Brooke arrived ten minutes before 8, and Lucas found her chatting casually with Sophia next to her office door. 

“Alright, no time for chit-chat this morning Brooke,” said Lucas brusquely, rotating his index finger around and around. “Have you made my coffee yet?”

“Not yet, Mr. Mineur,” she responded.

“Well let’s get to it! Chop chop!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands. He didn't even bother looking at Sophia’s reaction to his shameless power plays. He went around to his desk, settled into his chair, and when Brooke brought him his coffee a few minutes later, he was already busy answering emails. 

“Your coffee, Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke emotionlessly. Lucas accepted it without looking at her and took a sip, making a face immediately after. 

“What is this, Brooke?” he demanded. “This is waaaayyy too acidic. It has no balance. It’s all wrong. Bad way to start the day, Brooke — go make it again.”

Brooke wordlessly turned and went out. 

“And hurry it up, will you?” called Lucas after her. “The spurt’s in less than ten minutes!” 

Once Brooke was standing up on the stadiometer a few minutes later, Lucas had to catch himself. He had felt his cock stirring a little in his pants as Brooke had bent down to take her 2-inch heels off, in response to seeing her heavy breasts swinging freely down in the bust of her red dress. It had been enough to realize that Brooke was almost exactly the same height as him in her heels, but her breasts coupled with that…? Lucas had to remind himself what he was avoiding by not pursuing his arousal. 

“Now let’s see here,” he said, eying the clock as he went through a folder, “You prepared the notes and charts of your early growth…hmmmm, Brooke are you kidding me?”

“Excuse me Mr. Mineur,” she said, staring straight forward, “I don’t understand.” 

“Brooke, these notes are crap!” he exclaimed, feeling the authority of his position coursing through his veins. Brooke may have been about to grow a little bigger, and she may have been acting like a right little bitch ever since he had upset her by turning her down, but Lucas sure as hell was the one in charge…and Brooke of all people was going to understand and appreciate that fact. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Mineur,” replied Brooke, blinking a couple times as she continued to refrain from looking directly at him. “It was the best effort I could give at the time.”

“Well best effort or not,” continued Lucas, working himself up, “These notes make absolutely no sense at all. This is NOT acceptable, Brooke, do you understand? I need you to hunker down and focus on doing a much better job at organizing all this information. I mean, for starters, these charts are all out of order. Do you understand how important it is to have this kind of visual information streamlined for the viewer? We’re not gonna get anywhere in these trials if this is the kind of shoddy work you give me. And the size charts, Brooke. Don’t even get me started on them. You need to understand the difference between the median and the mode, alright? We can’t hope to have all this data organized in any meaningful way if you…if…you…”

The stretchy sound of tightening fabric interrupted his rant, and Lucas floundered about for a moment, staring directly down into Brooke’s breasts. It was 8 o’clock. She was growing. His eyes darted up from her breasts to her face, and he saw her green eyes regarding him steadily, rising up and up, until they were the same height as his nose. Her red dress, which had already fit quite well, now fit her figure a bit more snugly, as her hips curved out a little wider, and her breasts pressed into her dress’s bust a little harder. Lucas saw the creamy breast flesh tighten in her bra, and bulge slightly over the front of her dress. His cock twitched restlessly, and without realizing it, he exhaled audibly, swallowing a couple times. His eyes shot back to her face, which was still regarding him with a cool, professional passivity. She was still growing. And everything about her was brightening slightly — her face looked even fresher, her eyes looked even greener, her lips looked even plumper, and her hair looked a little fuller. Lucas felt himself starting to lose ground, and he fought back desperately. 

“If you insist on giving me this kind of slop every morning,” he continued, feeling his threatened authority flame inside him as he resumed berating her. “This isn’t going to work Brooke, ok? I need you to really step it up in here and dedicate yourself to producing higher quality work. Otherwise, we’re all just wasting our time here, and I can easily find someone else who will do a better job. Understand?” 

“Yes sir, Mr. Mineur,” answered Brooke immediately in the same unaffected voice. Lucas tried to hide his emotional reaction by measuring her. 

“Ok, so…5’9-and-a-half, and 144 pounds,” he said, writing it all down. “Think you can chart that Brooke?”

“Absolutely sir,” she responded immediately, nodding as she looked at him. Lucas didn’t know if she was trying to make her voice sound deeper that way or if…or of it had changed slightly with her growth spurt. It was deeper somehow…and strangely, still feminine. More feminine, in fact, than it had been before…deeper, richer. And it stirred his loins like a spoon. 

“Alright…so…ok, good,” he replied briskly. Brooke nodded and stepped off the stadiometer, sitting down dutifully at her desk, looking at Lucas expectantly as she waited for him to administer the IQ test. He blinked blankly at her for a second, not quite understanding how she could possibly be acting so rigidly professional when she had been so utterly depraved earlier on. What did she think she was doing? Did she really expect him to somehow fold and give her what she wanted!? Lucas actually shook his head and smiled at her, like he was saying, ‘Ha, go ahead, bring it on. I know what you’re doing.’ Whatever it was she thought that she was accomplishing by being so passive aggressive, Lucas felt totally prepared for it. In fact, he welcomed it. Finally, Brooke was doing what he wanted her to do, which was to be a model employee who answered to him and followed his orders. And of course, it didn’t hurt that she was turning into a piece of eye candy. 

‘Not really a 9 out of 10 yet,’ Lucas thought to himself as he handed her the IQ test. ‘But getting close.’ He sat down at his desk, feeling better than he had in days. 

The next few days, however, did not extend the smug solace that Lucas was feeling in his position. As the days ticked by, with Brooke growing a quarter of an inch each day, along with becoming a little curvier, a little bustier, and a little hotter, Lucas felt his control slipping. He was careful not to show his uneasiness to anyone, especially Brooke herself, but there was no way he could pretend that it wasn’t happening. To begin with, Brooke’s performance was getting noticed around the office. Both Sophia and James had bothered to poke their heads into Lucas’s office, complimenting Brooke on the data charts she had sent around the office, or on the organized tables that she had prepared for the company’s website. Lucas had bristled at these compliments (particularly from Sophia, since he knew that she was just saying it to annoy him), because, after all, he had been the one to tell Brooke to do all these things. The fact that she could do a good job at relatively simple tasks shouldn’t have elicited these kinds of compliments.

‘I mean, those charts were pretty neat and organized,’ he told himself, ‘But…that should be expected from her…from my secretary.’ 

It wasn’t just Brooke’s performance that was getting her noticed around the office. Apparently, she had been busy behind his back making connections with other people, particularly the women from separate Braden offices a few floors down. One morning, right in the middle of a growth spurt that would end with her being 5’10, Lucas heard a woman’s voice saying: 

“Hey Brooke!”

Lucas had whipped around annoyed, feeling like the privacy of something was being violated. The truth was, he had been staring straight at Brooke’s expanding breasts, and had been startled and embarrassed by the interruption. 

“Sorry Lyn! Not the best time!” Brooke had said immediately. It had been the first time that Lucas had heard Brooke talk in the middle of a growth spurt, and he could hear the slight exertion in her voice, as if she was talking while she was lifting a heavy weight. He looked at her blankly, surprised by her tone, as he saw her cheeks blossom a little fuller. The sound of her dress expanding cut through the air gently, and Lucas once again found his eyes drawn to Brooke’s breasts. They were past double D’s now…they had to be triple D’s now…and they were still growing. Lucas felt the blood rushing down to his cock. Something about the exertion Brooke had made to speak, and how she had sounded, transported him with lust. 

“Oh…oh s-sorry!” Lyn had said, retreating back out the door. 

“I’ll drop by later!” Brooke had called after her, and then, just like that, she was back to her cool, professional self. “I apologize for that, Mr. Mineur,” she said, her eyes rising up slightly, even with Lucas’s upper nose. 

“Uh…who…who was that?” asked Lucas, trying to sound annoyed but not quite pulling it off. 

“That was….yes, I think it’s done now…that was Lyn from downstairs,” said Brooke, stepping off the stadiometer and back into her 2-inch heels. She rose up and up, until Lucas realized that, with Brooke in her heels, they were the exact same height. He felt his mouth go slack and a cold shudder went down his spine. It felt like his entire body was numb…except for his cock, which was now completely hard, and jutting blatantly out in his pants. Brooke’s eyes darted down to his crotch, but almost as soon as they had gone down, they were back up again, looking Lucas squarely in the face. 

“I’m starting a volleyball team with some of the other women at Braden,” Brooke said, offering no indication that she had just clearly seen her boss’s raging cock poking out in his pants. 

“A…volleyball team?” asked Lucas. He knew that Brooke had seen his boner, but he didn’t want to just keep standing there, and so he quickly rounded his desk and sat in his chair. 

“Yes sir,” Brooke replied. “I thought it would be good for me to branch out a little and meet the other women at our company. A volleyball team is an excellent way to do that, and help us all encourage each other to stay in good shape.” 

“That’s…well, ok. That’s fine, I suppose,” said Lucas, fumbling for control. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with your job here, I guess there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“All of our practices are after hours, and the games are only on the weekends,” Brooke responded calmly. 

“So…ok, good…good,” said Lucas, nodding his head. He didn’t know why this was all so annoying to him, but he wasn’t going to keep sitting there like an idiot. He pointed at the growth charts Brooke was holding. “So…you’re gonna file those, yes?”

“Of course, Mr. Mineur,” responded Brooke with the same coolness. Lucas was starting to find it annoying. 

“Hey Brooke!” came Trent’s voice as he poked his head around Lucas’s office door, “Lyn just told me about your volleyball team. I wanna join up!” 

“Sorry Trent,” chuckled Brooke, her demeanor suddenly changing into something warmer and lighter, “No boys allowed!” 

“What!?” cried Trent in mock protest. “Why not?? You girls could use a tall guy like me to spike the ball!”

“I’m sure you’re an excellent volleyball player,” joked Brooke, “But this is a non-coed league.”

“Well your loss, sister,” teased Trent, rising up to his full height. “If you don’t want a 6’2 stud on your team, then so be it, right, Lucas? Tall guys stick together — hey, maybe we can form a basketball team, just to spite the girls!”

“Oho!” intoned Brooke mockingly, her eyebrows going up as her full lips formed a sexy “o” shape. Lucas panicked as he noticed her stepping towards Trent, her big ass bouncing up and down with each step she took. 

“Trent…” Lucas said, quieter than he had meant to. 

“I mean, I’m 6’2, and you’re 6’1, right Lucas?” continued Trent. “We’re not giants, but we’ve got some height. We’d have to recruit from downstairs though. Not sure if James is the basketball type, you know?”

“Mr. Mineur is only 6 feet tall,” corrected Brooke.

“What? Nah, Lucas I thought you said you were 6’1,” said Trent, looking past Brooke at him. 

“Trent,” said Lucas, a little firmer, “Brooke needs to take her IQ test.” 

“Oh! Haha, oh, sorry,” said Trent, looking back at Brooke and smiling. “Didn’t mean to hold things up.”

“That’s ok Trent,” said Brooke, blinking her big eyes at him and smiling. Lucas felt a kind of white rage suddenly build up in him. Was Brooke flirting with Trent!? Right in front of him?? Or was he just imagining it all? Lucas didn’t know, but as soon as Trent left, Brooke had wordlessly turned, without even looking at Lucas, and gone back to her desk, sitting down at it and folding her hands, making an obvious show of being ready. The contrast in behavior was obvious, and made Lucas even more angry. 

“No more interruptions today, ok Brooke?” he said, snatching up the IQ test and placing it down roughly in front of her. “We’ve already got enough on our plates without you chit chatting with all your new friends.”

“Of course, Mr. Mineur,” Brooke responded immediately, nodding her head. 

The rest of that day had passed without event, but Lucas had steadily been feeling, as the day wore on, that his control was slipping even more than it had been before. This wasn’t just because of Brooke’s social branching out to the rest of the office. That made things difficult enough, but the real reason that Lucas was starting to worry is that, more and more, he was fixating on Brooke’s body. Her growth spurts had made her incredible…stunning, in fact. Her brunette hair had wonderful, full volume…her face looked so fresh and vigorous that Lucas had gotten into the habit of doing covert triple takes at her from behind his desk. Just…the way that her face was shaped, with her more defined higher cheekbones, her healthy cheeks, and those spectacular green eyes…well, there wasn’t any question now: she was the beauty in the office, hands down. Olivia was hot, yes…but Brooke had grown hotter still. And her body…Lucas couldn’t believe how good it looked, squeezed sexily into one of her new dresses, with her huge tits hanging down onto her desk as she worked. Whenever Brooke would lean forward at her computer screen, her breasts would expand and splay themselves out on her desk, getting squished from her forward motion. And every time, Lucas would sneak glances at her out of the corner of his eye, having to make a conscious effort to keep his mouth closed. 

‘Holy shit,’ he thought to himself, ‘This girl is a total knockout.’ 

Later on that night, Lucas was lying in his bed, having failed so far to go to sleep. His cock pointed straight up at the ceiling. He couldn’t get Brooke out of his head. Her huge boobs squishing into her desk, her big butt cheeks bouncing back and forth as she walked down the hall, her gorgeous face…everything about her. She just moved differently now; ever since her daily growth spurts, she increasingly moved with an easy, confident cadence that was a far cry from the awkward gawkiness of the previous week. She was a completely new woman, and, as Lucas thought with a strange, thrilled trepidation, she was getting closer to how she had been in the restaurant. She had been an otherworldly goddess then, yes, but she had only started the spurts for a few days, and already…well, she was a close to a 9 out of 10. 

Lucas reached for his erect cock and started jerking it, but he made himself stop. He didn’t know whether cumming without Brooke would make him shrink again — as far as his own shrinkage was concerned, Lucas had no idea how it was happening. At this point, he was trying not to think about it too much, since it made him feel like he was about to have a panic attack. In the time that he had spent, however, he had worked it out in his head that it had to do with Brooke’s nanobots somehow. Brooke wasn’t here with him now…and his member, his brain…his entire body, was literally aching for release.

‘Fuck it,’ he thought to himself, starting to pump furiously, ‘It’ll be fine. She’s not here. I’ve got nothing to worry about.’

He came in less than a minute, in spite of his efforts to hold himself off to prolong the pleasure. Cursing himself as he fapped the cum furiously out after abruptly stopping, he felt it spatter high up on his chest. He waited…nothing seemed to have changed. He knew that he could go measure himself, but the post-orgasmic stupor weighed heavily on him, and he just had the energy to wipe the cum off with a tissue and flush it down the toilet. He watched it go down, suddenly feeling an enormous sense of waste. 

‘Brooke could’ve swallowed that,’ he thought to himself, against his will. ‘It could’ve made her bigger…and more beautiful.’ 

But Lucas shook his head to himself, turning off the bathroom light and getting back into bed. He was surely starting to lose it, thinking like that. He shut his eyes and managed to fall into an uneasy sleep. 

The next day, Lucas did his best to try and convince himself that his masturbation gambit hadn’t caused him to shrink. Nothing was terribly obvious, though he had to admit that, watching Brooke sprout up to 5’10-and-a-quarter, it was hard to tell if he was even actually taller than her, and by how much. 

‘Good god, relax,’ he told himself severely, ‘When people are within a few inches of each other, it’s just hard to tell. All there is to it. Like it’s not so obvious that Trent is one…uh, two inches taller than me. Get a grip.’ 

But when Brooke stepped off the stadiometer, and back into her 2-inch heels, Lucas couldn’t help but think that she definitely seemed a little taller than him. She gave him a curious once-over, and then sat down swiftly for her IQ test, not providing any more of a reaction. Lucas felt the irritation build in him again. She was still giving him the cold shoulder!? What did she think she was going to accomplish by all this? Lucas didn’t have too long to stew over it, however, because a little while later, the results came in: Brooke had scored a 115, only two points lower than his 117. He was still slipping, and she was still gaining on him. 

“Look at that,” he said in a shaky voice, grinning despite his internal horror, “You’re almost at my level Brooke!”

“Hmmm, interesting,” she responded, not sounding too interested. “Shall I get you your coffee, Mr. Mineur?”

“I…yes…yes please,” answered Lucas. She brought it to him promptly and he tasted it…it was delicious…perfectly balanced with cream and sugar, with no bite of acidity whatsoever. Lucas had expected Brooke to be watching him taste it, with her hands folded anxiously in front of her, but instead, she had just gone back around to her desk. She appeared to be typing something…either in her journal or in an email to someone. 

“Hrmm…this…this,” said Lucas, holding up his mug. Brooke didn’t even turn her head from the screen. 

“Yes?” she asked coolly. 

“It’s…not bad,” Lucas said, vastly downplaying the truth. “Not bad at all. You’re getting there, Brooke, haha. Guess working for me for a few days is starting to rub off on you, huh?” 

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to improve, Mr. Mineur,” came her immediate and deadpan reply. Lucas found himself wanting to continue the exchange, but Brooke had just effectively slammed the door on him. He turned back to his work, fuming at her passive aggressive behavior. It wasn’t long, though, before he was stealing covert little glances at her as she worked. 

‘9 out of 10 now…no question,’ came the inescapable thought. 

Lucas spent the rest of the day sitting in his black leather chair, in an effort to disguise his near-constant erection. He wanted to be close to Brooke, to stand next to her, to compare sizes with her, to feel her big, soft, warm tit flesh all up in his face…smelling her sweet, fresh scent. But he couldn’t expose himself…not when she was treating him like this. Lucas still had enough pride to resist. But when he got home that night, he didn’t waste any time jerking off. And just once wasn’t anywhere close to being enough. Two, three times more, he made himself cum…and then he did it some more. Vaguely, his brain flashed warning signs, but he completely ignored them, telling himself that he was safe, and that just as no shrinking had happened before (he assumed), nothing would happen now. More times than he could count, he gave himself up to the fierce bliss of orgasm, Brooke’s huge breasts bouncing and squishing and stretching the fabric of her dress in his head, as her deep green eyes froze his soul over and over again. 

When Lucas finally managed to stop, he stood up out of his bed…and he knew that things were different. He knew that everything had changed — the entire room seemed a little bigger. Lucas’s heart hammered away as he stood by his bathroom doorway, measuring himself. There was no doubt in his mind that he had really done himself in this time, but strangely, the surreal energy whipping around him was so strong that he didn’t even have the capacity to be horrified. The measurement didn’t even surprise him: he was 5’10-and-a-quarter…the same exact height as Brooke. 

The next morning, Lucas felt numb as he came into work. His clothes were now hanging noticeably looser on his body, and he could feel his feet rattling around in his shoes. He had rolled up his pants a few inches, so as not to make it all too obvious, but he still made a distinct point to get to his office early, so no one would see him. He knew he was holding off the inevitable, but he needed more time to rack his brain about what to do about his terrible situation.

He was surprised, then, to find Brooke already in his office. She had arrived earlier still, and was standing on the stadiometer on her bare feet, doing a crossword puzzle, anticipating with apparent eagerness her next growth spurt. Lucas felt sick when he noticed a pair of 4-inch red heels sitting by Brooke’s desk. He also saw her eyes lingering on him for a few long moments, longer than they usually did, and Lucas could tell that she was taking in his reduced stature. Once again, however, she made no mention of it. 

“Hello sir,” said Brooke, “I got here a little early, so I thought I’d go ahead and streamline the process and get ready.”

“That’s…good. That’s good. Thank you Brooke,” Lucas said, already feeling small around her. Even though they were the same height, the way that Brooke was confidently standing there in her red dress, with her breasts pushed out and her shoulders held back, she just seemed…bigger than him. And, a few minutes later, she was. At 8am exactly, Lucas stood closely by, watching with slow, inevitable excitement and dread as Brooke’s deepening green eyes rose slowly, slowly up above his. It was very subtle, but the moment was seared into Lucas’s mind because Brooke was making eye contact with him; he felt his eyes lock onto hers helplessly. He could not look away…and as the seconds passed, he felt his own eyes averting slightly upward in order to keep looking into hers. It was done. She was a quarter inch taller than him. Lucas was rock hard and gaping, but Brooke didn’t even seem to notice or care. She casually stepped off the stadiometer and promptly slipped into her red heels. 

Brooke’s head shot way up over Lucas’s, and he was dumbfounded to discover that he was looking straight into her elegant, alabaster neck. His eyes didn’t even come up to her chin anymore. His shoulders were even with her huge F-cup breasts which seemed to stretch her red dress to the limit. When Brooke stared forward, her eyes were exactly even with the top of Lucas’s head. He had already been feeling small before, but now, he felt positively dwarfed. In her heels, his secretary was over four inches taller than him, and apparently not too far away in weight either. The sheer size and bulk of her full thighs, her big ass, and her wide healthy hips, to say nothing of her massive breasts, was enough to convince Lucas that even if he was still heavier than Brooke, it couldn’t have been by much. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Brooke, meanwhile, was giving him a dispassionate once-over, her gorgeous green eyes traveling slowly down his body, and then back up again, settling finally down on his face. Her eyes narrowed down at him slightly, but then, she just proceeded along to her desk, the twin fleshy orbs of her ass bouncing up and down crazily with each movement, as the rest of her augmented, feminine flesh jiggled and quivered gently. 

“So Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke expressionlessly after she had been sitting down at her desk for a few long moments, “The IQ test?”

 

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Chapter 19 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 19

Lucas blinked and looked down Brooke’s fat, full cleavage for a second before his eyes snapped back up to her vibrant green eyes, which seemed even deeper and more penetrating than before. 

“The…?” he said, trailing off. He hadn’t even heard what Brooke had just said. 

“The IQ test, Mr. Mineur,” Brooke answered, blinking those eyes of hers once, with deliberate patience. 

“Oh…oh! Yes, of course,” he muttered, walking over to his desk blankly and getting out two copies of the test, just like always. He knew that his erection was unabashedly obvious, and he had seen Brooke’s gaze incline slightly down to it for a mere second…long enough for her to have clearly noticed it. But she had given no other indication. 

He put one test down in front of her and mechanically turned and walked over to his desk, settling stiffly into his chair as he put his own copy of the test down on the desk in front of him. 

“Um…ok, begin,” he mumbled. 

“Excuse me?” asked Brooke professionally. “What was that, Mr. Mineur?”

“I said begin!” he replied hotly, suddenly and swiftly irritated. 

“My apologies — I didn’t hear you the first time,” replied Brooke immediately, and then arched over her work. 

“Maybe pay better attention, then,” Lucas mumbled again, even softer this time, and as Brooke didn’t seem to even react, he assumed that she hadn’t heard him then either. He looked at the blank IQ test in front of him, with all of the shapes and numbers and graphs and everything else he couldn’t concentrate on right now. He looked back to Brooke…the firm spills of her F-cup breasts were now splayed out sexily on either side of her as she focused intently on the test. There wasn’t anything Lucas felt like he could do — if resistance was an option, it wasn’t an option he was willing to explore. As he felt the blood flooding into his groin, stuffing his member, there was no way he wasn’t going to touch himself now. 

He checked to make sure that his door was closed…it was, but the blinds were open. Lucas hadn’t remembered touching them recently, not after he had pulled them shut before. Had Brooke…opened them when she had come in early? Lucas looked at her, working away, and then back at the blinds. Without thinking any more, he stood up and very deliberately closed them all, one by one. He turned back quickly to see if Brooke was watching him, but she was still just working away at the test; as far as he could tell, she hadn’t even looked up. 

Lucas then shuffled back quickly to his desk, taking up a pen in one hand as he hunched over his test, pretending to take it. Instead, though, he had stuck his other hand down his pants and was masturbating, stealing looks at Brooke’s amazing plethora of breast flesh pressed and splayed out on either side of her own test. And it wasn’t just her breasts he was jacking himself off to — Lucas had remembered how big Brooke’s desk chair had looked just the week before, especially when her small ass and skinny, awkward-looking legs were vainly attempting to fill it. How much things had changed, though…Brooke’s full, fleshy body now filled the entire seat of the chair, and Lucas even noticed the slight, rounded, bulging edge of her tight red dress actually hanging off the end of the chair, nearest to him. Her ass had grown bigger than the seat itself. 

The test was quite long, but for Lucas, it seemed to go by in an instant…and it could have gone on for much longer, without him even realizing it. Somehow, he had managed not to cum, even though he had gotten dangerously close a few times. Each instance, he had been able to remind himself that he would get smaller, and with this knowledge, he had miraculously succeeded in not blowing his load in his pants. The prospect itself was embarrassing to think about: covertly cumming in his pants while jacking off to his unsuspecting secretary? But Lucas waved it off in his mind. 

‘It’s my office, after all,’ he thought stubbornly to himself. ‘I can do what I want in here.’ 

When the test was done, Lucas pretended to grade his first, as Brooke worked on a crossword puzzle at her desk. 

“Ok…so, I got a 118 again,” he said, throwing out the number he had scored on an earlier test, and feeling oddly buoyant as he puffed up his chest a little and smiled in Brooke’s direction. If he had self-examined his feelings, he would have realized that he was simply proud of forcing himself not to cum. But he was too busy feeling irritated at Brooke’s apparent nonchalance at hearing his score to notice where his feelings came from. She hadn’t even looked up from her crossword puzzle yet. 

“And…let’s see…your score…” said Lucas, tallying everything up. He stopped, again having the sensation of everything in his periphery beginning to close in around him. His cock had been softening, but now it was starting to harden all over again. Brooke looked up now, turning her head in his direction as she blinked in relaxed interest. 

“…is 119,” Lucas finished. He felt that his lips were dry, and tried to wet them. 

“Hmm!” said Brooke, inclining her head slightly to the side as she pursed her mouth slightly. It was like Lucas had just told her some offhand, slightly interesting tidbit of random information. He sat there, staring at her as she returned to her crossword puzzle. That was it?! That was all she was going to give in reaction to the news that she was now objectively smarter than he was?? Lucas didn’t understand, but again, he felt the irritation starting to bubble up inside him. She was just being too obvious about it now, with all of this cold-shoulder shit. He wanted a reaction from her…something! 

In fixating on her so closely, Lucas was able to see that Brooke had looked at the clock on the wall and had then started to get her papers together, stacking them up, and putting her notebook on top. Lucas didn’t know what she was doing at first, and he was about to bark at her, asking where she thought she was going, when he remembered that there was a meeting at 11 that morning. He sprang up out of his chair, just as Brooke rose calmly to her feet from her desk. There was a split second when Lucas was transfixed and terrified by the sight of the 6-foot-2-and-a-half-inch curvy bombshell brunette rising up above him, a coolly professional expression on her face…and for that one instant, he almost was reduced to stopping in his tracks and staring all over again. But he quickly kept moving, knowing that anything else was going to make it so obvious to everyone else at the office how much she had grown…and how much he had shrunk. 

“Come on Brooke, hurry up,” Lucas barked at her, marching out of his office. “We don’t want to be late, do we? Keep up.” 

“Right behind you, Mr. Mineur,” came Brooke’s measured reply. Lucas felt the soft velvety timbre of her voice vibrating like electricity in his pants. There was absolutely no question that her voice had changed again — it had gotten deeper, sexier…maybe even a bit more throaty. Again, it wasn’t anywhere close to the tones of liquid ambrosia that she had been speaking in the restaurant a few days before, but…well, she was getting closer, not further, from how she had been then. 

But Lucas was trying to push all of this out of his head as he made a determined beeline for the conference room, marching down the hallway with long strides that he hoped looked confident rather than compensatory. If he had allowed himself to think about the situation, he would have become sick to his stomach with fear about his coworkers noticing his diminished stature, even as they simultaneously noticed how tall, elegant, and regal his secretary looked behind him. 

Fortunately for Lucas, there wasn’t anyone in the hall…but he could her the *clackclackclack* of Brooke’s high heels on the floor behind him, and he could tell that, although she wasn’t walking nearly as fast as he was, she was managing to keep steadily behind him by at least a few paces. 

‘It’s because her legs are longer than yours now,’ said a little voice in his head, the same voice that seemed to be fighting for control over his partially-erect cock. Lucas had tucked his length up into his waistband — he was going to ignore it. He was not going to let it become an issue; he was going to pretend that everything was perfectly fine. He was heartened to find that he and Brooke were among the first to get to the conference room, and even though Sophia was already there, Lucas thought he managed to sit down fast enough before she noticed anything amiss. She did, however, seem to give him an inquisitive glance, but then her eyes had quickly gone up in pleasure upon seeing Brooke come into the room after him. It was not lost on Lucas how everyone, as they filed in, barely even noticed him, or if they did, only gave him a tacit nod…whereas with Brooke, they all visibly brightened upon seeing her and made a point to smile and wave at her. Lucas sourly noticed that Rick looked particularly thrilled to see her.

‘Eh, it makes sense,’ he told himself reassuringly. ‘She’s like…his creation, really. Haha, or, really, his and mine.’

But this narrative didn’t get Lucas very far. There was no getting around the fact that, even when sitting down, Brooke already outshone him. 

“Alright, hello everyone!” said Dave a minute or so later, having come in last, and sitting down at his usual place at the head of the long, smooth conference room table. “Corrective maintenance on some of our newest products! I know we’ll be dealing with specific products outside of many of your specific interests, but I know we can use each others’ help brainstorming, so let’s get to it. Alright Rick, I’ll let you introduce the first product we need to take a closer look at.” 

“Ok thanks Dave,” said Rick, tugging a little on his lab coat as his eyes travelled straight to Brooke, “Though let me just start by saying that if all our products were working as well as Brooke’s nanobots…well, we wouldn’t be having this meeting now, would we?” 

A sea of appreciative laughs and chatters bubbled up from nearly everyone present, and everyone followed Rick’s lead to enjoy another shameless opportunity to look at Brooke. Lucas stared around desperately for a couple moments, momentarily apoplectic at the thought that so many eyes could be staring at his secretary, just…without his permission like that. But he realized quickly that he had to smile and look at her too, since he otherwise risked looking jealous…or unhinged. He turned and looked slightly up at her, smiling and chuckling along with everyone else. He tried his best to sit up as straight as possible, but with Brooke’s taller stature, and the added cushion of her big ass that she was sitting on, he was unable to erase the inch-high difference between them as they sat. 

It certainly didn’t help that Brooke seemed to be soaking up the attention. Lucas knew that if he had paid her that kind of complement in his office, she would’ve just gone on with her business, hardly even reacting to it. But now, in the conference room, with everyone else around, she was just drinking it all in, smiling, blushing, and giggling, as her vibrant green eyes sparkled. She looked straight across the table at Rick and shook her head as she gave him an especially wide, closed-mouth grin, as if to say, ‘You’re trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?’ Rick replied with a slightly awkward wink that went along with his shameless grin as he blushed even more than she did. Lucas seethed. 

A little while later, the attention of the meeting had shifted to Sophia, who was going through some issues that some of her software had been having. In his anger at the situation, Lucas had obstinately refused to look at Brooke, which was doing him favors as she quietly jotted down notes for him. Since he wasn’t looking at her, Lucas was free to actually pay attention to the progression of the meeting, and after half an hour, the seesawing of boredom mixed with periodic bursts of interest had gotten him to a point where he almost felt like he was in a normal Braden meeting, in a normal situation, on a normal day. 

“So it seems to me,” Sophia was saying, “That given those issues I just outlined, the best course of action would be to try some automatic bug-fixing techniques.”

A murmur of assent rippled through the conference room, and several people, Dave and Trent included, nodded their heads. 

“But these techniques would rely on a test suite, right?” 

Brooke’s calm, clear voice cut through the air to Lucas’s left. His eyes went wide as his eyebrows came together, and he turned to look at her. For once, in his anger, he could see past her fresh beauty. What on earth was she doing, talking out of turn like this!? Was she trying to embarrass him??

Brooke wasn’t even looking at him; she was looking across the table at Sophia, who was sitting next to Rick. 

“Um…yes, yes I think they would, Brooke,” said Sophia genuinely. “Why?”

“Well, just because those kinds of techniques wouldn’t really provide patch correctness guarantees, right?” came Brooke’s confident yet respectful reply. No one responded immediately, so Brooke just continued: 

“Since, you know, the test suite wouldn’t be complete and wouldn’t cover all cases.” 

“She’s right,” said James suddenly, looking towards her. “A weak test suite might lead generate-and-validate techniques to generate validated but incorrect patches in the software.”

“Huh…you know, I see what you two are saying,” said Sophia, beginning to nod. “Incorrect patches that have undesirable effects like eliminating desirable functionalities.”

“Or causing memory leaks,” added Dave, who was now leaning forward onto the smooth table, clearly engaged.

“Or just, you know, introducing security vulnerabilities that might not have been present before,” put in Trent. 

Lucas couldn’t believe it — they were all…just…playing off her like that!? Like she was an equal Braden employee. It didn’t matter that Lucas had to admit, deep down, that Brooke had just brought up a good point. He was trying to maintain a calm exterior, but underneath, he was positively livid. There was no question now that she was trying to undermine him and make him look bad. 

“Well,” said Dave, hands still folded in front of him as he looked around the room, “Per the astute point raised by Brooke here, how might we approach this issue, then?” 

He kept looking around the room for a few more silent moments, and then his eyes went straight to Brooke, his mouth breaking into a smile.

“I’m asking everyone, genuinely, secretaries included,” Dave chuckled. The whole conference room laughed, everyone looking appreciatively at Brooke. This time, Lucas couldn’t even bring himself to smile. 

Brooke’s lips parted and she smiled sheepishly, but she looked so gorgeous that her blush did nothing to dampen the healthy vitality of her cheeks, and her larger expression. Lucas felt himself slipping, and he forced his eyes to dart away from her face, seeking out Olivia’s reaction to being totally upstaged by this new girl. But his spirits sank even further when he saw that there wasn’t any malevolence in Olivia’s face: she was looking at Brooke searchingly, like she was genuinely expecting some kind of answer to come from her. 

“Wellll,” said Brooke bashfully, sitting up even straighter in her seat and rising another quarter inch over Lucas in the process, “Sophia could amplify a potentially failing test suite by producing more test cases that are then automatically labelled as either passing or failing. And…you know, just so to minimize the sheer human effort of labeling, an automatic test oracle could be developed that — ” and here Brooke motioned at Dave, who was nodding his head enthusiastically, apparently eager to complete her thought.

“That would eventually learn to classify test cases as passing or failing and only engage Sophia for uncertain cases,” he finished, capitalizing the sentence with a resounding smack of his hand against the smooth table. “Brilliant, Brooke! Just…just wonderful! Did you catch all that, Sophia?”

“Did I?” she laughed, staring at Brooke, deeply impressed, “Of course! It’s just that…wow Brooke…I didn’t expect…but, heheh, look at me, assuming things. You sure know your stuff, girl!” 

“Haha, well…just a thing or two, here and there,” she laughed modestly. 

“Seriously though,” said Dave, leaning forward towards her. “That’s exactly the kind of dynamic intervention that we’re looking for in these kinds of meetings. Lucas? Haha, what’s wrong? A little jealous that your secretary is stealing all your thunder?” 

Lucas gaped at Dave, his eyebrows becoming a single line on his forehead — now his immediate boss was just heaping on the humiliation. But Dave was laughing (along with everyone else), clearly not intending to humiliate Lucas. It was just the mindset that Lucas was trapped in that saw everything in terms of his inexorable descent beneath Brooke…in every way possible. Lucas alone knew that this process was already fairly advanced.

“It’s a just joke, man,” chuckled Trent. 

“Haha yeah, lighten up Lucas,” enjoined Ryan, with Steve nodding his head as he laughed with his lips closed. 

“Oho it’s not a joke to Lucas!” threw in Sophia, pointing at him from across the table. “Look at him — his face is turning red! Haha, and did anyone notice that Brooke’s taller than him now?” 

The laughter died down as every person in the conference room looked directly at Brooke and Lucas, silently comparing them. Lucas was already sitting up as straight as he could, and he was noticeably shorter. He didn’t know where to look…and so he looked at Brooke. She had turned her head slightly and was looking down at him, a slight smile on her face. And with her eyes still on him, she sat up a little straighter, rising a bit more above him. Lucas couldn’t keep looking at her — he was experiencing such a mixture of rage, arousal, helplessness, and humiliation that he thought he might just short-circuit and explode. His eyes went down her curvy, full-breasted figure and came to rest on the table directly in front of him. 

“Huh…yeah…looks like she is,” remarked Dave curiously a couple seconds later. Everyone else was just staring silently, not saying anything at all. But Lucas could feel their eyes going over the plain evidence before them, and there was nothing he could do. He lifted his eyes over at Rick, who was glancing in puzzlement from him to Brooke, and back again. Lucas knew that Rick could tell there was something wrong, but there was no way he could know what was actually going on, right!? 

“Hmm, ok well anyway,” said Dave, clearing his throat and proceeding along as he pointed at Brooke, “More of that from everyone else here, please.” 

The rest of the meeting passed by in a blur for Lucas, who did nothing to contribute…and all the while he heard Brooke’s pen, just scratching, scratching, scratching behind him, almost never stopping, taking notes, ostensibly for him…but Lucas, whether justified or not, felt that Brooke was calculated in everything she was doing at this point. On the surface she was just taking notes for him like a good secretary; but beneath the surface she was taunting him, the incessant sound of her pen scratching into his subconscious the reality of her having succeeded him, in both height and intelligence, with the veiled, implied threat of her taking his place at the company. Lucas knew that he was losing his mind, but he also knew, with equal conviction, that he had lost control of the situation — what was real and not real anymore was a complete tossup in his overburdened brain. 

When Dave finally brought the meeting to a close, Lucas was the first out the door. He didn’t care that it was blatantly obvious to everyone else that he was leaving in a childish huff. Lucas had more important things to worry about — he had to get out of there before people saw him standing next to Brooke in her 4-inch heels. He had been semi-erect all meeting long, and at this point he did not trust his own ability to control his erections around her. 

*clackclackclackclack*

The sound of Brooke’s heels echoed in his ears behind him as he stormed down the hallway. Lucas had thought that Brooke would surely linger in the conference room after the meeting, soaking up everyone’s praise, striking up an extended conversation with Dave, and essentially anything else than what she was doing right now, which was following him. He almost turned around to look at her, but just hearing her heels behind him was all he needed to know it was her. A sideways glance, just to make sure, revealed the vibrant red of her dress in the periphery of his vision. She was following him alright. And it made him even madder. He was just a little over 5’10 now…and in her heels she was half an inch away from 6’3. She had showed him up more times than he could have imagined possible in a single meeting…all without appearing to try. And now she had the audacity to follow him back into his office, like nothing had happened? Like she was just doing her job!? 

He walked faster, but Brooke apparently kept pace with him, so that she was only a few paces behind when he got to his office. As soon as Brooke came in, she closed the door, and Lucas whirled around in place, his face bright red with pent-up rage. He had already opened his mouth to start yelling at Brooke, but he found, upon turning around, that she was actually much closer to him than expected, with only a few feet between them. Lucas found himself staring into the bottom of her elegant, well-formed neck. The long, tightly-squished chasm of her cleavage was higher than his shoulders, and from it emanated a delightful floral scent, the same scent that Lucas had smelled coming from her multiple times before. Brooke had apparently stopped walking abruptly, because her F-cups were trembling and bouncing from the inertia of her previous movements. To Lucas, it seemed like they were jiggling and shaking right under his nose. 

For several long moments, all he could do was stare into Brooke’s cleavage…and she let him, simply standing there close, looming over him, looking expressionlessly down onto the top of his head. As the seconds passed by, however, Lucas managed to recompose himself. He took a deep breath, stepped back a pace, looked up at Brooke’s placid face with undisguised wrath, and launching his pre-planned verbal assault. 

“That was all completely uncalled for!!” he bellowed, jabbing his finger down towards the floor. 

“What was, Mr. Mineur?” asked Brooke mildly. 

“You…you know what I’m talking about!” he yelled up at her. “Showing me up like that in front of everyone! Sp-speaking out of turn…”

“I wasn’t showing you up, Mr. Mineur — I was just contributing to the meeting,” she replied.

“Th-that’s not your job!” Lucas spat. “Your job is to take notes for me! That’s it!” 

“Dave seemed to think otherwise,” Brooke remarked.

“And…and,” continued Lucas, ignoring her comment, “Sitting up when everyone was watching s-so…so that you looked taller than me!”

“But Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke quietly, taking a step closer to him, “I am taller than you now.”

Lucas felt his jaw slacken as he looked straight into Brooke’s neck. She was so close to him now, close enough to where he could smell the floral aroma that wafted steadily up from the long line of her cleavage, in between her huge heavy breasts. He felt so incredibly small next to her; even though he knew that she was boosted by her 4-inch heels, there wasn’t getting around the fact that Brooke was right. She was taller than him now, even without the heels. And it wasn’t just her height — her entire figure had swelled voluptuously, with her breasts, hips, and ass becoming especially accentuated. At this point, Lucas wondered how much more he weighed than her…or if he really weighed that much more than her at all. 

His raging cock was battling against the fabric of his pants, and a desperate sense of panic gripped him. All she had to do was step towards him. That was all it took for him to lose control. He doubled down, setting his jaw hard, as he craned his head slightly to look up at her, in the eye. Her green eyes blinked down at him blankly, curiously…and maybe even with a slight tinge of…smugness? Was he imagining that!? It didn’t matter. He had to re-establish his authority now, and fast. 

“I don’t need to argue semantics here Brooke,” he snapped out into his office. “The point is that I am your boss, and you are to behave in a manner appropriate to your subordinate position.” 

“Of course, Mr. Mineur,” answered Brooke. 

“And that means no speaking up in meetings, unless I ask you for something,” continued Lucas, feeling his neck pulsating with anger. 

“Yes, Mr. Mineur.”

“That means not going out of your way to embarrass me, just because your body happens to be benefitting from my nanobot technology.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Mineur.” 

“And that means having your secretarial job be the number one priority for you in this office. Do you understand? That means that your little volleyball teams and your…your social forays with coworkers take a back seat to the job that you do here, for me. Am I making myself clear?” 

“Crystal clear, Mr. Mineur.” 

Lucas glowered up at her. She was mocking him; she had to be, saying his name like that after each reply. But from the expression on her face, which was utterly blank and professional, Lucas didn’t have anything to go on. Not that he had anything to go on with his other demands, of course. Lucas knew that he was being totally unreasonable and harsh towards her — she hadn’t done anything to deserve this kind of talk. But it didn’t matter. To Lucas, the most important thing was that he remained in control, and for the moment, until he could somehow contain himself around Brooke’s burgeoning presence, this was how it had to be. 

“Should I go draw you up an item list for the rest of the day?” asked Brooke, breaking the silence between them. Lucas realized that it had been several seconds since Brooke had last spoken. 

“Uh…no. No, actually,” he declared, going around his desk to sit down. Her mere suggestion made him mad, because, even if she hadn’t intended it that way, it was her taking control. Lucas settled down in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. He needed his item list, but right now, he had to put Brooke in her place.

“Why don’t you go make me a coffee instead?” he said casually. 

“Just as you wish, Mr. Mineur,” nodded Brooke immediately, and promptly left the office. Lucas watched the large weight of her ass cheeks bouncing crazily up and down as she went, and he felt his cock twitch when he realized that, from behind, he could still see the edges of Brooke’s breasts. They had become so big that they stuck out on either side of her torso, bouncing and swaying as she walked. Lucas considered jerking himself off quickly, before she got back, but he thought better of it. It wasn’t the right time.

The coffee was the best-prepared cup he had ever tasted. It was perfectly balanced and smooth. 

“Well, congratulations,” he said in a sarcastic voice over towards her, “You’ve finally got it right, Brooke. Let’s try and build off this, huh? It’s only a cup of coffee, but it’s a good place to start, right?”

“Right, Mr, Mineur,” she replied immediately. “I’m glad you like how it tastes.” 

Later that night, as Lucas struggled to go to sleep, Brooke’s words echoed in his head, over and over. ‘Glad you like how it tastes…how it tastes…tastes…tastes…’

In the dead of night, staring up at the ceiling, he could feel himself starting to crack. It had taken a monumental effort on his part to get through the rest of the day without jerking off, especially since it had been impossible for him to avoid doing more double and triple takes at Brooke’s swelled proportions. He had purposefully sent her out to do frivolous tasks, just so he could see her ass cheeks twinge up and down, just so he could see those incredible blooming breasts of hers bounce and jiggle as they pressed insistently into a dress that barely contained them. And her cool, steady face, looking down at him, those vibrant green eyes penetrating his skull into his brain. 

He reached up to surrender, to jerk his turgid cock that was begging for release. 

No…no he couldn’t. He had already gone too far…done too much. He glanced to the side, at something dark sitting on his nightstand. He looked back at the ceiling and shook his head, dropping his hands away from the expectant and yearning length of his cock. It had been torture, trying to avoid all of his co-workers, and especially Sophia (who already seemed to know that something odd was going on). If he gave himself up and jacked off over and over, just as he had done the previous night, there would be no way of hiding it — everyone would know that he had shrunk. As it was now, he could probably explain it away somehow…slipped disk, or something like that. But he had to hold firm; he had to keep himself at bay. He had to resist the phantasmagorias of Brooke’s eyes, her breasts, her ass, and her voice, as they spiraled in on themselves inside his head, making sleep all but impossible. 

The next morning, an exhausted and bleary-eyed Lucas opened his office door, only to find that Brooke had again arrived to work earlier than him. Lucas stopped dead in the entrance. There she was, sitting…at his desk…her fresh face lit up by the blue tint of his computer screen. Lucas opened his mouth to express his indignation, but his voice wasn’t ready yet. He was still taking in the sight of the gorgeous, well-dressed young woman sitting in his chair…Brooke was wearing a deep blue dress that contrasted wonderfully with her brunette hair and green eyes. And the confident way she was sitting up straight in front of the computer made Lucas feel, with an unpleasant jolt, that she looked almost more well-suited for sitting at the desk than he did. Certainly, no one else walking in would have questioned her position there. 

But as soon as he had absorbed the impressive sight of Brooke in his place, Lucas felt the anger boiling up again inside him. Now she was just playing with him, toying with him — and she had taken it too far. 

“What…do you think you’re doing?” he asked, the outrage immediately evident in his voice as he closed the door behind him. 

“Oh, good morning Mr. Mineur,” said Brooke, looking away from the screen, and up at his advancing form. “I got here 20 minutes early and thought that, instead of just messing around with my crosswords, I’d go ahead and get a jump-start on the day.”

“By…by logging into my personal computer!?” Lucas has reached the edge of the desk, and dropped his suitcase to the floor. He knew that he must not have looked that intimidating in the slightly baggy clothes he was wearing, but he was so angry that he wasn’t even considering any of that. 

“Well that was the only way I was going to have access to your emails,” said Brooke calmly, gesturing to the screen. “I’ve been sending out messages that had been on your to-do list, just so that you wouldn’t have to worry about them, and could spend your time on less mundane tasks.” 

“You…you’ve been sending out emails!?” cried Lucas, his face getting hot. “In MY name!??” 

“They’re only routine little paragraphs, generally to Braden under-departments…nothing complicated,” said Brooke smoothly. “I figured that you’d rather not have your valuable time taken up with those perfunctory little tasks, and so I just went ahead and did them for you.” 

Lucas didn’t even know what “perfunctory” meant, but Brooke’s use of the word just made him even madder. In addition to infringing on his authority by blatantly sitting in his black leather chair at his computer, she was subtly reminding him that she was now technically smarter than he was…and about to get even smarter. 

“L-listen here, Brooke,” he said in a voice that was literally shaking with anger, “I…I don’t know how you convinced yourself that…that you could just…sit in my chair like that, opening up and going through all my emails…but you were WRONG.” 

Brooke just sat there, blinking at him expressionlessly. Lucas felt the dam begin to flood over, and he jabbed his finger down at the floor, hit face getting red, the veins in his neck bulging. 

“You have NO respect for the authority of this office!! NONE!! You think that just because you’ve gained a couple inches, you get to just waltz around in here, doing whatever you please!?! Well you DON’T, Brooke!! You DON’T get to do whatever you want!! What you NEED to do is develop some RESPECT for your superiors!! You need to learn your PLACE, Brooke!! That’s twice now, TWICE, in TWO DAYS, that you’ve made deliberate and premeditated efforts to undermine my authority, to DISRESPECT my position as your boss!! I’m NOT going to stand for it Brooke — YOU HEAR ME!?! I’m NOT gonna take it!! If you keep up with this RIDICULOUS charade, this UNACCEPTABLE behavior, then there will be consequences. And it’ll start with me docking your pay!! Don’t think that I won’t act, Brooke. Don’t think that I won’t make good on it. I MEAN what I SAY!! GOT IT!?!”

The whole time he had been speaking, Lucas’s face had gotten redder and redder, as his voice became more and more shrill; he was having a temper tantrum, right there in his office, and all the while, Brooke just sat there, her expressionless face not changing or reacting in the least. Her unflappable demeanor only fueled Lucas’s rage, and he was desperate to realize that his outburst had not achieved its intended effect, which was to intimidate her. She looked no different now than when he had started shouting, but in the context of the office, in light of what had just been thrown her way, Brooke’s coolness made her look all the more powerful. 

“My apologies, Mr. Mineur,” she said calmly, rising up out of the chair to her feet. “It won’t happen again.” 

Lucas watched wide-eyed as Brooke rose, a brilliantly deep blue pillar of feminine flesh, up and up and up, far past where he expected, until she finally stopped, with her eyes actually higher than the top of his head. Lucas was stunned to see that he was now looking straight into her collarbones, which stood out majestically against the alabaster and elegant beauty of her lower neck. This couldn’t be right…had…had Brooke grown even more!? He had managed to not cum last night, so he knew that he couldn’t have shrunk. It all didn’t seem possible, but then, it suddenly all became clear. 

*clackclackclack*

Brooke walked around the desk, looking huger and huger with each step as she got even closer to him. Lucas looked down and saw that Brooke was wearing a new pair of heels, shiny black, that looked to be a good deal taller than the 4-inch heels she had been wearing the day before. 

“Are…are those?” Lucas began, pointing down at the heels. He couldn’t even sound mad now — he was too overwhelmed with how big Brooke looked now compared to him; as she walked closer, Lucas’s eyes were inexorably drawn to those big, bountiful breasts, which were now higher than his shoulders, and threatening to reach his chin. Even though Brooke’s dress fit the rest of her body quite well, hugging her hips and thighs with alluring tightness, Lucas couldn’t help but feel that Brooke had had to force her breasts into the dress. They were squeezed so tightly together that Lucas wondered if it was even possible to get anything into her cleavage. He had a brief moment where he imagined trying and failing to force his hand in between the hot mass of her huge breasts, but Brooke was talking now. 

“Oh yes, these are some new heels Sophia dropped off for me last night,” Brooke was saying.

Without being asked, Brooke promptly stepped out of the heels, bending down to pick them up, as she walked over to the stadiometer to be measured. All of a sudden, she was nearly Lucas’s height again. But as he watched her head toward the corner, it was still clear to Lucas that she was taller than him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, as he made his way over, overwhelmed by the unexpected height comparison, but still fuming from the previous exchange. 

It didn’t help, once he was standing up closer to Brooke, that he found that he couldn’t see the top of her head. There was no way he could get an accurate measurement this way.

“Can’t see properly,” he muttered, barely audibly. “Gotta get a…stool or something.” 

There was a little four-inch step stool behind his door that Lucas kept for dusting the top part of his office blinds, so he went to fetch that, returning with it moments later as he stared determinedly down at the ground. No way was he going to give Brooke the opportunity to penetrate him with the ironic expressionless taunting of her green eyes. He put the stool down next to her and then stepped up, raising himself a few inches up above her. He hadn’t planned on it, but the sudden and immediate proximity to Brooke’s body forced Lucas to notice things that hadn’t been apparent before. Her lips looked so full, and so glossy, that Lucas found himself wondering whether Brooke had gotten some sort of injections…but they didn’t look fake. They were just…unusually plush and delectable, and as Lucas stood there on the stool, momentarily transfixed, Brooke parted them ever so slightly, in a furtive gesture of acknowledging his stare. 

Her face looked absolutely gorgeous — her complexion was vibrantly fresh and beautiful…again, Lucas reminded himself, not the otherworldly radiance that she had been in the restaurant, but still…he couldn’t help but admit…she was getting closer and closer to that point. 

‘Is she…? Is she a ten out of ten?’ Lucas asked himself. ‘No…no way…not yet…just a nine-and-a-half.’ 

A sudden upsurge of sweet-smelling air caught his nostrils, dilating them with the mere force of fragrance. Lucas felt his eyelids flutter slightly, but he hardened himself, determined not to break…this was made more difficult, though, by the F-cups expanding down below. Brooke had taken a deep breath — that was it. But it was enough to nearly send Lucas off the edge. He could feel his cock growing, totally independent of his will, in between his legs, but he compelled himself to focus on the top of her head, in preparation for the spurt.

But it was already happening. Brooke’s head was inching slowly upward on the stadiometer, and Lucas cast an alarmed look back down at her breasts. They were still expanding — Brooke hadn’t taken a deep breath…she was growing! Lucas looked hurriedly at the clock on the wall, and back down to Brooke’s burgeoning breasts. He had never missed the start of the growth time before! Had he actually allowed himself to be that distracted!? Sometimes being around Brooke made time slow down, but other times, like now, it paradoxically seemed to make time speed up again. He swallowed a lump in his throat as his pained dick drank in the sight of Brooke’s bosom swelling into twin G-cups, stretching her blue dress to the point where the fabric actually became visibly lighter around her bust. The sweet fragrance swirled around Lucas’s head, and he caught sight of plusher lips, higher cheekbones, and even more seductive green eyes, burning up at him with cool, effortless beauty. Her expression, still, was unchanged. 

“Huh, o-ok,” said Lucas, pretending to be casual as he jotted her height down, stepping off the stool and seeing her head rise slightly up half an inch above his own, “So you’re…5-foot-10-and-three-quarters now.”

“Ok,” said Brooke blankly, without any hint of a reaction. Lucas would have been irritated with her for giving him an empty return, but she was already stepping back into her 6-inch heels that had been waiting patiently to accommodate and show off her new height. Lucas saw the soft swells of her well-formed calves bulge and flex with feminine mass as Brooke’s feet rose up in the heels…and then she started rising…higher, and higher, and higher still, up and up past Lucas’s height, and then even taller beyond that. When Brooke’s sexy bare legs straightened, she was looking down at the top of Lucas’s head…it didn’t even reach her eye level anymore. In her heels, she was nearly 6’5, almost 7 whole inches taller than him. And as she straightened out, her dress stretched audibly, once again struggling, this time with a bit more urgency than before, to contain the tall, buxom young woman inside. 

Lucas was already semi-erect, but when Brooke stood up to her full height in those 6-inch heels, her prodigious breasts were even with his neck, extending out on either side of him, two massively intimidating yet inviting monuments of flesh to what Brooke had already become. He felt something snap in his mind, and he went wild with lust. 

“You know,” he said in a low voice, through the berserk buzzing in his ears, “Even though you made all those mistakes before…I might not have to dock your pay after all…that is, if you can make up for it in another way.”

Lucas’s eyes went down, very obviously, to his hard cock, which was fighting to escape his dress pants. He felt his eyes then flit to his briefcase, which was sitting on the floor close by the stadiometer. He controlled himself in the midst of his shaking lust, and looked back up at Brooke. Her green eyes held his steadily, and aside from a single, measured blink, she did nothing to indicate that she understood or accepted the innuendo. Her non-reaction only intensified Lucas’s lust, and infused it with rage. 

“Get on your knees!” he barked roughly, pointing his finger down aggressively to the floor in front of where he stood. Brooke inclined her head down slightly, raising an eyebrow expectantly, but showing no reaction otherwise. 

“I said NOW!” yelled Lucas, feeling his face burn like it was a thousand degrees. Brooke apparently didn’t need any more compelling, because she smoothly dropped to her knees in front of him, just as Lucas was unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. It bounced and strained shamelessly into the fluorescent office room air. 

“SUCK it!!” Lucas commanded, unconsciously snarling his face a little as he spoke the words. Brooke blinked up at him once before staring straight forward into his awaiting dick. She was staring it straight down the hole…and then, without any hint of protest, she parted her plush lips and brought them forward, getting closer and closer, until they brushed the head of his cock. 

Lucas came violently, spewing rope after rope of white cum as Brooke’s awaiting mouth. She made sure to keep her lips parted the whole time, so that she was able to receive the quick cumshot in her mouth. She wasn’t making any sexy noises, or flashing any dirty looks — she was just taking it all in her mouth, like she knew exactly what he expected of her. Once he was done shooting, she looked up at him from her kneeling position, made eye contact, and swallowed. Lucas felt a rush of fierce pride and power; he hadn’t even asked her to do that…she just knew. She already knew what he wanted, and she had done it. 

Lucas heard her dress strain a little more, as he watched the boobs below him swell even bigger. It seemed too that Brooke’s upturned face (which was even more lustrous in complexion than before) was getting close to him…and it was. But it wasn’t just because Brooke was growing another quarter inch; it was because he was shrinking a quarter inch at the same time. Lucas knew what was going on, but he had finally broken. His lust for Brooke’s growth, and his shrinkage, overpowered anything that stood in the way.

After swallowing his cum, Brooke lifted her head up to him, as if to assume that the exchange was finished. But Lucas extended out his hand and forced her head back down. 

“I’m not finished,” he growled in between clenched teeth. “Do it again. Make me cum again!!”

Once more didn’t prove to be enough for Lucas in this state. For the next several minutes, he forced Brooke to blow him through not one, not two, but three orgasms. Each climax shot a surprising amount of cum down Brooke’s throat, whose face had been screwed down on his surging cock by the force of Lucas’s hold. She hadn’t been resisting, but he had held her there, making sure that she had nowhere to go when he came down her throat. Each time Brooke swallowed another cumshot, her complexion brightened, her eyes sparkled clearer, and her boobs swelled and tightened the bust of her dress that much more. It was after the third cumshot, however, when Brooke looked up at Lucas with that unmistakable fire and excitement in her eyes, the exact same power-hungry, fiercely thrilled expression that had been hiding for what seemed like so long. Clearly, she was being energized by the three-quarters of an inch Lucas had gifted her, but still, even through all this, she remained professional. She did not moan out or smile, or even make a sound, other than the determined gulps of her dutiful throat. 
But seeing that green fire flame up in Brooke’s eyes spurred Lucas onto an entirely different plane of lust. It was time. Without moving his legs much, Brooke’s mouth still at his cock, he shimmied over to his briefcase, bent down, and opened it, taking something out a moment later. It was a dark container, the same container that had been by his bedside for days. 

“I’ve been saving this for you,” he grunted, handing the jar down to her, which she unquestioningly accepted. “Drink it!” 

Brooke looked down into the container, and saw that it contained a large amount of cum…large enough for three whole additional inches of growth. Brooke had already grown an entire inch that morning, from the scheduled growth, and the three cumshots she had been forced to swallow. She was already 5’11-and-a-half…and Lucas had shrunk all the way down to 5’9-and-a-half. But she was still on her knees, holding the jar in both hands, staring down into it curiously. When her eyes came back up to Lucas’s, they were uncertain. Even she seemed to realize that it might have been too much to take all at once. 

“DRINK IT!!!” screamed Lucas, his face contorting with wild, furious lust. 

Brooke lowered her eyes to the container, bowed slightly in her kneeling position and obediently brought the container up to her lips. She started sipping, but that wasn’t enough for Lucas. 

“GULP IT!!!” he bellowed. “I WANT YOU TO GULP IT ALL DOWN!!!” 

Brooke’s throat started undulating and transitioning, back and forth, as she struggled to swallow the huge load of cum. A few times, it started leaking out from between her full lips, but each time this happened, Brooke was able to catch the leak, slurping it back into her mouth. Lucas stood there, his exhausted cock till fully at attention, as he watched Brooke become “more” with every mighty gulp. Her face became even clearer and more beautiful, and her skin started to take on the first beginnings of that preternatural glow. He was done shrinking for the moment, but her growth had suddenly accelerated to an unprecedented speed, and Lucas could see her literally rising up from her kneeling position, closer and closer to his head. Her breasts, though, were the main show, straining and expanding the now-pale blue fabric of her dress with the heaviness of their blooming magnitude. It didn’t take long before the bust of her dress surrendered and tore asunder, right down the middle of her tight, engorged cleavage, as Brooke’s breasts exploded out of her dress, spilling over Lucas’s lap on either side as she continued to gulp down the rest of the container. 

Her head was thrown back, the lewd, continuous motion of her throat plain to see, as she kept gulping and gulping loudly, over and over again. Lucas felt her huge hand wrap around the back of his thigh as she steadied herself in position, ensuring that her warm, expanding, and naked tits continued to splay themselves out against his lap…ensuring that her big, big body rubbed up against his shrunken one as much as possible as she continued to grow and expand. 

“Aaaaaahhhh!” 

A satisfied exhalation rumbled through the air. Brooke leaned forward again after her epic swallowing job, her green eyes jarringly beautiful and piercing, as she opened her mouth to let loose the sound. Lucas had barely managed to stand throughout this whole process, which had seen Brooke grow all the way to 6’2-and-a-half in her bare feet. But she wasn’t in her bare feet…and she was standing up again, in her 6-inch heels. The elegant column of her curvy body rose up before him, filling his vision, until all he could see were the enormous, bare, J-cup breasts that hung high and heavy together, squeezing against each other, right on either side of Lucas’s face. Brooke’s nipples were large and erect, pointing outward an entire inch, framing Lucas’s head, to bookends of mammoth tit-flesh. What was left of Brooke’s poor, tormented dress hung about her huge hips, toned stomach, and softly-developed, solid feminine shoulders. The top of Lucas’s head didn’t even reach her chin anymore.

If Lucas had had the capacity to cum again, in that moment, he would have. It wouldn’t have mattered if Brooke wasn’t even touching him. Standing before him now, she was a full 11 inches taller, standing at a monstrous 6’8-and-a-half. She absolutely towered over him. 

Lucas felt a shadow pass over him, and he realized that Brooke had reached over towards his desk (which was out of reach for him) for something. It was surreal, feeling the shadow of her arm extend over him…and when he managed to look up into her face, her increased intelligence was plain to see in the effortless control of her expressions. She had been a little smarter than him before. Now…she was a lot smarter. And still, somehow, she maintained her unflappable air of professionalism. Lucas’s lips parted of their own accord, following the motion of Brooke’s as she opened her mouth to speak. Somewhere in his mind he realized that she was passing him a sheet of paper. Her voice was like rumbling velvet.

“Your agenda for the day, Mr. Mineur.”

 

End Notes:

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Chapter 20 by Joyce Julep

Chapter 20

Lucas reached up and took the piece of paper from Brooke, noticing that he was lifting his hand way up to his shoulder height, while Brooke’s extending arm was straight…her elbows were even with his shoulders. Something as simple as accepting the day’s agenda was an out-of-body experience for Lucas — it didn’t really seem like he was moving his own body, because he was far, far too busy staring at the nearly 6’9 amazonian behemoth standing before him. Brooke’s beautiful deep blue dress was in tatters now; her full, fleshy thighs and hips had caused it to expand and tear in several places, but it had been Brooke’s enormous, heavy, J-cup breasts that truly wrecked the dress. 

The surreal, out-of-body sensations that Lucas was having mostly had to do with the fact that he was staring into these naked, liberated breasts head-on, with her hard, erect nipples poking out into the air only slightly below his mouth. All he had to do was walk forward a pace or two, incline his head, and then he could suck on those huge, fat nipples again…rub his face all up in that hot sea of breast flesh once more, as Brooke cooed him on, encouraging him to suck. He felt himself lean forward toward those gigantic bare mammaries, and he extended out afoot to walk towards them.

But wait…no! What was he thinking?! He was still mad at Brooke for overstepping her position, for trying to show him up in front of the whole company. He was still the boss here, and he wasn’t going to let Brooke’s amazonian stature get in the way of him reestablishing his authority. He blinked his eyes, shook his head a little (in an effort to chase away the image of those perky, inviting nipples, pointed straight at him), and looked up at her. He was going to keep up his tough facade; he was going to order her to do more things for him…

Brooke’s deep green eyes sparkled down curiously at him, first grazing over the top of his head, and then going up and down his body slowly, like she was taking stock of how small he looked to her now. Lucas saw the slightest hint of a smile on her full lips, which were turned up just a tad at the corners. Had she…opened back up to him? Was she shedding that cold, distant professionalism that she had been punishing him with ever since he rejected her advances before? His eyes found hers, and there it was — an unmistakable smile danced out across her face. He couldn’t be mad at her now…and anyway, even if he still was, she was far too huge and intimidating for him to keep up even the pretense of domination. 

“Uhh…so…your dress,” began Lucas, suddenly feeling clearly rational in the moment. “We’re gonna need to, um…to do something about that, aren’t we?” 

“Oh really?” came Brooke’s reply, looking down at her bare breasts as she gently jostled herself from side to side, making her huge breasts bob and weave, “I was thinking that it’d be just fine walking around like this.”

“Ummm,” began Lucas, but Brooke laughed and cut him off. 

“I’m just kidding, Lucas, gosh,” she chuckled. “It’s not like you’d actually let me go out into the hallway like this.”

She gave him another once-over from her lofty position 11 inches above him, and Lucas saw her nostrils slightly flare. 

“Although,” she added, in a bit of a different voice that hinted at the racy Brooke of old, “It’s not as if you could do much to stop me if I were so inclined, huh?” 

“I…I’m not sure…uh,” stammered Lucas, feeling the firm reality of his lack of control, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh drop it Lucas, come on,” teased Brooke, taking a step towards him and waving her immense tits in his face, “You don’t have the physical ability to stop me from doing anything anymore.”

“Y-you’re…you’re wearing heels,” he forced out weakly. 

“Yeah? And without them I’m still over 5 whole inches taller than you,” persisted Brooke, bending down so that she was looking at him straight in the face. “And I easily outweigh you now too. Look at my legs, Lucas…haha, I don’t think I could even fit into your pants now…the pants that are looking pretty loose on you, by the way.”

She straightened up and spread her arms out, admiring how firm, full, and strong they looked. From Lucas’s perspective, Brooke spreading her arms out like that made her look even bigger; he felt like he was about to be consumed by her body, wrapped up, never to be seen again.

“Those nanobots work wonders, don’t they?” murmured Brooke, looking herself over again before turning her glad green eyes back down on Lucas. “But anyway, yes, you’re right — something needs to be done about this dress here. Fortunately — ”

And here, Brooke stepped around Lucas to her desk and opened up her briefcase, and a moment later she was holding up a noticeably larger professional-looking business suit.

“I planned ahead.”

Lucas stared at her dumbly, having to process the implications of what Brooke had said. She wasn’t wasting any time, though, and a few seconds later she had torn away the remnants of her blue dress and was already halfway through re-dressing herself in her suit…it didn’t give Lucas much time to admire her incredible body, even though he did glimpse the toned fleshiness of her stomach, and the feminine, curvy volume of her bare hips. 

“S-so,” he began, trying to piece together Brooke’s innuendos, “So you…knew that you were going to grow this much today?!” 

“I knew?” asked Brooke wryly, redressing herself as she talked, ““Knew” is a pretty strong word, Lucas. I had my suspicions, though.”

“That…that I was saving my cum!?” Lucas was having a hard time believing that Brooke had thought that far ahead, even if she was technically just a little bit smarter than he was…‘And besides,’ he thought to himself, ‘That was a made-up number I gave for my last IQ test. I’m probably still just as smart as she is now, anyway.’ 

“Like I said,” laughed Brooke, pulling on a snazzy-looking black professional jacket, “I had my suspicions. I haven’t forgotten how crazy you went when you actually had direct control over my growth spurts. Remember that, Lucas? When you couldn’t help turning me into a gigantic sex goddess who made you cum over and over in the restaurant as you sucked on my biiigggg, fat nipple?” 

“I…remember, yes,” Lucas was forced to say. 

“So yes,” continued Brooke, putting her hands on the wide hips of her stylish, long black pants that hugged her thighs alluringly, “I hadn’t dismissed the possibility that you might do something to mimic the high of that experience for you. And when we both learned what your cum does to me when I” — and here, Brooke swallowed down at him, making her throat undulate — “Drink it…haha, well…it didn’t seem like too much of a stretch to imagine you doing something like exactly what just happened.” 

“You knew I was going to force you to — ”

“Force?” interrupted Brooke, her eyes going wide with humor as she shook her head. “You’re a precious little man, Lucas…though I have to say…whew! Haha, those heels were totally killing my feet.” 

Brooke had just kicked off her 6-inch heels, and now, once again, Lucas found himself staring straight forward into the bottom of her impressively-formed neck. Brooke’s J-cups were shoulder height to him now, but strangely, they seemed even huger on her now that Brooke had gotten rid of her heels. She was nearly 6’3, true, but even for that size, her breasts looked absolutely mighty. 

“You brought some flats with you?” Lucas asked hopefully, pushing away Brooke’s implication that everything he had “made” her do had all just been part of her larger plan, or at the very least, foreseen. 

“Sure did,” she answered, producing a pair of upscale black dress shoes from her briefcase.

“Ok, uhh…good,” he said, watching her heavy breasts sway back and forth in her tight white blouse as she bent down to put on her shoes. “I just…um, you know…I think it’d be a good idea for you to wear flats around the office, just so that you, uh, don’t — ”

“Arouse suspicion?” offered Brooke, looking up from her crouched position as her eyebrow went up playfully. “Or arouse you, perhaps?” 

“Uhh…so that you don’t arouse suspicion, yes,” said Lucas, trying to ignore her second question, which was more of a statement anyway. “Everyone at the office, uh, knows that you have a little growth spurt every morning, but…well — ”

“But something’s clearly going on,” chuckled Brooke, nodding her head down at him. “And if I wore heels, especially heels like that, everyone would be on to us, no?”

“Those…are my thoughts exactly, yes,” agreed Lucas. He had felt a strange sense of warmth wash over him when he heard Brooke refer to the two of them as “us.” 

“Plus, of course, if I wore 6-inch heels, you’d never be able to get anything done,” giggled Brooke, giving Lucas a playful little shove on the shoulder, causing him to stumble back a pace. “You can barely string two words together when I tower over you like that.” 

“I…s-so, anyway, uh…yeah, let’s…let’s try to keep to flats for the time being, ok?” said Lucas, feeling weak in the knees from Brooke’s relentless teasing. 

“Whatever you say…boss,” smiled Brooke, winking down at him. She allowed a few seconds of awkward silence to pass between them before adding: “So? What’s next on the agenda?”

“The…agenda?” asked Lucas blankly. He had been lost in her eyes. 

“Yeah, that piece of paper in your hand that I gave to you,” laughed Brooke. 

“Oh! Uh…ok,” muttered Lucas, looking down at it for a moment, before looking back up at her. “IQ test.” 

“Oooo, the IQ test!” Brooke repeated with wide eyes, mocking lightly. “I can’t wait to take it…again!”