Chapter 23

A little while later, the IQ tests were complete, and Lucas had motioned for Brooke to come and put hers on his desk, so he could score it. Of course, he wasn’t actually sitting at his desk anymore, since Brooke had usurped his big leather chair AND his desk, simply because she didn’t fit in her modest secretary chair anymore. The current office arrangement was intolerable to Lucas – there he was, sitting at the tiny secretary’s desk, in the little wooden chair (with his feet now dangling in the air), while Brooke was sitting in his huge, fancy black leather chair, looking regal and authoritative as she hunched her gigantic figure over the rich and shiny mahogany of his “Office Manager” desk. Even when she was sitting up straight, Brooke’s M-cup breasts squished down together on the desk. Lucas couldn’t help but compare how much she filled the space with how he used to, back when he was sitting there. It made him feel even smaller than he already did, which was saying something, as he had shrunk all the way down to 4’9. The worst part was that, deep down, Lucas knew that Brooke looked like she belonged in that spot…while he looked like he belonged in this spot, the secretary spot.

Brooke smirked down at Lucas as he motioned for her to put her IQ test on his desk. Her eyebrows went up, and Lucas experienced the maddening, sinking realization that his attempts at “authority-flexing” were a source of humor for her.

“Oooh, you like ordering me around like that, boss man?” Brooke teased, swiveling around in the black leather chair and leaning back in it, crossing her thick, delicious thighs (and wiggling her toes), so that the black fabric of her tight jeans strained audibly. She mimed pointing around the office, nodding in an exaggerated motion, with a serious expression on her face. Lucas felt the heat rising up his neck; she was mocking him.

“Well as long as we’re playing office charades,” Brooke grinned, arching a knowing, sexy eyebrow…and without speaking anymore, she yawned open the vast expanse of her mouth, and, with those gorgeous green eyes of her fixed firmly down on Lucas, she brought her hand up and pointed into her mouth. Then, after a few seconds, she pointed abruptly to Lucas, and then back to her mouth…to Lucas, and then back to her mouth once more. Her eyes went wide and then she shut them immediately after, as she swallowed her big throat, tracing her finger all the way down her elegant, alabaster neck, straight down the middle of her enormous cleavage, finally stopping at her stomach.

Lucas knew that his face was now completely red, both from frustrated anger and from helpless arousal. He knew that Brooke was just flaunting her power over him at this point, but it didn’t even matter that he had already cum for her twice that morning…and it wasn’t even 11. But by the “8 orgasms a day” that she had demanded, this third that she was now asking for was actually right on schedule.

Clenching his jaw, Lucas fought within himself to stay put. He hated that she could control him like this so easily. After briefly considering a flat rejection of her command, he ended up just staying there at the little desk, staring at Brooke’s colossal tits, which she had started lewdly bouncing in his direction. It was incredible – they were so big that Lucas felt like he could literally feel the vibration of their bouncing through the air, and even through the floor. He didn’t know whether he was imagining all this or not, but in any case, he could feel his resolve rapidly getting sapped away each second that went by. Brooke was openly giggling now, and as she bounced her tits even more, she extended out both of her hands, urging him towards her in the universal “come on” motion. Lucas still didn’t stand up, but he could feel his cock raging up in his pants, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out like this for much longer.

“Come on, little boss,” Brooke chanted, her upper body gyrating lasciviously as she continued to beckon him forward with her hands, “Come on, come on…don’t make me come over there and catch you, tiny man! Because I’ll punish you, and even if you pass out in my mouth after cumming, I’ll just keep on sucking and sucking until you give me more! Hahaha, I’ll drive you insane!”

She unfurled her big tongue in between her plush lips and began salaciously licking them, around and around in an eager circle. Her bouncing breasts proved too much for yet another button, and it came popping off, clattering down to the floor, and causing still more of her oceanic cleavage to spill out of her royal blue top. Lucas felt himself stand up and walk over, his body hunched meekly under the shadow of Brooke’s gigantic body. He knew there was no way he could resist her, not like this…and although the fire of his arousal was all-consuming, he still burned with hatred for how she was lording herself over him. In his mind, he resolved to give her what she wanted, just for now, because some way on down the line, he would think up a way to get back at her.

Grinning triumphantly, Brooke produced the empty jar for him to cum into and bent down towards him. Shakily, he attempted to take it, but she didn’t let it go. Instead, she simply held it there, expectantly open towards his groin. Hating the whole situation still more, Lucas yanked down his pants and started beating himself off furiously, trying to get it all over as quickly as possible. All the while, Brooke stared at him silently, the same triumphant look lighting up her angelic features. She was just so huge compared to him – even leaning down from her sitting position, she was still a good 6 inches taller than him. Her single hand easily wrapped around the jar that Lucas needed 2 hands to carry, and she was drumming her long, red fingernails into the glass, showing both how easy it was for her to hold, and how impatient she was for his cum.

Less than 20 seconds later, Lucas was groaning out into his office as he spewed yet another load into the jar. He had tried to avoid making any sound, just because he knew it would only embolden Brooke to mock him even further, but when the moment of orgasm came, his mind had been wiped blank, and all he could think about were those heavy, megalithic tits that were swinging back and forth, back and forth, in front of him, hypnotizing him with their alluring, fleshy size…and even worse, Lucas had seen Brooke’s nipples hardening the closer her got to orgasm; her nipples and areolae became more and more defined as they pressed into her tight top. SHE was getting turned-on by his helplessness, by his submission to her, and this, in turn, fuelled his own orgasm still further. He had not been able to avoid groaning out in a high-pitched whine as the cum came rocketing out of his throbbing shaft, making an audible *sploop* sound as it hit the bottom of the jar.

“Oooohoho, there we go!” giggled Brooke, shaking the jar to show her approval as it continued to fill, “That’s what I was looking for! C’mon, Lucas, c’mon! Keep squirting! Keep giving me more!”

But even though the spasms of his orgasm were still shaking through his body, Lucas wasn’t cumming anymore. Apparently, he had run out. Brooke frowned and shook the jar more insistently.

“Come onnnnn!” she breathed down at him, “Is that really all you have for me, Lucas!?”

“I…don’t have…anymore!” he panted, despising how weak and exhausted he sounded.

“Oh we’ll just see about that!” Brooke declared determinedly. With shocking speed for someone so huge, she swept up Lucas off his feet with her free arm and slapped him down across the expanse of her huge, plushy cleavage. She then stuck the cum jar deep down in between her breasts, taking care to playfully wriggle it through Lucas’s legs as she did so. His pants were already bunched around his ankles, but with another sweep of her hand, Brooke had whipped them off and tossed them to the floor. In the same motion, she flipped his body around, so that he was facing the same way she was, with his head hanging off the jutting end of her breasts, his torso splayed out across her giant cleavage, and his ass cheeks aimed up at her face.

“Now,” Brooke laughed, as she gripped Lucas around the waist and pried open his ass cheeks with her powerful thumbs, “Let’s play a little game of “Find the Cum!” You say there’s no more…I know there is! And I’m gonna find it! Ready, one, two, three, GO!”

Lucas felt Brooke’s hands tighten around his waist, going almost all the way around, as she thrust him downward. He felt his cock slip in between the warm, pillowy flesh of her tits, and then back out again. Brooke was literally using him to titfuck herself, and her size and power were such that she had no difficulty whatsoever in manipulating his body to do this. And then, with a surge of sensation, Lucas felt Brooke’s long, powerful tongue probing deep into his ass. He nearly screamed from the sheer intensity of the crazy, wriggling tongue in his rectum, but the dual sensation of Brooke’s tongue and her gigantic tits around his cock rendered Lucas utterly mute, and his mouth merely hung open in silent, helpless delirium.

“Aaaaalllaaaaallalaalaaaaaaaaaa!” moaned Brooke, making the lewdest possible sounds with her open mouth as she writhed her huge tongue even deeper up Lucas’s ass. “Come on Lucas! Aaaaaalalllllaaaaaalalalaaaaaaa! Come on…I know it’s in there…aaalllalalalalalalalaaaaaa…come on, I can hear it…give it to me, Lucas! Aaaaalalalala, GIVE it to me!!”

Brooke began titfucking herself with Lucas faster and faster. She had started off at a moderate pace, but now, as her tongue quested up his ass, in search of his prostate, she went faster, speeding up to 4 thrusts a second, then 6…and then to 8. Lucas’s entire body was shaking violently, with his head bobbing uncontrollably – it was like he was being milked by a machine, his entire body being dominated in an effort to find the cum that was left in his balls.

Less than a minute later (how did she keep going at this fast pace for so long!?), Brooke found it. Her tongue rammed up against his prostate, and Lucas squealed out like a little pig as his body was wracked by one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced. Sensing that he was about to shoot his load, Brooke shoved his midsection far down in between her tits, so that he came directly into the jar that was waiting there. Lucas felt like he was barely even conscious as Brooke slurped her tongue out of his ass and allowed him to tumble forward down her tits. He bounced off her huge thigh and landed with a thud on the office floor.

“Seeeee?” Brooke grinned down at him, pulling the jar out from between her tits and swirling its augmented, creamy contents around and around, “I TOLD you there was more! Well alright! Bottom’s up!”

Brooke gulped down the entire contents of the jar, which must have been at least a quarter-filled with cum. Lucas managed to struggle to his feet and shakily began putting his pants back on. Even though he had nearly passed out, it still wasn’t lost on him that Dave could peek his head into the office at any moment. Considering how Lucas was already in trouble for getting caught jerking off in the bathroom, well…he didn’t want to see what would happen if Dave caught him without pants in his office the same morning. Brooke watched him amusedly, her entire body flushed with the augmentation of her new growth, as she expanded and grew from the cum. Lucas didn’t even look up at her, even though he smelled the telltale sweet, flowery scent that emanated from between her tits when she was growing. He was sure he could feel himself diminishing a little, though by how much he didn’t know. When all was said and done, he had shrunk down to 4’8.5, and Brooke was now a stately and intimidating 7’5.

“Hahaha, no buttons popped off that time!” she laughed, cupping her breasts in her hands and jiggling them playfully as Lucas unsteadily rose back to his feet. “So I believe this all started,” Brooke continued merrily, “When YOU were trying to get ME to give you my IQ test…well, here it is, Lucas! Knock yourself out!”

Lucas took the test from Brooke’s hand and walked on wobbly legs back to the little secretary’s desk, dispirited and disheartened. He had no idea how he was possibly going to get through today, let alone any other day, with Brooke dominating him so completely. He glanced up at her a few times as he scored his test first, and he could see that she was deeply engaged in a dizzying assortment of complicated-looking graphs on the screen of his desktop. It looked like she was maybe emailing someone too…? Although she was shifting so quickly from window to window that he couldn’t really be sure. With a heavy heart, he prepared to verify that she was eons smarter than him now.

‘Huh, I scored a 126!’ he thought, mildly surprised. It was the highest he had ever scored on a test before, and, considering he had scored 119 the previous time, Lucas couldn’t help but feel a little injection of pride. But, of course, considering that Brooke had scored a 125 the previous time, he was preparing for her to score much higher now.

He was shocked, then, when Brooke ended up scoring a 126…the same exact score as him! At first, Lucas couldn’t believe it was right, and he quickly went over the results again, to double-check and make sure he hadn’t made an obvious mistake. But there was no doubt – the score was accurate. Empirically speaking, they had the same exact level of mental aptitude and problem-solving ability. Lucas’s shock began to rapidly be replaced by a savage, vengeful pride. And all this time, he had been feeling inferior to her, just because of her giant bimbo tits and her…her curves, and her artificially-enhanced appearance! He wasn’t inferior to her at all!

“Hey, so…I’ve…scored the tests,” he announced in a voice that could barely contain his glee.

“Mhmm,” muttered Brooke, not even turning to look. She was apparently still busy with her graphs. “And, uh, heheheh, how much smarter am I than you now?”

“Well THAT’S the funny thing, actually,” Lucas declared loudly, smacking his fist down on the secretary’s desk as he stood up, “Because you’re NOT actually smarter than me, Brooke, considering that we BOTH got the SAME SCORE!”

Lucas saw Brooke’s brow furrow slightly, and she turned around lazily in the black leather chair, looking at him quizzically.

“Huh, really?” she asked. Lucas was sure that he could see her attempting to cover up her shock. “What, uh…what score did we both get?”

“126,” Lucas replied, standing up as tall as his 4’8.5 would take him, and puffing out his chest a little.

“Hmm, well…I still gained a little, didn’t I?” Brooke chuckled, her face reddening slightly. “And…and I’m still pretty above-average, right?”

“Well be that as it may,” Lucas retorted, coming around the secretary’s desk and stomping up to her, “It shows that you have NO business talking down to –”

“Uh sorry to interrupt the tantrum,” chuckled a voice from the doorway. Lucas turned and saw that Sophie was peeking her head in, grinning over at Brooke.

“But Brooke, I just wanted to say how happy we all are that you’re here,” Sophie continued, after giving Lucas a censuring, disapproving look, “Getting us all together for volleyball, renting the space…god, I hadn’t had a workout that fun in years! And then that marketing idea you sent around to the executive!? Brooke, they’re literally raving about you!”

“Haha, well…” Brooke chuckled sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders as she blushed, “I’m just trying to act the part, you know? Since Braden is a top company and all.”

“Mmmm, yes,” Sophie replied pointedly, turning to look back and forth between Brooke and Lucas, “You sure are doing a good job of acting the part…and looking the part too, my goodness, girl!”

“Awww, stoppppp,” Brooke giggled again, brushing off Sophie’s praise with a wave of her hand. Sophie gave Lucas one more long look, which clearly said ‘You do NOT look the part,’ and left, shutting the door behind her.

“Sophie’s so sweet, heheh,” Brooke murmured, staring at the closed door before turning her beautiful face back down to Lucas as she rose up out of the chair, towering over him. “Soooo…haha, uh, what were you saying there, Lucas?”

Lucas could feel the fire that had been building up in him beginning to burn out of control. He had been pushed over the edge, seeing how Sophie looked down on him, all while singing Brooke’s praises. He still had no idea what this “marketing idea” of hers was, and why it was so brilliant, and why HE had not been informed of it, but none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered to him was re-asserting his authority, now that he had learned that she actually wasn’t mentally superior to him. What did it matter that he was staring at the bottom abdominal muscles of this…this nanobot bimbo!?

“S-so long as you are my secretary,” he growled up at her towering figure, only stumbling over the first word before regaining his confidence, “You will continue to address me as MR. MINEUR! Is that clear!?”

Brooke blinked silently, seeming to be a little surprised at Lucas’s sudden infusion of energy. From far below, peering up between those hulking breasts (which were so big that their bottoms actually reached down to the middle of her stomach) Lucas detected something of a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, but it appeared as if she was just trying to maintain her genial appearance. She nodded her head, and Lucas felt the rush of power returning to him.

“And another thing!” he added energetically, putting his hands on his hips, “I am NOT going to jerk off for you anymore! No more “cum quotas”…no more “needing to give you whatever the hell you want!” No, from NOW ON, if I jerk off in my OWN OFFICE, it’s going to be of MY OWN VOLITION, do you understand!? I’M the boss here, Brooke!”

“Very well…Mr. Mineur,” Brooke replied ironically, sinking back into the black leather chair as she pivoted back and forth in it, eying him flirtatiously, “Whatever you say.”

Just then, a quick little knock came at the door.

“Come in!” chimed Brooke pleasantly, before Lucas could react. A young man Lucas had never seen before poked his head around the door. He looked to be around 5’5 or so, well-dressed, with sandy-brown hair. His eyes immediately got big when they fell on Brooke, who chuckled appreciatively.

“How can I help you, young man?” she asked warmly. The sound of her voice was delicious, like a warm spring. The man blinked in awe for a few moments before speaking up:

“I…I, uh, s-sorry, haha…I’m Jake, a new intern from the lab,” he began.

“Hello Jake,” smiled Brooke. “One of Rick’s I assume?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his face breaking out into a blushing smile as he looked up at her. “I’m…haha, ok, ummmm…oh! There you are, hi there.” Jake had spotted Lucas, and immediately went over to him, handing him a memo.

“What’s this!?” Lucas demanded.

“Uhm…they…they told me to bring this to Room 217 and…uh, give it to the secretary?” Jake replied, obviously confused by Lucas’s tone.

“I…wha–...SHE’S the secretary!” Lucas choked, pointing angrily at Brooke, whose sunny smile only got wider. Jake opened his mouth as his eyebrows came together, and he looked, utterly baffled, back and forth, between the two of them.

“He’s right, I’m afraid,” laughed Brooke, reaching down and snatching the paper out of Lucas’s hand. “Totally understandable mix-up, haha! Well, nice meeting you, Jake!”

“N-nice…meeting you too,” he replied, waving a perplexed goodbye before retreating backwards out of the office and closing the door.

“Wellll, he’s a little cutie,” hummed Brooke happily, “Around 5’5…130 pounds, wouldn’t you say? Probably a recent Ivy League grad – did you see his shoes? Cambridge clogs, by the look of them…I’d bet my pinkie finger he’s from MIT.”

“I…the…look!” Lucas exclaimed, attempting to gloss over Brooke’s obvious showing off (she couldn’t possibly know all that, she’s just trying to bait me, he thought), “Like I was saying before, I am NOT going to tolerate this kind of…of INSUBORDINATION any longer, Brooke! And, with that in mind, I am taking my chair back!”

“Oh, but Lucas!” Brooke protested sweetly, squishing her breasts into each other as she pouted at him, “You KNOW I can’t fit into your little secretary’s chair anymore!”

“Well, I’ll express-order you a new one!” Lucas replied, shooing her out of the seat, “But this is MY office, and it’s high time that things return to normal. Just because you’ve been…been irresponsibly taking advantage of the…the nanobots does NOT mean that it’s my problem, Brooke.”

“You’re such an authoritarian!” Brooke whined, sighing delectably and inflating her huge breasts as she stood up, allowing Lucas to regain his beloved black leather chair, and his place at his desk.

“My management style is authoritative, Brooke,” Lucas retorted, “Not authoritarian. There’s a difference – look it up. In your own time, though. Right now, I need you to…uh…to…”

“To what?” she asked innocently. The reason for Lucas losing his train of thought was obvious enough – Brooke had dropped to her knees, and was busy juggling her huge breasts at him, as her gorgeous face pouted at them from over top. It was incredible – even with Brooke on her knees like this, when Lucas was sitting in his chair, his eyes were even with the middle of Brooke’s stomach, so that he actually had to look UP to see her nipples. It seemed like a miracle that her royal blue top was able to contain her massive, fleshy orbs at all. Lucas found himself wondering if a single one of her tits weighed almost as much as he did. But even as he struggled to chase away these thoughts, Brooke continued bouncing her tits down at him, shuffling herself even closer. Despite already having cum hard three times that morning, Lucas’s cock was painfully tenting his already-oversized pants.

“Come on, Lucas…I mean, Mr. Mineur,” Brooke cooed, “You’re the boss, after all – why not beat off your cock one more time before we go back to work, hrmmm? Just one more, Mr. Mineur…it’ll be of your own volition, like you said…because I can tell you want it...I can tell you –”

“G-Go…go sit over against the wall there,” Lucas ordered, trying his best to muster up authority in his voice. Brooke gave him a knowing smile and did as she was told. For the next few minutes, Lucas tried to busy himself with work. He closed down the windows of all those weird-looking, complicated graphs that Brooke had been messing with, and then tried to check his email. But when he turned back to look at Brooke, she was sitting there against the wall, her huge legs sprawled out in a perfect upside-down “V,” still massaging and bouncing her gigantic tits at him. She arched her eyebrows sexily, pouting some more. Lucas turned back to his screen, pretended to do some more things for another minute or so, and then hopped down off his chair, moving with resolution over to Brooke.

“Oh I knew you’d come around!” she squealed happily at him, gyrating her tits in approval.

“N-No…no talking,” Lucas ordered, dropping his pants as he brought his trembling hands down to his purpling cock. Brooke closed her mouth and nodded silently at him, smiling. For the next minute, Lucas proceeded to titfuck himself against those unbelievable M-cups. With Brooke sitting down, he was a few inches taller than her, and his cock was at the perfect height for what was happening. The impossibly soft, warm flesh of Brooke’s tits encompassed his cock over and over again, and Lucas felt himself getting close.

‘But she’s not fucking me,’ he thought, ‘I’m fucking her!’

Still, though, when Lucas came, his brain was filled with nothing but explosive, submissive awe at how gigantic Brooke’s tits were. He painted them with his cum, and Brooke silently gathered it up with her hand and slurped it down, winking at him without saying a word. From her sitting position, her head appeared to grow up and up, while Lucas felt himself dwindling. When the spurts were through, he was staring into the top of her luscious, auburn hair. He was only 4’8 now, and she was 7’6.

“L-Let’s…let’s get back to work,” Lucas forced out, pulling up his pants and walking unsteadily back to his desk. He felt an immense presence rise up silently behind him, before a cool, sumptuous voice responded from high above:

“As you wish…Mr Mineur.”