“Ok, so one of you is gonna have to give me a really good reason I shouldn’t fire the both of you for cause right now. I've been here a long time, and office relationships do occasionally happen - which we usually ignore for the most part. If it’s between a supervisor and a subordinate, though, it’s always a problem. Also I usually don’t walk in on the act. And during the middle of the fucking day!”
Sitting across from Olivia and I, Molly Turner, the director of Human Resources looks extremely pissed off. The two of us, in contrast, look disheveled and disheartened; having just frantically thrown our clothes back on moments ago. Both our faces reflect the concern of the gravity of our fuck up.
I attempt to grab the lead, hoping to defuse the situation without giving away too much. “So this is really, really complicated, but there’s actually a good reason we were doing.. what we were doing.”
“A reason? It’s gonna have to be the best excuse I ever heard, and I’ve heard some shit over the years working here.”
Olivia looks around the room quickly. “Alright, the hell with it. I’m obviously a cyborg, but there’s a lot more to it.”
Molly looks unmoved, and perhaps even more angry. “Ok… We already have laws in place for discrimination against cyborgs, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with what I walked in on.”
Olivia’s nervousness appears to be getting replaced by frustration as she tries to continue. “Like I was about to say, it’s a lot more complicated. I’m an ona-type cyborg, formerly a pleasure unit in another life. Well, still one, technically. My friends and I all got converted in college, and I’ve been hiding it from basically everyone, Including my job.
Molly now looks extremely confused; but a moment of realization seems to cross her face - a long forgotten memory surfacing.
Olivia seems to notice Molly’s expression changing, and quickly glances over to me as she continues. “The more complicated part is that I have some very specific dietary requirements to survive. I was being ‘helped’ with that when you walked in.” She pauses for a moment, her voice becoming very quiet. “I was having lunch.”
Suddenly her expression softens, and she seems far more surprised than angry. “No shit, you're an ona? Why the goddamn hell didn’t you tell us! That explains your body, at least. I mean, we all knew you had work done but…”
Olivia’s normally aggressive and in-control demeanor is totally gone now, replaced with a pensive awkwardness. She looks down and clasps her hands together. “Um, I had to hide it from my work life for a really long time, so I just.. kept doing that? Usually I end up having to leave my job once I get found out. It’s awkward at best and it totally compromises my leadership position.”
“That makes sense. Wouldn’t it be better though to not have to be on the run all the time?”
“You wouldn’t believe the crap I catch once the word gets out among my coworkers. I mean, the pickup lines alone… Also, wait. You know about my type?”
“My older sister looked into getting the same thing done, and I helped her do some research a handful of years ago. She ended up chickening out and just getting a tattoo instead, but I always thought it was a fascinating idea… Anyway, I wish you would have told us up front, damn it!”
“Oh. Wow. So I take it I’m not fired?”
“We’ll see about that. I can’t guarantee the two of you anything yet, but you happen to have a particular situation that I’d hate for the business to get sued over. I know all about the whole ‘substitute’ food thing. I know it’s not as good as the real thing, but you should have been a lot more discreet during normal business hours. Or you should have gone to us first as part of the hiring process - I bet we could have figured out an arrangement. You know, reasonable accommodation.”
“Initially I was working off the substitute formula, and that sort of worked. I have a pretty fast metabolism though, so I burn through it pretty quickly. Like you said, not as good. Also, after Alan started taking Andro-X he really needed some regular relief - he had an unusually strong reaction to it.”
“Reaction?”
I jump in with a reply. “Apparently it’s not typical, but I had a very serious performance boost from it. My… supply really increased, and apparently it’s very good quality? She’s got the details. All I know is my sex drive is insane now. I’d probably not make it through the day without some kind of help, so our arrangement is good for both of us.”
Molly puts her head in her hands, and sighs. “Ok, so the both of you have some very unusual health issues, in a very not-normally-safe-for-work way. This is gonna get weird with the business. Obviously I can’t just pave over this whole thing like nothing happened though. Once word eventually gets out, all three of us would end up fired or worse.”
She sits back up, and continues. “I’ll have to figure out a plan for the two of you, which is going to be a real pain in my ass. First, I can’t have a subordinate fucking their boss. It’s like the most basic rule in the workplace, so you’re going to have to move to another department at least.”
Olivia perks up, an idea clearly crossing her mind as she cracks a very slight smile. “You know, the executive board really needs an analytics and reporting admin - that one job we can never find anyone to fill. Alan here happened to really impress me with his abilities in that regard, and he’s probably sick of picking up dry cleaning and scheduling meetings.”
Molly looks over to me, an inquisitive and disbelieving look on her face. “Oh really? You think you can take that job over?”
“You know all those shiny presentations and graphics during the big board meetings? That’s all me. I have a huge repository of scripts and programs, so with a couple clicks I can basically get any info the business needs. I’d be glad to give this new role my best effort. I also don’t want either of us to get fired, so it seems to make sense.”
Olivia adds, “Also, it turns out I really don’t need an assistant after all. He’s been a huge help, but I think I‘ve got a pretty good handle on things. I’m fine with dropping the slot in the org chart to swap Allen into the other role - it’ll save the company money, and I don’t want to have to break in a replacement for him.”
“I think this might be the first disciplinary action I’ve ever heard of that might result in someone getting a promotion.” Molly cracks a smile. “In a way I’m glad it’s the two of you. Olivia, I had suspected since day one that something was up with your body. Even with some of the executives that have done a lot of cybernetic part replacements, I think you’re the only one with looks that might literally kill. Some of those old bastards have pretty weak hearts…”
Olivia smiles. “I’ll keep that in mind. If we ever do a resort trip with the board I’ll keep some aspirin on hand in case my swimsuit gives the CEO a heart attack.” She smiles. “In the meantime, I think it’s probably best to come clean with everyone on my whole… situation. Probably best to get everything out in the open before the rumor mill really kicks off. If you approve, of course.”
“I’ll do what I can to keep the heat off of you, and I think we’ve got a pretty good shot at this whole scheme, but for now the two of you probably should head home for the day. I’ll let you know how it goes later today.”
Olivia looks relieved, and sits back in her chair with a much more relaxed expression. “Thank you so much for everything.”
Molly stands up first, saying as she turns to leave, “don’t thank me for anything yet, you can do that later if I manage to pull this off. I’ll argue that I’m making appropriate accommodations for a highly performing employee who was attempting to do what was best for the business. I’ll leave the details out of it entirely.”
She closes the door loudly behind her, as Olivia and I stand up. She immediately wraps me up in a giant, crushing hug, her prodigious assets squashing against me and putting even more strain on her blouse. She sniffles slightly as she buries her head in my shoulder. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I made such a huge mess.”
“Olivia, whatever happens I’m still on board. I want to keep seeing you, regardless of our job status. I think we’ll do fine though, sounds like Molly’s got our back. In a way, we got so lucky that she’s the one who found us - sounds like she already knows about how we work.”
She looks up at me, a slight smile contrasting with her damp eyes. “I think she might even be a little jealous. You saw how she looked at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started looking into getting some work done herself.”
“Interesting… Anyway, we probably should get out of here. Want to get some food then hang out at my place?”
“Oh, I want to do a lot more than hang out. I already have a change of clothes in my car.”
“You always seem to be prepared, Ms. Richardson.”
“Indeed. Now come here.”
She leans in, and our lips meet.
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Now that we’ve been found out, all the careful planning, leaving separately and at different times, goes out the window. We do catch some interested glances as we head out of the office together, but at this point we don’t really care anymore.
We take a place in the back of my local noodle shop, in a booth I nearly consider to be mine with the amount of times I occupy it. We only order water to drink, me too nervous to really commit to anything else, and Olivia needing to replenish her artificial body’s fluid reserves for a very active night.
We order together, pretending that we’ll share one noodle bowl. Of course, Olivia isn’t planning on eating anything here, her meal will be in a much more intimate setting.
As I drink up the last bit of broth, both of our phones vibrate at the same time, and we both take a look. It’s Molly, and we nervously open the message. “Good news! You’re not fired! I threw my weight around and got you more or less what you asked. I left out all the fun details. The paperwork for your accommodation is in process. Luckily for you two I’m the signing authority for those waivers, so you owe me big now. Congrats!”
I throw a wad of cash on the table, and the two of us nearly run out of the restaurant.
We barely make it into my apartment before aggressively making out, her lengthy tongue intertwining with mine as I whip the door open. Although our heights are roughly the same, her sizable chest makes it so she has to really lean in for our lips to meet. She pulls away for a second, looks around, and says, “Nice place, let’s skip the tour.”
“Bedroom is that way! I give her ass a light smack as we speed into my room, thankful that I keep my place relatively clean. She immediately starts getting undressed, tossing her blouse off to the side. I strip down as well, and with less to deal with I’m quickly in the nude, throwing off my underwear and hopping into bed. As she pops the clasp on her bra, she breathes a sigh of relief as her breasts are freed, no longer hoisted by the elaborate contraption. “That always feels so good, once the bra comes off I’m done for the day.”
“Even with your cybernetic body?”
“Of course. Even though this body doesn’t really get tired, my boobs weigh around twelve pounds each. It’s a big difference when that weight comes off your shoulders.”
She quickly finishes undressing, and joins me in bed. We continue our intense make-out session, and now I’m able to get closer to her, partially wedged between her immense cleavage. I reach over and brush my thumb against one of her nipples, and she whispers into my ear “squeeze it hard, it won’t hurt me.” I comply, and she gasps into a moan of pleasure, her overly-sensitive body priming her for her next life-sustaining fuck session. I move downward, putting my mouth around her other nipple, gently biting, licking, and sucking. Clearly she’s enjoying it, her panting and moaning sounds increasing as her artificial body feeds the pleasure directly into her brain. I reach down and slide a finger between her thighs, slipping a finger into her already dripping pussy.
“I’m more than ready, hurry up and fuck me with that huge cock!”
I reply, “Slide to the end of the bed, I want to get some leverage.”
Her eyes open wider, a little surprised by me taking control. She complies, sliding her ass to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide apart as I stand at the edge. I waste no time lining myself up and guiding my cock in, slipping the first few inches into her. After a few partial strokes, I waste no time working myself in, deeper and deeper.
The moment I hilt myself fully into Olivia, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me even deeper. “Fucking fill me up, I’m starving.”
Olivia smiles, and starts to add to my strokes using her legs as leverage. Her cybernetic body never seems to get tired as she helps me take more forceful strokes, slamming myself home deep into her onahole core.
She shudders as she hits her first orgasm, and smiles as she tosses her head back involuntarily. “Just like that, god fucking damn it that’s good!” She enjoys the moment, riding the waves of pleasure.
Once she regains some control, she looks back into my eyes and winks as she takes hold of one of her massive breasts. She pulls it upward toward herself, and her artificially long tongue takes a huge lick around her nipple as she sticks it in her mouth and suckles herself aggressively. Deep inside her pussy, I feel her second mouth open up, the bioengineered organ deep inside her core eagerly sucking at my cock head as she anticipates the load she’s about to receive.
I take a few short strokes while trying to force myself even deeper inside, forcing my cock into the depths of her as she sucks and gnaws on my cockhead with her succubus-like pussy.
I feel the tension rising as I approach the point of no return, and say to her “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it! Fill me up with your fucking cum!
“I eagerly comply, slamming home one last time and letting loose with what feels like an endless torrent. As her onahole organ tries to suck my balls dry, Olivia seems to lose connectivity with her body for a moment as she goes limp under the sensory overload. Her pussy continues to massage and suck me though, her entire perception collapsing down into just a sex organ and overwhelming her mind even further.
A few seconds later she seems to regain control of her body and the panting, moaning, mess of my former boss is back underneath me as I pump the last of my load into her overfilled pussy.
I remove myself from her, some of my life-sustaining cum pouring out as I exit. I lay next to her on the bed, and carefully arrange her into a more comfortable position as she lies there, her body occasionally twitching with an aftershock as her body sorts itself out.
We lie there for a while, dozing off for a little while in each other’s arms. Afterwards, we shower together and enjoy relaxing for the rest of the night, hanging out in my living room and watching some tv on the couch.
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“Hey Alan, how’s the slide deck going for the new product launch?” Olivia steps into my office, her carefully pressed and tailored outfit still crisp even this far into the work day.
I swivel my chair around and stand up, wrapping her up in a huge hug and planting a kiss on her cheek. “It’s going great, we’re almost done.” Olivia breaks the hug for a moment to close the door behind her, turning her body to pull her spade-tipped tail through the doorway.
“Oh, you hooked up your tail? I like it, but is that cool with the dress code?”
“There’s nothing in there specifically forbidding it, and I’ve been using it as a spare hand or a pointer when I’m doing presentations, so by now I think everyone’s cool with it. Besides, I know it turns you on…”
I reach over and gently grasp the flared tip, sliding my thumb along the slick and slightly squishy surface, as Olivia lets out a low and quiet ‘mmmm’.
“Are you sure that’s exactly office appropriate, Mr. Palmer?”
“We do have our meal time coming up soon, so I figured I’d get you warmed up a little. Give you something to look forward to.”
“Oh, I’m plenty warmed up already. If you finish early, hit me up and I’ll move our appointment.”
“Perfect.” As she turns to leave for her next meeting, both of our phones ping at the same time. I look at mine, and Olivia looks off into space for a moment as the text message loads into her visual field.
She says, “Oh sweet, Molly’s back! How long has it been, like a month?”
“Something like that. I’m curious which model she chose - did she tell you anything?”
“I made a couple suggestions, but she turned out to be pretty wild under all that HR lady exterior. She wanted to keep it a surprise, but she said that she’d be ‘very different’ when she got back from the cyber clinic.”
“Interesting…”
We put our plans on pause, and head down to the elevator doors. As we wait nearby, I say “I wish I’d have had a little more notice, I would have bought flowers, or balloons or something.”
“I’d have bought her a man for the night if I knew, she’s probably going to be a little bit of a horny mess as she adjusts to her new form. I know it took me a while…”
The elevator pings as we both take positions nearby, trying not to look too excited in case it’s not actually her yet. As the doors open, we get the first glance at the new Molly - and at first don’t believe it’s her. In contrast with Olivia’s height, Molly’s new body is shockingly short. As she steps out though, it becomes clear that although she would barely reach my chest, her tits and ass are only slightly smaller than Olivia’s. Her neon green hair is divided at each side by the tips of her ears; longer than a natural human’s, the pointed tips poking out through her bob cut.
Her face lights up as she sees us, and she breaks out into a dangerously bouncy run for the last few steps, wrapping up Olivia’s lower body in a huge hug. “Ohmygod Olivia! I’m so glad to see you!”
Olivia squeezes her back, their curves roughly fitting together like two puzzle pieces as Molly’s head gets partially buried in Olivia’s bust. “You look so cool! I wasn’t expecting this, but I love it!”
Molly breaks the hug, and takes a small step back. “I’m glad you like it! I was really debating about what to look like, and I saw this one and had to do it. I really liked your body, but I wanted to go in a different direction. I couldn’t resist.”
“You really went for it, I love it. Spin around! I want to see the whole package!”
She slowly rotates, showing off the body of a fantasy character with all the character creation sliders turned all the way up. Her prodigious ass and hips are likely necessary to balance out her disproportionate breasts, and her condensed form is the ultimate shortstack. “So this is me, basically the same setup as Olivia, just concentrated. Also I think my ass is better.”
I say, “Wow, you look really awesome. How are you settling in?”
“I’m still feeling a little clumsy, and it’s definitely an adjustment with being so short now. I’m really enjoying it though. Also, what the heck Olivia? I didn’t know you had a tail!”
“Oh yeah! I had this for a while but never installed it during work hours. Now that I’m out in the open, I wanted to keep it on. It’s also handy as a spare hand when I’m carrying a bunch of stuff.”
“That’s awesome! I should get some cool accessories like that.”
“Oh! We should totally go on a shopping date! I know a few really good places.”
“That would be awesome! For now though, do the two of you want to ditch work early and catch up?”
Olivia seems almost ready to jump in the air with how excited she is. “Hell yeah! I can skip my last meeting today, screw ‘em. So Molly, are you hungry?”
She takes on a shy expression, looking both much cuter and much more enticing. “It’s… weird. I guess I’m hungry? I feel super unsettled and, well, really horny. I guess that’s how this body handles it. They kept me topped up all the time at the clinic so I’m not really used to it yet.”
“That sounds about right, welcome to the club.” She hesitates for a moment, glancing over to Molly again. “Do you want to ask him or should I?”
Now Molly looks even more shy and pensive, clasping her hands together and accidentally forcing her breasts upward, giving me a top-down view of her massive cleavage as her blouse is forced out of the way. “So, before I got rid of my old body, Olivia and I had a chat. I was worried about keeping fed, and I wasn’t really comfortable with finding some random guy to take care of me.”
She looks down at the floor, only glancing at my perpetually half-mast dick for a second as she averts her eyes. “If it’s ok with you, would you be willing to take on a second? I really like both of you. Olivia and I have been talking about this for a while now.”
Olivia jumps in. “I’m open to adding another to our.. situation, and I think the three of us will get along really well. If it turns out to just be for keeping her fed and we don’t go any farther, the two of us are cool with that too. What do you say? I really like her, in a more-than-friend way, and I’m willing to give it a shot if you’re willing. Also seeing your huge thing filling up her little body is gonna be so hot.”
“Um… well, hm.” I look over to the two of them, who are both looking at me expectantly. “You know what, why not? Let’s get you introduced to this new life the right way. Olivia’s probably the best teacher in this area, the two of you are so goddamn hot I can’t handle it, and I’ve probably got the endurance now to handle both of you at the same time.”
Molly seems re-energized, smiling and practically ready to drag the two of us out of here. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Palmer. I’ve got a lot of moxie inside this bombastic body. Let’s blow this popsicle stand, so I can get to blowing your popsicle as soon as possible.”
Olivia looks over to Molly. “Damn girl, that’s aggressive! I like it.”
The three of us head to the elevator, and as the door closes it takes all of our collective willpower to keep our hands off of each other until we get to my apartment.