The sound of the photocopier whirled in the background as Tammy adjusted her glasses as Tom walked into the small mail room.
“Hey Tammy, how’s the copying going?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“Oh my god, like great! giggle” she replied, horrified at her own voice, but none the less reaching around behind her to grab a few copies and push them, along with her tits, out towards Tom.
Tom took them and chuckled at the full colour copies of the two large round orbs that protruded from her chest.
“Got enough for the entire office yet?” he asked as he handed them back to her.
“Like, almost! Just a few more and I’ll be totally ready to stuff them in everyone’s mail slots!”
“Good, good. When you’re done, come and see me in my office, ok?”
“giggle Like, totally Tom! giggle“
Tom walked out and Tammy wanted to throw something at his head, but instead turned back to the photocopier and watched the copy count down slowly to zero.
Three months ago she’d been Tom’s boss. She’d been everyone’s boss. Now she was at the bottom of the ladder, a simple mail girl stuffing mail slots all day long.
She supposed it was better than the alternative… she could of been stuffing her own slot with every man’s male.
A little shiver ran through her, she knew it was coming. Tom would have her bent over her old desk soon after she arrived at her old office. She suspected it was the only reason she wasn’t being shared around the office with anyone that wanted a piece of her.
Eventually though Tom would grow tired of her and when that happened she had no doubt her days in the mail room would be over.
A beep from the copier brought her out of her thoughts and she frowned just a little at the little red zero flashing on the copier as she stared at it.
Then the chip in her head buzzed and she gasped as she quickly picked up all the copies and wiggled her way over to the mail slots and started stuffing them in.
The buzz was the warning, the last chance for her to comply before… well before it was enforced. It was pointless to resist, she’d tried the first few days, but that was in the past, it had been the first thing the chip had trained out of her.
The rest had been easy for it. The new pattern of speech, the new wardrobe, the visits to the salon, gym, and plastic surgeon.
The worst, or best, was the sexual training that it had done. Gone were all those silly ideas of modesty or chastity, replaced with the simple joy of being a sexual object. It made her orgasm so hard each and every time she was used, no matter how degrading or humiliating the sex might have been.
By the time she’d gotten her new tits, she was watching porn every night, masturbating to it, craving it, needing it.
She slipped the last copy into the last slot and involuntarily giggled as she spun on her towering heels and wiggled her ass across the office to see Tom and receive another round of mind blowing orgasms that she couldn’t help but want again and again.
