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🕑 Added 2024-10-20 15:46:19 +0000 UTCWorriedly glancing at my watch, I rush pass the large revolving doors into a chilly foyer with the air-conditioner on full blast. Glad to be out of the heat and loudness outside, the quiet and professional atmosphere is a little unnerving as I look around for the reception desk. My new leather shoes clack loudly against the polished marble floor as I walk to the receptionist with her hair neatly hanging over her perfectly ironed clothes. “How can I help you?” she asks in an alluring tone as she smiles and taps a few things onto her computer.
“I’m… here for the interview with Mr. Gosby” I reply awkwardly as she nods her head and scrolls through the booking system to find my name. Glancing at the screen, a faint smirk appears on the corner of her lips as she picks up the phone to inform him that I have arrived. Trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation, I can’t help but notice her huge breasts jiggling with every breath under her shirt and her angelic face layered with make-up. “Is everything okay?” I ask quizzically as she hangs up on the phone and smiles warmly.
“Of course! Your interview will be on level 52” the receptionist says with a cute wink as she points at the lifts in the distance. Thanking her, I grab my leather brief case and rush to the lift to avoid keeping Mr. Gosby waiting and leave a bad impression on myself. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that the interview is late in the morning to avoid the rush hour of office workers, as there is only one other person waiting for the lifts with me. With a loud chime, the door opens to real a modern looking lift with a strong floral scent.
Clicking 52 on the lift, I stand back for the other businessman to select his floor, but he just chuckles and lets the metal door close. “I guess we’re going to the same level” the man grins, welcomely holding his hand out. Still feeling nervous about the upcoming interview, my grip is weak and soft as I shake his hand and feel his firm grip radiating with confidence and authority. His iron-like grasp starts to hurt as my hands crunch smaller with slender fingers and glossy nails still reeking with polish. “I’m Mike. Nice to meet you!” he says, eagerly shaking my hand as my wrists narrow and my biceps melt into a thin layer of fat around my dainty arms.
“I’m Jordan” I reply awkwardly from the man’s sudden enthusiasm. Glancing at the small screen in the lift, I let out a sigh of relief to see the lift going up to end this conversation sooner and keep my mind focused on the interview ahead. Without warning, the soft floral scent in the lift becomes overwhelmed by a sharp and musky scent of cologne wafting from Mike as he steps closer. Before I can react, the lift suddenly shudders and grinds to a halt a few floors away from my interview, making my heart race with anxiety. “Wha… what happened?” I splutter, hoping that I can attend the interview and keep my distance from Mike.
“I think the lift is stuck…” Mike replies, confirming my worse fears as I desperately press the emergency call button, but no one responds. Noticing a few words closer towards the bottom of the lift, I bend down to read it, unaware of my hips cracking and pushing outwards into child-bearing proportions. I click my tongue with annoyance after finding out that the words are gibberish and look around for another way out. “Relax… what are you in a rush for?” Mike chuckles, seeing my panic as I press the emergency call button a few more times.
“An interview with Mr. Gosby for the analyst position” I snap back with frustration from Mike’s lack of assistance. Normally not claustrophobic, the eyewatering scent of cologne and the looming interview starts to make my heart race, and my body sweat. Not wanting to ruin the new suit I bought for the interview, I hastily take off my jacket and unbutton the top of my shirt to cool down. “I can’t afford to miss the interview” I say anxiously as I try to pry the doors open, but my arms feel so much weaker than before.
“Mr. Gosby? I’ll give you tips about what he likes!” Mike says with a grin since he has been working with his Mr. Gosby for the past few years. Hearing that, I pause and consider getting important advice to secure a job at this prestigious company in the upcoming interview. Nodding my head with approval, I continue to press buttons and hammer on the lift door for help as Mike offers a handful of useful tips. “First of all, Mr. Gosby prefers hardworking and obedient staff members… so stop calling for help” Mike says as I listen to him and stop calling out. My mind races with the thought of working hard late into the night to impress Mr. Gosby and obediently completing every task he assigns to me.
“All managers would want that” I snicker at such an obvious advice, but the thought of pleasing Mr. Gosby makes my heart flutter with excitement.
“He also likes his staff well dressed” Mike says as I roll my eyes at the obviousness of that tip. Mike’s well-maintained suit and intense cologne proves that point, but I begin to wonder if my cheap newly purchased suit would suffice. My heart pounds with anxiousness as I consider the need to buy new clothes to impress him; maybe he likes tight clothes that shows off my body. Deep in thought, I don’t notice my feet crunching a few sizes smaller with dainty pedicured toes as my leather shoes shifts into a pair of high heels to accentuate the sway of my wide hips. “Like… Chloe at reception” Mike suggests as my socks stretches up my legs into stockings and squeezes my calves slimmer. The lift becomes unbearably hot, so I take my pants off and feel the sweat drip down my leg as my thighs start to vibrate with activity. “Just dress appropriately” Mike says, as waves of fat floods into my thighs, causing them to become thicker than my head in seconds and jiggle constantly. I grunt softly as my pillowy and sensitive inner thighs sandwich my balls in between, sending shivers through my body.
“L-Like… a… skirt?” I blurt out a suggestion as I imagine Chloe sitting behind the reception desk in a nearly ironed skirt and it seems like the best option to cover my wide hips and juicy thighs. Something feels off, but I can’t seem to pinpoint it as my mind is so hazy from the heat and the intoxicating smell of Mike’s cologne. Mike claps his hand in agreement with my idea as I feel another pressure in my ass. Suppressing a moan, I feel my underwear shift into panties and slowly dig into my ass crack as fat seeps into my ass cheeks. “I… I think it’ll look… professional” I mumble in a daze with my hand squeezing my ass and feeling the skin stretch to contain a bubble butt protruding out from behind.
“Here’s a secret” Mike whispers into my ear, sending a chill up my spine. “Mr. Gosby has a fetish for short Asians” he says as I recoil back in surprise at the tip. A wave of relief flows through me as I look up at Mike’s towering body, knowing that I’m a few inches shorter than him; unaware of my petite height originating from my spine popping a few times smaller and becoming curvier into a new posture. “Especially after his recent trip to Japan” Mike says as I look at him with a rush of vertigo.
“Oh! I’ve been to Japan too… actually… I was born there…” I mumble confusedly as my memories feel jumbled and fractured. Frowning, I wonder if I visited Japan as a tourist from America or it was the other way around. Blinking in thought, my eyes widen with a distinctive slant and epicanthal fold while my irises turn dark brown into an Asian complexion. “Yes… I moved to America for work” I say more confidently, as my voice cracks higher into a sultry and feminine tone with a thickening Japanese accent oozing with lust. My nose crunches narrower into a cute button nose while my lips plump up with lipstick I remember using earlier this morning. “Maybe… I can talk about Japan with Mr. Gosby” I giggle in a girly tone as my face tingles from my jawline softening and cheekbones popping higher. Wiping sweat from my forehead, my short hair rapidly grows down to my shoulders, turning brown and silky smooth as I remember styling it to perfection earlier in the day to look more presentable.
“Yeah… you look perfect” Mike admits as he stares at my Asian feminine face and watches a layer of make-up form on top. Smiling at his compliment, I’m happy that my nine-step skin routine has worked and feeling lucky about Mr. Gosby’s interest in Asians. My body tingles as all my bodily hair disappears, leaving my skin smooth and sensitive with a creamy oriental hue. “How would you introduce yourself to him?” Mike asks as I take a few seconds to think about it.
“Um… I’ll say… Hi, I’m Jor… Jo… Ruka… or 瑠華 [Ruka]” I stutter in fluent Japanese and impersonate shaking his hand. Mike chuckles at my acting, but I continue to roleplay the interview in the broken lift. Pretending to hand over my resume, I begin to recite the interview answers I have practiced, but after a few sentences I struggle to remember anything. “Um… for the ana… analyst job…” I mumble unsurely as Mike reads my resume.
“Aren’t you applying for the secretary role?” Mike asks as I frown in confusion. The position feels a little different, but memories of working as a receptionist and assistant in my previous jobs seem more suitable. The thought of working as Mr. Gosby’s secretary at such a prestigious company makes me smile with excitement and imagine a new lifestyle from that role. “I guess you’ll be working closely with Chloe” Mike grins, as I recall the receptionist from earlier and start to feel a little jealous of her perfect body.
“I’m sure you’ll be the perfect secretary for Mr. Gosby” Mike says reassuringly, noticing my envious look from comparing myself to Chloe. He stares at my chest as it pulsates and becomes tender to the touch while my nipples become puffy and my areolas double in size. “You have… assets he’ll enjoy more” Mike murmurs, as waves of fat flows under my nipples and slowly push them out into budding A-cups.
Frowning, I wonder if he is implying my past skills and experience, unaware of my breasts slowly pushing out into modest B-cups within seconds. My chest tingles as my skin stretches to contain the sudden influx of fat building up in my tits and I start to hyperventilate. “B-Because… I have bigger titties?” I blurt out as I cup my breasts in my hands and feel my slender fingers sinking into the soft milky flesh. Grunting softly, my tits continue to swell into huge D-cups hanging from my chest like udders, but they seem smaller than I remembered. “D-does he like t-these?” I slur alluringly, squeezing my breasts together to form a deep cleavage in between as my breast finally balloon into round E-cups. I remember getting ogled by strangers every time I walk outside and feel my breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step, but I feel proud to have tits bigger than Chloe’s.
“Mr. Gosby also prefers people who are… active” Mike says proudly as he rolls up his sleeves and flexes his biceps. Glancing at his bulging muscles, I don’t feel envious of his gym trained biceps, but a wave of arousal briefly rushes through my mind. My stomach gurgles loudly as my belly flattens into a toned core and my waist sucks in to create an hour-glass figure maintained by a strict diet and exercise. “I’ve been going to the gym every second day” Mike grins as he flashes me his six-pack glistening with sweat and my heart flutters at the sight of it.
“Physically active… or like… sexually active?” I ask shyly, immediately regretting my question as I blush red in embarrassment. My broad shoulders crunch narrower into a rounder and smaller frame as I remember going to the gym and yoga in the evenings to maintain my fitness and eating healthy food. As a virgin, I begin to wonder if it’ll disappoint Mr. Gosby with my lack of experience, but I desperately need the job. “Um… i-ignore my question” I mumble timidly, but Mike chuckles at my reaction.
“Mr. Gosby prefers both” Mike answers with a grin as I blush red at his response. His focus lowers down to my crotch and I awkwardly cover myself with my hands in the corner of the lift. “Do you have any experience?” he asks, and I recoil at the bluntness of his question, but I feel the urge to answer truthfully in hopes of getting the best chances to secure the secretary position.
“I… I only touch myself…” I reply meekly, but my crotch heats up with arousal and I feel the need to give him an example. Gripping my throbbing boner with both of my slender feminine hands, I shiver at the soft touch before starting to pump my hands up and down rhythmically. Moaning softly, I remember locking myself in my bedroom with a handful of tissues and scrolling through countless picture of busty women. “Ahnn… that’s not right…” I mumble in a daze as the images in my memories warp into pictures of muscular hunks with huge cocks. My heart races as I look down to see a similar looking dick between my thighs and become unbearably horny.
“Mmmph… fucck…” I moan as I finally succumb to my sexual urges and blow my load all over the small lift floor. Completely drained empty, my balls retract into my crotch and reform into fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout my petite body. The new hormones make me increasingly emotional and also horny as I vigorously squeeze my deflating cock. Within seconds, my dick inverts into my crotch and leaves a right slit in its place with juices seeping out. “I… do this… almost every night alone” I pant breathlessly as I timidly slide my fingers into my pussy and moan loudly as I rub against my newly formed clitoris. Pink and moist folds push out from within while my vagina deepens from my insides gurgling loudly in protest. Pushing deeper, I shiver with pleasure as my vaginal muscles squeeze my fingers and I orgasm onto the lift floor.
“Hmm… I don’t think that’ll be enough” Mike says with a sheepish smile as a boner form in his expensive trousers.
“I want to practice with you” I moan desperately, wanting to gain as much experience as possible before the interview with Mr. Gosby. Spreading my legs apart, I bite my lower lip alluringly and pull my pussy lips apart for Mike to see. Needing no further encouragement, he pulls down his pants to reveal his throbbing boner before pushing me against the wall. “B-Be gentle…” I pant nervously, but he doesn’t care as he grabs my waist and thrusts his dick deep into my pussy. My body contorts with both pain and pleasure as he tears through my virgin pussy and rams his dick against my womb before starting to pound my insides raw. Waves of ecstasy flashes through my body as I start to moan loudly and gyrate my hips against his, feeling his cock grinding against every part of my tight pussy. Clenching my vaginal muscles around his shaft, I coat it with warm fluids to coax it into releasing its prize, but Mike only pounds me harder. “いきそう [I’m going to cum]” I moan as he finally blows his load and coats my pussy with his hot and sticky seed.
Gasping for breath, my heavy E-cups heave up and down as I collapse to the floor in an orgasmic daze. I feel his cum dripping from my overflowing pussy, but my body is still buzzing from the pleasure I never felt before. To my surprise, the lift shudders momentarily before operating again and I feel the refreshing breeze of the air conditioning brushing against my soiled pussy. A smile spreads across my face as I imagine experiencing the same thing with Mr. Gosby every day to relieve his stress in the office. Quickly putting my clothes back on, I smile confidently as the metal lift doors finally open to reveal a modern looking office floor.
“I’ll take you to Mr. Gosby’s office for the interview” Mike says, trying to hide his grin as I obediently follow him through the office, feeling people stare at my heavy breasts bouncing with every step. Reaching a small and enclosed office room, Mike goes in first to inform Mr. Gosby that I have finally arrived as I patiently stand outside until called in.
Trying to ignore all the people gazing at my curves and trail of cum sliding down my leg, I hear muffled voices within Mr. Gosby’s office. Not wanting to interfere, I obediently stand outside despite hearing faint groaning and snapping within. "I told you not... leave her... for me..." a voice grumbles barely audibly as I try to eavesdrop with curiosity. After a few more minutes the door finally opens, and busty Asian welcomes me inside with her breasts still completely visible. “Ah… ignore the new receptionist… Michelle” Mr. Gosby says in a deep voice as he sits behind a large oak desk. Looking around, I don’t see Mike at all, but that’s the least of my concerns as I gaze sultrily into Mr. Gosby’s eyes. “What’s your name?” he asks.
“Ruka… sir” I reply confidently. I know I’ll be getting the secretary role as Mr. Gosby’s lips twists into a grin. Time to show him what I can do.
