Abrupt Changes (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

Name: Annie Smith
Age: 19
Height: 5'5

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I had to admit; I was a bit nervous. I mean, not only was I beginning to move up the ranks at Minisoft (a monument to technological advancement) but I was also 'testing', you could say, one of their latest products; a miniscule microchip hooked directly into my head. Sure, my husband wasn't exactly thrilled about this but as long as it made me happy it wasn't that big of an issue. Or at least, so he said.

In recent weeks, I found myself a little more and more discontent with life. I don't know, I simply felt insecure after the physical that I had to take for this job. I distinctly remember other women, who were a bit more developed than my humble B cup frame, were far better treated. I was so out of touch over the following interview process to the point where I felt compelled to compromise my own safety - agreeing to implanting the new technology into my brain - as to get the job.

I hope this explains why I begged my husband to purchase this hormone drug about a day after I got back from my first interview. This product would, apparently, enhance me in coming weeks. I felt a bit shallow for doing this but, obviously, this would be necessary to get ahead in life. And most importantly; to avoid the sort of situation that I had just recently gotten into.

Anyway, here I was on my way to my boss' personal working space. I needed to be under strict supervision (which I assumed to be rational, given that suspicions would arise over a new employee being granted access to upcoming projects). No objections from me - this meant simply that I was in a coveted position within the company.

In due time, here I was. My heart must have raced at 200 BPM (an exaggeration, to be sure) as my delicate hands came to the surface, knocking gently. I waited eagerly outside, in a conservative attire - black skirt, a matching blouse and a briefcase in hand. I quickly adjusted the top of my blouse, leaving a mental note to buy a new attire to fit my recently grown C cup breasts. It seemed as if the drug was working.

 

[Vagrant]

To be perfectly honest, he was quite surprised when one of the candidates he was interviewing for the role of his new assistant opted to undergo the procedure to have the interface chip implanted into her brain. He was certain that it would function as he had described, but he hadn't honestly expected anyone to volunteer. Unless this Annie Smith felt it was required or she wouldn't have gotten the job. He had to admit to himself that her volunteering was what pushed her over the edge and did in fact get her the job. So if she did think that, maybe she was right.

Jacob heard the knock on the door and went to answer it. When he opened it and looked at the young woman standing beyond the threshold, he was surprised for a moment. It was clearly the woman he had interviewed, but she looked different. Her chest was larger. "Annie, welcome." He stepped aside to let her come in, and then closed the door behind him. "Do please call me Jacob, none of this Mr Kessler crap, alright?" He winked at her.

"Did you find the place alright?" He motioned for her to proceed down the hall to his office and he followed her, taking a moment to gaze at her ass as she walked.

"Before we get started on showing you around, is there anything about your new position that you would like to know?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Do please call me Jacob, none of this Mr Kessler crap, alright?"

He said that in such a friendly demeanor, that I couldn't help but smile and laugh. "Sure thing Jacob." I said, amiably before following him inside. I quickly observed my surroundings and the deep hall leading up to the office. The scenery was nice, what with the entire setting seeming really chic, so to speak. If someone would have simply sent me a picture, I would have guess museum before office.

"Did you find the place alright?"
"Oh yes, very much sir." I said, forgetting just once not to call my boss so formally. Oh well, he seemed forgiving.

"Before we get started on showing you around, is there anything about your new position that you would like to know?"

"Um, yes - just one thing. No one had spoken to me about the hours to which this job entails. HR told me to speak directly to you when it came to that."

 

[Vagrant]

"Well I tend to work late, so I would be needing you from 9 AM until 8 PM, with an hour lunch. I know that is a long day, but hear me out." He smiled at her. "While we're at the office, it will be a typical 9 to 5 schedule. But while we're here, that's when the lateness will come in. To offset that, I won't be needing your services every minute, so if there is a lull in your work and I won't be needing you for a little while, you're free to relax out by the pool, go swimming, watch a movie, whatever." He walked over to the bar in his office and poured them both a drink, non-alcoholic, since it was so early in the day. Handing her the glass, he continued.

"And of course I know that not everyone lives for their jobs, and nor should they. So if something comes up that you need to leave early, all I ask is that you tell me so as much in advance as you can. Does that sound fair?"

He still couldn't get over the change in her chest, and his eyes kept creeping down there every so often. He wondered if it might be the baseline attitude adjustments programmed into her chip taking hold. If so, she was taking things in a different direction than he had thought, though he wasn't complaining in the slightest. He has assumed that the only outward change to the baseline, which was an implanted desire to look her best, would manifest itself into a desire for larger breasts. If she was that susceptible, this was going to be a huge success.