PGAD - Chapter 18

18.

This is it, Sara thought, staring down the long, heavy wooden table of the board room at the executives seated before her, their side conversations amongst each other creating a droning buzz.   She had just delivered Gen-U-Tech’s quarterly earnings report in her typical organized and competent fashion – in other words, diametrically opposite to the way her previous earnings presentation had gone the quarter before – and it had been received with the usual level of disinterest and unengagement.  Profits were up, well done, the end.

She glanced down at her diamond-studded Rolex watch and then turned to the door just as it opened and a tall, formidable, well-built and rather handsome man wearing cover-alls, oddly enough, entered, and she was pleased to see that he was followed just behind by Chris the lab tech, who skulked in, looking extremely nervous.

Sara on the other hand felt positively brimming with confidence and authority.  She’d been waiting impatiently all week long for this moment, rehearsing it over and over in her mind.  This morning, she’d put on the new executive suit she’d purchased just for the occasion.  It had been freshly altered to accommodate and flatter her build, better-fitting than anything else she owned.

The reason for that was because she’d decided, by way of a reward to herself for all that she’d endured, to use the tablet one final time, and took forty pounds off of her original weight.  As she’d been gradually reducing her weight week after week between each of the transformations over these past months, this was hardly more than an incremental change, but when compared to her original weight there was a significant difference, which she’d been unpleasantly reminded of earlier in the week.  Sara thought to do more, but in the end, this was all that she dared to do while also feeling that she was certainly entitled to no less.

She stood before the board, in her professional cream-colored skirt and blazer, feeling trim and composed, almost serene in what was to come.  As Chris made his way to the back of the room to stand meekly in the corner, she cleared her throat.

“Gentlemen, I have another topic to raise beyond my usual presentation.”  Her voice, ringing clearly with clarity and conviction, captured the room’s attention like nothing else she’d said over the previous half-hour.  Conversation mostly subsided and heads turned. It was clear that this wasn’t business as usual.

She paused for effect, her gaze passing over and meeting with each person in the room.  She even locked eyes briefly with both Thomas and Randall, who were still drinking their scotch, but otherwise looking uncharacteristically sober and attentive.

“It is my regretful duty but steadfast obligation to report to the Board today about malfeasance – an egregious abuse of the powerful and revolutionary resources of this storied firm, resulting in a series of events that would threaten to sully its reputation and subject it to significant legal exposure.

“It may shock you to know,” Sara continued.  “That an experiment has been carried out – human trials – on people without their knowledge or consent.”

She paused for a moment to let that sink in, looking around the room, before she let the bomb drop.

“It may shock you further to know…  that those uninformed, unwitting test subjects are all Gen-U-Tech employees.”

It was like wind rustling leaves, a gentle rising up of murmuring voices as the executives in the room reacted, turning to one another, speaking in hushed voices as Sara looked on with satisfaction.

“I myself was one such victim.  I was injected with what I thought was a company-sponsored flu vaccine, but in reality was an experimental formula.”

She saw the room take further interest at that last remark, could feel their eyes scrutinizing her for any perceptible change, and felt glad that she hadn’t gone overboard with the tablet that morning.

“I have at least one material witness in the room,” Sara continued, pointing at Chris, hedging somewhat since she did not see the janitor from that fateful day, whom Chris was supposed to  have brought with him.  “...who can corroborate and provide additional detail on what has transpired.

“But, it pains me greatly to say,”  Sara’s voice lowered, drawing in her audience, captivating them.  She wanted their full, undivided attention, and she had it in the palm of her hands.  “That this individual did not act independently.  While not free of blame, nonetheless he was acting under express direction from someone else.  Someone in this room.

“He was taking orders from an executive.”

For the first time, the audience took their attention away from Sara, shifting around, many looking over each other for the guilty party.

“Someone here amongst us has put his own greed and ambitions above the welfare of this beloved firm, and his accomplice will share with us who that is.

“Chris?”

Sara beckoned him to come to the front of the room, but he merely stood rooted to the floor stricken.  He shook his head slightly.

The little weasel.  He knew the plan, this wasn’t putting him on the spot at all – it was his way out, his opportunity to take the bulk of the culpability off of his own shoulders.  But he wasn’t taking it.  If he didn’t, she didn’t even have the janitor here.

“Chris.”  She mouthed his name empathetically, wearing her sternest expression, trying not to let her desperation show.  She hadn’t counted on him not instantly leaping at the chance to save himself.  She needed this. If he didn’t speak up, she would have nothing…

“Oh, sit down,” Thomas scoffed after a few tense moments of silence, reaching behind himself and giving Chris a hard shove.  He fell backwards into one of the seats lining the back wall of the room.

“You know, this is a total crock,” Thomas pronounced, rising to his feet, whiskey glass still in hand.  “Whatever it is I do, it’s all for the company.  I work my ass off for Gen-U-Tech.”

Sara felt her heart leap inside of her chest.  The idiot!

It had been Thomas, as she’d suspected all along.  If Chris hadn’t cooperated and Thomas had stayed silent, she didn’t know what she would have done.  But now, he’d outed himself, like a complete fool.  Perhaps he was even drunker than usual…

“Anyone who says I don’t give a fuck about Gen-U-Tech is full of shit,” Thomas spat out aggressively. “I love this fucking company!”

“Hear, hear!” Randall pounded on the desk and raised his own glass, as several of the other executives began clapping.

Sara stared around incredulously.  “Wha..?  How..?  How can you applaud this man?!  Did you not hear what I just said?  He sanctioned an experiment on our own employees!  Treated them like lab rats!”

“Pfff, c’mon.”  Thomas waved his hand dismissively.  “All I did was help people.  This is gonna change the world.  No one’s complaining.  Are you complaining, bud?”

He turned to the burly, handsome guy in cover-alls seated next to Chris.

“Not one bit,” he replied, giving Thomas a toothy grin.

“Stand up, stand up,” Thomas ordered brusquely, flicking two fingers in an upward gesture and the man amicably complied, grinning again when Thomas flung an arm around him.

“Anybody recognize this guy?”  Thomas asked, pointing at him with the hand holding the whiskey glass, its amber contents sloshing about.  “A thousand bucks, right now, anyone?”

“It’s Stanley!” Thomas declared after a brief pause.  “Stan the man!

“Look at this guy!  Used to be an old sloppy scumbag mopping the floors, and now look at ‘im!  A fucking Adonis!”

Sara was aghast.  Now that Thomas had so, she actually could see it, or at least a resemblance.  It was indeed the janitor that she had bumped into the day that they had received the injections, or rather the new, improved version of himself.

The men in the room looked at each other with raised eyebrows, pointing and nodding.  They recognized Stanley too and appeared to be quite impressed with the new changes.

“That..  that… that’s not the point!” Sara shouted, noticing and hating a note of shrillness that entered her voice as she did so, trying to claw back control of the situation.  “You can’t do this!  You can’t do this to people without giving them a choice!”

“Oh, is that right?” Thomas asked with a sneer.  He tipped his glass back, draining its contents then set it down on the table top, next to a leather folio, which he now picked up, flipping it open to reveal…  a tablet.

“It’s funny that you would say that, Sara.

“What have you chosen to change, hmmm?”

Sara’s insides were on a roller coaster ride, having been first stricken with panic, then unexpectedly aloft with what she’d thought was a complete victory, now plummeting again.  It felt as though she had swallowed a heavy stone and it was currently sitting at the bottom of her stomach.

“For starters,” Thomas announced to the room, not looking up as he scrolled through the screen.  “Looks like Ms. Self-Righteous here took no less than forty pounds off her own weight..!

“Wanna see?”

There were a few nods and murmurs of assent.  “I’d like to see that,” someone remarked.

“No, wait!” Sara stretched out a hand in a halting gesture, uselessly, as Thomas was clear across the room.  He jammed his thumb down on the screen.

“Don’t– uhhh!”  It was that disgusting sensation of overindulgence that suddenly ran over Sara’s body as the forty pounds were restored to her bulk.  The hook clasp of her skirt gave way as her belly expanded a few inches, her blouse and blazer also popping seams and buttons as well.

A moment later and then the sensation passed, leaving Sara breathless and humiliated, her outfit ruined by the restoration of her weight.

“See?” Thomas gestured at her.  “Fucking hypocrite.  Always so uppity and uptight, acting like Ms. Perfect.

“But to be fair, I did fuck with her a little bit without her permission,” he admitted.  “I did, I did do that…”

“Thomas…”  Sara held a finger up warningly, unable to keep the hint of a plea out of her voice.  “Thomas, no…”

But even as she was speaking, he was back to swiping and tapping and then she was tingling again.

“Uhhhhhhh..!”  Sara wasn’t able to keep from moaning out loud as the huge wave of arousal washed over her.  But it wasn’t like before, where it was intense and maddening; this time it was completely uncontrollable, undeniable.

Right there, standing at the head of the board room, in front of the executive team, Sara lifted her skirt up, exposing her pale bulging abdomen packed inside of her control top, and began rubbing herself furiously through the panty hose, moaning lewdly.  She couldn’t help it, wasn’t able to stop herself, she just needed it that desperately.

Sara felt her face burning with embarrassment and arousal as the room broke out in animated chatter and some laughter as well, but she was unable to stop pleasuring herself.  She was just too incredibly horny…

“OK, well, maybe I didn’t turn it up this high the first time,” Thomas sniggered.  “But you get the picture.

“That’s all I did.  All the rest, she did to herself.  Wanna see?”

There were louder cheers in affirmative now.

“Next,” Thomas proclaimed like a carnival barker,” she gave herself an extreme makeover.

“And I mean extreme,” he added.

“Thomas… no…” Sara protested through gritted teeth,  even as she pressed her thumb in a circular motion, creating a delicious friction as the rough, texture fabric of her panty hose ground up against her clit.  “You fucking… piece of…  shit…”

“Why, Sara...” Thomas made an expression of simpering mock hurt before that sneering grin came back and he again jammed his finger on the tablet screen.

“Ahhh!”  Sara’s head whipped back, jaw clenched, eyes bulging, as her spine jerked and cracked, the cords on her neck standing out, causing the room to exclaim.  When her head wrenched forward of its own accord, she barely caught herself against the edge of the long table’s thick, polished wood top, managing to stay standing even as her body jolted and twitched, remaking itself in that by now long familiar rough-but-not-painful fashion.  Her rib cage and shoulders narrowed as did her hips and pelvis, while her femurs lengthened, her skirt’s hem line creeping up her thighs.  Her jaw realigned itself, becoming less square, the clenched teeth attached to them grinding up against each other as they shifted, straightening, and there came a series of light crackling noises as her brow flattened, becoming more feminine.

And then the crowd of executives positively erupted into clamor with what inevitably came next.

The tinges began all over Sara’s body as changes to her frame subsided and the nanites continued their work from the inside out, ceasing their changes on her bones and tendons, moving on now to her muscles, fat and skin.

She felt the ripples as her flabby, unused muscles grew lean and taut, the fat melting away, the tingling on her scalp as hair flowed out from her head, turning golden blonde as it grew in length.  Her vision swam slightly when her eyes began to change, first from muddy to clear brown, before going hazel, then gray, then a vibrant, serene blue.

And then of course came her secretly favorite part, exposed now for all of the company’s leadership to see, and with her Libido cranked up intolerably high, Sara wasn’t able to deny the compulsion.  When she felt her bust lifting, growing rounder, expanding to mammoth proportions, she couldn’t help but rip the blazer open, popping off the few remaining buttons, feeling up her own tits, hefting them as they grew heavier, her bra cutting into her shoulders before bursting its straps and falling away, her hard nipples pressed up against her palms through the skimpy fabric of her blouse, also shedding buttons from the top, moans escaping her lips as they grew fuller, plumper.

“Ooh, fuck,” Sara groaned aloud, unable to help herself, and a hand went down her skirt, now with ample room to spare, fingering her sopping cunt even as she continued groping her own tits.

“Holy shit!”

“Unbelievable!”

“Thomas, you fucking genius!”

The meeting had dissolved into complete pandemonium.  The men in the room had eyes the size of dinner plates, unable to take their eyes off of Sara for a moment, even as they clapped Thomas on the back.

It was like a nightmare and deep-seated fantasy come to life at the same time.  It was just like the last quarterly meeting when she’d stood there, awash in arousal, silently orgasming in front of the Board, only this time it was Sara standing there in the tattered remains of her business suit, in her smoking hot new body, a sexual creature of lust, desired by everyone in the room, fingering herself, openly getting off in front of them all.

“Oh God,” Sara choked out, mortified and trying to resist the rising climax even as she so ardently wanted and needed it.  “I’m gonna…

“Oh, I’m gonna…

“Oh no…. No….  nuhhhh

“Nuhhh, nuhhhhh

“UHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Sara came explosively hard, her mind a heady swirl of confused, salacious thoughts.  She was cumming in front of the executive board of Gen-U-Tech.  She worked and worked, five times as hard as any man to get a seat in this room, and now she was here, getting herself in front of them all like a drunk-ass slut at a frat party.

No matter how much she wanted to tell herself she didn’t like this, demeaning herself, debasing herself, giving in to the arousal, to the animal urges like some horny animal, a bitch in heat, there was no way to deny it as her pussy spasmed and squirted around her pumping fingers.

“Ohhhh…  ohhhh…  mmmmmmm…”

Her hips jumped and twitched in involuntary movements as she began coming back down from her peak, even as she continued sensuously grinding her thumb up against her clit.  It was good, but she was still turned on and one orgasm wasn’t nearly enough…

Sara felt her mind shutting down, the arousal consuming all else she looked around the room of cheering, awestruck executives with glassy eyes.  But still, some vestige of herself clung on.  This…  this was bad.  But she had to do something, she had to think of something, there had to be some way out…

It was then that Thomas, having just taken a massive double shot, waved his arms over his head, calling for attention.  “Hold on, hold on, we’re not done here yet…”

The room settled back into a droning buzz of anticipating conversation.  For how could there be more than this..?

“Well, we see here that Sara’s done a bang-up job fixing up her body.”

There were many empathic agreements.

“But…”  Thomas had picked up the tablet again.  “What about that snotty, uppity attitude of Sara’s, huh?

“So uptight.  So unpleasant.

“That ‘I’m so much fucking smarter and fucking better than you are’ vibe she’s always giving off?

“What about it, Sara?” he asked, that predatory smile spreading up his eyes, giving them a malicious gleam as they ran over every inch of her sexy, perfect form.

“Thomas…”  Sara tried to plead, but it only sounded like a moan of a longing as she met his gaze from across the room, even then unable to stop fingering her slit.  “Thomas…”

“Just remember,” he said, looking around, his finger raised dramatically high in the air, poised over the screen.  “It wasn’t anything I did.  This wasn’t something I picked for you.”

He locked eyes with her again.  “You picked this for yourself.”

He jammed his thumb on the screen again.

“Oh gahhhhhhhhhhhh…”  Sara’s eyes rolled back in her head as the nanites went to work, wiping out her intelligence, and along with it all of her reservations, her worries, her cares…  It was a relief so deep that it was indistinguishable from pure pleasure.

It felt so good.  It felt so fucking good.

When the tingle in her head subsided, it was just as Thomas had said – Sara was everything that she had chosen for herself: a toned, fit, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-titted, uninhibited bimbo whore.

“So…  What do ya say, Sara?”

She felt like she’d had some kind of plan… that she was supposed to say something, or do something, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was.

“I’m horny,” she whimpered.  It was all she could think of to say.

Thomas threw his head back, roaring with laughter.  “Hey, Stanley,” he bellowed as he began pouring himself another drink.  “Go help her out!”

“Hey, all right, you got it, sir,” Stanley answered, unzipping his cover-alls as he strode across the room.  Sara felt her nipples and clit tightening painfully as the janitor exposed his muscle-slabbed chest.

He came up from behind, shoving Sara from behind, bending her over the long, expansive table.  She held her ass up high, long legs spread wide, wriggling slightly in anticipation.  A huge roar of approval rang out from the executives as Stanley slid his thick, massive cock into Sara’s tight, sopping snatch, and she felt her tongue hanging out, drooling, as he began fucking her hard, while her colleagues cheered them on, nearly drowning out the depraved sound of her slutty, mindless moans of pleasure.

As the executives crowded around, clapping and throwing dollar bills on the table, Thomas made his way through, hopping up on the table top beside Sara, unzipping his pants.  The moment he pulled out his own erect cock, she began sucking him off, her plump wet, lips wrapped around his shaft.

It was nice, Sara thought happily, her eyes going cross as Thomas grabbed handfuls of her blonde hair, roughly jerking her head up and down, fucking her face hard while Stanley slammed himself into her from behind.

It was nice to finally get along with the boys.

-end