This is too awkward for you to handle. No one ever drove for you before and now getting this treatment from your boss and now as an overly sexually attractive young buxom blonde cheerleader in a humiliatingly short airy skirt barely covering your new hormone stimulated shaven cunt in the place your manhood’s dick and balls use to be is overwhelming to say the least. Your destination is only across town but the first five minutes already feels like an eternity with every second you hoping he doesn’t notice your face slowly reddening in embarrassment with blush. You jolt when the boss reaches up with a card in hand and in a strong voice, instructs, “Here. you’ll need this for identification during training and later during your mission on campus. Don’t lose it.” You gave a quick silent nod and take it but from being so flustered, accidentally fumbling the card between your fingers and squarely between your newly acquired pair of tits. You stare down your own cleavage dumbfounded before scrambling to dig deep to get it out, with one hand then the other slowly pushing it deep and exposing more and more of your bra with each attempt. You glance over to him and try to give a reassuring chuckle to laugh it off but you hear what sounds more out more like a nervous ditzy girly teen giggle escape your glossy plump lips instead. Turning away to hide your blush, you resume digging until eventually digging it out, only then realizing you practically undress your top with how much bra, cleavage, and even areola you reveal and try to cover up as you fix it. Clearing your throat, you look at the card. Angela Cummings… Jesus, this is going to be harder than you thought.
The boss notices your struggle and says, “Didn’t they brief you on that? The cheerleader you’re filling the role of has much larger implants than what you have now. The implants you have will naturally expand to that size because of the dna gel. These may also cause hormonal imbalance which may speed up the process.”
“Wait! What?! These are going to get bigger”, you cry out as you massage your sore breasts. You feel the preassure build in your breasts and bracing for them to grow another cup, you gasp/moan in shock as white liquid suddenly shoot forth from your nipples hard enough through the fabric of you shirt and on the dashboard, “What the- Is- Is this M-Milk!”, you squeal.
Your boss glances over and digs in his jacket, providing you something and says, “This will help”. You take it, expecting a towel, but your mouth drop open in shock when you realize he handed you a breast pump. He continues calmly, “Lactation would be expected since you… you know, expecting after all.”
Your head shoots towards him with a dumbfound and horrified expression, and practically shriek, “E-Expecting?! I’m fucking pregnant!?”
“Didn’t they tell you anything.”, your boss answers, handing you a photo. Taking it, you see it’s the photo of the woman your suppose to look like, only now noticing her thick waist. He continues “Didn’t think they’d already got a baby in you already. If they were going to do it, wish they called me”, and chuckles. His stops short after realizing that this might be a bad time for jokes and says, “A-anyways, just ask your trainer when you get there.”
You feel your face turn red with anger of them not telling you but also overwhelming embarrassment. You wanted to look good to your boss but realize not only all your efforts not only made you look like a hoe, but a knocked up bitch at that who’s now making a mess of his car, spraying milk like you sprung a leak. You try to mop up the milk with your clothes on but found it futile as there was no end in sight so while trying to keep your now milk engorged tits from his view as best you could, pulled them out over your v-cut shirt, spraying even more now that there’s no barrier, and try your best to clean up the spill you made. What else did they not tell you. Did they artificially inseminate you while you slept or fucked you while you’re knocked out during the procedures? You quickly realize one pump won’t stop the spraying of the free tit, and covering it only gets your hand soak. Without thinking, you try your best to keep your back to him as you without thinking jam the free tit in you mouth, desperate to save any dignity that you can get this mess under control. Milk quickly fill your mouth as fast you gulp it down, the new strange sensation this brought make you soak all the same but inyour crotch. You try your best to not moan but after failing that at least attempt to muffle as best you could. It felt like you were in heaven from the suction between the breast pump and your lips on your tits. After what felt like forever of bliss, draining your breasts while also getting your fill until it’s no longer leaking, the leaking finally slow to a stop and as you try to tuck your breasts back in, you glance over your shoulder back at your boss.
The car just stop at a red light and caught him struggling to pry his eyes from you, though you hardly notice from first noticing his bulge now massive pressing to be free from his pants. Noticing you staring back at him, but you’ve yet to realize how incredibly horny while you not noticing the milk that runs from the side your mouth. He places he hand on his lap, trying to block view of the bulge while he clears his throat, looking away like he accidently intruding a peep on a female stranger in the locker rooms. You don’t know what came over you. Perhaps worried he would have a lower opinion of you on the team and not like an aroused hussie. You place your hand on his hand to stop his attempt to cover himself and after gulping down the milk still in your mouth, you try to say reasuringly as possible, though coming out instead as almost seductively, “Oh no, it’s no big deal. I-.”, but you cut short as you felt him try to pull away from your grip, overwhelmed sexually himself, causing your hand to fall squarely on his crotch. You both look at each other shocked. You felt it’s damp with ‘milk’ of his own. You’re shocked when the words slipping absently from your mouth, saying, “I think I might’ve spilled some on you.” and even more so as you bend over try to wipe his pants with your shirt/breasts, jostling his pants until, with near giggling in delight mad horniess from the hormones going wild in you as you watch his massive dick spring out and flops onto your breasts. Your mind foggy with arousal vaguely comprehend his stammers in feign protest, as his dick harded between your tits, and it’s warmth mingling with your breadth as your lips descend on his tip.
You, or Angela’s body, felt the dick stiffen in her/your womanly lips envelopes his cock as you work your breasts around the base in a boob job. Angela’s lips suck and pecks playfully at the dick before dipping down in more rhythmic bobs. A few times you try to reach the base but felt the gag twitch in the back of her throat that forces you back up for air. You can hear him groan in pleasure, grinning to yourself that your new hot sultry body at least definitely secured a raise from this. You’ve already came a few times during this ordeal and at least twice from direct contact with his dick, but surprised he hasn’t yet. Just as you thought to give up, you felt his dick stiffen around your tongue. You try to pull back so he could cum on her breasts (as you would prefer doing) but felt a massive firm hand press down on the back of her/your head, pushing his cock deeper down your/her throat. A muffle cry of protest only got pass your lips followed by a cough from gag reflex. Streams of cum shot into the back of the throat, intensifying the coughing as Angela’s voluptuous yet petite body struggle in vain to break free. A thought of using force on his balls would help you out of this, but refrained as he was still driving. You felt your face become red as Angela’s body choke on the cock, eyeliner your female coworkers helped you put on you before you left on this trip, begin to streak down your cheeks as tears form in your eyes from suffocating on the cum doing down her/your throat. You pull back again, but this time he lets go, you release your lips from the massive beast of a cock (that has now spurt what’s left of it’s load over your face and massive tits), inhaling deeply fresh air before sputtering in more coughs over his lap. Your boss gave you a minute (or two) to catch your breadth. The horniness hasn’t left your body despite all this, so you remain there hanging over his slowly flacid cock, mind to foggy of what to do next. After realizing your hesitation, your boss clears his through roughly, as indication for you to do something. You look up with cum running down the cheerleader’s pretty face, but he only glances at you before back at the road. You stare down again, noticing much of the cum while getting on you also runs to the base of his cock. He clears his throat again. …Does he intend for you… Or are you overthinking to much like an actually slut right now. Without thinking it over, you oblige to his request and began cleaning around his dick, before sucking his dick all over again, enjoying the feel of it hardening all over it in your bitch of a woman slut mouth. You don’t know what has gotten into you, but you’re loving every minute of being in a body of a whore, while trying to tell yourself it’s her dna and hormones. Your boss clears his throat again but even harder. You felt his hand on you again, but this time pushing you to get up. You look up annoyingly, gasping audibly when you realize what he was getting your attention at. The car has stopped, apparently for awhile now and your instructor who’s suppose to teach you etiquette as the for the mission is standing by the door with a clip board, arms crossed waiting for you attention. Your…
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