It was yet another long Wednesday during the busy tax season, and Lucy was napping at her desk. Again. It wasn’t her fault, really. After all, it was a nightmare trying to get to sleep these last few nights with these... blimps attached to her chest.

Up until a week ago she had been a comfortable stomach-sleeper. Then she got on the wrong side of a vengeful witch, who mistook some stranger on the train’s misogynistic comments about women to be his own. Now she couldn’t imagine falling into slumber with these humongous chest-pillows propping her up into some lewd-looking doggystyle position. But she’d been fortunate enough to keep her job despite her sudden and unexpected transformation - although it certainly helped that that there was a mountain of financial paperwork to fill out before the end of the month. Even still, staring at spreadsheets of boring numbers all day had a nasty habit of lulling this sleep-deprived busty babe into darkness...

“WAKE UP, GIRL!” Growled her boss Michael, loudly enough to break Lucy from her rest with a start so great she almost fell out of her chair. Empty coffee cups went careening onto the floor. There was an audible straining sound in her shirt-buttons as they struggled to contain the mass of her chest from bouncing about. “SLEEPING ON THE JOB, AGAIN!? AFTER ALL THE CHANCES I’VE GIVEN YOU?”

“S-sorry, sir! W-won’t happen again, sir!” Lucy stuttered. She was struggling to do up her top button to hide the expanse of cleavage that had opened, before she realized it was currently a dozen feet away rolling across the ground.

“MY OFFICE. NOW.” Said Michael firmly. Lucy demurely followed, skittering along while trying to rub the sleep from her dark, tired eyes. The door closed behind them both, and Michael gestured for Lucy to take a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair before his desk. “I don’t know what to say, Lucas-I mean, Lucy... you know this is our busy period, and I catch you napping on company time... I’m afraid if you can’t prove to be an ‘asset’ to this company we may need to let you go.”

Lucy was on the verge of tears. Before a week ago, she cried maybe once a year. Now ever since turning into a woman she was bursting out crying multiple times a day! “I-I’m sorry sir! D-don’t fire me!” She knew *exactly* the kind of work a woman with a body like hers would be expected to perform if she lost this job. “I’ll do anything... yes, anything!”

She regretted the words the moment they escaped from her mouth, because she saw the evil shift in her boss’ sly expression. “Anything? Really?” By now she knew that she was trapped between a cock and a hard place. “Then perhaps, missy, you can help with some of my more ‘personal affairs’.” The use of the term was appropriate, considering he had a wife and two kids at home. “Why don’t you crawl beneath my desk, girl, and show me why I should keep you around.”

With regret and disgust welling up in her with equal measure, Lucy crawled to her knees and began, slowly, to unbuckle her boss’ belt. Cradling the sweaty six-inch member with her hands, the uncircumsized tip mere inches away from her nose, she was horrified at the knowledge of what she was about to do. But a job’s a job, and a career’s a career... she gave it a couple test-slaps against the upper half of her swollen chest before spreading her lips and taking it into her mouth like an inexperienced champ. Her inconsiderate, domineering partner soon grabbed the back of her head, roughly and harshly pushing her into his crotch until his balls slapped against her chin and Lucy was worried about passing out from choking. Such a humiliating ritual! At least, she thought to herself as she anticipated the awful salty taste of his semen entering her throat (and she’d definitely be expected to swallow), this was a one-time thing.

It did not turn out to be a one-time thing. At least now she could get away with napping in the office. Sometimes.