
Blake had been noticing his new designer's increasing distress
for the last few hours. When she had arrived for her first
day in the office, she had seemed healthy and vibrant. In fact,
her glow of health and beauty was of the sort only really achievable
through supernatural means. Magical cosmetics were some of the
most common types of magic employed in day to day life, so there
was nothing too surprising about Clair Hwang's appearance being magically
enhanced, but magical eye shadow couldn't make just anyone look
that good. It was generally only people with some sort of innate
beauty magic who managed to have faces like Clair's. His first
thought when he had interviewed her was that she probably had
some succubus or nymph blood considering her heart-melting face and
her outrageous curves. Breasts big enough to be visible from behind
and an equally massive bubble butt made it more likely she was
part succubus rather than part nymph.

He'd first started noticing her distress after lunch. By the
time he picked up on it, she was already squirming quite a bit,
and her clear skin had grown slick with sweat. She kept making
repeated trips to the bathroom. Though her blouse had been
smooth over her watermelon sized breasts when she showed up,
at some point she had gotten rid of the bra or nipple covers
she had been wearing and now to thick nipples made prominent
dents in the fabric. The buttons of her blouse seemed to have
grown more and more strained, and where it had fit her perfectly
when she arrived there were now distinct lines in the fabric
around each button where her swollen bosom was pressing
against its confines.

Given all this, Blake wasn't that surprised when she tapped
him on the shoulder and asked to talk to him. "Yeah sure,
what's up Clair?" he did his best to keep his eyes on her
face rather than her sweat-stained straining blouse, but
despite his efforts at professionalism he could feel
himself developing a semi-chub.

"Umm, it's a little personal, can we go somewhere else?"
she asked.

"Sure, of course," he got up and lead her to his office
room. When they got to the room and
Clair had closed the door he asked, "what's up?"

"I'm really sorry, but I think I have to go home."

"Yeah, you don't look so good. Go take care of yourself.
We can go over the other stuff we were gonna talk about
tomorrow."

"Well, that's the thing. This is gonna keep happening, so
we need to figure out what to do about it. I'm not sick,
at least not in the usual way you would think of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm under a curse. I thought I would be able to handle
working a full day with it, but it seems like I miscalculated.
There are some conditions I have to meet pretty regularly,
and it seems like a full workday is too long," she explained.

"What conditions? Maybe we can work something out to help you."

"Well, umm, oh god, this is so embarrassing," she flushed, "I've
been cursed, to, well, to lactate constantly, and right now
I'm really full."

Blake's semi-chub began to lose its softness, "so do you need
to, um bring a breast pump or something? That should be easy
enough to accommodate."

"Well that's the thing about this curse, I can't really pump,
or at least not very effectively. I do have a pump at home,
but it only works when I'm really full, like painfully full.
The curse only really lets me have relief when someone else
helps me. Normally my housemates do it for me, but they
obviously aren't around right now, so that's why I need to
go home."

"Ok, well maybe we can work something out where you work
from home during the afternoons or something. Are you
gonna be ok to get home right now, you really don't
look that great."

"Y-yeah, I should be able to make it," Clair said somewhat
hesitantly. "It's not that far. I'll take the train
and hopefully one of my housemates will be home."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Clair winced and tugged at her blouse, "well really the
best thing would be if you could help take the edge off."
Seeing his expression, she said, "Sorry, never mind,
that's inappropriate for work, I just, I'm in a lot
of pain right now, forget I said anything."

Blake swallowed, "Umm, well it seems like an emergency, so
I can try to help."

Clair's face brightened, "Really? Ohthankgod," she immediately
began unbuttoning her blouse. Blake's gaze was sucked into
her cleavage as it came into view. He had never seen breasts
so perfect or so massive. Every little jiggle of her bosom
drew him deeper in, and he could feel his mind going fuzzy.
His cock came fully to attention. He vaguely thought that
he should probably ask about the details, but then Clair
was tossing her blouse on his desk and her
massive breasts were free from their confines and it
no longer seemed important. She was taller than him in
her 3" pumps, by far enough that it was obvious she would
have been taller than him even without them. She didn't
have to lift her breast by much to shove her nipple
in his mouth. Her strong hand grabbed him by the back of
the head and shoved him into her sweaty breast flesh,
which spread out over his face, engulfing it.

Her milk was the best thing that he had ever tasted. It
felt like his mouth was having an orgasm from the moment her
sweet cream hit his tongue. He became hyper-aware of his
rock hard cock as he gulped and gulped. "Oh, thankyouthankyou,
god that feels good, I was so full. Help me with the other
side." She abruptly pulled him off her nipple and switched
him to the other before letting out a contented sigh. The
milk gushed into Blake's mouth as fast as he could swallow
it, maybe even a bit faster. He felt overwhelmed by her
abundance. He was being effortlessly dominated by his new
hire and her enormous tits. His stomach rapidly filled up,
and he tried to indicate that he was full to Clair, but
she didn't seem to notice even as his efforts to push
himself away from her domineering boobs grew increasingly
desperate. Her arms were thinner than his but somehow
possessed incredible strength. It wasn't that she was
ignoring him, she just seemed so caught up in the relief
of her letdown that she didn't realize he was trying
to disengage. He was using his full strength, but
the gorgeous Korean girl flooding him with milk couldn't
even notice his feeble flailing.

It was only when milk spurted out of his mouth because
he was completely unable to keep swallowing that she
stopped, "oops, sorry, did I fill you up a little too
much?"

"Ummmm, yeah, a little," Blake said in the understatement
of the year.

"Sorry, it was just such a relief to have someone take
the edge off."

"That just took the edge off?" Blake couldn't believe that
his bloated belly wasn't enough to give Clair full
relief.

"Yeah, I'm still feeling pretty full. It's not painful
anymore though. Thanks so much. I should be able to make
it home to my housemates with no problem now." She picked
up her blouse and began buttoning it back up. "So tomorrow
should I plan to go home at lunch time and work from home
for the afternoon?"

"Y-yeah, sounds good," Blake continued to stare at Clair's
cleavage as it slowly disappeared.

"Awesome, thank you sooo much. You have no idea how much
relief that gave me," she gushed, turning to strut out of
the room. Blake stared at her bulging ass as she departed,
no longer able to muster the professionalism required to
avoid staring at the hypnotic sway of Clair's derriere
when she left the room.

He remained leaning against his desk for several
minutes after she was gone before he finally got the
energy need to waddle to the bathroom and jerk off in
one of the stalls.

================================================================

"You want to go to subway with us?" Ryan asked Clair. It was
lunch time and everyone was standing around their desks ready
to move off in a pack to get food and bring it back to the
break room.

"No thanks, I'm gonna go home and eat there. I've got a
condition so I have to work from home in the afternoon
at least for now."

"Oh that sucks, well I guess we'll see you on video later,"
Ryan replied.

"That explains why you were looking kinda rough yesterday
afternoon." Charlie said.

"Yeah, I miscalculated how bad it would be," Clair said.
"Thank god for Blake. He helped me out before I went home."

Blake felt a sudden adrenaline dump as Clair casually revealed
what he had done the day before. He wanted to signal to her
not to keep going, but he didn't know how and before he knew
it Charlie was asking, "oh, what do you mean?"

"Well, I have this curse. Basically when I was 16 this
old witch took the last ham of the type my family always
got for Christmas out of our cart, and I called her a
'fat ugly cow', so she cast a reciprocal curse to make me
what I called her."

The guys on Clair's new team looked confused. "You don't
really, well, you don't really look like that to me."
Ryan said. It was hard to square an uglyness curse
with a face like Clair's that would have gotten her rejected
from playing any non-supernatural roles on TV for being
too pretty to plausibly belong to a mortal, and while it
was true that her ass was pretty enormous, the tiny
waist highlighted by the clingy purple dress she was wearing
ensured that fat wasn't a word that came to mind when you
saw Clair.

"Aww, thanks," she smiled, "well at first I didn't look like
this after the curse, but my parents kept bringing me to
curse breakers. The reciprocal curse wasn't the most deeply
rooted since I wasn't 100% in the wrong. I mean I would say
I wasn't at all in the wrong since she stole our fucking ham,
but the magic blames me at least a little or it wouldn't have
taken in the first place. She was a pretty strong witch and
she spent like half her essence on it so there is a lot of power
in the curse. It turned out she was having a psychotic break
when they arrested her. Anyway, my parents kept bringing me
to curse breakers, but it took a while before we found one
who could help me, and by that point the curse was pretty
much fused to my soul."

"So obviously they did something, but it sounds like they
couldn't completely break the curse?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, we finally found a doctor who was able to kinda loosen
up the curse energy and push it around. The general shape of
the curse was pretty set, but he could push around the energy
to focus on different parts, so anyway yeah I got to choose
the least bad parts. I was really ugly, like painful to look
at. Like people would get queasy just seeing my face. So
I got rid of that part. I did the same thing with the fat
part for the most part, but there's enough of it left that
I still have a giant ass. He was able to convert the concept
of fatness to be more about size than actual blubber which
is why I'm kinda a giraffe. I used to be 5'3" and now I'm 6'2".
But that still left a bunch of curse energy lying around and
I decided that 'cow' was the least bad place to put it, which
is why I can't buy tops off the rack."

"Wow, that's pretty crazy," Ryan said.

"Wait, so why does this mean you have to go home early?"
Deepak asked.

"Oh, well, the 'cow' part of the curse makes me, well, it's
a little weird, but it makes me lactate, you know, like a cow,
and since it's a curse it makes it really annoying to deal with.
I basically can't let down on my own, so my housemates have to
help me. If I don't get help, it can get really painful, so yeah."

"And Blake helped you yesterday?" Deepak asked.

She turned to look at Blake, "Yeah, you was suuuuuch a lifesaver.
I felt like I was about to explode yesterday. It hurt so much.
The ride home was so much better than it would have been
without your help."

"Oh, umm, no problem," he chuckled nervously.

"Sorry you had to deal with me like that."

There was a silence as everyone digested what Clair had just
revealed. Eventually Charlie broke the silence, "so, uhh, how
long can you go before it gets uncomfortable?"

"Honestly, I'm not the most sure. In college one or two of my friends
would help out between classes, so I never had to go that long
without relief. I thought I would be able to last a while, but
I guess I hadn't been realizing how much that was helping.
Based on yesterday and today, I would say probably about
two hours of being totally comfortable, and then after four
hours it starts to get significant. I think it was after like
six that it started to become really unbearable."

"Wow, that's so fast. That really sucks," he said.

"Yeah, well, it is what it is. It's better than having people
throw up when they see me, which happened once or twice with
the original curse," she gave an angelic laugh.

"So then, does that mean you're in pain right now?" Deepak
asked.

"Yeah, but it's still managable. It does mean I should probably
get going and not stay for lunch as much fun as that would be."

"What if the train has a maintenance closure or something?
You're getting pretty close to the six hour threshold." Ryan
pointed out.

"Yeah, well, let's hope things go smoothly. I guess I'll just
get an uber if that happens. It's really no big deal guys,
I don't want to put this on you. It's my weird condition to
deal with." She picked up her bag and tucked her laptop away
in it. She slung it over her shoulder, the thing leather strap
pressing in between her massive breasts. "I mean if you guys
wanted to help me out obviously that would be great, but I
don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

There was a silence as they digested that. Every one of the
men clustered around her was hyper aware of her massive
breasts and the milk filling them. Eventually
Drew broke it, "Ummm, yeah, I mean, if it's for your health,
I don't mind helping you out."

Clair broke into a sunny smile, "Really? That would be amazing!
Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you into anything. I
can definitely make it home without your help."

"Umm, no, no problem," he said.

"Ok, well, then why don't you follow me?" She put down her
bag and walked off towards the conference room. "This is
really nice of you. Believe me, you have no idea how much
nice this will make my trip back. Thank you soooooo much."
Drew trailed after her, his eyes locked on the hypnotic
sway of her massive ass as it moved in time with her every
step. Her purple dress went down below her knees, but it
sheathed her so tightly that it highlighted the shape of
her legs even when she stood still. The only reason she was
able to walk in it was because the fabric was so stretchy.
It was almost as if she was constantly walking with an
exercise band around her legs, though she showed now
apparent difficulty in moving in the dress.

Once they were alone in the conference room, Clair turned
to Drew and gave him a supernaturally beautiful smile.
"This is such a relief, you have no idea," the voluptuous
Korean said as she reached back and unzipped her dress.
She shrugged out of it, letting the top fall down as the
flawless skin of her bosom was revealed. Drew's gaze was
drawn in by her cleavage and he felt rooted in place.
He could only watch numbly as Clair peeled the silicon
pads that had been covering her nipples off and set them
on the table. Her naked breasts jutted out from her chest
with a perkiness that seemed implausible given their size.
Shot-glass sized nipples imperiously demanded his attention.
He remained hypnotized as she stepped forward and grabbed
him by the back of the head, forcing him to bend down
with an irresistible strength.

Her nipple invaded his mouth and swelled even further,
forcing his jaw apart even as her hand shoved his
face into the silken heat of her breast. "Ahhhhhh,"
Clair signed contentedly as she let down her milk.
It was the best thing that Drew had ever tasted.
His cock was rock hard and his world shrank to
his mouth and genitals while he drank. He wasn't sure
how long it was before Clair shifted him to the other
breast, but it couldn't have been very long. Her
fat nipples forced milk down his throat at an alarming
rate. It was all he could to do desperately gulp to
keep up. He was becoming quite full when she finally
let up. "Thank you so much Drew, you have no idea
how much of a help that was."

Clair slipped her arms back through the straps of her
dress and reached back to zip herself back up, displaying
an impressive flexibility. Drew trailed out of the
conference room behind her, feeling bloated and lethargic.
Her stilettos clicked with every step, and there was
something about the confidence in her gate that made
him feel humbled. Having a belly full of her milk
transformed the way he saw her. The younger girl suddenly
seemed to possess a new aura of authority.

"So can you stay for lunch now?" Ryan asked when Clair
returned to the group.

"Oh, no not really. That just took the edge off. To
stay for the whole day I would probably need all of
you to help me out. Don't worry, I won't ask you guys
to do that," she smiled and picked up her bag, making
to head out.

"Well, umm, I wouldn't mind," Charlie spoke up.
As soon as he spoke up there was a chorus of
agreement, "yeah, you shouldn't have to go home
halfway through the day," "I'll help out," "yeah."

Once again, Clair set down her bag. "Really? Ohmygod,
you guys! Thank you so much!" Clair gave an excited
bounce. If any of the guys had managed to miss the way
her nipples were now denting her dress, the motion
ensured that they noticed now. "Ok, Ryan and Charlie,
follow me." She gave another heart melting smile
as she turned back towards the conference room.

Once inside she smiled, "you guys, this is so awesome,"
she unzipped her dress, "I'm so glad to be able to stay
for the whole work day," the two programmers stared in
awe as her perfect boobs bounced into view. "Come
over here," they stumbled forward in a daze and
she grabbed them by the back of the head, forcing
their lips down to her thick nipples. With a contented
sigh she let down her milk. She was still so full.
Thanks to her curse, her breasts were always full of
milk. Their only two states were full and overfull,
and it would take more than one stomach to take her
from her current overfullness back to merely full.
Thanks to the magic of the curse, her breasts were
larger on the inside than they should have been,
so it took a lot to drain them. When Ryan and Charlie
started struggling to push her nipples out of their
mouths she forced milk down their throats for a few
more seconds before letting them free. People could
get so dramatic about being stuffed with her milk,
but they always thanked her in the end, so Clair had
learned not to pay too much attention to people's
struggles. She knew how much milk they could handle
better than they did.

She strutted out of the conference room with the two
programmers trailing after her in the same daze that
Drew had left in. "Deepak and Blake, would you mind
helping me out?" She called to her boss and coworker.

"Sure," "Ok, yes," they scrambled to follow her
into the conference room. Within moments her
nipples were invading their mouths and she was
letting down her milk. Just as before she filled
them to bursting and then a little more before
emerging once more to call Jake and Neil in for
their own turn.

The whole process had only taken five minutes or
so. Clair now stood in a circle of men whose stomachs
were bloated with her milk. There was an undeniable
shift in the atmosphere. "Thank you so much guys!
I'm so excited to be able to stay the whole day!"
Clair gushed, "and now look, you guys save some
money on lunch!"

"Umm, yeah," "thanks Clair," they murmured.

"You'll save a lot this way haha," she giggled, "I
can feed you guys breakfast too if you want."

"What about you? You still haven't had any lunch."
Blake pointed out.

"Yeah, I am still pretty hungry. Can you get me two
foot long Philly cheese steaks from subway since
you know the way? I want to play some Mario Kart."
Before Clair had all pumped them all full of her milk,
the team probably would have found it weird for
their new hire to be using the boss as her errand
boy, but with their stomachs swollen with her milk
it seemed normal, natural even.

"Yeah, I would love to!" Blake said enthusiastically.

Clair gave a radiant smile, "thank you so much!"

The programmers all followed the sexy new designer
like a gaggle of ducklings following their mother
as she strutted over to the couches outside the
break room to boot up the game system. "I'm gonna
demolish you guys, I'm so good at Mario Kart," she
confidently declared, tugging her gleaming black
hair back and picking up her controller.

Clair won a few rounds before Blake brought her
food back. She paused the game to take it from him,
"thanks boss," she beamed at him. The juxtaposition
of the title with the circumstances made Blake realize
that he was acting like Clair assistant. Somehow that
just made his dick twitch. Neither of them mentioned
any way for him to pay him back.

The game remained paused as Clair ate. No one suggested,
or even thought about suggesting, that she might hand
off the controller to someone else so they could
play while she ate. Instead they all listened as she
told a story about how she had won a beer pong tournament
with her sorority in college and made the frat boys she had
defeated in the process hop around with their legs tied
together for the rest of the night as punishment.

=============================================================

Clair towered over the rest of the team as she strutted
into the conference room. At 6'2" she was already the
tallest one on the team, but the massive calf link black boots
she was wearing today gave her a huge boost. Six inch
platforms and ten inch stiletto heels put her at seven feet even.
A black miniskirt left much of her pale thighs bare, and
a thin U-neck sweater left a hint of cleavage visible while
her thick nipples dented the fabric. Three large wooden buttons
were all that held the thin garment closed, and there were
visible stress lines in the fabric around each button.

"Hey boys," she gave them a heart melting smile, "thanks for
coming. I wanted to organize this meeting since I noticed
that I'm the first designer that the company has hired, and
I realized that you boys might not know much about how to
work with design staff. I thought I would share some of
my thoughts on how I could be most effective based on
my past experiences in internships, what I learned in school,
and some stuff I've read. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah," "ok," "sure,"

"Great!" she beamed at them. "Blake, can you put up that presentation
I shared with you?" She asked her boss.

"Ummm yeah, gimme a sec," he said.

"Take your time," she said magnanimously as she leaned back a little
to pull her long silky black hair back behind her shoulders. The
motion thrust her chest out, and all the eyes in the room locked onto
her massive breasts as they overwhelmed her top.

After a moment, Blake had her presentation ready. It felt a bit
like she was treating him like her assistant even though he was
her boss. His dick twitched involuntarily at the thought.
"You're ready? Awesome!" She gave him a sunny smile that made
the rest of the world disappear for a moment.

"There are some different ways teams can work with designers.
Really for a full UX staff, it would be ideal to have both
designers and researchers, but since all you have is little
'ol me for the moment, I'm going to focus on working with
designers. There are two main approaches, which I'll call
pull based and push based or design lead. Next slide."

Blake advanced the presentation to reveal an image of Clair's
smiling face in the middle with a bunch of stick figure programmers
surrounding her. Arrows pointed from the programmers to Clair.
"In a pull based workflow, you guys will pursue your work as normal
and when you get to a point where you need to write some new UI
code, you'll reach out to me for me to design a new widget or
page. This has some advantages. It allows you to keep your existing
workflows pretty much as is and just add me in like adding salt
to some bread. It's also easier for me since I don't need to know
as much about the products. Next slide."

"Here's an example of a UI built like this. Next slide."

"And another one. Next."

"And another. What do you guys notice about them?"

There was a silence as they tried to think of what she wanted them
to say. None of them wanted to disappoint Clair. Now that each of
them had been pumped full of her milk a few times, keeping the
sexy Korean designer happy had taken on a new significance.
Finally Jake spoke up, "ummm, they don't look that cohesive."

Clair beamed at him, "exactly! Gold star for Jake!" Jake felt
himself go rock hard in response to her bubbly praise, even if it did
sound like something a third grade teacher would say to a well
behaved student. He grinned. He could see envy on the other guys
faces.

"Jake's exactly right. The biggest problem with a pull based workflow
is that the different parts often wind up not fitting together perfectly.
Fortunately, there is a different approach. Next slide."

Now there was an image of Clair pointed forward while the stick
figure programmers marched along behind her. "In a design lead
approach, I'll have to do more upfront work in designing the
whole product. It will involve a longer initial phase of
information gathering, and then I'll make designs for the
whole thing. I'll adjust them as we build, but the goal of
doing this upfront work is to make sure that the entire product
has a cohesive UI vision. This is a solution to the problem
of too many cooks. If there is one person with an authoritative
product vision, you wind up with a much more cohesive
result. The problem with too many cooks is that everyone
has their own, usually good, ideas, but they wind up clashing.
If we were to follow a design lead workflow, you would
still be able to have all your great ideas, but now you
would bring them to me to integrate into the larger design.
That way all the disparate visions are subordinated to one
singular, strong product vision. In my opinion, this approach
produces the best designed and most delightful products."

She grinned at them, "so what do you guys think? Which
one should we use?"

"Well the design lead one seems better," Deepak said.

"Yeah, I'm basically an idiot when it comes to design,
so I want you to just tell me what to do," Ryan said.

"Yeah, tell us what to do Clair," Drew echoed.

"Tell us what to do! Tell us what to do! Tell us what to do!"
An impromptu chant broke out.

Clair could feel her pussy grow hot. She grinned, "well,
if you guys insist. Now my first instruction is for you
to come over and give me some relief. The girls are getting
pretty full." She'd already fed them all breakfast, but
it was nearly lunch time now and her ever-abundant bosom
was once again over-full.

She reached up and undid the buttons of her sweater, revealing
her bare breasts as the guys formed two orderly lines. In
her monster heels, they didn't have to bend down much at all
and Deepak even had to go up on his tip-toes when it was
his turn. As Clair fed them, she kept up a continue bubbly
stream of enthusiasm about how great the new system would be.
Finally she buttoned up her sweater and left the room. The
team had just agreed to pretty much take their orders from
her. It was her third day of her first job out of college.
For an ambitious girl like Clair, it was a good start.

================================================================

Blake could feel his body responding as he registered the
distinctive clicking of Clair's heels moving towards his office.
The wood flooring ensured that the distinctive clicking filled the office
whenever Clair moved around. She opened the door without knocking
and leaned in, "hey boss, you got a minute?" She was as stunning
as always in a white platform stilettos and clingy white dress
with a V neck that showed about four inches of cleavage. For any
other woman it would have been a significant amount, but in
comparison to the size of her bosom it managed to look almost
understated.

"Umm, sure," he said.

"Great!" She gave him one of her trademark sunny smiles.

"What's up?"

"Well the team's been doing a great job of reworking the
app to match my new designs, but I'm starting to worry
about meeting the deadline." Clair had asked the team
for an estimate of how quickly they thought they could
rework the app to match her new design when she had
presented it three days ago. At they discussed it a
little and thought that four months was a good estimate.
At that Clair had suggested setting an ambitious target
for themselves. At this point, impressing Clair was
top of mind for everyone, so they had readily agreed.
When she confidently declared she thought they could
get it done in two months, no one had voiced any doubts.

"Well a slippage is to be expected for software projects,
especially when we've set an intentionally ambitious
goal for ourselves." He said reassuringly. Apparently
it was the wrong thing to say since Clair's gorgeous face
took on a look of annoyance. There was something painful
about seeing that look on her face. No one that pretty should
have to be annoyed. "B-but if we work hard we might still
be able to make it," he added.

Clair's face turned sunny once again, "I think so too!
But it is a lot of work. The boys have been working
soooo hard for me, but there's still so much for
them to do!" Blake's cock strained against his pants.
It was true. Everyone was working harder than they
ever had before Clair joined the team. In the few
weeks since she had joined, there had been a total
transformation of work ethic. It wasn't that they
were lazy before, but now that they were working
on Clair's Plan as everyone called it, they were a
new kind of driven. They all technically still reported
to Blake, but when she described them as working for
her nothing felt wrong about it. It was obvious
that impressing the busty designer was the reason
for their newfound work ethic. The way a 22 year old
girl was barging in and pretty much taking over from
Blake probably should have made him indignant. Instead
it made him horny.

"So I was thinking... since I've been doing a lot of
the coordination stuff, you probably don't have as much
work on your plate right now, right?" It was true. Clair
had expanded the concept of 'design lead' to encompass
more than just her providing a consistent UI vision.
She ran all the meetings and weighed in on things that
had nothing directly to do with UI. If something could
wind up impacting her design, she wanted to know about it,
and since impressing her was everyone's top priority
they would always change their approach to match Clair's
preferences even if she did always couch herself in terms
of suggestions. It would have been concerning for a designer
to be giving suggestions about database design, but Clair
had double majored in computer science and web design,
and all her comments were quite insightful.

"Umm, yeah, I guess," Blake admitted.

"Well, since Deepak is pretty slammed on the new upload
dialog, I was wondering if you could help him out by
taking the device update scheduler off his hands?"

"Umm, yeah, I guess," Blake meekly accepted being assigned
a task by a girl half his age who worked for him.

"Awesome, now I'm feeling a little full, mind helping me
out?" She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress.
Every time Blake had suckled from her, the experience
had grown more and more immersive. Now, as soon as her
naked breasts came into view he fell into an immediate
trance. Smirking at the way her boobs turned her boss
into a zombie, Clair pressed her tits together and
shook them back and forth a little, "come over here,
I don't want to have to bend down." He obediently
got to his feet and walked over to her. The boots
she was wearing were identical to the black ones
she had worn when she launched her little coup,
only they were white to match her dress, so she
stood more than a head taller than Blake. It
made it easier for her to shove her nipple in his
mouth, which was one big reason she loved these
boots so much.

Once she finished nursing her boss, she pulled her
dress back on and strutted confidently out of his
office. Not for the first time, she thought to
herself that she was lucky she was the only girl
in the office. It wasn't that it would have been
impossible to do the same thing if there was another
woman around, but it was certainly a lot easier to
wrap a pack of boys around her finger.

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Blake felt a pit of dread in his stomach as he heard the
distinctive clicking of Clair's approach. He knew he was
behind on the update scheduler. It was a pretty complex
bit of code and he hadn't really done much programming
in the last ten years. He knew he could do it, but it
was taking more time than he would like to knock the
rust off. Clair had clearly noticed this in the last few
days, and he had been treated to that devastating expression
of slight annoyance when he'd given his update the last
few days. He had a feeling she was coming to talk to
him about it.

She breezed into his office, and despite his dread, Blake
had to take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. She
wore her trademark platform stiletto boots, though today they
were red to match her tight silk pants and tight red blouse.
Her blouse was held closed by a thick gold zipper that looked
like it was designed for holding together heavy duty canvas.
When she had come in in the morning, it had been zipped
up to her chin, but after she fed everyone breakfast, she
never zipped it all the way back up and now there was about
8 inches of cleavage visible through the gap.

"So Blake, I was hoping to talk to you about some things?"

"Sure, sure,"

"Great!" she gave him a heart melting smile. "It's two things
really, but they're kinda related. First, I've noticed you're
struggling a little with the update scheduler. Would you say
that's fair?"

"Uhh yeah,"

"Well I just wanted to let you know that at this point you're
becoming the long poll in the tent, so I was hoping you could
really buckle down and try to do a big push."

Blake gulped. He was already working 16 hour days, though
Clair's milk was oddly invigorating so it wasn't actually
as bad as it sounded. "Ummm, yeah, yeah."

"Great! I'm thinking one problem might be that you're stuck
in here all by yourself all the time. I know you haven't
done much coding lately, so maybe it would help you if you
went out to the main floor with all the other boys."

"Umm, yeah,"

"And also, I've been having a lot of one on one meetings
with everyone, so I was thinking that it would make sense
if we were to trade desks. That way I don't have to take
over the conference room whenever I want to get a little
relief from one of you."

She wanted to take over his office? A quiet part of Blake
cried out in defiance. "Umm, yeah, umm, that sounds good."

"Great!" she beamed at him. "Speaking of, get over here,
I'm feeling a bit full." She unzipped her top and Blake
instantly dropped into a titty trance. Clair felt herself
grow wet. She had been on the job for less than a month
and already her boss was utterly broken and subservient.
She loved what her milk did to people.

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// Karioke to celebrate launching her new design

// She hires a UX researcher

