
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 Claire Huang's appearance being magically
enhanced, but magical eye shadow couldn't make just anyone look
that good. In fact, she was the kind of beautiful that was usually
illegal, and she even had a special license attesting that while her
beauty was magical it was involuntarily acquired. It was generally
only people with some sort of innate beauty magic who managed to
have faces like Claire's, but even then most of them had voluntary
control over it so you rarely saw anyone as drop dead gorgeous
as Claire. 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,
but now he knew better.

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 crop top 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 fabric to have grown more and more strained,
and more of her midriff was on display than had been visible
in the morning as her swollen bosom was pressing
against its confines. The hem of her top now floated four
inches away from her abs, hovering above the essence crystal
set in distinctive purple medical grade fairy gold. The
robins egg sized crystal glowed a soft pink, and a faint
pink mist streamed from it continually indicating that
it was underspeced for the amount of mana it was channeling.
When she had first come in, the gem was just peeking out
occasionally and betraying its presence with its mana
exhaust, but now it was on full display.

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 Claire?" he did his best to keep his eyes on her
face rather than her sweat-stained straining top, 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 Claire 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," Claire 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?"

Claire 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."

Claire's face brightened, "Really? Ohthankgod," her hands
flew to the hem of her top. "Wait, I should warn you,
my milk can be kinda addictive."

"You mean you need me to?"

"Suck yeah, sorry, should have mentioned it earlier.
You don't have to if you don't want to."

Blake couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. The
thought of taking one of her fat nipples in his mouth
dominated his mind and his dick was rock hard.
"So, umm, when you say it's addictive..."

"I mean it's not like heroine, but my friends say it
tastes really good. There's not like withdrawal or anything
like that haha. You just might get a little disappointed if
you can't have any cause it's really good. I just want
to warn you. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, I mean I have no problem with it tasting good,"
now that the idea was in his head, Blake would say
whatever she needed to hear to let her suckle from
her. Any thought about the appropriateness of letting
his new hire nurse him was absent from his mind.

"Awesome, thank you sooooo much. You have no idea
how much of a relief this is for me," she gushed
before tugging her top up and letting the fabric
bunch up above her breasts while her remarkably
perky melons burst forward in all their naked
glory. Claire had a class one license for enhanced beauty
covering her face and general look, but her breasts
had to have a separate class three license. Legally
speaking, her breasts were considered magical weapons
because of their incredible perfection. The sight of
them overwhelmed Blake. Their every jiggle and quake
enthralled him. Claire's nipples seemed to carve lines
in the fabric of reality as she hefted her breasts
and stepped forward. Though she was wearing sneakers,
she was still five or so inches taller than Blake's
own 5'9". It helped a little when she grabbed him
by the back of the head and shoved him down to
latch onto one of her nipples. Despite relatively
slim arms she was incredibly strong, and Blake
could do nothing to resist, not that he wanted to.

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 grew uncomfortable. There was something about the shear mass of
her breasts, the weight of them, that made him feel small
and meek. It was difficult to even muster the willpower
to resist, but his increasingly painful stomach eventually
forced him into action. Even when he did begin to struggle
she was so strong that he had no chance to shove her
off of him, and she didn't seem to notice his efforts.
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 Claire 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
tugged her top back down to cover her breasts in what looked like
a practiced motion. "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 Claire's
breasts after they had been covered by her top.

"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 Claire'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 Claire. 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," Claire said.
"Thank god for Blake. He helped me out before I went home."

Blake felt a sudden adrenaline dump as Claire 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 Claire'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 that would have gotten her rejected
from playing mortals on TV, and while it
was true that her ass was pretty enormous, the tiny
waist her crop top and low cut jeans left bare
ensured that fat wasn't a word that came to mind when you
saw Claire.

"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 Claire 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 did some longer tests earlier, but my curse has
gotten worse and I guess I can't last as long as usual anymore.
I guess I hadn't been realizing how much having friends help
me so often through the day was doing. 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 manageable. 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."

Claire 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 in her tight packed jeans.

Once they were alone in the conference room, Claire 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 slid her crop top up over her breasts.
Drew's gaze was drawn in by her cleavage and he felt rooted in place.
He could only watch numbly as Claire 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.
Cork 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,"
Claire 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 Claire 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 sooooooo much Drew, you have no idea
how much of a help that was!"

Claire tugged her top back down, not bothering with the
pads. Drew trailed out of the conference room behind her,
feeling bloated and lethargic. Her hips swayed 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 Claire
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, Claire set down her bag. "Really? Ohmygod,
you guys! Thank you so much!" she gave an excited
bounce. If any of the guys had managed to miss the way
her nipples were now denting her top, 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 pulled up her top, "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. Ryan and Charlie
started struggling against her, but Claire was
so caught up in the bliss of releasing the
pressure that she didn't notice for a while.
When she did notice their struggles, she
released them, "Ooops, sorry, was that too
much for you boys?" Claire could be a bit of
a ditz when it came to accidentally overstuffing
her helpers. Normally she was really focused,
but something about her letdown reflex made
focusing a challenge. Fortunately, she had
found that people could fit a lot more of her
milk in their stomachs than they thought. She
wasn't sure why, but she thought it might be
an aspect of the way her milk was magically
nutritious.

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. She did a slightly better job
of regulating herself than she had with Ryan and
Charlie, but the two men still spent a few seconds
futilely struggling against the much stronger
before she noticed and let them go. It was
Jake and Neil's turn last, but she didn't manage
much better with them.

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

"Umm, yeah," "thanks Claire," 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 Claire 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.

Claire 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.

Claire 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 Claire's assistant. Somehow that
just made his dick twitch. Neither of them mentioned
any way for him to pay her back.

The game remained paused as Claire 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.

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

Claire 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 chunky boots
she was wearing today gave her an extra boost. Three inch
platforms and six inch heels put her head and shoulders above
all of them. A black miniskirt left much of her pale thighs bare,
and her crop top was cut high enough that a hit of underboob
cleavage could be seen when she stretched.

"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 pulled her top up, flashing inches
of underboob cleavage. The magical perfection made the minds of
her teammates go fuzzy for a few seconds before she lowered
her arms and her breasts were fully covered once again.

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 Claire's
smiling face in the middle with a bunch of stick figure programmers
surrounding her. Arrows pointed from the programmers to Claire.
"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 Claire. 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."

Claire 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 Claire 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 Claire," Drew echoed.

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

She grinned, "well, if you guys insist haha. 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 shoved her top up, 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.
As Claire fed them, she kept up a continue bubbly
stream of enthusiasm about how great the new system would be.
Finally she tugged her top down 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 Claire, it was a good start.

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

Blake could feel his body responding as he registered the
clomping of Claire's chunky boots moving towards his office.
The wood flooring ensured that the distinctive sound filled the office
whenever Claire moved around. She opened the door without knocking
and leaned in, "hey boss, you got a minute?" She was as stunning
as always in her chunky black boots, a dark red pleated skirt
and a white crop top. From the dents in her top and the
way her breasts wobbled with every step, her lack of a
bra was obvious, not that it seemed like she ever wore
one.

"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." Claire 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 Claire had suggested setting an ambitious target
for themselves. At this point, impressing Claire 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 Claire'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.

Claire'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 Claire 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 Claire'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. Claire
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 Claire'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 Claire
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 pushed up her crop top. Every time Blake had
suckled from her, the experience had grown more and more
immersive. Rather than growing used to the enthralling
perfection of her boobs, every time he saw them they
were more entrancing. Smiling fondly at the blissful
expression on her boss's face, Claire 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. Her
boots, put her more than a head taller than Blake, which
made it easier for her to shove her nipple in his
mouth. It was one of the main reasons she loved the
boots so much.

Once she finished nursing her boss, she pulled her
top back down and strutted confidently out of his
office. Her first few weeks were going great!

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

Blake felt a pit of dread in his stomach as he heard the
distinctive clomping of Claire'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. Claire 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 maroon leggings and a cropped sweatshirt that hung
off the shelf of her breasts, it's hem dangling in space.
Despite being looser than most of the tops she wore, it
emphasized the mass of her bosom as much as anything
she had worn to the office.

"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
Claire'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 slid her hands up over the
underside of her breasts, hefting them a little before
letting them drop down as she shoved her top up.
He instantly dropped into a titty trance. Claire grinned.
She loved the way her milk made people so happy.

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"You guys, I'm so excited to take you to karaoke!" Claire gave an exited
bounce that set her boobs jostling in her pink crop top.
She had presented the newly finished redesign to the whole
company the day before, and the reaction had been great.
Graham Muller, Blake's boss, had given the whole team spot
bonuses. When he had asked Blake if there were any outstanding
contributors, he had honestly answered that they wouldn't
have done it so quickly or so well without Claire. He had
explained her 'design lead' system, and Graham had been
impressed with the results. While everyone else got solid
bonuses, Claire had been given $10,000. She had immediately
declared that she was taking the team out to karaoke to
celebrate. Blake had pointed out that there was actually
budget to fund team activities, but the narrative of
Claire 'taking them' was already set even if she wasn't
technically paying for it. It was a subtle reminder of
the incredible success she had enjoyed in the short time
she had been at the company. On another team, there might
have been resentment at the way Claire was reaping most of
the glory when everyone else had worked a lot harder than
her. It wasn't that Claire didn't work hard, but she worked
normal hours, while all of them were putting in extra time
in order to impress their sexy designer. None of them
were even thinking along those lines though. Instead they were
straightforwardly happy for Claire.

"I'm kinda nervous. I'm not very good at singing," Deepak
said.

"Don't worry, that's the whole point. You just go with your
friends and screech like banshees," Claire reassured him.
"Come on who's exited?" she grinned and bounced again.
There was a chorus of enthusiasm from the team. If Claire
wasn't there karaoke would not have been high up on the list
of activities to do, but with the bubbly beauty so enthusiastic
they were just excited to go along for the ride.

"Ok, Blake and Neil are driving. Let's split up who goes in which
car. How many can you take Blake?"

"Five including myself," he answered.

"What about you Neil?" she asked.

"Four,"

"Ok, then me, Charlie and Deepak can go with you and everyone else
rides with Blake. Sound good?"

"Yeah," "sounds good," "yep," the chorus of agreement that met all of
Claire's suggestions bubbled up.

She beamed at them, "awesome! You guys this is so exciting!" she
gave a delighted little silent clap that squeezed her boobs together.
"Let's go!" She confidently strutted off towards the parking garage.
Neil scurried after her, trying to catch up in time to show her
where his car was.

Neil's car was a convertible with a cramped back seat. Really it
was more of a two seater, but there was space in the back if
you squeezed in there. Claire immediately claimed shotgun, forcing
Charlie and Deepak to squeeze in behind her. It would have
been easier for them to get in if she slid her seat forward,
but neither of them wanted to point that out, so they instead
awkwardly climbed past her. "Do you have CarPlay? Let me put on
some tunes," Claire began fiddling with Neil's console without
asking as she booted his phone off and connected with her own.
Neil normally navigated using the console screen, so he had
to put his phone on his lap and pick it up to try to figure
out turns. Claire appeared oblivious to his struggles and
he wasn't about to complain to her.

As he pulled out Claire began blasting bubbly k-pop and
singing along. The wind whipped around and swept her
hair forward. She danced along to the music by wiggling
in her seat which treated the boys in the back to a show
as her overflowing curves shifted. The expression on her
face was one of such joy that it seemed to light up the
whole car, making the three programmers around her feel
an incredible lightness and delight.

The others were already there when they got to the karaoke
joint, and Claire swept past them to clomp up to the desk
and give the guy manning it their booking information.
He looked a bit overwhelmed at the arrival of a gorgeous
amazon in six inch platform boots with boobs twice as big
as his head, and it took him a while to find their information.
Claire's face grew increasingly annoyed as he fumbled around,
but it cleared up when he finally found their information
and gave them a free round of drinks by way of apology.
The delay hadn't even been that long, but seeing a girl
as pretty as Claire annoyed was painful and he wanted to
make things right.

"Whoo! Let's go!" Claire cheered as she lead the boys
to their room. She picked up the remote and began fiddling
with the machine for a moment before handing it off to
Ryan, "wait, hold on, I'm gonna go order a drink."
A few of the guys made as if to follow her, but she arched
an eyebrow and slid her hands up to the undersides of her
breasts, "you sure you don't want to save room for later?"
She gave her boobs a suggestive bounce. They pulled up short,
mumbling their agreement before she giggle, "that's what I
thought." Her hair flew back as she turned on her heel and
strutted off.

When she came back into the room carrying a margarita
they were already singing an 80s power ballad, and
she immediately joined in. Despite the fact that she
didn't have a microphone, her voice filled the room
as she sang along. Charlie and Jake were doing their
best, but it was obvious that Claire was a much more
talented singer than them. She occasionally stopped
singing to take sips from her drink, and the difference
was stark between when she was singing and when she wasn't.
The room almost felt hollow without her angelic voice
filling it.

When the song finished, she cheered and jumped over
to hug Charlie and Jake. Her battering ram boobs
smashed into their faces and knocked them off
balance. They would have fallen over if their much
stronger coworker hadn't been holding them up with
her slim arms. "Oh, I know what to do next!" Claire
exclaimed, releasing her victims and snatching up the
remote.

Moments later, "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj began playing.
Just as before, Claire's performance was nearly perfect.
She didn't seem to need the prompts on the screen since
she quickly turned around in order to face her fascinated
team. She didn't just sing. She writhed her body to the
music, the motion making her curves come alive. At a
few points when she bent too far over her pink lacy
panties flashed briefly from beneith her tiny pleated
black skirt. The guys could only watch in awe as their
young goddess of a coworker put on such a sensual show.

After the song she took a big gulp from her drink
before queuing up 'Let's Get it On.' Her performance
was just as impressive as it had been for the previous
song. Her writhing form and angelic voice stupefying
the men sitting around the room. Looking at their
slack faces, Claire felt herself grow moist. She knew
she looked good, and there was something titillating
about bringing an entire room of people into a stupor
with her body.

When she finished, she gulped down the rest of her
drink. "Hey Ryan, since you're saving room for
later, can you go get me another one of these
with your free drink? Thanks hon," she pressed her
empty glass to his chest.

"Ummm, yeah, sure," Ryan mumbled, shuffling off
to the door. Claire didn't respond, already absorbed
in selecting the next song. The opening notes of
"Baby got Back" were playing as the door shut
behind him. Claire enthusiastically threw herself
into another incredible performance. When Ryan
returned, she was wrapping up the song, and she
motioned for him to stop by the door. She sang
the last few lines before cheering and snatching
the drink from his hands.

"Any of you guys want a turn or you wanna keep watching
me?"

They stared at her, still stupefied by her performance.
After a moment, she giggled, "I guess you're still too
shy. That's ok, I don't mind carrying," she cued up
'Espresso' by Sabrina Carpenter and began singing
beautifully. Her dancing became more languid and
sensual, but it remained every bit as enthralling.

She continued to ask them if they wanted a turn
every few songs. When they remained sitting there
in a hypnotized stupor, she would shrug, order one
of them to go fetch her another drink, and keep
singing. As the night wore on, her face grew increasingly
flushed, and her enthusiasm, which was always pronounced,
began to boil over.

"Oh my god you guys! I love this song!" she squealed in
delight as 'The Boy is Mine' by Ariana Grande came on.
Her delighted surprise didn't make much sense considering
she had put it on, but none of her coworkers were in much
state to think about the incongruity. They had all gotten
a serious Claire Huang overdose and weren't in much of
a state to think clearly.

"Uggg, you guys, I'm getting, like super full," she
complained when the song finished. "My stupid cursed
boobs are so annoying!" She gulped down the last of
her seventh drink, "I just want to sing!" She pouted
prettily and hefted her massive udders. At the looks
on their faces she giggled, "you guys don't mind helping
me out though right?" When they didn't answer she
smirked, "I bet you love it don't you? You love getting
to help out when my big boobs get full, don't you?"

There was a chorus of mumbled ascent.

"You guys would be pretty sad if I stopped having to
nurse you, wouldn't you?" she gave them a drunken grin.

There was another mumble of ascent. They didn't seem
to be able to quite form words after the performance
that Claire had just given them.

"Maybe I won't feed you," she smirked at them,
suddenly mischievous, "maybe I'll just go home early.
I could still make it fine. That's probably the responsible
thing to do. I mean I already imposed on you guys twice
today already!"

They looked distressed at the idea. "Please Claire-"
"no, don't-" "we really don't-" "come on-"

"Well if you want it that much why don't you prove it?"
she giggled. "I'll feed anyone who kisses my boots,"
as soon as she said it, they dove out of their seats,
shoving over and past one another to be the first
to get to her chunky black platform boots. "Oh my
god you guys," she giggled, "wow, you're really
into it haha, calm down, you'll all get a chance."
Claire's snatch burned as she watched her boss and
colleagues bump heads as they shoved one another in
order to be able to plant their lips on the black
leather of her boots. "Wow, I was just joking, but
you guys totally took me seriously, and it was like
immediate too. I bet you've been thinking about this
for a while you little pervs." She continued to
giggle as they debased themselves for her amusement,
until they had finally all done the deed.

"Ok, wow, I didn't expect that," she laughed, "you
guys are sooooo dedicated to my boobs. That's, like,
super cute. Ok, time to hold up my end of the deal
I guess," she pulled her top off and tossed it casually
to the side, standing topless before them. "Blake,
Neil, you guys are up," she snapped her fingers and
beckoned them over.

They started to lean down to her nipples, but she
stopped them, "Aaaaah! Wait, don't you think you
should be a little more grateful?"

"Thank you Claire," Blake mumbled sheepishly.
Neil echoed him a moment later.

"Don't you think that's a little casual after you
just kissed my boots? I think you should call me
Miss Huang.

"S-sorry Miss Huang," Blake stammered to his sexy
young employee. "Thank you for your milk Miss Huang."

"Umm, I'm really sorry Miss Huang. I was too disrespectful.
Thank you for your milk." Neil corrected himself.

Claire beamed at them, "awwww, such a couple of respectful
boys. Ok, come on then," she grabbed them by the back of
the head and let out a contented sigh as she let down her
milk.

She worked her way through the rest of them, making them
all thank her for the privilege before pumping them
full of milk. When she had finished, something had
definitely changed. They had all been thoroughly
wrapped around her finger when they showed up at
the karaoke joint, but now it was more than that.

They had already been there for hours, so after she fed them
they decided to call it a night. Claire decided she was drunk enough to
justify calling an Uber while the guys drove or took transit
home.

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"Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhh, what did I do last night?" Claire asked
rhetorically as she grabbed Lindsey and Karl by their hair and
dragged them up onto her painfully swollen boobs. They were unable
to answer as her nipples expanded in their mouths, straining
their jaws and locking them in place. "Fuck, I swore I wasn't
gonna do that at work! You guys! I think I got a little too
dommy and made everyone kiss my boots... again!" Lindsey
and Karl caught up in the bliss afforded by Claire's, but
they did their best to focus on what she was saying. It wasn't
a question of whether it was important or not, everything
Claire said was important.

"Fuck, I'm a horrible person. Do you guys think I'm a horrible
person?"

"No Miss Huang," Mario said from where he was kneeling respectfully
next to Kavia at the foot of the bed.

"But I promised myself I wouldn't!"

"You were pretty drunk last night Miss Huang, it's easy to make
mistakes. You shouldn't beat yourself up about it," Kavia
chimed in.

"You guys aren't just saying that? I know you get horny
when I do stuff like that. You sure you're not just getting
off on it?" her voice turned suspicious.

"Well, I mean, obviously, obviously it's super hot, but
I mean that's not..." Kavia trailed off, her thighs clenched
together. She took a breath, "what I mean is, that's not
the point. It's not your fault you have this curse
that makes you have to show your boobs, your perfect,
umm, sexy, umm, well and I mean it makes it so easy for
you to just kinda slide into like an alpha role."

"You have a leadership presence Miss Huang!" Mario
chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah, exactly. That's like exactly what I was trying
to say! You have a leadership presence! I mean anyone who's
around you starts to look to you for direction. It's nothing
to feel bad about! You should feel good about it."

"Hmmmmm," Claire thought, pulling Lindsey and Karl off
her tits and sitting up. She snapped her fingers, her
perfectly manicured glossy pink nails flashing in the
light. Mario and Kavia eagerly got to their feet
and latched on.

"What do you guys think?" Claire asked Jose and
Jackie as they walked in with their heads respectfully
bowed and took up the positions that Mario and Kavia
had just occupied.

"I agree," Jackie said.

"Yeah, me too," Jose chimed in.

"But I mean, don't you think it goes a bit beyond just
a leadership presence to make them kiss my boots?"

"No, I think it's a good thing you did. It helps set
expectations for the relationship. It's like with a dog.
You gotta give it some structure, so it knows what you want
it to do. If you don't it will just be confused and anxious
all the time." Jose said.

"They aren't dogs though," Claire pointed out.

"It's the same principle. You know how we get super uncomfortable
when we can't treat you right? That's not just because you got
drunk and thought it would be funny to offer us milk if we would
be your footrests."

"I'm sorry you guys! I didn't know it was everclear!"

"My point is that you're special Miss Huang. Everyone who get's
to know you is gonna see it. You shouldn't be surprised when
they want you to be the boss. I mean, it would be so weird
if you weren't in charge around here. You're telling me there's
a super smart amazon with a perfect body whose boobs provide
all the sustenance that anyone else in the house needs and
she's somehow not in charge? Come on, it's ridiculous."

"I guess," she pulled Mario and Kavia off her snapped her
fingers, beckoning Jose and Jackie over.

Freya and Gordon took their place. "If I may Miss Huang?"
Freya asked, her face not even rising to look up from
the floor.

"Go on,"

"You might not understand it, but you have a lot of natural
social authority. It's like, it's like being around your
grandma. Imagine you're staying in an AirBNB with your
gramma, and there is one real bed and one fold-out couch
bed. Obviously you're giving her the real bed. It would
be weird for her if you didn't, but for most people it
would also be weird for them if they slept in the real
bed while their gramma had to sleep in the worse one.
Things are kinda like that with you, only a lot more so."

"Are you calling me old?" Claire glared at Freya.

"N-n-no, I just- I just-"

Claire giggled, "don't worry, I was just messing with ya!
What do you think Gordon?"

"I agree with Freya. It would be uncomfortable for them
to treat you like anything beside what you are."

"Oh, and what's that?" Claire asked.

"A goddess," he said with utmost seriousness.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww! Thanks! That's so sweet!" she gushed.
She pulled Jose and Jackie off and snapped her fingers
one last time, "Thank you so much you guys! I feel a lot
better now!" She sighed in relief as she emptied her abundance
into the stomachs of her devoted housemates.

When she finished, she got up and looked over the clothes that
Brianna was holding. She needed to remain alert enough to help Claire
with her morning routine and would thus get her breakfast
later. The stupor brought on by Claire's milk didn't last that
long, but it would take her out of commission for 15 minutes
or so. "That looks fine," Claire said as she took in the black yoga
pants and white crop-top the other girl was holding.

She walked over to her en-suite bathroom. The water was already
running in the shower, since Reggie had turned it on as she
fed her last pair from the morning shift. Claire slid her
panties to the ground, leaving them on the floor where Brianna
would collect them in a moment, and stepped under the stream
of water. It was the perfect temperature.

The shower stall was quite large, so it could easily accommodate
Reggie as he followed her in. The water bounced off his well defined
muscles, a gift bestowed on him by Claire's supernaturally nutritious
milk. He squirted some body wash onto a loofah and got to work
scrubbing. A moment later, Brianna joined them, having finished
putting down Claire's clothes and stepping out of her own panties.
Her lithe form joined them beneath the water and she picked up
a bottle of shampoo, waiting until Claire choose to wet her hair
before she could get to work.

She pulled on the crop top and tried to get it to settle around her
chest, but no matter what she did, she couldn't get the tight fabric
all the way over her rack. There was always a few inches of underboob
cleavage visible, no matter what she did. Looking at herself critically
in the mirror she pursed her lips in annoyance, "she definitely did,
that crazy old bat! Fuck, none of my clothes are gonna fit now. I'm
gonna have to spend the whole morning fixing my curse now!" She
sighed in annoyance, "guys, go get the stuff to measure me."
She looked at her navel piercing. It was definitely glowing brighter
and off-gassing more pink mist than usual, a sign that her curse had
grown stronger and wilder.

Brianna and Reggie returned with a tape measure, a book, and a pencil.
They were both still wearing towels, not having had time to change.
Claire lead them out into the hall and stood against the wall, allowing
Reggie to mark her off before extending the tape measure to see how high
the mark was. "You're 6'4" now," he told her.

"Dang, that was a big one. I was probably all hopped up on curse energy
in addition to being drunk last night."

She walked into the kitchen where she was greeted by Carmen
and Roy, who were both standing ready to greet her. "Good
morning Miss Huang!" they chorused.

"Morning guys!" she sat down at the table and Roy put a
large plate of eggs, buttered toast, and bacon in front of her.
"This looks great, thank you!" she dug in while they watched
her attentively. He put down a glass next to her and poured
fresh squeezed orange for her.

"Do you want a cappuccino or a latte this morning Miss Huang?"
Carmen asked.

"Mmmmm, cappuccino,"

"Great! Coming right up!" Carmen said, excited to be able to serve
her sexy housemate.

Claire mulled over what her housemates had said to her while
she ate. She still felt a little guilty about crossing a line
she had made for herself, but they had made a lot of good points.
By the time she was finishing off the last of her breakfast,
she had come to terms with what she had done. Maybe, she
thought, it was for the better.

After she ate, she got up and stretched, "I guess I need to
deal with my curse now," she muttered in annoyance, walking
over to her yoga room. She unrolled her mat and sat down
cross-legged, resting her hands on her knees and closing
her eyes. Brianna came into the set up some incense
that could help boost essence manipulation.

She turned inward, her focus dropping to the
enchanted crystal set in her navel. Claire was only a
hedge witch, so she couldn't perform any great magics on
her own, but she could activate enchanted items. Her own
thimbleful of essence slotted into the jewelry and assumed
command. Suddenly she could feel the spidery arms of her
piercing extending throughout her body. Through it, she
could sense her curse suffusing her flesh.

It was a sensation. An expanse of foreign essence pervaded
her flesh, far more than she herself possessed. Most of it
was wrapped up tight by iron bands rooted in her navel.
The curse was worked deep into her flesh, the essence that
made it up no longer entirely foreign, so it was impossible
to remove, but it could be twisted. The curse was composed
of three pillars. The "ugly" pillar was the least recognizable.
It had been entirely turned inside out, stressing the structure
of the curse significantly. It was impossible to do that to
more than one pillar, so the others were merely twisted and
squeezed. The concepts that made up what it meant to be fat
were pushed around, emphasizing the meatiness of Claire's
ass and bust, the broadness of her hips, and her overall size,
while compressing the most central concept of fatness down
to next to nothing. The "cow" pillar was the least changed.
It was pulled tight against the inverted "ugly" pillar and
pressed against the part of the "fat" pillar having to do
with Claire's breasts. The excess curse energy that had been
squeezed out of the central node of the "fat" pillar had found
its way to the node of the "cow" pillar ensuring Claire's
breasts were full of milk.

Now though, there was a new factor added to the situation.
Fresh curse energy was sloshing around, pressing into the
curse and trying to twist it back into its original shape.
This wasn't the first time Claire had encountered this situation,
so she took hold of the enchanted limbs made available to her
through her navel piercing and began working to get the unruly
new energy under control. New branches of control grew into the
untamed essence, slowly bringing it under Claire's control.

Her eyes remained closed for an hour as she worked steadily
to fix the damage. By the end of it, she had worked herself
over from head to toe, putting everything in order. She
was already looking forward to getting on with the rest of
her day as she did a once over to make sure she hadn't missed
anything. To her shock, she found that there was a bit of untamed
curse energy all over her body. There wasn't much, but she
found the greatest concentrations where she had begun her work.
It could mean only one thing. The old witch who had cursed her
was still flooding her with more essence.

"Fuck, she must have escaped. They still haven't found her?"
She muttered with annoyance. "Hey Brianna? Can you go tell
Lindsey to get in contact with the police and let them know
that the old bitch is currently performing a curse boosting ritual.
It's slow, but it's been going for a while now. Reggie, I'm going to
need more incense."

"Yes Miss Huang," Brianna, who had been waiting attentively by her
side said. Reggie just bowed and scurried off to obey her.

"Carmen, Roy, get over here. I'm gonna be here a while, so
you might as well have your breakfast now." She pulled her
crop top up. As always, her tits turned her housemates into
zombies and they obediently came over to her, kneeling down
and leaning forward to take her nipples in their mouths.
Claire sighed as she let down her now slightly more potent
milk. "This is so annoying. I'm going to be dealing with this
all day."

When Brianna and Reggie finished their tasks, she fed them as
well, then closed her eyes and once more turned inward. She
completed the next pass quicker than the first, having just
done it once for practice, and having to deal with less energy.
Despite this, there was about the same amount of energy waiting
for her when she finished as there had been the first time.
The ritual was getting faster. Claire felt a flicker of worry,
but all she could do was jump into another pass.

She had been focused on moving slowly and deliberately before,
but now she went for speed. She had never had to push herself
this way before since she had never had to deal with a continuous
stream of new essence getting pushed into her curse. She found
it wasn't as difficult as she had thought it might be. Maybe it
was the two previous rounds of practice, or maybe she just had
a knack for it. When she finished, she was almost annoyed by how
little energy was waiting for her in the regions she had started
with. "Uuuuugh. I'm gonna be here all day," Claire complained.

Experimentally, she began feeling around for the source of the
energy. Her navel piercing wasn't really designed to do it,
but she was pretty dexterous with it, and after a little while
she found what she was looking for. There was a sort of pipe
attached to her curse, pushing more energy into her in a viscous
flow. The enchantment modifying her curse had a firm grip on
the pipe, but not with limbs under Claire's control. She wasn't
supposed to mess with it.

She waffled for a bit before deciding to try to see if she could
take control. The stupid ritual was taking forever. She felt
around in the enchantment's root, pressing around with her little
thimbleful of native essence. She found the limbs gripping the pipe,
but none of the usual mechanisms were in place. With an effort of
will, she began extending her essence into the slumbering limbs.
It was hard, much harder than anything Claire was used to, but
she was determined. She was making progress, extending her control
further and further. It would have been entirely impossible if
she hadn't spent years controlling the rest of the enchantment.
Though they were not designed for her to take hold of, the pipe
limbs were still part of the same contagious tree-like enchantment.
Some part of it instinctively recognized Claire as its mistress,
and yielded slowly to her weak yet determined magical efforts.
If Claire had to do this with mana, she would have been immediately
exhausted, but curse magic was all essence craft, and essence was
inexhaustible so long as you didn't do something so silly as
push your essence outside yourself to form a curse or a homunculus.

She stopped her work to do another quick pass over the newly
accumulated curse energy before returning to her project of subverting
control over the pipe limbs. She had to take another pause for
a fifth pass, but got control of the limbs soon after that. Experimentally,
she slightly relaxed their grip. The flow of curse energy into her
increased. She made another quick pass. What had taken her an hour the
first time, now only took her five minutes. She relaxed the grip of
the pipe limbs still further, then a little bit further. There was
a decent amount of energy waiting for her when she did a pass this
time. She could feel more air on the undersides of her breasts and
her pants were growing tighter.

She could easily handle this level of flow, so she relaxed the grip
by even more. It was a big change. Where the essence had been oozing
into her, now it was flowing. She was confident she could handle it.
She made another pass. She opened the spigot still further. She
made two passes, then grew impatient and released the grip almost
all the way. *You want to turn me into an ugly cow, we'll see how
you like it when I drag all your essence out, you old bitch.* Claire
thought. As annoying as it was for her curse to grow stronger, she
did enjoy the knowledge that the nasty lady who had done this to her
was giving up her power in order to curse Claire. It was why curses
were so rare. Who wanted to cut off a part of themselves to hurt someone
else?

She found she was able to handle the full flow for another hour, but
then a problem began to present itself. Once she noticed it, Claire
immediately clamped back down on the pipe. The energy flow slowed
back to a negligible level. Having bought some time, Claire
assessed the situation. The problem was that the curse was being
expanded beyond the ability of the original concept warping to
handle. She could maintain the twists perfectly, but it was no
longer going to be enough. She would need to warp the pillar
concepts of the curse in new ways if she was going to have a place
to put all the energy coming her way.

She was stuck, unexpectedly having to come up with a new way to
view the concepts of "fat" or "cow". She was beginning to get
worried, when she thought back to what her housemates had been
telling her earlier. Her body gave her an aura of authority.
She could lean into that. "fat" had been warped into "large"
already. It wouldn't take much to extend that warping with
"large and in charge." Claire's mass gave her authority. Her
meaty ass and heavy breasts were symbols of power. She had
never warped a concept before, just reinforced existing
warping, but Claire found it came easily to her. "Cow" was
a little harder, but then it clicked. Cows were animals.
More than that they were heard animals. In any heard, someone
had to be the leader, the alpha. Claire pushed and squeezed
the "cow" pillar until a large new "alpha" node bulged from
it. The excess energy filling out her curse rushed eagerly
into the new bulges in concept space she had carved out.
She flexed the limbs of the enchantment, squeezing her
curse into the shape she wanted it to take, dominating
the malevolent essence with the help of the magical
tool she was manipulating.

Her navel piercing had never been intended to be used
like this. It was built to allow her to maintain the
curse warping on her own, but this was going beyond
that. As she wrenched her curse into a new shape,
Claire felt a new connection with the essence that
made up the curse. It was already deeply tied to her,
but now the connection grew deeper. She wasn't sure
exactly what was going on, but it helped reinforce
the new shape, so she welcomed the phenomenon.

Having made the adjustments, Claire was feeling good
about her capacity to handle more energy, so she
opened the spigot once more. It was much easier than
it had been to guide the new essence into place.
She completely released the grip on the pipe, and
still the flow was trivial to manhandle into place.

Claire could feel her body swelling, growing as the
curse pumped her up. The concept of size had been further
warped to increase her strength, and she could feel
her two new concept nodes embodying dominance bolstering
that. The seems of her yoga pants began to strain, then
slowly pop open, tears appearing along the length of
her legs. Her crop-top was getting tighter and tighter.
Stitches began to pop as tears began to appear in the
fabric. Claire hardly paid it any attention.

The gushing essence wasn't fast enough for her. In
annoyance, she grew twiggy branches down the pipe
and pulled, sucking the essence in faster. Her body
swelled larger. She pulled again, then again. The
essence was easy to incorporate into the structure
of her curse now. It was almost meek in how it took
its place. Claire smirked. She was only a hedge witch,
but she was beating the crazy bitch. She reached down
the pipe for more. She was gonna take it all.

There was more essence coming down the pipe than Claire
thought the old witch had to give. It didn't matter.
She wasn't going to be overwhelmed. Her new concept
nodes were filling up, but she wasn't worried. She
already had an idea for the next one. She had been
feeling guilty about making her coworkers kiss her
boots because she didn't want to be an entitled bitch,
but her housemates had helped her understand something
about herself. People didn't mind if Claire was a bit
of a bitch. They liked it when she was assertive.
They liked it when she told them what to do and took
what she wanted. Gluttony was a central part of
fatness, so it was easy for Claire to add a new
bulb to her fatness pillar centered around greed.
Claire was already an ambitious girl, so it wasn't
a change to her core personality, but more a shift
in perspective. She had always wanted more, now
she was going to take it.

The new node provided plenty of space, but she
felt like she was on a roll, so she turned to her
"cow" pillar. So far, most of the modifications
to it had centered around the physical: her
breasts and milk. She now wanted to explore
the way "cow" was used as an insult. It was
similar to "bitch," but there was a different,
decidedly sexual cast to it. It was the kind of
thing a girl would call another girl, especially
a bustier one, who was flaunting her body. There
was an implicit admission of jealousy in the insult
that Claire teased out. A "cow" was a girl who made
other girls feel inadequate and resentful. She
imagined a girl muttering the slur under her breath
as her crush ogled a more voluptuous, more mature,
more feminine girl. She focused on the way the
girl in her mind's eye was merely muttering the
insult, too afraid to really say it out loud, made
meek by the bustier girl's presence. Claire
thought that meekness was an appropriate reaction
to seeing her bust. She let the new concept node
fill, focusing on the way her fat tits would crush
the will of anyone who resented her, putting all
her haters in their place, forcing them to acknowledge
Claire's inherent superiority.

She reached down the pipe and pulled. The essence just
kept coming, but she kept pulling. It was far
more than one person should have, but that didn't
phase Claire. Her curse could take it. She could
take it. Her pants were shredded. Her top had split down
the sides and was no longer covering her nipples.
She kept gobbling down the essence. Eventually, it
began to thin, but Claire didn't relent. She wanted
to be able to buy clothes knowing she didn't have any
unexpected growth spurts in her future. She wanted
every drop. She reached out again and again, pulling
hard and harder on the thin strand of essence until
something gave. The essence wasn't quite free so she
pulled again and a half dozen little releases made
the essence go slack. She pulled again there were
another half dozen releases of tension. One more tug
and it went slack. She reeled it in steadily.

The reason for all the extra essence became clear when
she got to the end of the line. A dozen glowing souls
were attached to the essence strand. The old witch
must have found some people to do a ritual with her.
She had been feeding their essence into Claire along
with her own. Claire had no idea how the old biddy had
escaped from the prison ward and convinced so many people
to help her with such a dangerous ritual, but she didn't
care. All of them had participated in a magical attack
on her, and what she had done to them was a clear cut
case of self defense. It was impossible for reversing
a curse to be anything but self defense. Claire had no
sympathy for the people she had just killed. She stuffed
their souls into the body of her curse, feeling herself
jolt up in size as the concentrated power fed into her.
Only once they were tucked away inside her curse did
Claire pinch off the pipe. There was no longer any
aperture through which new energy could be added to
her curse.

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

Blake's pulse began to race when he heard the loud click
of heels echoing through the hall. The last time he had
seen Claire, he had been kissing her boots in response to
her drunken demand. It had been four days since then,
the last two of which she had called in sick.
He hadn't stopped thinking about her since.

When she rounded the corner, he was shocked by her size.
She seemed to have grown by two feet. It was an enormous
difference. Before, she was a large woman, but was still
within the range of ordinary sizes. Now she was larger
than life. She was taller than the tallest basketball
players, and seemed like she would have been even without
the 8 inch black pumps she was wearing. She seemed
even larger than her height alone would imply due
to the enormous curves that filled out the tight pencil
skirt and crisp white button down blouse she wore.
He had no idea how much she weighed, but it had to be
a lot.

Her outfit was much more professional than anything she
had worn into the office so far, though that didn't
mean it wasn't every bit as sexy. The only real
sign of her old style was the way her blouse was
cut with a high enough hem that her tight waist
was on full display up a few inches past her navel.
It had to be that way in order to allow her piercing
to vent mana.

"Hey boys!" Claire waved at them, "so sweet of you
to get up to greet me!" It was only after she mentioned
it that Blake realized that he, along with everyone else,
was on his feet. "Well come on then, I showed you how to
say greet me last time, didn't I?"

Blake was confused for a moment, but then Neil dropped
to all fours and began crawling towards Claire's feet.
As soon as he did, everyone, Blake included, followed
suite. When Neil finished kissing her shoe he got up,
keeping his eyes downcast, "Good morning, Miss Huang.
Thank you for allowing me to greet you." Following his
lead, all the other guys repeated the same phrase
once they finished.

"Awww, that's so sweet you guys," Claire said. "Now,
help me out, I'm feeling pretty full." She began to
unbutton her blouse. As soon as the first glimpse
of her cleavage came into view, the entire crowd
of guys fell into an awed silence, unable to
look anywhere else. The difference between Claire's
breasts before her growth spurt and afterwards was
the difference between the first light of dawn
and high noon. The perfection of her bosom had
a crushing physicality to it now. The sight of
it overwhelmed and dominated. Even the barest
glimpse of it was enough to press down on them
with the full weight of heaven, but with every
button she popped her cleavage only got more
domineering.

When she finished unbuttoning her blouse and
her nipples came into full view



// Claire comes back into the office at 7'10"





// One of the programmers girlfriend's breaks up with him
// over his obsession with Claire. She doesn't like that
// he's friends with her on her private Instagram account.

// Claire puts the boys in a bra of holding for a flight
// to the main office for a two week summit so they can
// explain their successful system to another team working
// on internal tooling.

// Claire explains her system, her team tells the other team
// about her condition.

// They stay at a single large airbnb that they all rent together,
// which is cheaper than a hotel. It is super nice and has a
// hot tub. She hangs out with them in the hot tub and explains
// about how the witch is pushing more essence into her curse.




// She hires a UX researcher

