
Gordon Noel felt himself growing hard fifteen minutes
before the meeting began. His new CTO, Anne Hall, had
asked him to make some time to chat about some accommodations
for her condition, and from the moment he had seen the
message she sent him about it, he had been struggling to
think about anything else. Now, the moment was approaching,
and his cock throbbed in anticipation of her impending appearance.
He wondered what she would ask for. They had already accommodated
her in lots of ways, but Gordon was eager to say yes to whatever
she planned to ask for. Gordon loved making Anne happy. Everyone
did.

They had already ordered a special chair wide enough to fit her
massive ass. After she had asked for that back when she was just
the VP of Engineering, Gordon himself had suggested
putting an Anne sized chair in all the conference rooms, even if it
meant that they would have to take out a few normal sized ones. They
could have saved some room by going with a smaller chair, but Gordon
wanted to get the big expensive one that she had requested for her
office for each room. Anne deserved the best, no matter where she was.
She had seemed really touched by the gesture, and the way she had
smiled at him and told he how sweet he was alone made the expense
worth it. Now, the chairs served as reminder of Anne's presence
for everyone in the company. Of course, they weren't just a reminder
of her presence, they were a reminder of her massive perfect ass.
Every time anyone had a meeting, the specter of the CTO's enormous
bubble butt was in the room with them. Who could fail to be reminded
of the muscular booty that loomed at nearly head height for most people
as Anne strutted around in the aggressive stilettos she always wore.

A big woman like Anne needed a big office, so Gordon had given up
his own office for her to move into. She'd told him he was
such a kind man when he made the offer, and Gordon had been
high on the crumb of praise for the rest of the day. She hadn't grown
by much since Gordon offered up his office to her, but he was already
thinking about getting it enlarged for her.

Shortly after Anne had gotten the shimmer and started growing,
she had complained her her boss at the time, Jose Torres,
about how she was growing out of her whole wardrobe and
nothing fit anymore. Jose had suggested that the company treat
her situation as a medical condition and accommodate it by
paying for her clothes. Back then, Anne had been a lot more
hesitant about accepting accommodations, but Jose had convinced
her that it was fine. Gordon was honestly rather jealous of the
man for having been positioned to do so. Now, Anne used the
perk freely, expensing tens of thousands of dollars worth of
clothes each month. She had completely transformed from the
frumpy, overweight woman she had been before the shimmer,
becoming much more fashionable. She probably would have
been spending even more if there weren't a dozen designers
willing to work for her for free. Her biggest expense was
the extremely expensive bras that she had to buy in order to
handle her beach ball sized breasts. The things were engineering
marvels, and cost the company a few hundred dollars each.
Since she was constantly outgrowing them, and ordered a dozen
new bras in her size each time she outgrew a new one, the
bill was quite high.

You could tell that Anne was a classy lady just by looking
at her, so when Gordon had seen his growing VP of Engineering
take out a massive home-packed lunch in a grocery store paper
bag, he had immediately felt like it didn't fit in with her
image. Anne deserved to be taken care of and pampered by
everyone around her. She shouldn't have to pack her own
lunch. Unfortunately, before he could suggest a solution to
the problem, his CFO, Holly Barns, had beaten him to the
punch. She had suggested hiring a private chef for Anne
to supply her with unique meals every day. Not wanting to
be outdone, Gordon had upped the ante to suggesting a
staff of chefs. By that point, Anne had gotten used to
graciously accepting it when people were nice to her,
so she had just given them a heart melting smile
and told them she had just the team in mind. The next
day, a three Michelin star restaurant had closed up
shop and the staff had become Anne's personal chefs. They had agreed
to work for the company surprisingly cheaply, apparently
just happy to be able to serve the gorgeous CTO. Gordon
could understand that. He was actually a bit jealous of them.

After that, the rest of the C-suite seemed to feel left out
and wanted to get in on the action. Mark Harding, the COO,
had suggested accommodating Anne's need for extra time
to grow into her new role by hiring a housekeeper for
her. They all knew she had just bought a massive new
house, using the huge bonus she had gotten as the down
payment. After that, it was open season on suggestions
for hiring servants for Anne on company dime. She had
a driver and a gardener, and the same team of chefs that
served her at work had all moved into bunk beds in one
of her many spare bedrooms so they could cook for her
at home as well.

When it was time, Gordon got up, adjusted his dick to
tuck it under his waistband, and hurriedly walked over
to Anne's office, his old office. He knocked on the
door respectfully. He could hear the rapid-fire clatter
of Anne's mechanical keyboard as she typed something up.
He wondered if she was programming or responding to
email. Few CTOs at companies their size, or even at
companies a tenth their size, would still program, but Anne did.
It was a recent development. She had been in middle
management for 20 years when she got the shimmer and
hadn't written a line of code the whole time, but apparently
it wasn't just her bust line and hips that had expanded
since she got the disease. Her intellect had grown by
leaps and bounds until she was terrifyingly smart. She
had personally written the core of their revolutionary
new data encoding scheme that would allow their drones
to operate at nearly double the range for the same power.
The company's most senior engineers struggled to understand
it, but they all told Gordon that Anne was a genius to
have been able to come up with it.

She wasn't just a superstar programmer. She had started off
her career as a software engineer and then spent most of it
(poorly) managing software teams, but that hadn't stopped her
from diving into all other aspects of their business. Gordon
had seen her destroy the electronics design of their
latest generation of drones in a single design review session
and lay out the groundwork for a new system that did things
twice as well for half the price. The entire engineering
staff worshipped her, and probably would have done so even
if they weren't jerking off to her every night.

Gordon shifted nervously back and forth. If anyone else in
the company made him wait like this, he would be pissed,
but for Anne, of course it was different. Being made to
wait outside Anne's door he just hoped she wasn't mad
at him for some reason. The longer he waited, the more
his cock throbbed. Forcing him to wait like this was
an obvious power move. It was a far cry from the way
Anne behaved before the shimmer. Gordon hadn't really
known her then, but from what he had heard, she had
been desperate to be liked to the point that she never
held her team accountable. Now, everyone loved her,
was in love with her really, and she made no move to
accommodate anyone else. You accommodated Anne. Anne
did not accommodate you. Anything else would have been
absurd.

After ten minutes of waiting, Anne finally stopped typing,
"come in."

Gordon gulped, his nerves on edge. He was completely floored
when he opened the door. The most beautiful woman he had
ever seen sat behind the massive desk that replaced his.
Despite the fact that Gordon knew she was 59 years old,
she looked no older than a woman in her early 20s. Her
skin was utterly flawless, so perfect that it didn't seem
possible for a real woman to look that good. Her facial
features were similarly refined to a nearly supernatural
degree. No other woman could compare with her beauty.
Gordon had seen other plenty of other shimmer girls,
each prettier than any ordinary woman. Anne made them
all look homely.

Normally, Anne didn't exactly dress conservatively,
but her attire could generally be considered fairly professional.
Of course, she still looked like a sex goddess, but she would
look that way no matter what she wore. Today, she had chosen
something different. Her enormous boobs were spilling out of
the top of a little black dress cut low enough that her twin
mounds of peaches and cream flesh were entirely exposed above
the nipple. It was sleeveless, leaving her toned arms bare,
and letting the thick tumble of her fiery red hair spill down
over her flawless shoulders. Her hair shimmered and glowed,
the tell tail sign of her condition. Gordon had seen other
shimmer women before, but none of their hair looked like that.
Their hair only seemed to glow, Anne's actually did. It had
been faint when he had seen her before the long weekend, but now
it was much more obvious. Her long lashes sparkled and
glowed through the same phenomenon. The whole effect was
to make her look like some fairy queen.

When she stood up, Gordon could see how the dress hugged her
comparatively tiny waist before flaring out to her massive
hips. A long skirt clung to her powerful legs, which flashed
through a slit that went nearly up to her hip.
She towered over him. Last he heard, in her bare feet
she was 7'4", but her massive platform heels were easily high
enough to put her over eight feet. She looked taller than
that. She was probably over eight feet tall without the
heels. With them, she was kissing nine. As she strutted
over to him, he realized his face was level with her
crotch. He was like a child in front of her
She dominated the space, despite the size of her office.

"Gordon! Thanks for coming!" she stopped in front of him and
and bent down to wrap him in a hug. He wasn't sure if she did it intentionally,
but the angle she came in at shoved his face directly into her
hot cleavage. His mind was overwhelmed by the contact. He had
gotten so wound up first by the meeting invitation, then by
the way she made him wait outside her door, knowing the
whole time that she was just a room away. Now, the sight of
her in that dress followed by getting his head shoved deep
into a bosom as large as his torso was too much. His train
of consciousness was interrupted and he stiffened, then
sagged against her. When she drew back, he could feel
a spreading wetness at his crotch. She seemed to have noticed
immediately, because she smirked, "go clean yourself up, then
come back here."

"S-s-sorry," he stammered, fleeing to the bathroom.

When he returned, Anne was typing away at her computer once
again. He waited respectfully for her to finish, his dick
hard despite his recent orgasm. As he watched her, he ached with
love. In high school, Gordon had had a crush on the hottest girl in
school, Mia Lombardi. She had been pretty and popular and far, far
out of his league. Nevertheless, he had spent hours and hours pining
after her, loving her with all of his angsty teenage heart. Now,
watching his CTO type away, he was filled with a similar sense
of impossible yearning, only multiplied ten thousand fold. It was
the most intense emotion he had felt in his life.

He would have happily watched her type away forever, but she broke
off after a while. Giving him a smirk, she said, "try to control
yourself Gordon, really I expect a little more professionalism
out of you."

"S-s-sorry, ma'am," he stammered, deeply ashamed to have disappointed
the amazonian redhead. Everyone called Anne "ma'am" these days. She
seemed to like it, and once you met Anne, making her happy became
your top priority.

"Mmmm, well, I suppose you can't help it," she said absently.
"I wanted to talk to you about an accommodation that I think
will be able to help me deal with my condition better."

Gordon nodded eagerly, the desperation to please evident on
his face, "of course, anything we can do."

She looked back at him coolly, "yes, well, don't worry, it
isn't anything major. I just popped my shimmer cherry this
weekend, so my body's going through some changes."

Gordon felt a wave of intense disappointment wash through him.
Of course he knew a woman like Anne wouldn't have considered him
for something like that, but it was still bitterly disappointing
to realize the opportunity was gone forever, "O-oh, umm, that's
ummm, I thought-"

"You thought I wasn't gonna do that?" she chuckled. "Yeah, that's
what I thought as well." Anne was asexual, at least she had been
before the shimmer. Now, not so much. Most shimmer women were
overwhelmed with lust as soon as they got the condition. They
just got hornier and hornier the longer it went on, and they
only stopped getting more turned on once they had sex. The
thing was, they had no off switch. They would just stay horny
forever. The longer they waited the worse it would be. Anne was
different. For the first month of the shimmer, she hadn't noticed
any differences. She had all the other symptoms, but the heightened
arousal just wasn't there. She got bigger and more voluptuous,
her pheromones went into overdrive, and she even got smarter.
She was lucky about that last one. Shimmer women all got sexier,
but it was based on their own views of what that meant. Some women
turned into complete bimbos, shedding IQ points as they packed
on the cup sizes. Anne was one of the ones who got smarter and
stronger as opposed to weak and dumb.

"So, umm, what changed?"

"The last month or so I've been noticing the heightened arousal.
It was slow at first, hardly there at all. I think my sexuality
has developed even if it took a massive dose of shimmer.
I first started noticing it when people are nice to me. I'm
not sure, but I think it latched on to the main positive
feelings I was having when I first got the shimmer. Everyone
started being much nicer all of a sudden, and at the time
that was the main thing I was excited about. It felt amazing.
My best guess is that the shimmer latched onto that feeling
and amplified it, made me want more and more, and people
just kept giving it to me. Did you know pheromones work
differently for different shimmer women? Mine make everyone
nice to me. They make people pamper me, and I love it.
At first, it bothered me that people would sacrifice so
much for my comfort, but the shimmer doesn't want negative
emotions, just positive ones. Now I don't care. If people
want to pamper me, I let them. They love it. I love it.
Why stop it?" She chuckled, "you probably know that better
than most. I mean you gave up your office for me, took a
pay cut so you could give me a raise, gave me all those
stock options even though it will make you look worse
as a CEO. You don't mind though, do you?"

"No ma'am!"

She chuckled, "of course you don't. Anyway, at first, I just
loved it for its own sake. I love getting spoiled rotten,
even when it leaves the people doing the spoiling worse
off, maybe even especially then. The more someone sacrifices
for me, the more meaningful it is, you know?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

She smirked at him, "here, why don't we have an example to
illustrate the point." She suddenly leaned back and plunked
her feet up on the desk. Her legs were so long that they
dangled off the edge, intruding into Gordon's personal
space. He looked down at the five inch platforms hovering
in front of his chest. A lace of thin black straps secured
them on her feet. Anne's perfectly manicured nails
sparkled and glowed the same way her hair did. She never wore
any nail polish since none of it could look better than
her natural nails. Her pale skin was perfectly smooth and
clear. Her feet even smelled nice. The long black spikes
of her heels hovered a few inches away from Gordon's chest.
There was something menacing about them.

"Do you want to lick these clean? Be honest, don't tell me
what you want to hear."

He looked at the soles of her shoes. They were pretty clean,
but there was a bit of grime on them. "N-no?"

"Gordon, with conviction," there was a note of warning in
her voice, like a displeased kindergarten teacher.

"S-sorry ma'am, no, I don't want to."

"Good boy," she purred, "I want you to though. I don't care
that much, but it would make me a little more comfortable."

"May I?" his eyes gleamed with eagerness.

Anne's could feel herself getting wet. Gordon used to be such
a dignified, powerful man. Now he was begging her to lick
the soles of her shoes just because it would make her a little
more comfortable. "Sure, knock yourself out,"

"T-thank you, ma'am," he seemed on the verge of tears. He
eagerly got to work.

She looked at him with amusement. He was still so eager to please
while she was explaining how she took advantage of him, of everyone.
Her nipples dented her dress. "The shimmer really wants me horny
though, and after a while it got there. I discovered a new type
of pleasure. Sexual pleasure. At first, it was just a whisper, but
it grew more and more pronounced, and always when people were
pampering me."

"Now, I would estimate that my sex drive is about five times higher
than a normal woman's. It's quite a lot, but compared to your
average shimmer girl, I'm still basically asexual. I could feel
that changing though. I was getting hornier faster and faster. It
was an exponential curve, so I realized I had to stop it before
it got out of hand. Over the weekend I rounded up about a thousand
juicy hunks and ravaged them all."

Gordon kept diligently licking.

Anne smirked at him, "you know how they say shimmer girls who get
gangbanged to pop their shimmer cherry are the hottest ones?
I figured I would test out the theory. I have to say, I think
there's something to it. I've grown 11 inches since Saturday.
It gave me this huge growth spurt, and I can tell it's still
not over. Not even close. You can speak up if you have something
to say by the way,"

"Wow, so do we need to get some bigger chairs? Look for an office
with higher ceilings?"

Anne chuckled and looked up at the soaring 20 foot ceilings,
"We're probably safe on the ceilings for now. We might need some
bigger doors though."

"O-of course ma'am. I-I'll get right on it," he went back to licking.

Anne's pussy tingled at his servile attitude. Everyone was like
this around her. It was awesome. "I was actually hoping to talk
to you about something else though."

"Oh?"

"You know that after we pop our cherries us shimmer girls go
through a change right? We stop getting hornier, but we start
lactating."

Gordon's breath hitched and he stared at Anne's breasts. They
were so massive. Bigger than beach balls. When she worked
they spilled out onto the desk in front of her, taking up more space than
he would have if he was sitting there. It was why she used
a split keyboard. Now he realized they were brimming with milk.
A yearning so intense he almost cried rose up from within him.
He remembered himself after a while and returned to licking.

"As you can see, I'm a pretty big girl, and well, you've probably
heard about the mental block we shimmer girls have."

Gordon kept licking.

"That's right, no pumps. We only let down when someone sucks,
and if our boobs aren't drained regularly, they swell up, and
the more the pressure builds..."

She let the silence stretch out, broken only by the sound of her
boss's tongue on the souls of her shoes.

"...the hornier we get. Before long it'll be hard to concentrate.
I'm better off than other shimmer girls, but it's still annoying.
Honestly, I can handle it. I'm lucky that my vision of a sexy woman
is a strong, intelligent, strong willed one. I have plenty of
will power, more than enough to handle how horny I get when my
boobs get swollen. It's annoying though, uncomfortable. You don't
want me to be uncomfortable, do you Gordon?"

"N-n-no, ma'am."

She smirked, "of course you don't, so I think you should accommodate
my condition by letting me nurse people at work. Does that sound
like a good new rule?"

He looked up from her shoes, "y-yes, ma'am."

"I thought you might agree. There is one thing though. Shimmer milk
is just like shimmer pheromones, only, well, a lot more so. For
most shimmer girls, it's just, like this super aphrodisiac, but
my pheromones are a little different than normal. They make people
horny for me, obviously, but more than that they make people want
to be nice to, want to pamper me, to spoil me. You know what I
mean, don't you?" He didn't look up from his task, and she chuckled,
"of course you do."

She leaned back and pulled back her hair, settling the whole thick,
glowing mass behind her shoulders, "my milk is just like that, only,
well, more so." She chuckled, "a lot more so. I had the chance to
experiment a little over the weekend. My pheromones influence
everyone around me, but it's just that, an influence. After a while
it will go away. People will move on. My milk is different. It's
more of a realignment. Once someone drinks my milk they won't be
able to get it up without thinking about me. That urge to pamper
me? That will be their whole world, and it won't go away. I'll
become their life purpose. They'll work harder than they ever
thought possible. They'll overcome their limits, become the best
version of themselves, all for me, all for the chance to make me
just a tiny, infinitesimal bit more comfortable. Objectively,
pretty fucked up, isn't it?" She laughed, "I don't care though.
I know that's the shimmer talking, but it's still true."

"Now, here's the thing. My boobs are huge," she hefted her
bosom, lifting it up and letting it drop back down where
it jiggled and quaked hypnotically, taking seconds to
come fully to rest. "They hold a lot of milk," she chuckled,
"we're talking double digit gallons. I probably have some
cows beat."

Gordon knew she had a point she was working towards, but
he didn't know what it was. He decided the best thing
would be to just keep licking. She had told him it would
make him more comfortable, so it was the safest course
of action.

"You know what that means? It means one person suckling from
me barely takes the edge off. If someone lets me nurse them,
they'll be dedicating themselves to me forever, accepting
me as their eternal goddess, and it won't even really take
the edge off. They'll be doing it to make me more comfortable,
but it won't even really do that," she was turning herself
on. Her pussy was slick and burning with heat. Her nipples
were rock hard against the thin fabric of her dress.

She swung her legs down, then walked around her desk, looming
over him. He could feel her body heat radiating into him.
"Now Gordon, you want to make me a little more comfortable?
Just a little bit? Hardly enough to notice?"

"P-p-please," he begged.

She gave him a heart melting smile. Gordon Noel felt like the
luckiest man alive. His goddess slid her hands up her flanks,
sliding them over her massive udders. She mashed her breasts
together, savoring the moment, "well if you ask so nicely."

He was nearly whimpering with desire. She hooked her fingers
into the top of her dress and began to pull it slowly down.
It was tight enough that it took some force, but then suddenly
her bosom bounced free, bursting from the tight black
fabric like a powerful beast shaking off its handlers.
Her boobs seemed to suck up all the space in the room,
shoving everything else out of Gordon's mind. He felt himself
falling into her cleavage. Her shot-glass sized nipples
drew the eye, their every shiver and bounce hypnotic.
Gordon spasmed. It was too much for him. The sight of Anne's
perfect boobs overwhelmed his mind, flattening it. They
exuded an aura of such dominance and power, he felt like
nothing before them, like an ant in front of an elephant.
The owner of breasts that perfect could only he a higher
being. Anne was an angel, no, angels weren't even qualified
to kiss her feet.

Anne watched her boss helplessly cum in his pants for the second
time. The poor thing just couldn't help himself.
"I'm really full Gordon. This probably won't even do anything,"
she grinned, "but it might. You want to become my slave forever
for the chance to make me a little more comfortable?"

Tears streamed down his face, "p-please, please, I'll do anything,
just let me help you, I'm sorry your breasts are uncomfortably
full," he was genuinely distraught at the prospect of her discomfort,
"it's horrible, it's the worst- I- I- I- I can't even describe how
horrible it is that you're even a little uncomfortable. I'd do
anything. I'd give my life, I will dedicate my life to making it
better, even if it is only a little bit!"

Anne giggled at his outburst, "well, aren't you an eager one.
I guess I won't stop you. If you insist." She bent down and
fit his mouth around a thick nipple. It expanded even further
in his mouth, stretching out his jaw uncomfortably. She
straightened back up and Gordon was dragged with her. He
had to go up on his tip-toes, but she kept going and he
was forced to grab hold of her boob to relieve the strain
on his neck. His hands sank into her soft flesh, getting
swallowed up by her breast as he strained to remain
attached to her. He had no idea
how her breast was that strong, that perky despite his weight.
It was intensely uncomfortable, but Gordon welcomed it. He
wouldn't want Anne to have to bend over too much for him.
He only hoped his grip wasn't hurting her, but thankfully
she didn't seem to mind his weight. Of course she wouldn't.
Anne was a lot stronger than she looked, and she looked
pretty strong. Hot cream gushed out of her nipple, flowing
straight down into his stomach. He couldn't believe the speed of it.
His stomach was filling up so fast. Almost as soon as it
started, he was uncomfortably full. Anne kept her milk flowing.
It became painful for Gordon, and still it flowed. When he
thought he would burst, the flow tapered off and his mouth
slid off her nipple with a soft popping noise. He fell to
the ground bonelessly, and would have collapsed if she
didn't grab him by the back of the head, holding him
up by his hair.

"T-t-thank you, m-ma'am," he managed, looking up at her
in awe. The effects of the milk were already washing over
him. She glowed with divine splendor. Compared with how
he felt about her now, he had hardly cared for her at all
a moment ago, and he could tell that this was just the
beginning of what the milk was doing to him.

"Mmmm, I think goddess would be more appropriate now,
don't you?" She pulled her skirt aside, widening the
slit enough to reveal her bare pussy. Gordon felt like
a water balloon about to burst, but the sight of his
CTO's divine pussy made him forget the pain. It was
hairless and smooth in the manner of shimmer women,
invitingly pink and glistening in front of his face.
"Now, do your goddess a favor and lick," she commanded,
shoving his face into her pussy. With desperate energy,
he obeyed. Anne's thick thighs, each as big as his torso,
clamped down on either side of him with enough force
that he couldn't have escaped even if he wanted to. She
withdrew her hand and tugged her dress back into place,
settling it around her bosom and flipping the skirt
over to cover Gordon, hiding him completely.

"You're gonna remember this moment forever. This is
when your life starts. This is when you really understand
for the first time that everything is about me," her
voice was thick with passion, "you're fucking mine now
Gordon, no going back, no room for anything else." Her
hair began to glow brighter and brighter as she built
towards an orgasm. She pawed at her breasts, gasping
and moaning, until her hair began to flash in rapid
pulses as she came.

She released the grip she had on Gordon with her thighs
and he collapsed in a boneless heal on the ground,
"now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go nurse a
few dozen more people. You barely made a dent," she
said contemptuously.

Gordon began crying fat tears at the fact that he hadn't
been able to help his goddess. He was so wracked with
pain that he couldn't move, so he could only watch
as she strutted towards the door, her massive ass swaying
in the clingy dress. At the sight of it, he came again,
his overdrawn balls spasming dryly as they watched his
CTO walk away.

As she cleared the doorway she turned to look over her
shoulder, the pose displaying her bust in profile while
her ass continued to point to him, "oh, and Gordon? I'm
the CEO now. You're my assistant."

She disappeared and Gordon cried tears of joy. He was
so lucky that Anne Hall had allowed him to be
her assistant. He knew he would never be worthy, but
he would dedicate his whole heart and soul to the job.
