Build-A-Partner: Experimental Tech, Part 13

PART 13

“Can you mop up the mess you made?” Sabrina asked before glancing over her shoulder to look at the streaks of white that Nick had painted up her back.

He grabbed one of the rags they kept near the sinks and began to wipe his girlfriend clean, then knelt down to take care of the globs of jizz that had pooled on the tile floor. His soft cock flopped comically while he worked, slapping against his thighs and marking his pants with the dregs of his orgasm that still dripped down from its spent head. Sabrina wondered why he didn’t even bother to zip up his trousers but wasn’t going to complain about the view; Nick’s plump nuts were resting perfectly atop the elastic band of his boxers, his limp shaft draped over them and hanging down heavily. He was easily bigger soft than most guys were hard, but cumming twice in the span of an hour was enough to calm his absurdly needy erections. For now, at least.

He looked like he needed a break anyway, but Sabrina could see the visible disappointment in his face when she pointed back towards his office - formerly Flo’s, but the former manager was too busy shaking her tits for dollar bills like a stripper.

“Why don’t you take a minute and catch your breath? Drink some water, maybe change your pants?” It felt odd for Sabrina to order Nick around but she knew she held the authority in their relationship thanks to the attitude adjustment she had given him.

“And miss out on the fun? We haven’t even gotten hands-on with Flo yet.” Nick’s body might have been spent but he was still keen on seeing the erotic coupling of his girlfriend and his bustiest employee.

“You’ll get your chance, big boy,” Sabrina assured him with a hand on his flaccid dick, speaking between languid strokes. “You can join us when you can get hard again, okay?”

Nick’s implicit trust in his girlfriend curbed any further protests, but he was going to try his damnedest to recover as quickly as he could. She gave him a parting tug and a long kiss - he managed to draw it out by nibbling on her bottom lip just the way she liked - before he finally withdrew to the back of the building. He immediately opened the office computer’s web browser and began navigating to his porn sites of choice; Nick kept a few of his favorites bookmarked so he could pop open the tabs and crank one out during a slow day.

The thought of increasing Nick’s sexual stamina crossed Sabrina’s mind, and at first it was an appealing idea; if he was going to be her boyfriend then she might as well make sure he was a proper stud, right? But she had seen the extent of his enhanced libido first hand and part of her worried that if she altered his body chemistry any more he’d be stuck with a permanent hard-on and the inability to get anything productive done. The rippling effects of her reality-tampering might end up costing Nick his job - which in turn would cost Sabrina her job. It wasn’t worth the risk when she had a lobby full of other horny guys to sate her desires.

Desires that she had been neglecting for too long. It was easier to justify using the P.A.D. on random pervy dudes without dealing with the lingering guilt that came with repeatedly changing Nick; Sabrina felt a twinge of regret when she remembered what a nice, respectable boy he was before - then another rush of heat between her legs when she thought about the hung, horny boy he was now.

When she walked out behind the counter Sabrina could feel the Bean Roaster’s customers’ appraising stares on her skinny body, sizing her up like a piece of meat. None of the men were subtle about it, and why would they be? The appeal of this place was the scantily-clad women working there, and much to Sabrina’s frustration all of those men turned their attention back to her auburn-haired coworker almost immediately.

“Hey girl!” Flo called out in a chipper voice, clearly in a good mood from the way she bounced around the coffee station.

Sabrina could tell why, too - the tip jar was overflowing with bills.

“You looked like you needed help,” Sabrina said while taking Flo’s place at the register while the other girl prepared an order.

“Why? You and Nick all done with your little meeting?” She raised her eyebrows and gave Sabrina a knowing smile. “There are other guys in the store that need to be serviced, you know.”

“You’re damn right!” Called out the next customer in line, a burly older man wearing a grease-stained jumpsuit, his name tag identifying him as ‘Carl’. “You can learn a thing or two from sugartits over there.”

Flo beamed at the blatant objectification - he didn’t even bother to use her name, which wasn’t anything new - but Sabrina did her best to rein in her simmering jealousy before it turned into outright resentment. The busty barista sidled up next to Sabrina and slid a freshly brewed coffee across the counter to Carl, making sure to press her upper arms into either side of her boobs to draw the older man’s gaze directly towards her rack. As if anyone would look anywhere else - Sabrina thought it might’ve been a deliberate move to emphasize just how flat she was compared to… well, compared to pretty much anyone, but Flo in particular.

“Can I get you anything else?” Flo asked, batting her eyelashes for extra effect.

Sabrina already had the P.A.D. out, her own attention split between the device and her coworker’s cleavage. If Flo was already using her tits to make money, why not make it a part of her official duties at the store? The holo-display showed her ‘PROFESSION’, and Sabrina found the perfect role with ‘PAIZURI BARISTA’.

“Yeah, one more thing,” Carl grunted while he openly pawed at his crotch through his jumpsuit. “I gotta coupon here and I wanna use it to bust between those puppies.”
He reached out and stuffed a slip of paper between Flo’s boobs, and she fished it out to give it a look, then handed it off to Sabrina with a roll of her eyes and a small smile as if she was expecting this sort of thing. Sabrina read the crumpled ticket, which bore the same branding as all of the other Bean Roasters coupons she had seen before, except this one proudly proclaimed ‘FREE TITFUCK WITH EVERY LARGE LATTE PURCHASE!’ in large letters, with a cartoon pair of bikini-clad breasts floating next to a cup of coffee.

“I swear, Nick knew exactly what he was doing when he put the two of us on this shift together while that promo is running,” Flo scoffed, then playfully nudged Sabrina with her elbow and nodded towards the next customer. “Hey, maybe he’ll take you up on one?”

Sabrina could hear the barely contained snicker under Flo’s breath when she looked up and saw a pudgy, nervous-looking boy about her age shuffling up to the register now that Carl had stepped to the side. She reached back to adjust a wedgie and realized that their uniforms had changed again, her jeans replaced with bikini bottoms to match her top, their company’s logo emblazoned across her ass. The windows of the Bean Roaster’s were now tinted to keep the public shielded from the blatantly pornographic activities going on within; whereas before the establishment was just a little sleazy, now it was facilitating outright sex work. Sabrina wasn’t sure how the company’s legal team managed to get away with offering deals that advertised sexual favors but the P.A.D. had apparently done its job and smoothed all the details over - Flo and her customer had even walked over to an area adorned with comfy seats and cushions that hadn’t been there before, the perfect place for her to kneel down while Carl unzipped his jumpsuit from the bottom and fished around for his cock.

He let his dick flop through the open zipper and began to tug on it with his rough, calloused fingers until it stiffened and stood at attention. It wasn’t the longest but Sabrina licked her lips when she noticed how nice and thick it was, girthy enough to fill his large hand as he guided the head towards the under-cleavage that Flo was presenting to him. Her back was arched and her palms were pushing her boobs together to create a tight, fuckable valley for Carl to slide his cock into and the large man let out a low, rumbling groan as his dick disappeared between her perfect, soft tits. He pushed his hips forward until they touched her breasts then, with a hand on her shoulder for leverage, began to hump Flo’s chest in earnest. Quick, eager thrusts, his hips colliding with her boobs each time and causing them to wobble despite her best efforts at keeping them steady for his enjoyment.

“Fuck yesss…” Carl grunted out as he rolled his head back in pleasure.

Sabrina was so distracted by the wanton display that she had completely forgotten about the boy standing on the other side of the counter until he made a quiet noise to get her attention.

“Um…” He started, his gaze glued to the floor as if he were ashamed to be there. “Can I g-get a, uh… a large latte?”