Build-A-Partner: Experimental Tech, Part 12

PART 12

Sabrina shivered when she felt the cold metal surface of the device on her fingers; despite it having been in Nick’s hands it still retained its near icy temperature, much to her amazement, and that was enough to jar her from her lustful stupor, even if only for a moment. As much as she didn’t want to admit it and despite trying her best not to linger on it, Sabrina could tell that her memories were starting to become a little… fuzzy. Gaps in logic were becoming more noticeable the more they handed the P.A.D. off and she was left questioning her own decisions, unsure of why she hadn’t used it to exploit her big-titted, youthened boss earlier. Right now in the moment it seemed like a no-brainer, but her increasingly hazy recollection of earlier events was telling her that Flo had been this hot ever since Sabrina accidentally rolled the clock back on her age. It was starting to make her head hurt.

It didn’t help that Nick was practically goading her on with that huge cock of his; he was kept blissfully unaware of the extent of the changes his life had taken since that morning, his mind too consumed with countless horny fantasies to get lost in the same existential hang-ups that his girlfriend was grappling with. Sabrina knew that rationally she should be more concerned about the alterations to her own brain and body that were assuredly beginning to stack up - Nick had even admitted to changing her face, something that she was surprised she had forgotten about - but it was difficult to even conceptualize those things when she had no way of truly understanding them.

Sabrina heard the sound of a zipper behind her and the pressure of a hot, meaty rod gliding up against her butt. She let out a soft, shuddering sigh, not having to actually see Nick’s cock for it to immediately pervade her thoughts.

“What’cha planning on doing?” He breathed into her ear, his voice low and dripping with desire.

“I-I don’t know yet…” She whispered while trying to keep her mind on track.

God, why did she have to make him so big? Even with the alluring distraction of Flo’s huge boobs and the renewed concern about the dangerous nature of the P.A.D., Sabrina still had to resist the urge to spin around, drop to her knees, and start slurping on Nick’s massive cock like a wanton cocksucker. She nibbled on her soft bottom lip as she imagined how good it would feel to stuff her face with his fat dick. Maybe Flo could get in on the action and wrap her big soft titties around his shaft while Sabrina sucked on his swollen-

She had to stop herself. Sabrina was literally panting with lust and Nick’s strong hands were roaming up her front, his fingers grazing over her apron where her stiff nipples were hiding. She was paralyzed with indecision as she watched her former boss shimmy her way around the store, giving the customers flirty smiles while flaunting the acre of cleavage she had on display. Sabrina caught Flo subtly tugging on the bottom of her polo to pull it further down and deepen her already dangerously inappropriate neckline, which had the desired effect of getting the businessmen on their lunch breaks to stuff more dollar bills into her tip jar.

The P.A.D. vibrated in Sabrina’s hand, causing her to jolt with surprise. It had targeted Flo a while ago thanks to Sabrina’s focus on the redhead, and her musings about the other girl’s liberal interpretation about the store’s dress code had been enough for the device to make a decision for her. She knew this was her fault for dawdling so long with conflicted emotions while holding a literal reality-warping machine, but she found it frustrating nonetheless. At least until she saw the results.

Flo’s apron vanished and the company-issued polo she was wearing began to shrink rapidly. Fabric disappeared from all sides, the hem receding up and exposing more and more of her taut tummy while the sleeves and collar withdrew towards her chest and shoulders. Sabrina finally got a good, nearly unhindered look at her coworker’s gorgeous breasts as the girl’s shirt morphed into a spaghetti-strap bikini top that retained the same seafoam green color to match the rest of her uniform’s scheme.

Was Flo wearing a size too small? The triangle-shaped cups were struggling to contain her tits, not the point where she’d get kicked out of a public pool but they were definitely exposing more of her underboob than a properly-fitted top should. It made sense; even with the new uniform standards Flo was trying to be as appealing as possible to garner as many tips as possible, and it was working. Sabrina pulled her eyes away from Flo’s chest long enough to notice that their customer base was almost entirely male at this point, and a lot of their orders were surprisingly simple coffees for a business that advertised elaborate specialty drinks. They just wanted an excuse to get an eyeful of Flo’s beautiful bouncing tits, and Sabrina couldn’t blame them.

She was so distracted by the auburn-haired hottie that it took her a moment to notice the feeling of Nick’s hands on her bare skin. Sabrina looked down and gasped, shocked to find her old uniform missing, instead wearing a similar bikini top… albeit a looser-fitting one. She couldn’t fill it out nearly as well as Flo did, the cups resting flat against her lacking bust and only helping to emphasize how boyish and rectangular her overall shape was. Apparently this was the new corporate-mandated attire, the formerly upper-middle priced cafe having shifted branding identities at some point to go full breastaurant.

“Aren’t you glad I got you this job?” Nick chuckled softly.

That wasn’t right, was it? They had met at the Bean Roasters, Sabrina didn’t know Nick before she started working there. But their history was becoming more involved, their relationship having existed before her employment there; in fact, she probably never would’ve been able to secure a job as a barista at a Bean Roasters if it wasn’t for her boyfriend’s position as a manager. There had been allegations about the company’s discriminatory hiring practices turning away men and less-endowed ladies for customer-facing roles, and Nick’s formerly ‘idiosyncratic’ hiring standards were now the norm for the business worldwide. They wanted pretty, busty girls working the counter and not flat-chested twigs like Sabrina. Even her kissable lips weren’t enough to get her a callback when she had put her application in, having taken Nick’s intervention to get the gig.

Sabrina was grateful for the eye candy but was unsure about how she felt now that she worked at a blatantly exploitative business. God did Flo look good in a bikini top, though. She rocked her hips back against Nick, grinding her butt into the underside of his cock as he continued to slide it up against her rough jeans. She could feel his precum dribbling down his shaft and soaking into the denim but felt less self-conscious about it when she noticed more than a few of their professional-looking customers were attempting - and failing - to hide their own half-chubs in their business slacks. Bean Roasters wasn’t exactly a strip club, but it was clear that the customers came for the tits first and the coffee second.

Literally, in Nick’s case.

“Unhh f-fuck!” He said with a throaty groan, all the dry-humping and over-the-clothes action sending him over the edge.

He sprayed generous ropes of his thick seed up Sabrina’s exposed back. Leering at the scantily clad girls under his employ always got him eager to bust; if he was happy to take advantage of his authority to fuel his horny obsessions before, he was almost giddy to do so now. Why else would a guy strive for a management role at an establishment like this? His weighty nuts clenched as he finished emptying them all over his girlfriend, and Sabrina gasped and cooed when the hot jizz hit her skin. Nick’s orgasm had snuck up on her but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise - like with all other things, she loved how big his loads were - the feeling of his sticky cum dribbling down to the small of her back only fueling her perversions further.

The store was quickly turning into an over-sexed den of debauchery and Sabrina knew that if she didn’t rein in her impulses then they would easily overtake her. It was too easy to let the P.A.D. tap into her desires and make them reality, the erotic thrill bordering on intoxicating given her new proclivities, and the rational reasoning parts of her brain were losing the fight.

She could feel Nick’s cock start to go soft and was reminded that there were plenty of other guys in the store; if they didn’t have dicks big enough for her tastes?

Sabrina could always make them bigger.