Office roll

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“Another late project and you didn’t even finish it before submission?! This is the last time you do something like this Mr. Owens, another screw up like this one, and you are out of here!” Your boss’ voice drills into your ear, reprimanding you for another failed task in your underpaid office life “Well boy? Got anything to say for yourself?” he sighs, leaning back into his chair, eyes burying into your soul as he waits for whatever it is you are going to say in defense of your record poor performance “If you’d pay me overtime I could stay here late an-” “Get out of my office”

You roll your eyes as you look back through the ordeal on your way to your cubicle. You’d like to curse out your boss, but you were pretty out of pocket too, overtime pay for something you should have finished? Even if the time he gave you to do so was unreasonable, it is what’s expected of wage slaves nowadays, so why would your boss grant you overtime to finish your work when he could just expect you to finish it for free and then reprimand you when you refuse to do so. Regardless, you’ve had enough of this soul-sucking job as you plop down into your worn office chair ready to start looking for a new one on office time like god would’ve wanted you to. You reach for the mouse ready to google on for a better wage prison when  you spot something to the side, it’s a shiny metallic dice, a 20 sided dice with a note next to it. Curious, you pick it up, brushing your fingers along the 20 smooth surfaces of the thing as you read the ominous paper left along with it “Brighten your day, make a wish and roll with it” somebody has to be fucking with you, who would even leave something like this here and after you nearly got the boot no less ‘What if…’ you can’t help but let the though in, who wouldn’t? Brighten your day up…what would brighten your day up? A better job? A nicer boss? “Rachel” the name slips from you unprovoked. Rachel, your girlfriend of 2 years, you love her and all, but your relationship hasn’t been all there in the last years, at least not for you. How would you fix that anyway, what would you wish for in your relationship? “I wish Rachel was a big titty goth girl” you pop out the first thing that resounds in your mind, nearly immediately rolling the dice as you say the magic words and see it land on a…10, is that any good? Well, it’s not like this thing works anyway.

You start laughing at your wish, as if a so-called magical dice existed. Even if it did, you’d have wasted it on such a pervy thing “I’m an idiot” you cackle out loud, theoretical infinite power, and you wasted it on fetishizing your girlfriend. It’s a disgustingly pervy wish, but hey, it’s your perverted wish, not like the dice is rea- RING RING An incoming video call rings out from your phone from Rachel’s number “Hello?” you answer while resting the phone on your desk “Hey babe~ How’s work?” the familiar voice of your girlfriend picks up out of the phone’s view “The usual, got chewed out for something stupid, I am considering getting a job somewhere else. How’s your day going?” you ask as your gaze turns back towards your computer monitor “Aww I’m sorry to hear that. But, since I went shopping with the girls today, how about I brighten your day up~” Rachel purrs over the microphone, an uncharacteristically sensual tone in her voice, but you couldn’t care less as Rachel finally steps into view over the call, and what a different view it is. Black lipstick and mascara perfectly contrasting against smooth pale skin, her previously brown hair now raven black and tied into a high ponytail with long bangs that frame a much cuter face. More importantly, she’s dressed in nothing but an open hoodie that leaves in view the main draw of your wish; a pair of beautifully round tits, at least two sizes bigger than what Rachel should’ve had and barely held inside a pitch black bra that does wonders in contrasting with the milky white overflow of her new cleavage “Enjoying the eye candy?~” she teases your staring eyes, cupping her waist to shimmy her enhanced bust in place, freezing your view on the curvature of her boobs as they are juggled around the flimsy gothic lace she’s now accustomed to.

“Not like you haven’t seen these before” Rachel giggles, a playful smirk on her face as she zips her hoodie back up, completely oblivious to the metamorphosis undergone by her body. The change so drastic that your reaction is quite warranted, it might as well have been the first time you’ve seen her body in lingerie at all. But something bothers you, those tits, while amazing and a definite improvement over her previous mosquito bites, are not what you’d call “big” or at least not what you imagined when you wished for a “big titty goth girlfriend” you wanted to at least be able to sink your hole face in there dammit! “I rolled a 10…” you mutter, there had to be a reason for the dice being, well, a dice. It has 20 sides for a reason, if you could just roll over 10 then maybe you could fix the dice’s misunderstanding of what “big titty” means “I wish Rachel had some big tits, and I mean big with a capital B” you whisper for the magical trinket to understand your desire, a determined hand clutching around its edges as you shake and shake before the icosahedron slips from your palm.

Whatever Rachel was trying to tell you through the video call drowned by your anticipation as the thing clanks around your desk before finally settling down on one of its faces “20” you proclaim excitedly as it stops “What was that babe?” Rachel questions your outburst, drawing your attention back to her as she lifts the phone up, unknowingly giving you a better angle on what’s to come “No-nothing, just browsing some stuff” you quickly deflect, eyes focused on her top as the results of your roll start to come into fruition; the fabric of her hoodie starting to strain against a growing pressure that wasn’t there a moment ago. Her back arches a bit, unconsciously adjusted to support what’s to come as her chest starts to rise under her top, melons heaving out bit by bit as tissue magically flows into them “So when do you fini-mmmm~ Sorry, I think I bought this thing a size to small” Rachel complains after a moan escapes from her lips, your cock hardening a bit as her hand comes up to softly prod at the rounder forms pushing against her clothes “Anyways, when are you coming home ooooh~!” she moans mid-question, unknowingly giving your heating crotch quite a show as her hand roams over her boobs, fingers sinking into her flesh as they balloon around them, the modest outline of her chest now obscenely pushing against the hoodie; forming a tent as it struggles to hold onto the weight of her basketballs sized tits, accommodating as much boob as it can into its limit space and making for a great view of her soft tummy as the article is lifted during its struggle. 

“Ryan? You seem distracted” she gives you a smug look while angling the phone over her tits just at the right time to capture the last moments of her zipper. The poor thing bulging and violently deforming under the heft of her enlarging bust, you salute its honor and final battle as it finally gives under a final growth spurt; the black chain bursting open to reveal a valley of milky cleavage that seems to extend for miles beyond her chest, formed by the best set of tits your eyes have ever landed on, they look huge and heavy yet with an undeniable softness and jiggle that Rachel so easily demonstrates by playfully bouncing for you “Something wrong? I would not want to slow down your work baby” she giggles, her bra fighting a loosing battle as her nipples poke through the thin material during the ball aching display  “So, coming home soon?” she tilts her head aside, pouting a bit as her teeth sink into her pitch black lips while awaiting your response, boobs still recoiling from her earlier moves.

“Hell yeah I a-” you are swiftly shut down by an incoming call, from your boss “Shit…sorry babe I gotta go, boss is calling me again” you mentally curse as you are obligated to hang up on your pimped up girlfriend “Hello?” you tentatively answer, fully aware of what is about to fill in your ears “Mr. Owens, I need you back in my office, now!” your boss’ demanding voice comes perfectly through the speaker before the call is hung up, much to your annoyance ‘Might as well get another shouting session before I leave this hellhole’ but why should you? You literally have a reality bending trinket in your hands “I wish my boss would appreciate me…you know what? I wish he would give me a raise too” you roll, flinging the dice as you leave the cubicle satisfied with the bold 20 facing up on your desk.

“Must be my lucky day” you grin as you make the journey to your boss’ office once again. Each step more confident than the last, you must be feeling quite good with your double 20s, or maybe it’s the fat that’s flowing into your lower body, forming a cushiony ass that forces a sexier gait on your womanly hips, bouncing it around to satisfy your co-workers “visual needs” as your boss liked to put it. Maybe it’s the tight jeans you put on this morning; they just bring out your fat ass in such a lovely way “Mmmgh!~” you can’t help but let out a whimper as your thighs surge into plump goodness, straining your now skinny jeans and crushing any remnants of a manhood, not like you’d notice as your mind drifts to an uncomfortable tightness behind your blouse; your previously flat chest now flooded with mammary tissue yearning for some air “Hmm could’ve sworn it fit this morning, well not like a little cleavage hurt anyone” you giggle as your fingers make swift work of your top’s buttons, allowing your lace bra to come into view and your melons to jiggle within its confines, the perfect centerpiece for all the office cuties to stare into.

“Finally here Owens” your boss scolds you, not like he means it with his eyes burying into your cleavage “Yes sir, what did you need? The usual?” you giggle softly; hands coming up to reflexively squish your boobs together, bulging out a soft swell that…oops. Engrossed in your usual seduction, you failed to account for the reality altering trinket messing with your proportions as another surge of fat causes your tits to burst out of your bra, hanging your huge udders bare under the flimsy barrier of your unbuttoned blouse and sending your ID badge barreling through the hallway floor “Sorry about that~” you giggle as you bend down to grab your badge, almost innately tying your now rich blonde hair into a ponytail per the usual use of the position.

“Don’t apologize Owens, in fact, stay right there. You’ve been quite the asset in the office and I think you’ve earned a promotion, if you so kindly comply of course” he chuckles, hands fiddling with his belt to free his meaty rod “I can accept those terms sir” you grin, wasting no time in wrapping your hands around him as you lead his cock between your lips in a slick motion, starting with a few practice bobs as it hardens in your mouth “Mmmmgh~” you moan around his girth, excited to comply as you sink into your office slut role.

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Yes, I have a goth girl addiction problem, no I will not be dealing with it. Hope you enjoyed the read : )

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