Commission preview

This is the commission I am working on and should be done soonish (person wants to remain anonymous.)

Blueberry Sized Bimbo.

              Cathy smiles as she walked into the office.  Today was going to be another great day.

              “Hi Cathy.”  She smiles and waves at Andrew.

              “Why hello there.”

              “Hey there Cathy.  How are you doing today.”

              Cathy smirks as Heather walks by.

              “I am doing fine.  How about you?”

              Heather gives Cathy a toothy grin.  “I am doing great.  My kid scored a home run last night.”

              “Oh my god that is great.  Well happy Monday.”  She hummed as she walked though the corridors towards her desk.  “And what a wonderful Monday it is.  Hey Sasha.  How are—”

              “Fuck you Cathy.”

              “Huh?”

              Sasha snorted.  “You really don’t remember do you?”

              Cathy shugged.  “No not really.”  She grabbed Sasha’s cheek and shook it.  “Come on.  I am sure whatever it is that we can let bygones be bygones.  Now I do have a meeting early this morring.  It’s always nice chatting with you Sarah.”

              “Sasha.”  She crossed her arms.  “Are you intentially trying to act like a bimbo or is your head just screwed on wrong?”

              “What?  No.  Look I know you are new here but I am just bad with names.  I do want to get to know you.”  Sasha snorted.  “Please let me make it up to you okay.”  Cathy smiled.  “But I do have a meeting.  I will see you later.”

              As Cathy bounced away Sasha muttered under her breath.  “You made me look like a fool so I will make you look like one.  I hope you enjoy the little present I left for you on your desk bitch.”

              Cathy turned the corner and sat down at her desk.  “Aww.”  She picked up a small letter.  “I guess Sasha was just joking.  She really left me a letter saying just how much she cares.”  She held it against her chest.  “I knew she couldn’t hate me.  Nobody does.”  Cathy opend it and a strange light shot out.  “Huh?”  Cathy blinked her eyes.  “What in the world was that?”  She shugged.  “Ahh well.”

              She slowly examined the contents of her gift.  “Cathy.  It really hurt when you didn’t show up to my office party.  You seem to be the life of the office so when you didn’t show the others soon left.  Well now that you read this little gift I’m over it.  Enjoy your day.”

              Cathy blinked her eyes.  “Wait that party was. . .”  She tapped her fingers.  “Ugh I should really write these things down.”  She laughed.  “People keep telling me I should and I just never do.”  She spun around in her chair.  “I can be a tad boneheaded sometimes can’t I?”

              Andrew appeared at the opening of her cublical.  “What are you doing just sitting here?  We have a meeting remember?”

              “I. . .”  Cathy blinked her eyes.  “Oh ya.  I was talking about that with Sarah.”  She shook her head.  “I mean Sasha.  I swear I will get it eventually.  I know a Sarah and I keep mixing the names up.”

              “Well come on.  Mr. Peterson isn’t in the best mood.”  She jumped to her feet and followed after him.  “I heard he already cursed out Terry for just wearing the wrong tie.”

              “Shesh.  What a crabby start to the day.  How long is the meeting?”

              “An hour.”  Cathy gulped.  She didn’t want to be stuck in a room with her angry boss as he was just going to yell at her and her co-wokers.  But there wasn’t much of a way around it at this point.  As she followed Andrew she could feel a strange heat creeping though her body.  “Did they forget to turn on the air conditioning?”

              “What?  It’s pumping full power?”

              “Oh?”  She blushed involotiairly.  “I umm. . . nevermind.”  They walked into the meeting room and Cathy sat down at the far end of the table.

              “Okay is everyone finnaly here?”  Mr. Peterson snorted as he looked around the room.  “Good.  Now I want you all to know that things are not going well.  Not well at all.”

              Cathy took a deep breath.  “Why the hell am I so. . . so fucking hot?”  She resisted the urge to moan.  “Keep it together Cathy.  It’s just a little heat.  It’s nothing you can’t handle.

              Heather looked over at her.  “Umm Cathy you have a little something on your face.”

              “I do?”  She rubbed her nose.  “Did I get it?”

              Heather gulped.  “No.  I think you made it worse.”  She scooched away.  “You may want to see a doctor or something.  I have never seen anyone’s face turn so blue so fast.  Hurry before Mr. Peterson see’s and makes a scene.”

              “What are you talking about.  My face isn’t blue.”  Cathy took a deep breath as she could feel her nipples rubbing against her bra.  “Ughh.”  She closed her eyes.  “Why are they sensitive all of a sudden.  I. . . why do I want to touch them?  No.  I am better then this.”  She suddenly noticed Heather’s stare.  “Why are you staring at me?”

              “You are rubbing your breasts with blue fucking hands that is why!”  Heather stated it loud enough for everyone to hear as Cathy looked down.  “What is going on?”

              Cathy shook her head, pulling her hands away from her sensitive breats.  “Umm. . . I can explain?”  She suddenly moaned.  “Ugh fuck. . .”  Cathy slammed her hands on the desk, a strange warm suge flowing though her.  “Soo fucking hot.  So. . .”  She grabbed her thighs.  “Fuck. . . .”

              Suddenly the world around her grew.  Not by much but enough for her to realize things were growing out of control.  “No. No!”

              “Miss Iverson.”  Her boss crossed his arms.  “I suggest you get a hold of yourself right now.  This is a place of business.  Now stop this shrinking nonsense and don’t you try and squeeze your breasts again.  We have a meeting to conduct.”

              Her cheeks turned bright blue.  “You think I am trying to do this?”  She suddenly found herself on the table.  “I swear I am not.  You all. . .”  She moaned as she was unable to control herself, her hands slipping under her blouse and squeezing her breasts.  “Ohhh fuck!  Sooo goood.”  She squirmed as she shrank a little more, now half a foot smaller than she had been almost a miunte ago.

              “Miss Iverson!  Get down now!”

              Her hands dropped to her side.  “I am sorry.  I really didn’t mean to do that.”  She shrank again, this time much faster, almost an entire foot.  “Please believe me.”  She panted a little.  “Why am I doing this?”  She looked around the room, her co-wokers starting to blush.  “Stop.  No this isn’t supposed to be hot.”  She tried to turn around but her body decided otherwise.  “Ohh fuck. . .”  She moaned as she fell to her knees, her boobs swelling a few inches.  “Soo heavy.  Soo. . . soo. . .”

              Cathy licked her lips as she stood back up, still shrinking.  “God I am turning into such a slut.  I. . . I have to fucking stop this.  I have to. . . to fight.  Fight this Cathy.”  She moaned as her hands rubbed against her shrinking body.  “But so sensitive.”

              Her eyes widdend as her pants fell to the ground.  “Ahhhh!”  She tried to cover herself, her cheeks bright blue but a few moments later her panties fell down as well.  “Nooo!”  She watched as every grew bigger and bigger.  “Ughh for fucks sake.  This is soo. . . sooo. . . fucking. . . gawd.”

              Andrew took a deep breath as he looked away, clearly turned on.  “You umm. . . you sure you don’t need help?”

              “Yes! I mean no.”  Cathy held her hand over her mouth as her blouse slowly slid off her body and tired to control the tone of her voice.  “I mean I would lovvvve some help but I am not sure like how it would. . .”  She moaned as she felt something soft and liquidly press against her boobs.  “Ughhh. . .”  Her cheeks turned bright red.  “Soo sensitive. . .”  She moved her hips, trying to stay calm.  “Soo. . . I have to. . . why can’t I stay clam.  I am not a slut.”  Her blouse fell onto the table and now all that covered her blue body was her massive bra.  “My nipples feel so hard, so full.”

              Cathy fell onto the table, her body almost a foot tall.  She crawled forward, leaving her bra behind.  “I. . . I have to fight this.”  She moaned, blueberry juice starting to drip from her nipples and onto some documents beneath her.  “I am better than this.”  She grittet her teeth as she rubbed her right breast.  “But it feels so good.  I am a good blueberry.  Such a good blueberry.”  Andrew giggled.  “And every good blueberry. . . has to. . . has to. . .”

              She stood back up, throwing her tiny arms out wide.  “SWELL!”  Suddenly Cathy’s breasts swell almost an entire cupsize, blueberry juice squirting out of them.  She can’t control herself any longer, squeezing herself as he co-wokers look down at her.

              “Miss Iverson.  Stop this at once.  Don’t make me reach down and. . . and. . .”  Her boss struggled for words as her boobs slowly swelled, her juices staining the table.  “You just stop it.  We have a meeting to conduct her.”  He pulled at the collar of his shirt.  “And it’s so fucking hard when you keep. . . keep.”

              She licked her lips and looked at him.  “Just say it!”  She jiggled her boobs about.  “That I am a blueberry slut?”  She moaned as her boobs swelled even bigger, juice dripping from her nipples.  “I am such a bad berry girl.  Ohh fuck.  Ohh.”  Cathy squeezed her breasts.  “Ohh I just can’t fight it anymore.  You are all starting at me and this is so wrong.  So fucking naughty.  But maybe it’s good to be naughty.”  She blushes, her boobs almost as big as her tiny little chest.  “Ohh fuck yes.  Ohh. . . ohhh baby.  Oh baby yes.  Oh baby yes!”

              Mr. Peterson sighed.  “I think that this meeting is adurned.”

              “What why?”  Andrew sighed.  “It’s just getting good.”

              Mr. Peterson pointed at the door.  “Everyone out!  Andrew you can help the little blueberry to her desk.”

              Andrew reached down and grabbed Cathy, only causing her to moan even louder, her juices spilling onto his hands.  “Ohh god.  I am so sorry and yet I am not.  Ohh. . .”

              He blushed.  “I am. . . this is akward.”

              “I just keep filling and filling.”  She pleasures herself, forcing the juice out of her nipples.  “I am so fucking full. . .”

              He sets her on her desk.  “Will you be okay?”  He tries to walk away but stops.  “Well?”

              “Ohh. . . so full. . . can’t stop.  Can’t!”

              He sits down and watches her.  “I am just going to be here.”  Andrew smiles at her.  “Say if you need anything.”

              Cathy forces a smile though her intense pleasure.  “Thank. . . ohhh. . . . you. . .”  She rubbed her blueberry breasts against the computer.  “Ohh we have more meetings later don’t. . . we?”

              Andrew laughed.  “Ya.  You will be the star of the show.”  He patted her on the head.  “The little blueberry star.”

              Her juices squirted out onto her desk as she thought about it.  “Ohh. . . ohhh.  I can’t wait.  I can hardly hold myself in thinking about it.  Just. . . so sensitive.  So wonderful.”  Despite what had happened Cathy was slowly learning to accept and love her fate.  Maybe she could get others to love it too.