Just the Way the Boss Likes It (Reward) (Patreon)

(Sex, Bimbofication, BE, Gigantic Breasts)

Many women have tried, at various points in their careers, during their working lives, or at other times, to attract the attention of certain men or to please them. For a wide variety of reasons, such women did everything they could to gain their bosses’ approval. Most of the time, this was driven by purely pragmatic reasons, and one probably had to accept that that’s just how the world worked. For one young office worker, however, things were different, because genuine feelings were involved—feelings that would drive her to do anything to please the object of her desire. The young, brunette secretary in question was named Lena and had been working for two years at Mr. Richter’s law firm on the tenth floor of a modern glass building in the city center. She was twenty-six, slender, with natural dark hair that fell to her shoulders and a face one might describe as pretty but unremarkable.

Every morning she arrived on time, wore understated suits with knee-length skirts and blouses buttoned all the way up to the neck, and carried out her work with a calm efficiency that no one found fault with. But beneath this professional facade, something else was smoldering. Lena had been in love with her boss since day one. Mr. Richter was in his early forties, tall, with gray temples and a voice that radiated both authority and warmth—something that had always driven her wild. Whenever he walked past her desk and simply said, “Good morning, Lena,” she felt that slight flutter in her stomach and that warmth building between her legs.

One evening, she stayed late to sort through files and overheard a phone call through the slightly open door of his office. He was talking to a friend about a woman he’d met that day. “Her tits were just massive,” he said, laughing, “as hard as silicone and so big you could barely wrap both hands around them. And her ass—Brazilian butt lift, perfectly shaped. She wore skirts so short and blouses that were open in the front that it was almost impossible to concentrate on work. That’s exactly the kind of thing that drives me wild. I love it.”

Lena froze. It was clear who he was talking about. That day, she’d had a business meeting with a representative from a major law firm. The woman had been a real, surgically enhanced, and heavily made-up eye-catcher. That Mr. Richter was into exactly that sort of thing…

She set the file aside and continued listening as he described how he was into exactly this type—women who deliberately transformed themselves into living sex symbols, with exaggerated curves and clothing that left nothing to chance. At that moment, Lena already knew exactly what she was going to do.

The following weekend, she cleared out her closet. The conservative suits and loose-fitting blouses ended up in large bags, which she took to the clothing bank. Instead, she bought tight pencil skirts that ended just above the knee, blouses with low necklines, and fitted blazers that accentuated her waist. She practiced in front of the mirror how to leave the top buttons undone and move in a way that made the fabric pull tightly across her breasts.

On Mondays, she showed up in a dark red skirt that hugged her hips with every step and a white blouse whose neckline definitely revealed more than it concealed. Mr. Richter looked up when she brought him his coffee, and his gaze lingered a moment longer on her cleavage. Lena felt her heart beat faster and smiled at him, innocently yet deliberately.

The change in her wardrobe was just the beginning. After two weeks, she made an appointment at a private clinic specializing in cosmetic surgery. She opted for moderate silicone implants that brought her natural B-cup size up to a full D, and a small Brazilian butt lift that made her butt rounder and firmer without looking too extreme right away. She spent her recovery on sick leave, and when she returned, she wore even tighter blouses and skirts that accentuated her new curves. Mr. Richter noticed it immediately.

“You look a little different, Lena,” he said one morning, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual. It was ridiculous how he brought up the subject, considering he’d already clearly noticed and appraised his employee’s vastly enhanced curves.

Lena leaned over his desk to hand him a document for his signature and felt his gaze linger on her cleavage and then on her butt as she straightened up again.

In the days that followed, he sought her company more often, let conversations drag on longer, and deliberately brushed her hand with his fingers when he accepted documents.

It was working. Lena could see it in his eyes, in the way he watched her when she bent down to pick something up off the floor, and in the slight tension in his jaw muscles when she walked close by him. So she kept going. After three months, she returned to the clinic. This time, she had the implants replaced with expanders—special models that could be gradually filled. The surgeon explained the process to her, and she nodded resolutely. In the months that followed, she went in regularly for refills. Each time, a little more saline solution was injected, and her breasts grew—from a D to an E, then to an F, and on from there. She bought new bras in ever-larger sizes and blouses that could barely be buttoned up in the front. The fabric stretched so tightly that the buttons were always under tension, and the neckline seemed deep and endless. At the same time, she had a second Brazilian butt lift done, this time on a larger scale, with more volume and greater projection. Her butt became large, round, and plump, wiggling slightly with every step.

Lena also had her lips treated, but only subtly. A little hyaluronic acid gave them more fullness and a soft, slightly parted look without making them appear too unnatural. Compared to the rest of the changes, it was little more than a finishing touch.

Lena stood in front of the mirror in her apartment and examined the result. Her breasts were now enormous, heavy, and round, the skin taut over them and her nipples sensitive. Her butt was full and firm and stood out clearly beneath her tight skirts. She now wore only miniskirts that barely covered half of her thighs and went completely without underwear. When she sat down or bent over, she felt the cool air and the fabric clinging directly to her skin.

In the office, the effect was devastating—but in a positive sense, of course. Lena couldn’t care less about the stares and opinions of the other employees.

Mr. Richter could hardly take his eyes off her. When Lena brought the coffee and leaned forward slightly to set the cup down, he looked straight into the deep cleavage between her enormous breasts. The fabric of her blouse was stretched so tightly that the shape of her implants was clearly visible, and the heavy mounds moved with every breath she took. When she turned around and walked to her desk, his gaze followed the sway of her behind beneath her skimpy skirt. Sometimes she would deliberately linger a little longer and turn slowly, so that the skirt would ride up and he could catch a brief glimpse of the bare skin beneath. Lena felt the dampness between her legs and savored every single one of these moments.

One afternoon, he asked her into his office to discuss a case. The door remained closed. Lena sat down in the chair in front of his desk and crossed her legs, which pushed her skirt up even higher. Mr. Richter cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on the papers, but his eyes kept wandering to her cleavage and her bare thighs.

“Your new way of dressing is very… eye-catching,” he finally said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse with arousal. Lena smiled and leaned forward, causing her blouse to open even wider.

“Do you like it, Mr. Richter?” she asked softly. He swallowed and nodded slowly.

“It’s hard to look away.”

She stood up and walked around the desk until she was standing next to him. From there, he could see the full size of her breasts, heavy and full beneath the skimpy fabric. Lena deliberately bent over deeper to point at the document and felt his hand twitch as if he wanted to touch her.

In the days that followed, she took the game even further. She wore even skimpier clothes whenever possible and left her blouses almost completely open. By now, the breast enhancers were so full that her breasts looked enormous—almost unreal in their size, yet firm and round. As she walked through the office, they jiggled with every step, and her skirt kept riding up. Mr. Richter found himself looking for reasons to call her into his office more and more often. He made her stay in the office longer, and their conversations revolved less and less around work. Once, he ran his fingers over her arm and held her there for a moment. Lena turned toward him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You can touch me if you want,” she whispered. His hand hesitantly rested on her hip and then slid upward until it cupped the heavy underside of one of her breasts. The fabric was thin, and he could feel the firmness of the implant beneath it. Lena took a deep breath and pressed herself lightly against his hand. However, that single touch was all that happened that day.

But Lena wanted even more. The previous sizes were no longer enough for her after she’d seen how turned on Mr. Richter got by her extreme curves. She scheduled another appointment at the clinic and asked the surgeon to fill the expander implants to the absolute limit this time. Over the course of several sessions, more and more saline solution was injected until each side was finally overfilled with twelve thousand cubic centimeters. Her breasts swelled into truly gigantic spheres that protruded far beyond Lena’s slender upper body and pulled downward with their enormous weight. The skin was extremely taut and glistened slightly; the nipples were pushed outward and hypersensitive; and the cleavage between the two massive forms was so deep that one could barely make out the base of her sternum. Lena could barely wear normal blouses anymore. Even the widest necklines and the most stretchy fabrics were barely enough to cover the monstrous breasts, and with every movement, the huge breasts jiggled and swayed with a heaviness one would hardly believe possible. She had to have special bras and tight tops custom-made that left most of her skin exposed. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired the result with an excited smile. Her breasts were now so enormous that she could barely encircle them even with both arms, and the mere sight of them was enough to make her wet, because she knew how Mr. Richter would react to them.

At the end of a stressful day, they both stayed late. The other employees had already left, and the office lay silent. Lena came in with one last file and closed the door behind her. Mr. Richter sat behind his desk and looked at her, his eyes glistening with desire. She set the file down and walked slowly around the desk until she was standing right in front of him. Her skirt was so short that it barely covered anything, and her blouse hung open, revealing the full splendor of her perky breasts. Lena placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward until her lips were just centimeters from his.

“I’ve changed for you,” she said softly. “All of it. My tits, my ass, my clothes. Because I wanted you to look at me the way you’re looking at me now.”

His hands rested on her hips and pulled her closer. Lena felt the hardness in his pants as she pressed herself against him. He kissed her, and the kiss was hungry and demanding. His hands slid under her skimpy skirt and found the bare skin beneath. Lena moaned softly into his mouth as his fingers slid between her legs and felt the wetness that had gathered there. She unzipped his pants and took him in her hand—firm and hot. Mr. Richter groaned and pushed the fabric of her blouse aside until her enormous breasts were exposed. He took one of them in both hands and cradled it, feeling its weight and the tautness of her skin. Lena pressed herself closer to him and felt him tremble beneath her.

She sat down on his lap and rubbed her wet slit against his hardness while he massaged her breasts and tugged at her sensitive nipples. Her skirt had now rolled down around her hips, and nothing separated them anymore. Lena lifted herself slightly and positioned herself so that the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. She looked him in the eyes and smiled, took a deep breath, and prepared to take him inside her with her giant tits acting as a spacer between them.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Fuck me, please!”