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Probationary Period

Probationary Period By The Sympathetic Devil

Chapter 1

Oh God, Again? How could Ted NOT stare at that? Vanya must have been TRYING to get him fired!

He had tried. He had really tried, ever since HR had given him a formal warning and put him on probation.

But Vanya’s ass just kept getting firmer and rounder, drawing his eyes like a magnet. It was like she was working out to make her perfect ass more perfect and then looking for every excuse to bend over in front of him. If this went on much longer, she was going to start doing it in fishnets and a thong and then he wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing that ass!

And then that’s just what she was wearing. How had this happened?

And did he care? Vanya clearly wanted him! Vanya was waggling her perfect and almost bare ass at him and she clearly wanted him to touch it!

“Touch it, Tom!” she said, looking back at him. “I want you to touch it!”

Ted knew it! She was a horny minx and she wanted him! The complaints to HR had just been an elaborate game of seduction. And this was her end game!

“Grab my ass, Ted!” she begged. “it’s yours!”

He wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that. He flew across the office and grabbed her two-handed. They were going to pound town!

“Take me to pound town, Tom!” she cried out. “Take me to pound town!”

Ok, how had she known what he was thinking? He didn’t care!

“Stairwell,” he suggested, pointing to the fire exit.

“Yes!” she agreed wholeheartedly, grabbing him by the wrist and practically dragging him.

The heavy door closed behind them and her tongue was in his mouth and his hands were back on her ass and her thigh was against his hip and she was grinding against his swelling cock.

“I’m gonna fuck this slut’s brains out!” he thought.

“Fuck my brains out!” Vanya cried out. “Fuck my slut brains out!”

Ok, something was definitely going on. And Tom would think about it.

After.

He turned her about and she grabbed the metal handrail.

He pulled his pants down and pulled her thong to the side.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!” Vanya urged and he slid home without preamble.

Tom was convinced this was the greatest thing that had ever happened in the history of sex and Vanya seemed to agree as they ground and groaned.

He tentatively slapped her ass and when she didn’t object, he thought to himself “She must like it. She knows she’s a bad girl who needs spanking.”

“I’m a bad girl!” she called out. “I need a spanking!”

It was at that moment that he finally accepted that he was thoroughly controlling Vanya’s mind. And the realization made him come.

He roared and shuddered and shot his wad.

“I need a spanking!” Vanya objected. “I need it! Spank me, Ted! I’m a bad girl!”

Ted panted, slapped her ass once and said “Come, Vanya! Come harder than you’ve ever come before!”

And she stopped demanding a spanking as she instead started to shake violently crying “Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee!”

She went rigid and made choking sounds, her pussy muscles throttling Ted’s dick. Then she collapsed and Ted had to grab her by the hips to keep her from tumbling over the handrail.

He eased her down to sit in the stairwell, his sponge dribbling out of her as she smiled at him, adoring and dazed.

“You really fucked my brains out, Tom!” she said worshipfully.

“Just the first time of many, Vanya,” he assured her

“Oh fuck yes!” she said, then giggled.

But as his dick deflated and the need to fuck became less urgent, questions he hadn’t looked at in the rush to plow Vanya’s field moved to the forefront.

“Should I have done this to her?” wasn’t one of them. Despite his denial to HR, he knew what he was, deep down.

But how he had done it to her and could he do it to anyone else? Now those were urgent questions!

“Um, Vanya? Where did you put your pants?” he asked, wondering how they were going to discreetly slip back into the office with her in fishnets and a cum-soaked thong.

“Pants?” She asked. “I wore a thong and fishnets so you wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing my ass! And it worked!”

“Huh,” Tom said, then, testing a hypothesis, thought ‘pants’ at Vanya, and her pants were back. She didn’t react.

“What did I just ask you about?” he asked.

“I don’t know, something about my pants?” she said. “Oh! Did you want to get in them again already? I’m gonna be sore tomorrow, but fuck, if you’re, um, UP for it!”

She giggled. So she definitely wasn’t aware of what he had changed and her memory seemed to be adjusting to make sense of it all.

Just how much could he change anyway?

“After work, babe,” he told her. “People should be back from lunch any minute.”

That was another thing. How had everyone but he and Vanya decided to go out for lunch at the same time?

She pouted but got up, then looked down and said “Oh fuck! How obvious is the wet spot?”

A dark damp patch was growing at her crotch. Ted focused again and she was wearing a black leather miniskirt.

“Well, back to the old grind!” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and heading back to the office.

Ted followed. People were wandering back in from lunch. If anyone suspected what he and Vanya had been doing in the stairwell, they didn’t let on

Ted had to try something. Norman was coming near. Norman always hated Ted and the feeling was mutual.

Ted fantasized. Norman stopped.

“Hey Ted, I got that 20 bucks I owe you,” Norman said and pulled out his wallet and handed him a 20,

“Thanks Norman. I knew you were good for it,” Ted said. “Nice pants, by the way!”

“Thanks buddy!” Nornan said, suddenly very proud of his suddenly leopard-print lycra pants.

And then Ted nearly floated back to his cubicle. It wasn’t just Vanya. His probationary period must be up.

Chapter 2

Ted hurried down to the HR offices. He knew exactly who he wanted to try this out on next. But Sandra Pearson was not in her office. Her busty secretary Karen didn’t want to tell Ted where she was until, suddenly, she had a huge crush on him and was wearing a red tank top and black yoga pants and feeling happy to be such a helpful bimbo.

She told Ted where to find her boss, but also made him promise to come back and visit her soon. He definitely would. But he really wanted to make the end of his probationary period official.

He found Sandra Pearson alone, gathering up in the conference room, having just finished onboarding some new employees. He couldn’t ask for a better opportunity. Or maybe he had and just hadn’t realized it.

“Mrs. Pearson,” he interrupted. “I wanted to ask you something about my probation.”

The middle-aged blonde scowled at him. She had really wanted to fire him rather than grant probation.

“The terms and expectations were all laid out quite clearly in the document you signed,” she said.

To make certain his strange power was still in effect, he stripped her down to her panties with a thought. Just like with Vanya and Norman, Mrs. Pearson seemed to roll with it as if everything was still perfectly normal.

She sat on the conference table and stared at him imperiously, legs spread without a hint of embarrassment

“Yes, but it was unclear if, while on probation, I was allowed to consensually fuck a co-worker in the stairwell,” he said. “Vanya kept showing off her pert little ass to me and I just couldn’t resist.”

The HR chief certainly didn’t take that as normal. Her eyebrows raised and she flushed with anger, not just in her face, as was now obvious given her current attire.

“That sort of behavior isn’t acceptable whether you’re on probation or not, Mr. Walton,” she steamed.

“But what if I have a really big dick?” he asked. “Couldn’t you make an exception for me then?”

Mrs. Pearson’s face took a very strange change of expression as she suddenly realized she would do just about anything for a man with a really big dick.

“Well certainly, but I can’t just take your word on that,” she said, biting her lower lip before adding “I’d need to see for myself.”

“Of course Mrs. Pearson!” He said. “I’m glad to show it to you and it is your right, as chief of HR, after all. I’m not sure why you forgot to check me when I was first hired “

“That was a horrible oversight on my part,” she agreed, hopping off the conference table and kneeling in front of him as she suddenly realized her main motivation for going into human resources was the opportunity to get lots of dick.

She unzipped him with trembling hands and pulled out his member, which was swelling despite him not finding her terribly attractive. Having her in this position was quite arousing.

She gasped.

“So beautiful…” she whispered, then cleared her throat and, trying to act professional, announced “I will, of course, need to see it fully erect.”

“You’re the expert Mrs. Pearson,” Ted said. “I leave myself in your capable hands.”

“Please… Call me Sandra,” she said.

She began to stroke with adoring awe. She was very, very good at this. Ted wondered if she had always had this skill or if his bizarre power had somehow given it to her, transforming her into a handjob expert.

She clearly loved her work.

“God I love my job,” Sandra sighed as he grew in her hands.

And he was growing significantly. Much more than he remembered having done in the past. Had he actually changed his anatomy beyond Sandra’s perception of it ?

He thought hard, imagining how much nicer it would be if Sandra Pearson had really big tits.

And suddenly Sandra Pearson had really big tits.

Ted's ears buzzed and he almost shot his wad right then and there. This day just kept getting better and better. The HR chief began rubbing his cock on the massive rack she seemed unsurprised to now possess.

Well, as long as he was editing…

“I just can’t believe you had this big hunk of man meat hidden in your pants this whole time and I didn’t even know!” Sandi Pearson exclaimed in her Betty Boop-voice. “I’m just such a silly little bimbo!”

“Well the important thing is that you figured it out eventually and you know what to do with it, right Sandi?”

“OMG yes!” She exclaimed “I don’t know much, but I know that!”

Her big, vacuous eyes were hungry and she licked her lacquered lips and took his ever-growing cock into her mouth and began to bob along happily. She looked every inch of her a pornstar.

“This is the best office ever,” Ted exclaimed.

Sandi grunted her agreement around his cock.

“And just to be clear, Sandi, I’m now off probation and have HR sanction to fuck anyone and everyone in the office?” Ted asked the bimbo blowing him in the conference room.

Again she gave a gagging but enthusiastic ascent.

“And do I have permission to come down the HR Chief's cock gobbling throat?”

“unga!unga!unga!” she enthused, and so he complied, busting a nut down her throat as he shuddered and she gurgled and gulped.

He dressed her up in an outfit appropriate for her new body and attitude and walked her back to her office, his hand on her ass, which Sandi agreed was perfectly appropriate workplace behavior.

“Hi Sandi!” Karen exclaimed cheerfully upon seeing them, not at all surprised at her boss’ changed appearance. “I see Ted found you! Lucky!”

“OMG! YES!” Sandi said, then giggled naughtily.

“Did you blow him?” the secretary asked, putting her fists on her hips and looking at her suspiciously, only eliciting giggles from her blonde bimbo boss. “I think you blew him!”

And then the curvy secretary kissed her boss full on the mouth with lots of tongue, then broke it off and swatted her shoulder.

“You totally blew him!” she confirmed. “I can taste his spunk! God, you’re such a greedy whore!”

Sandi giggled and nodded her agreement.

“Next time, bring him back here so we can share!” Karen pouted.

“OK, OK!” Sandi agreed. “But you know how I am around big dicks! I see one and the thinky part of my brain goes bye bye!”

“You are such a bimboslut!” Karen exclaimed, not unkindly.

“Takes one to know one!” Sandy said saucily. “Why do you think I hired you?”

Karen giggled and nodded her admission.

“But Ted here and his big ol’ dick are off probation now, so he should be coming over here to fuck us both a lot more often now.”

“Ooo!” Karen exclaimed. “Like right now maybe?”

Both Bimbos looked eagerly at Ted.

“Really tempting ladies,” he said. “But I really ought to go talk to the boss about my status change here at work.”

Sandi and Karen both pouted at that and extorted a promise to come back to HR soon. Then Sandi had an idea.

“Karen, I haven’t done a surprise inspection of the guys in IT for far too long,” she said. “Want to help?”

Karen squealed and the two bimbos cheerfully wiggled their ways toward the elevators.

Ted loved to watch them leave. But he really did want to talk to the boss about new possible positions in the office.

Probationary period chapter 3

Ted nearly skipped to his boss’s office. He was practically a god. He could probably come up with better uses of this power, but he wasn’t thinking of any. Maybe he was a petty god.

He was alright with that.

After flirting with him for a few minutes she waved him on.

Mister Banner’s secretary/bouncer, Anna, was a sour faced old woman right up until the moment that she was a ditzy 18 year old intern who got off on flashing her panties to everyone that came to see the boss.

“Hey Mr Banner,” Ted said. “Just wanted to check in and tell you that Sandi Pearson expunged my probation for that thing with Vanya.”

“Oh boy did she ever!” Ted confirmed.

“Oh, that’s great news Ted!” Mr. Banner said with more friendliness than he’d ever shown Ted in the past. “I never did understand what the fuck that was about. Sandi probably angling for dick again. She give you head?”

“Yeah, that one’s got a mouth on her,” Mr. Banner nodded enthusiastically. “I really need to make it down to HR more often.”

Ted had not changed a thing about Mr. Banner as far as he was aware, but apparently reality had readjusted him to be consistent with the man who would hire Sandi Pearson and Anna. Ted grinned. He liked this new Mr. Banner. But he probably would like Ms. Banner even more, he had to imagine.

“Do you think I would have hired her otherwise?” Miss Banner said and then winked and giggled. “In all honesty, though, I don’t know if half the women here come by their bisexuality naturally or they just want to get it in good with the boss.”

“I didn’t know Sandi swings both ways,” Ted told his boss, an heiress who’s wealthy father had given her the company to try and get her to stop taking softcore modeling gigs.

“Well, if they weren’t bi when they got here, I could certainly see them converting once they met you, Ms. Banner,” Ted said with a roguish waggle of his eyebrows.

His bimbofied boss giggled then pouted.

“You’re sweet, Ted, but I’ve got the same problem with you! How do I know that you’re nice to me cuz you like me and not just cuz I’m your boss?”

“Poor little rich girl, aren’t you Betsy? Well I’ll tell you what.” Ted said. “I recently acquired certain skills that I think are pretty marketable and I came here thinking I'd demand a new position, but if my working for you means I can’t date you, I guess I quit. What time can I pick you up?”

“You’d quit your job just to date me?” Betsy Banner asked, clearly flattered. “That’s just so sweet! You really like me don’t you?”

“More and more every minute,” Ted confirmed.

“And you’re sure you’re not just interested in my money?” She asked.

“No, I’m mostly interested in your tits,” Ted said.

“Aww!” Betsy exclaimed, because just as Ted had imagined, nothing made her happier than people appreciating her tits.

Ted went in, intent on appreciating them himself, when suddenly everything went very bright. When he could see again, Betsy was gone and a stern-looking old man was there.

“Seriously Ted?” he said. “I gave you power over the universe, thinking I could retire, after you completed a probationary period to get used to it, but all you’ve used it for is to make bimbos and get laid. I expected better of you,Ted.”

Was this God? Had God given him this power? As some sort of test?

“I’m just just fucking with you, Ted.” the stone cold fox of a deity said. “You’re doing a great job. Probationary period is over. Mind if I watch?”

That was just stupid! The sort of God that would give him the sort of power would be more like well…

“Not at all,” said Ted. “Enjoy yourself. I know I will.”

Betsy reappeared, clearly not willing to wait for Ted to ‘date’ her.

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Diego Can Explain

Jennifer scowled at Diego as he waited for her to pay him.

"I'll need to check that the washer actually works first, of course, " she told him.

She knew that it did. She'd watched his progress on the nanny cam, making sure he wasn't charging her for several hours work if it only took him a few minutes. And it had taken him just a few minutes, leaving him plenty of time to go through her clothing hamper, pulling out her dirty panties.

"How long did it take to fix?" She asked.

"Oh, just about 20 minutes, Mrs. White," he said. "I just needed to replace a belt."

She didn't expect an honesy. Not that it curbed her anger.

"You must've gotten pretty bored waiting for me to get back, then," she said acidly. "I trust my underwear kept you entertained."

He blushed but didn't seem nearly as embarrassed as he should have been.

"You know about that?" He said. "I can explain."

"Oh, right! This should be good!" She said.

"I just needed to find one of your public hairs," he said. "Technically any hair will work, but in practice, I find public hairs make for more powerful charms because of their more intimate nature. "

Jennifer stared at him in confused disgust. He grinned back, squeezing something un his fist.

"What are you.... what are you talking about?" She said, feeling suddenly dizzy, her knees feeling weak.

"I can explain, Jennifer, " he said. "You just need to relax and let me explain. "

"I need to... relax?" She asked as the room slowly tilted.

"That's right, " he said. "Just relax. Take your jacket off. Let me explain. "

Jennifer relaxed and took her jacket off. Diego could explain.

"That's good, Jennifer, " he said. "Take me to your bedroom. I can explain in your bedroom. "

"You can explain in my bedroom, " she agreed.

She led him to her bedroom. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, that something was happening that she didn't understand. But Diego could explain it to her. He could explain it to her in the bedroom. She could at least be sure about that.

"You'll need to take your clothes off so I can explain, Jennifer, " Diego explained.

"Take off my clothes?" She asked, shuddering.

That didn't seem right... Did it?

"Remember, you had questions about me and your underwear, " he reminded her when she hesitated. "You need to show me your underwear so I can explain."

That was true. She had asked him about her underwear. Had she asked him to look at her underwear? It was hard to remember. But showing him her underwear was definitely her idea. She took off her clothes.

"That's much better, isn't Jennifer? " he said once she was done. "It's so much easier to relax without your clothes on."

She sighed and smiled. He really was right, she felt so much more relaxed than when she first got home. She had been so tense before. Probably because she had all her clothes on.

"I'm so relaxed," she told him, in case he hadn't noticed.

"Yes. You're relaxed and compliant, " he agreed.

"I'm relaxed and compliant, " she repeated.

"Come bend over your bed so I can explain things to you, Jennifer," he instructed.

She complied. She wanted him to explain, that's why they were in her bedroom. That's why she was in her underwear. She bent over her bed, waiting for him to explain. He pulled her panties down around her knees.

"It's easier to explain with my cock between your ass cheeks," he explained. Which made sense.

He grabbed hold of her right tit, put his mouth against her ear and started to explain.

"You are a nasty little nympho slut, Jennifer, " he explained. "Your husband no longer satisfies you sexually. You crave younger men with harder cocks."

Jennifer moaned at his explanation. It made so much sense!

"You asked me to fix your washing machine as an excuse to seduce me" he explained. "You crave my cock constantly. You fantasize about me when you masturbate. You imagine being with me when you're fucking your husband. You want me to want you. You want me to fuck you. You want to suck my dick. You want me to cum down your throat, on your face, on your tits. You want me to pull your hair and call you nasty names. You'll do anything to satisfy me sexually and you're about to cum just thinking about it."

Jennifer groaned as she was racked by orgasm. It was a good explanation.

***

Jennifer called in sick to work and changed her outfit the minute her husband left. Diego had told her to be ready for him by 9am!

"Hello, Diego! I've missed you sooo much!" She said when he let himself in with the key she had given him.

"Of course you have, Jennifer, " he said. "But you're not the only slut in the neighborhood I'm fucking. You have to wait your turn."

"I know I'm not your only slut," she said. "But I want to be your best slut!"

"Of course you do!" He said. He had explained as much to her before.

"I've been using the butt plug every day since the last time you fucked me," she reported. "I even got a bigger one! It's in me now!"

"You're a good little twat, Jennifer," he praised, making her belly flip flop and her pussy gush. "Do you think you're ready to take my dick in your ass now?"

"Oh yes, please! " She begged. "Please fuck me in the ass, Diego! I need it so much, just like you explained last time!"

"Okay, since you really want it," he agreed. "But afterwards, I'm going to need to explain a few more things to you."

"Oh thank you, Diego!" She exclaimed. "I love it when you explain things to me!"

Models Jennifer White and Diego Perez

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