“Imagine him, the poor guy, upstairs all alone as these come through…” Randi snickered, as the four
“Imagine him, the poor guy, upstairs all alone as these come through…” Randi snickered, as the four of them thumbed through the newest applications, sitting in his office after work. There were - Jesus! - so many! So many girls clamoring for these jobs. She knew it’d be popular, but hadn’t expected a response quite like this…“Yeah what are we up to, like forty?” Amelia offered, somehow still managing her typical disinterest and general irritation with the world, “and it’s…what? Five-thirty? They just keep coming in.”“Forty-seven,” Josie answered, in obvious wonder, “He’s probably so scared…”“Yeah maybe we should go upstairs and comfort him,” Amelia offered, “maybe he needs help. I’m sure his hand is getting tired.”“Hahahahaha,” Randi laughed, deleting one application without even reading it (fatty, bad hair). She had been tasked with not only posting the job, looking for candidates, but weeding out the garbage before Missy (and, oh yah haha, Dr J) had to start making decisions. This would be easier at a desktop, but Marisela was at his PC.“Who are all these other girls?” Marisela asked, semi-incredulous that a job posting for positions here, at this rinky-dink geriatrics practice, would garner such attention. She hadn’t realized that so many women were already in the know, understood what was going on at Far Horizons.“Well, some of them are friends, yeah,” Josie answered, “like Shanette and Angie, a few others. Also a bunch of randos. But a lot of them are Evolution girls, of course-““Like this Bianca person,” Amelia interjected, swiping herself to the photos she had of the tall redhead, “I met her last week. She’s…impressive.”“I’m sure she’s already on some sort of treatment, somehow,” Randi added, “lots of these girls probably are. But being here, around Melissa…”“Jesus what’s going to happen to them?” Josie mused.“Exactly. Who knows?” Randi answered, “We could have a team of Amazons here in six months, or sooner. And it’s all only going to feed into Missy’s getting bi-““And ours, right?” Josie interjected, an obvious eagerness growing in her voice as she pictured what ‘Office Culture’ might look like here, sooner rather than later.“Yeah, what’s going to happen to us?” Marisela asked with her usual mordacious bite, “I mean…I think I outgrew this bra of mine today.”“Oh, you poor thing, getting taller, smarter,” Amelia scoffed, for the moment not paying attention to her new nails, though she put her phone down to check them. They were starting to look like claws. “Suck it up, soldier. I mean, look at me,” she continued, as she pressed her chest forward, swelling her tits impressively in her clingy scrubs, “I think even my implants are growing.”“Jeez Amelia wow,” Josie marveled, unconsciously bringing her hand to her own chest, through her own scrubs, feeling her own new mass, “Are we all going to get to be…what does Angie call herself?”“‘Titty Monster’?” Amelia answered, causing Randi to snicker, “Are we all going to turn into Titty Monsters? Yeah maybe.”“We actually have to watch out for Angie, I think,” Randi added, going back to the cloned account of his she had on her phone, “some of this stuff she sent to him is-““Pretty aggressive, yeah,” Marisela broke in, wide eyed behind the terminal screen, obviously looking at the application photos that Angie had forwarded, “Who is this chick?”“She is a motivated girl,” Amelia answered, “a friend from the Hoot, now works for a bank, manages a couple branches. Huge knockers already, Knows how to use them..”“And really ambitious,” Randi added, going back herself to look at Angie’s resume. She thought a few moments to herself, hair on the back of her neck rising. “Yeah, let’s keep an eye on her…”======================================Newest posts and bonus content up at my Patreon first -- source link