There was nothing, literally nothing, Cindy thought, like walking into a business meeting knowing you were rocking both the biggest tits and the biggest cock at the table. Although she had acquired her newest organ for purposes of personal satisfaction, and it had more than justified the time and expense, it had proven an asset in business as well. There was something about the combination of her "upstairs"bulges and her scarcely less conspicuous "downstairs" bulge that people in her professional world found mesmerizing. Negotiations with other companies tended to go well after Cindy had bent their CEO over the conference table and reduced her to a quivering, orgasmic mass in front of her subordinates. Dealings with Federal regulators tended to go well after the regulator had gotten on his knees and administered a suprisingly skillful blow job. Next year she hoped to take her company into the Fortune 500.
But if she (and her gender identity remained firmly female despite what she was packing below) were honest, her most satisfying sexual and romantic partner of all was her husband, a flaming sissy who had an insatiable desire both for her cock and for her female body. And it looked like their oldest son, Edwin, was going to follow in his father's footsteps as a bisexual femboy. His High School class had voted him Slut of the Year two years running, and both the football team and the women's volleyball team had dedicated their seasons to him. She was so proud of him!
The one fly in the ointment was her other son, Michael. She hoped to pass on leadership of the company to him, but he was surprisingly resistant to the idea of breast implants. Maybe this new Chronivac she had bought would help change his mind. . .