As the minutes ticked by before Holly Depping would need to relieve herself, the possibilities ran through my head, for while making her need to go to the toilet every ten minutes or so would be, entertaining, it still seemed kinda…tame…after all, there was so much more I could do to really mess about with her.
A detail that had me grinning as I worked my way through the books as Holly made her way to her personal office upstairs. While I wouldn’t be able to directly observe her as I had my fun with her, on the other hand, she wouldn’t be able to see me as I did so. So, what to do?
“Well.” I muttered under my breath. “She can be kinda a bitch, could make her one, but, too basic.” To help make my mind up, a small checklist of sorts.
Short, at 61 inches, a bit of fat around the hips and waist, small breasted. So what she were tall? Toned? Large breasted? Maybe even make her something else entirely? As I played with it in my head, remembering the earlier wish, a massive smirk stretched over my face as the pieces fell into place.
“I wish.” I began after making sure I was alone. “That Holly Depping is now a, six-foot-four anthro cougar lady. Toned build, and with 50KK Breasts.” I had to pause to hold in laughter, needing several moments to recover enough to continue.
“For dress, all she is wearing, is a pair of three-inch leopard-print open heels, a semi-transparent full-body stocking that fully covers over her crotch area, so needs a large opening at the top, and her nametag.” Another pause to check around to see that I was still alone, a few more books scanned to keep at least a bit ahead of the work. “And when she needs to empty her bladder, it will be a normal-sized one for her size, and, she will empty it where she stands or sits.” Now I really needed to halt, actually needing to force a hand over my face to knead and press it into a more neutral expression.
“And, when she does, she will also, empty a week’s worth of mess from her bowels into what she’s wearing.” That, that was the big piece, any minute now and she’d be carting her own filth around, for as long as I wanted her to. “Finally, for her the new form, dress, and acts, will be completely normal for her, as if it had always been the case.” The final detail that would seal it.
Struggling not to lose it there and then, I needed something to divert my attention. Thankfully - depending on how I looked at it - I had two items to cover that.
One. The books still needed scanning, and if I didn’t properly get back to them soon, the slow pace would make Holly suspicious if she came down too soon.
Two. As I worked on, keeping an eye on the door. Where were Sara & Jen? Ten past now, and no sign of them…