Ying smiled listening to Richard’s heels rapidly tic‑tacking to keep up, his now shorter stride constrained even further by his tight pencil skirt. His boobs bounced a bit but the bra she’d given him minimized bounce although his cleavage jiggled quite a bit more than normal. Ying quietly snorted to herself thinking about how his extra jiggle would firm up to normal as his lactating breasts filled, only to firm up even more as his breasts swelled tighter and tighter before forcing him to pump himself for relief.
Arriving at the designated conference room, Richard laughed with relief, although his high feminine voice came out more as a nervous titter. A signed taped to the closed door said, CANCELED. “Ha! Now take me back to our room and fix this,” Richard attempted to demand, but his already high voice rose even higher in the rising inflection of a plea.
Thwarted in her expected fun, Ying reluctantly concluded she’d have to fix Richard. “Okay, you luck out. Come with me … Courtney,” Ying emphasized, getting in a little last minute tease.
“Yes Mam,” Richard replied meekly.
‘Yes mam? Oh! I maybe went too far. Richard now respond like secretary,’ Ying thought to herself. With no immediate plans for the day, Ying’s thoughts and fantasies whirled around her head so much she was surprised to suddenly arrive back at their room.
“You not lactating anymore, I fixed,” Ying told Richard, smirking that her fix filled out the nursing bra he was wearing to overflowing. ‘Only for a minute,’ Ying told herself, as she changed Richard’s bra to a lacy push up that exposed a prodigious amount of cleavage.
“We have free day. Let’s look around a bit,” Ying said.
“Not like this?” Richard asked in a high voice with a hint of panic.
“No silly. Only fair I learn new point of view as well. You wait right there!”
“Yes Mam,” Richard meekly replied.
‘I should fix that,’ Ying told herself feeling a little guilty. ‘I fix later, it fun for now.’
Richard waited and was stunned when Ying grew taller, much taller and her shoulders widened. Faster than Richard could keep track, suddenly a tall athletic man in a well tailored suit stood where Ying had been moments ago.
Ying grinned down at Richard’s open mouthed shock and a touch of fear in his wide eyes, as he looked up. Despite the fact that Richard was still wearing platform stilettos, he only came up to Ying’s shoulders now. Ying was tickled by the height difference and surprised by the sudden demanding feeling of her new male erection trying to burst out of her pants. ‘Oh my god, I had no idea! No wonder men are pigs.’
Richard saw the unmistakable bulge of the new male Ying’s erection and was frightened and excited, and frightened of being excited. ‘Don’t look … don’t look,’ he silently admonished himself. “Ying?” Richard asked timidly.
“Of course I’m Ying, but you call me Than for now. Come, we go places,” Ying said, tickled at the sound of her deep commanding voice.
“Yes sir,” Richard responded automatically.
‘This even better than WITWP,’ Ying chuckled to herself listening to the near frantic tic‑tac tic‑tac tic‑tac of Richard’s heels as he labored to keep up with her casual long strides. “Keep up Courtney,” Ying commanded.
“Yes sir, I’m keeping up,” Richard affirmed, panting and jiggling as fast as he could.