Susan, still feeling a bit spacey, left her home office. Being the CEO of her company, it didn’t really matter if she was late, but she had a meeting today and needed to get to the office at some point. It was early, though, for now she could take her time. Maybe have Martha make her some breakfast. As soon as she thought of Martha, though, she felt that same hair-pulling feeling.
******
Susan found herself at home, with her hands gripping her bathroom vanity’s counter. She looked up at herself in the mirror. She was younger again. Not as young as college, but maybe ten years younger. In fact, she was sure of it - she was 33 years old again. She opened the medicine cabinet - it had her familiar stash of sex aids - condoms, lube, boner pills. At least there was nothing different there. She closed the medicine cabinet and decided to look at herself again.
She was wearing a professional business dress. Her cleavage was subtle, her F cups held up by a perfectly fitted bra. She felt her erection rise - her six incher was just as perfect as she’d remembered. She was the same size as she’d been in college with Thea. She groped one of breasts, lamenting the fact that they’d get huge from the curse later on. F cups, in her mind, were the perfect balance between sexy and classy, and she was going to miss these. And her cock - perfectly average sized, even if her balls were bigger than normal.
She sighed. What was it that she’d done this day…
then it came to her. She’d hired Martha this day. It was time for the interview.
******
Susan looked at the woman there for an interview. She looked vaguely familiar, but… Martha had never been this attractive. She had a soft, cute face, her tasteful makeup accentuating her features. Her outfit was very tasteful. Her rear was quite a bit larger than Susan remembered, but her cock wasn’t complaining.
Susan was a bit confused about one other thing, though. Martha had been forty when she’d hired her. This girl was around 22 years old. Susan shook her head. Something was wrong, but that burning sensation in her head had come back. As if she were on autopilot, she felt her body - and mouth - moving.
“Martha? Martha Jimenez?” Susan said.
“Yes! That’s me. Hello.” Martha said.
“Hi there. Come with me.” Susan said.
Susan led Martha in to her home office. The laptop was obviously older, but other than that, it was just as familiar to her. She and Martha sat down on opposite sides of the desk, and Susan found a resume underneath the laptop.
Looking over it, Susan felt herself begin speaking.
“So. You’re only 22. Your cleaning experience is impressive. But you know already that cleaning isn’t the only part of the job.” Susan said, that burning feeling in her head even stronger.
“Y-yes, I know. The pay, it’s so good, and… I’m willing to do anything.” Martha said.
Susan licked her lips.
“Anything? Let’s see that in action.” She said, lifting her dress and revealing her erection.
Martha gulped but complied. She got down on her knees and approached Susan underneath the desk.
Sensually, she kissed Susan’s boner before transitioning into a sloppy deepthroat. Susan felt herself about to blow her load, and grabbed Martha’s head before cumming.
Martha swallowed every last drop.
“I think that was a wonderful demonstration. I’d love to hire you. But you’re a bit lacking in the… breast department.” Susan said, coldly. Her eyes wandered to Martha’s minuscule A cups.
“I… I’m sorry, I cannot change that.” Martha said solemnly.
“No, I don’t expect you to. But I can. If you decide to work here, you have to agree to my terms and conditions.” Susan said, a glint in her eye.
“Yes, anything!” Martha said, hugging Susan.
“Okay, beautiful, you’ll start tomorrow.” Susan said, grabbing Martha’s fat ass.
******
Susan snapped out of her delusions. “God, that one felt just as real… it must’ve been a daydream, though.” She looked down at herself.
Her H cup breasts continued to strain against her top, her areolas threatening to expose themselves once again. She pulled her pants down again, finding another load of cum in them. More importantly, her cock was now a solid foot long.
Susan sighed. She wondered what this curse’s end goal was. She grabbed a new pair of underwear and another pair of pants, finding all her pants to be a bit more… revealing then before. However, part of her didn’t mind - and that’s what scared her the most.
Susan, ready for work, left her bedroom and went to leave the house when she saw a somewhat familiar sight.
Martha, in her fetish maid’s outfit. But not the Martha Susan remembered. It was the one from her daydream, about ten years older… and with huge tits. So big, in fact, Susan could see them from behind as Martha cleaned.
Martha turned around. Susan noticed another change. Martha’s lips were absolutely huge, and she was wearing a lot of makeup.
“Hi Miss Susan. Do you want a quickie before you head out to work? You paid for these, so you should get to enjoy them.” Martha said with a smile, pushing her huge L cup breasts up.
Susan suddenly had a headache. New memories flooded in. She’d paid for several breast augmentations for Martha over the years. This was her newest one, and Martha had just been cleared to come back to work. Susan also remembered paying for constant lip fillers. She loved the way they felt on her cock…
However, Susan snapped out of it.
“Not today Martha, though they look fantastic. I have to get to work.” She said. Involuntarily, she smacked Martha’s ass. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t want one later, beautiful.”
Martha giggled as Susan cringed at herself. She really was becoming a pervert. She had to get to work, get her mind off things.