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The office building was mostly empty at this time of the day. Business hours had ended 30 minutes ago and almost everyone had gone home. Only the sound of their heels on the tiling disturbed the silence as Milie and Mewtwo walked down a corridor, heading back to their assigned office for the day. As Corporate Executives, they were allowed to stay on site at any hour of the day and night. Milie lead the way, her breasts bouncing on her chest with each step of her purposeful stride. Mewtwo was close behind, clutching the soggy papers against her bosom.
Milie was annoyed. Admittedly, she was more irritated that everything had decided to work against them on possibly the most important day of their careers rather than she was mad at her colleague. Mewtwo on the other hand still felt the hot waves of shame wash over her. Lost in the moment, she let her powers go haywire and she hoped to Arceus it didn't already cost them their jobs.
As they arrived in their office, Mewtwo dropped the ruined pile of papers in the nearest trashcan.
"Alright, let's get your laptop running, shall we ?" asked Milie.
Mewtwo took the machine out of her briefcase and turned it on. After entering her password, the main desktop showed up. The background picture was a photo of her with some other pink Pokémon, a child, who resembled her a lot, except for her deep, green eyes.
"Is this your daughter ?" Mewtwo heard over her shoulder.
"Yes. It's an old picture though. She's in her teen years now."
"She looks cute...and a whole lot like you." Milie commented. Mewtwo smiled.
"Okay, so here is the original file. All 450 pages of it...You can use this program for video recordings. It's already set at maximum resolution and quality."
"Good. Thank you. There's a staircase at the end of the corridor. Roof access is on the last floor, obviously. And remember, no elevators. I'm not taking any more chances today. You should go now, it's quite a climb."
"O-okay...Sorry again about all this."
"Hey !" Mewtwo was already half-way out the door when that authoritative tone startled her. She turned around and before she knew it, Milie was kissing her again. Their warm breasts pressed against each other. Caught off guard, she soon returned the embrace. When their lips finally parted, a small string of saliva still connected their mouth. Milie caressed Mewtwo's cheek.
"I'm not mad at you, alright ?" she whispered.
"Understood. At least you know how to get your point across effectively."
They both chuckled.
"Okay I better go now. See you in a bit. If my laptop locks up again, the password is written under the CD-Rom tray."
"Got it. See you soon." Milie replied.
Milie closed the laptop and took it with her, out of the office. She made her way to the part of the floor that was under renovation. While walking there, she hoped that so-called "company approved printing service" was still open. She thought about what she could say and do to get top priority. As she walked past one of those Chaos Cola dispensers Management had the niceness to provide, an idea came to her.
"Maybe I can use this to get bonus points", she thought.
She hit the button half-a-dozen times and as many cans fell off the shelves into the bottom compartment. She put most of them on the laptop, that she used as a tray. Unfortunately, it was too small to hold them all. She squeezed one of them between her breasts and put the last one under her chin.
She finally reached the closed-off area. She carefully stepped over the black and yellow barricade tapes, barely balancing her load. She let out a frustrated groan when she realized what stood between her and her camera-free broom closet. Tools were lying around, in complete disarray, Stepladders every few meters, with either paint buckets or dropped-ceiling tiles propped on top. The walls had been sand-papered down and only bare plaster remained. A cold draft made her nipples hard. The crew was apparently replacing windows as well and didn't quite finish the job yet, judging by the faint sound of rain hitting the tarps outside.
Reluctantly, she stepped forward and tried to navigate this mess the best she could. A mere five steps later, she stepped on some epoxy tubes she didn't see and walked right into the resulting puddle. The soles of her shoes were soon caked in the substance and after two additional steps, said shoes were permanently soldered to the floor. After a minute of struggle and some very close calls balance-wise, Milie decided to abandon her shoes on the spot, at least for now. Taking one huge step, she felt the cold tiling beneath her feet.
Her next obstacle consisted of a tight squeeze between some portable generator and a glass window pane, propped against the wall. Lifting the laptop above her head, she faced the wall and started crab-walking her way through. Her breasts started rubbing on the immaculate glass with that typical sound of skin on dry glass. The glass panel was quite long. She saw the huge smudge trail she was leaving at chest height behind her. The cold surface against her already hard nipples sent shivers across her body. Thankfully, her breasts were big enough to keep the can between them snug and secure.
Next she had to crouch under two step ladders with a plank propped horizontally between them at shoulder height. If she didn't know better, Milie would have sworn this obstacle course was done on purpose. She cautiously lowered herself and as she was about to slowly walk under the unstable structure, she tripped against a coil of electrical cable that, again, escaped her field of view, what with holding the laptop and cans at chest height. She caught herself just in time, but she unfortunately nudged one of the stepladders in the process. The plank fell down on her head and a box of wing nuts spilled its content everywhere, especially in front of her.
She groaned in pain, not even having the luxury to rub her head. Her vision still somewhat blurry, she took a walked forward and stepped right on the definitely painful minefield she deployed ahead of her. Her reflexes still hazy, she took a quick step forward to rest her weight on an hopefully less painful surface, but it landed on some more of the metallic shapes. Another step, still more foot traps. And another, and another. Each step let a moan of pain out of her. Finally, her feet landed back on a cold but very much welcome flat surface.
"This is why we have a strict LEGO policy at home" she sighed.
Finally, she could see the broom closet. Behind yet another tight squeeze. It was definitely one of THOSE days, Milie concluded.
This time, she turned her back to the wall and tried to squeeze through. This was even tighter than before. About halfway through, her suit got caught in some hard copper wires sticking out of the wall. Luckily for her, no electricity was running through at the moment, but the fabric of her top was stuck, the pointy wires poking through it. She was getting sick and tired of all this. She tried stepping back a little, hoping to untangle this mess, but it had the exact opposite effect. She was stuck. Her hands were full.
"Only one thing left to do..." she thought while rolling her eyes.
She gave several tugs, doing her best to keep the cans from falling on the ground. With each tug came a loud sound of ripped fabric. Finally, her clothes gave way and she was left with a huge tear on the back of her suit. She angrily stomped towards the janitor closet. Once inside, she dropped everything she was carrying on a discarded desk chair and took a few minutes to compose herself. She wiped the plaster dust off her breasts and hair, removed her clothes and took a look around, noting the position of the light.
" Okay, I could set the laptop on this chair, move it here and kneel down over there" she thought.
She set the cans beside her, opened the laptop and turned it on again. After a few seconds, the screen displayed the authentication page.
"Under the CD tray, huh ?"
She pushed a button on the side of the machine and a small compartment popped off. Under was a small label. It read "J@m3$_K0j!rO_4.1.4".
After typing the password, she set up the recording software and adjusted the webcam. Luckily for her, the Wi-Fi network was still available here. She decided to quickly check on the company's Intranet if she could find more info about that printing service. After a few clicks, the computer displayed the homepage of a very serious looking business. She let a relieved sigh out when she read it was indeed a 24/7 kind of service. She quickly looked through the Q&A section and one entry grabbed her attention.
"How to maximize my chances to qualify for Top Priority processing ?
Beg, be sincere, be creative ! Start your video with clear and concise details about your order and quickly move to the begging part. While complete creative freedom is left to the client, this company rates "Mother/Son" types of begging very highly. If you are a female customer, assume your son is running this company and go from here."
"Well, at least I have some pointers, now..." Milie thought."This also explains the e-mail address."
She knelt back down on the cold concrete floor and reviewed what she was going to do. She had to state today's date, beg and be creative...for seven minutes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She shivered a little. It was hard to tell if it was because she was nervous at the idea of knowingly blackmailing herself in hopes she could save her career or if it was because the AC was off in this part of the building and the cold drafts from outside seeped under the door. Although she DID warm up her freezing colleague earlier with nothing more than her naked body, she was still under the effect of the Chaos Cola she previously ingested and such effects included raised body temperature.
She glanced at the cans of Chaos Cola. Earlier that day, when the AC was blowing air as hot as it could possibly produce without catching on fire, she had drank several cans, hoping to quench her thirst and cool down her hot, sweaty, fur-covered body. This resulted in getting her colleague's suit soaked in milk and leaving her feeling twice as hot. Thank god for that Heal Burn Mewtwo provided...
"Let's hope whoever is behind this printing service isn't lactose intolerant... Alright. Let's do this. Keep it professional...Well, as much as naked begging goes."
She cracked a can open and chugged it down. By the time she leaned forward to hit the record button, she could already feel a warm sensation in her chest. She cleared her throat.
"This video is being recorded on the 16th of Mobtober, and it is currently 6:21 PM."
Already, she could feel a drop of milk running down her right breast.
"I work for a multi-national company and I need your help. I need a 450 pages merger document printed. It is of utmost importance...My career and others depend on it."
She grabbed another can and downed it as fast as she could.
"This document is so important and I am so desperate that I am willing to accept your conditions. I am in no position to make demands, that's why I'm begging you." she joined her hand in a pleading motion, between her slowly expanding breasts.
"Please. I beg you. Print this document for me and deliver it on the roof of my company's HQ...The address is on page 1. Please...I need it as soon as you can possibly deliver it ! I would do anything to keep this job..."
As her milk was slowly dropping on her legs, she grabbed a third can. A few seconds later, it was tossed aside, empty.
"Okay time to begin that mother/son begging nonsense" she thought.
"Miles...Mommy needs you right now...If you do this little favor for Mommy, I'll let you play with these" she lifted her lactating bosom. "Anywhere, anytime...Look, Mommy will keep drinking those so they never run out...Just for you..."
She grabbed two more cans and chugged them both straight down.
"You're my own little boy. I love you very much, you know that ? You can have my whole body. Touch me anywhere you like. I'll sleep with you every night. I'll never wear clothes at home ever again. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
With each passing minute, she drank another can. With each passing minute her breasts grew bigger and bigger until they were the size of melons. Finally, the seven minutes mark neared. She wrapped her act up and hit the stop button.
"I'm waiting for you, baby. Mommy loves you..."
She sent the email with both the merger files with the video attachments and with a satisfied sigh, sat back on the floor.
Looking around, she noticed she made quite a mess. She was sitting in a puddle of milk surrounded by empty cans.
She absentmindedly lifter her breasts to her mouth and started suckling on her nipples.
"Ugh...That was cheesy, to say the least..."
She replayed the video. Did people really find that fetish attractive ? The thought of her son watching this came to her mind and lingered there for a while. Before she realized it, one of her hand had moved down south. The soft moan of pleasure she let out snapped her out of it. She quickly pushed aside this dirty thought.
"Well, I've done my part. I hope Mewtwo isn't having as much trouble as I had...What am I talking about, those are just stairs. What could happen ?"
Milie was annoyed. Admittedly, she was more irritated that everything had decided to work against them on possibly the most important day of their careers rather than she was mad at her colleague. Mewtwo on the other hand still felt the hot waves of shame wash over her. Lost in the moment, she let her powers go haywire and she hoped to Arceus it didn't already cost them their jobs.
As they arrived in their office, Mewtwo dropped the ruined pile of papers in the nearest trashcan.
"Alright, let's get your laptop running, shall we ?" asked Milie.
Mewtwo took the machine out of her briefcase and turned it on. After entering her password, the main desktop showed up. The background picture was a photo of her with some other pink Pokémon, a child, who resembled her a lot, except for her deep, green eyes.
"Is this your daughter ?" Mewtwo heard over her shoulder.
"Yes. It's an old picture though. She's in her teen years now."
"She looks cute...and a whole lot like you." Milie commented. Mewtwo smiled.
"Okay, so here is the original file. All 450 pages of it...You can use this program for video recordings. It's already set at maximum resolution and quality."
"Good. Thank you. There's a staircase at the end of the corridor. Roof access is on the last floor, obviously. And remember, no elevators. I'm not taking any more chances today. You should go now, it's quite a climb."
"O-okay...Sorry again about all this."
"Hey !" Mewtwo was already half-way out the door when that authoritative tone startled her. She turned around and before she knew it, Milie was kissing her again. Their warm breasts pressed against each other. Caught off guard, she soon returned the embrace. When their lips finally parted, a small string of saliva still connected their mouth. Milie caressed Mewtwo's cheek.
"I'm not mad at you, alright ?" she whispered.
"Understood. At least you know how to get your point across effectively."
They both chuckled.
"Okay I better go now. See you in a bit. If my laptop locks up again, the password is written under the CD-Rom tray."
"Got it. See you soon." Milie replied.
Milie closed the laptop and took it with her, out of the office. She made her way to the part of the floor that was under renovation. While walking there, she hoped that so-called "company approved printing service" was still open. She thought about what she could say and do to get top priority. As she walked past one of those Chaos Cola dispensers Management had the niceness to provide, an idea came to her.
"Maybe I can use this to get bonus points", she thought.
She hit the button half-a-dozen times and as many cans fell off the shelves into the bottom compartment. She put most of them on the laptop, that she used as a tray. Unfortunately, it was too small to hold them all. She squeezed one of them between her breasts and put the last one under her chin.
She finally reached the closed-off area. She carefully stepped over the black and yellow barricade tapes, barely balancing her load. She let out a frustrated groan when she realized what stood between her and her camera-free broom closet. Tools were lying around, in complete disarray, Stepladders every few meters, with either paint buckets or dropped-ceiling tiles propped on top. The walls had been sand-papered down and only bare plaster remained. A cold draft made her nipples hard. The crew was apparently replacing windows as well and didn't quite finish the job yet, judging by the faint sound of rain hitting the tarps outside.
Reluctantly, she stepped forward and tried to navigate this mess the best she could. A mere five steps later, she stepped on some epoxy tubes she didn't see and walked right into the resulting puddle. The soles of her shoes were soon caked in the substance and after two additional steps, said shoes were permanently soldered to the floor. After a minute of struggle and some very close calls balance-wise, Milie decided to abandon her shoes on the spot, at least for now. Taking one huge step, she felt the cold tiling beneath her feet.
Her next obstacle consisted of a tight squeeze between some portable generator and a glass window pane, propped against the wall. Lifting the laptop above her head, she faced the wall and started crab-walking her way through. Her breasts started rubbing on the immaculate glass with that typical sound of skin on dry glass. The glass panel was quite long. She saw the huge smudge trail she was leaving at chest height behind her. The cold surface against her already hard nipples sent shivers across her body. Thankfully, her breasts were big enough to keep the can between them snug and secure.
Next she had to crouch under two step ladders with a plank propped horizontally between them at shoulder height. If she didn't know better, Milie would have sworn this obstacle course was done on purpose. She cautiously lowered herself and as she was about to slowly walk under the unstable structure, she tripped against a coil of electrical cable that, again, escaped her field of view, what with holding the laptop and cans at chest height. She caught herself just in time, but she unfortunately nudged one of the stepladders in the process. The plank fell down on her head and a box of wing nuts spilled its content everywhere, especially in front of her.
She groaned in pain, not even having the luxury to rub her head. Her vision still somewhat blurry, she took a walked forward and stepped right on the definitely painful minefield she deployed ahead of her. Her reflexes still hazy, she took a quick step forward to rest her weight on an hopefully less painful surface, but it landed on some more of the metallic shapes. Another step, still more foot traps. And another, and another. Each step let a moan of pain out of her. Finally, her feet landed back on a cold but very much welcome flat surface.
"This is why we have a strict LEGO policy at home" she sighed.
Finally, she could see the broom closet. Behind yet another tight squeeze. It was definitely one of THOSE days, Milie concluded.
This time, she turned her back to the wall and tried to squeeze through. This was even tighter than before. About halfway through, her suit got caught in some hard copper wires sticking out of the wall. Luckily for her, no electricity was running through at the moment, but the fabric of her top was stuck, the pointy wires poking through it. She was getting sick and tired of all this. She tried stepping back a little, hoping to untangle this mess, but it had the exact opposite effect. She was stuck. Her hands were full.
"Only one thing left to do..." she thought while rolling her eyes.
She gave several tugs, doing her best to keep the cans from falling on the ground. With each tug came a loud sound of ripped fabric. Finally, her clothes gave way and she was left with a huge tear on the back of her suit. She angrily stomped towards the janitor closet. Once inside, she dropped everything she was carrying on a discarded desk chair and took a few minutes to compose herself. She wiped the plaster dust off her breasts and hair, removed her clothes and took a look around, noting the position of the light.
" Okay, I could set the laptop on this chair, move it here and kneel down over there" she thought.
She set the cans beside her, opened the laptop and turned it on again. After a few seconds, the screen displayed the authentication page.
"Under the CD tray, huh ?"
She pushed a button on the side of the machine and a small compartment popped off. Under was a small label. It read "J@m3$_K0j!rO_4.1.4".
After typing the password, she set up the recording software and adjusted the webcam. Luckily for her, the Wi-Fi network was still available here. She decided to quickly check on the company's Intranet if she could find more info about that printing service. After a few clicks, the computer displayed the homepage of a very serious looking business. She let a relieved sigh out when she read it was indeed a 24/7 kind of service. She quickly looked through the Q&A section and one entry grabbed her attention.
"How to maximize my chances to qualify for Top Priority processing ?
Beg, be sincere, be creative ! Start your video with clear and concise details about your order and quickly move to the begging part. While complete creative freedom is left to the client, this company rates "Mother/Son" types of begging very highly. If you are a female customer, assume your son is running this company and go from here."
"Well, at least I have some pointers, now..." Milie thought."This also explains the e-mail address."
She knelt back down on the cold concrete floor and reviewed what she was going to do. She had to state today's date, beg and be creative...for seven minutes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She shivered a little. It was hard to tell if it was because she was nervous at the idea of knowingly blackmailing herself in hopes she could save her career or if it was because the AC was off in this part of the building and the cold drafts from outside seeped under the door. Although she DID warm up her freezing colleague earlier with nothing more than her naked body, she was still under the effect of the Chaos Cola she previously ingested and such effects included raised body temperature.
She glanced at the cans of Chaos Cola. Earlier that day, when the AC was blowing air as hot as it could possibly produce without catching on fire, she had drank several cans, hoping to quench her thirst and cool down her hot, sweaty, fur-covered body. This resulted in getting her colleague's suit soaked in milk and leaving her feeling twice as hot. Thank god for that Heal Burn Mewtwo provided...
"Let's hope whoever is behind this printing service isn't lactose intolerant... Alright. Let's do this. Keep it professional...Well, as much as naked begging goes."
She cracked a can open and chugged it down. By the time she leaned forward to hit the record button, she could already feel a warm sensation in her chest. She cleared her throat.
"This video is being recorded on the 16th of Mobtober, and it is currently 6:21 PM."
Already, she could feel a drop of milk running down her right breast.
"I work for a multi-national company and I need your help. I need a 450 pages merger document printed. It is of utmost importance...My career and others depend on it."
She grabbed another can and downed it as fast as she could.
"This document is so important and I am so desperate that I am willing to accept your conditions. I am in no position to make demands, that's why I'm begging you." she joined her hand in a pleading motion, between her slowly expanding breasts.
"Please. I beg you. Print this document for me and deliver it on the roof of my company's HQ...The address is on page 1. Please...I need it as soon as you can possibly deliver it ! I would do anything to keep this job..."
As her milk was slowly dropping on her legs, she grabbed a third can. A few seconds later, it was tossed aside, empty.
"Okay time to begin that mother/son begging nonsense" she thought.
"Miles...Mommy needs you right now...If you do this little favor for Mommy, I'll let you play with these" she lifted her lactating bosom. "Anywhere, anytime...Look, Mommy will keep drinking those so they never run out...Just for you..."
She grabbed two more cans and chugged them both straight down.
"You're my own little boy. I love you very much, you know that ? You can have my whole body. Touch me anywhere you like. I'll sleep with you every night. I'll never wear clothes at home ever again. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
With each passing minute, she drank another can. With each passing minute her breasts grew bigger and bigger until they were the size of melons. Finally, the seven minutes mark neared. She wrapped her act up and hit the stop button.
"I'm waiting for you, baby. Mommy loves you..."
She sent the email with both the merger files with the video attachments and with a satisfied sigh, sat back on the floor.
Looking around, she noticed she made quite a mess. She was sitting in a puddle of milk surrounded by empty cans.
She absentmindedly lifter her breasts to her mouth and started suckling on her nipples.
"Ugh...That was cheesy, to say the least..."
She replayed the video. Did people really find that fetish attractive ? The thought of her son watching this came to her mind and lingered there for a while. Before she realized it, one of her hand had moved down south. The soft moan of pleasure she let out snapped her out of it. She quickly pushed aside this dirty thought.
"Well, I've done my part. I hope Mewtwo isn't having as much trouble as I had...What am I talking about, those are just stairs. What could happen ?"
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