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Build-A-Partner: Experimental Tech, Part 8
🕑 Added 2023-12-01 12:56:06 +0000 UTCPART 8
Despite everything that had happened that afternoon there was still a part of both Nick and Sabrina’s brains that viscerally reacted to the harsh sound of Florence’s incredulous scream. It was the sort of shriek that the older woman usually saved for the most supreme fuck-ups; shattered coffee pots, massively bungled orders, and - as the pair had just found out - walking in on two of her employees in the middle of a sexual liaison. Nick and Sabrina hastily untangled themselves, with Nick attempting to pull his pants up despite the twelve-inches of rock hard cock impeding him. He pivoted his body away from their manager to try and maintain a shred of modesty but he knew there was no way he was going to be able to hide his erection. Even after he managed to stuff it into his jeans it was clearly outlined against the denim, snaking down his leg and forcing him into an awkward wide stance. It was that or risk it straining his zipper, and his pants weren’t designed to handle a lewd bulge of that size.
Plus it would’ve been really uncomfortable.
Sabrina slunk back against the wall and used her apron to wipe away the spit she still had smeared around her mouth, but it was going to be more difficult cleaning her smudged makeup. Between the blowjob and Nick’s fingering of her sensitive lips all of the strawberry-flavored gloss had been rubbed off, and even with the anxiety of getting chewed out by her boss Sabrina still fiddled with the tube of the substance she kept in her pocket. It was a compulsion, the same as how she sucked her plump bottom lip under the top one, nibbling on it to soothe her nerves.
“We have a line out the door,” Flo continued, her posture leaning in aggressively. “And you two are back here, half-naked instead of doing your fucking jobs!”
Well, that wasn’t fair. Only Nick was half-naked, but Sabrina didn’t think it was the time to try and correct the furious woman.
“Jesus, Nick, tie your apron around your waist before a customer calls in a fucking harassment case against you!” She growled while pointing at his crotch.
Even the threat of losing his job wasn’t enough to rob him of his hard-on; not much could, the boy considering this to just be a momentary diversion before he could go back to taking care of his needy dick. While he complied with the order from their disgusted manager he was forced to place the P.A.D. down on the shelf behind him, and Sabrina’s eyes immediately darted to the unattended device. Attention wasn’t on her at the moment and unlike her perpetually-horny coworker she could still think somewhat critically. A minimum-wage gig slinging lattes for yuppies on their way to the local office park was nothing compared to the power that little rectangle possessed. So, while Nick was trying to stammer out an embarrassed excuse she swiped it and tucked it into her pocket unnoticed.
“Look, Flo, we were just-” Nick didn’t even finish his sentence before she cut him off.
“Shut. It.”
The creases of age on her face deepened with her anger and her arms crossed over her flabby midsection, her company polo shirt doing little to hide her weight. The years hadn’t been kind to Florence, both on her body and on her overall attitude. No one wanted to be stuck managing a chain coffeehouse in their mid-40’s; Sabrina had met their regional manager a few times and he was easily a decade younger than Flo. The window for upward movement had closed for her and she had always been keen to take it out on her employees, though Sabrina had to admit that it was somewhat justified in this case.
‘Just a little…’ the younger girl thought to herself while stealing one last glimpse at the imprint of Nick’s cock before he hid it behind his apron. She didn’t exactly regret going down on a coworker while she was on the clock; in fact, she had lost her first job by pulling a similar stunt. It was a good thing Bean Roasters didn’t care about references. Sabrina was more embarrassed about getting caught; she knew that they should have been stealthier, maybe taking it to a locked bathroom and not being so loud. But the power that the P.A.D. gave her also made her careless, but what was she supposed to do? Not suck Nick’s cock after she had super-sized it? It seemed like a waste if she didn’t.
Flo opened her mouth to continue her tirade but it was her turn to be interrupted, this time by a muffled but still very audible:
BZZZTT!
It stopped the manager in her tracks and was a sobering reminder for Nick, who suddenly realized that he no longer had the P.A.D. in his possession. Now Flo’s fury was redirected at Sabrina, the scrawny teen only able to offer a meek smile as she braced herself for the shouting session that she was in for, full lips curling nervously.
“Was that your fucking phone?” She seethed in a low voice, which was somehow more intimidating than when she was yelling.
“Uhh…” Sabrina couldn’t think of an excuse, eyes widening a little in worry and glancing over to Nick for some kind of help.
They made eye contact, but Nick didn’t look concerned. Instead he looked… expectant. It puzzled Sabrina for a moment but even with her boss ready to rip her apart she could put the clues together. Nick hadn’t actually used the P.A.D., had he? What could he have possibly changed? Racking her brain didn’t turn up any obvious answers but the possibility that something had slipped by without her noticing was concerning.
BZZZTT!
Sabrina ripped the device out of her pocket, its vibrations not helping her process the current situation. It was showing her manager on its display, ‘FLORENCE HOFFMAN’, but more alarmingly it was already flashing ‘INPUT SELECTED’ by the time it cleared her pocket.
Picking up on Sabrina’s thoughts, it was already altering Flo’s appearance; at first the teen thought that her boss was just getting a makeover, the wrinkles on the older woman’s face becoming less prominent, worry lines fading and the dark bags under her eyes smoothing out. It was like she actually bothered with a skincare routine now, got enough sleep, and didn’t spend all her time scowling at her horny, incompetent employees - but then Sabrina noticed her hair. Flo’s frizzy hair was done up in a messy bun, but the streaks of gray that ran through it were turning back to their natural muddy brown, then deepened into rich dark auburn locks that fell around her shoulders when the elastic holding them up vanished. Excess weight fell off of her formerly dumpy body, her doughy midsection pinching inwards and causing her polo to billow like an oversized tarp for a moment before it also shrunk to accommodate her new size. She looked healthy, with enough meat on her to accentuate her hips and give her thighs and a butt that pleasantly filled out her slacks. Florence’s bust shrank a little as she shed the pounds, leaving her with modest breasts, but the biggest change was to her face. The fat around her neck and her jowly cheeks tightened up, dramatically changing her jawline and showing prominent cheekbones that had been hidden for years.
Sabrina was surprised at how good Flo looked, and fully expected that to be the extent of the changes, but as her manager continued to morph in front of her she realized that this wasn’t a simple makeover. Florence looked younger because she was younger, the clock rolling back through the years and undoing the harsh toll that time had taken on the woman. She looked to be entering her 20’s now, closer in age to Nick as a vibrancy returned to her eyes, their sunken stare now bright and youthful. She lost even more weight, the mature curves starting to melt off and her clothing changing yet again, not just resizing but fully transforming. Her polo changed from the off-white color that indicated management into the same seafoam blue that the floor employees wore, and an apron wrapped itself around her more slender frame - still not as skinny as Sabrina, but much thinner than she had been just a few moments ago. A smattering of makeup applied itself to her teenage features, and if Sabrina had to guess Florence’s backwards trip through time had left them the same age.
Flo blinked, clearly unsure of what she had been trying to say now that all of the anger and contempt had evaporated from her. The weight of decades of stress and disappointment had simply never happened to the bubbly teen, and for the first time since Sabrina had met her…
…Flo smiled.
“Wow! That’s, like, a really thin phone,” Florence said in an airy voice that lacked the bite that Sabrina had grown used to.
“Yeah, so, uh… You won’t tell anyone about this, will you Flo?” Nick asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Sabrina noticed that his uniform had changed as well; it was like he had swapped with their former manager, sporting the white polo she used to wear now that he clearly held seniority over the younger girl. The entire situation had changed - rather than getting busted by their boss, one of Nick’s subordinates had walked in on him in a compromising position. Sabrina’s head swam; the dynamic of the store had changed dramatically and she was having some difficulty keeping up.
“That depends!” Flo chirped with a sly smirk. “Can I have tomorrow off?”
Comments
Sean Rennie
Seriously! That's my favorite part too! Such a hot premise.
Hugh Michelsen
I’m also greatly enjoying this. I love the device changing hands, and the lack of awareness.
BAP Inc
I try to update with at least one chapter every week, but I usually end up writing every day so it's often more than that!
Sean Rennie
Seriously! Keep this one up! It's so freaking good! Do you have a planned release set up for more of this one?
