Aaron couldn’t believe this was happening. Tiffany had found his fantasy blog and her prominent role in it. She had read all the nasty things he dreamed of doing to her. Not only that, she had brought it straight to their boss Mr. Berkshire. And now he was firing Aaron while Tiffany gloated. He wasn’t ready for this yet!
What Tiffany hadn’t realized was that they weren’t fantasy stories. They were plans on what he would do once he fully developed his reality warping powers. He’d been working on developing them for years. But the most he’d been brave enough to try was changing tuna fish to beluga caviar in his apartment. He’d been working his way up to changing his cat into a dog but he always lost his nerve and left Ms. Fluffybutt mewing at him in confusion.
But now, he was going to lose his job and no doubt Tiffany was going to plaster his ‘sick fantasies’ all over social media. Everyone would know. He’d never get another job or another date. It was now or never.
He tuned out Mr. Birkshire’s lecture and focused like he’d never focused before.
And Tiffany transformed…
“Really, it’s my own fault, Mr. Berkshire,” the bimbofied Tiffany confessed. “I’m always prancing around in these little skirts, showing off my ass. And of course, there’s my titties! <giggle> I’m not mad that Aaron was writing that stuff about me. I’m just mad he never ever DOES any of it! I’m so horny all the time but none of the guys around here are brave enough to hit on me so I just end up masturbating behind my desk!”
“What the hell just happened here?” Mr. Birkshire demanded after a moment of being speechless.
“I was explaining that I don’t want Aaron fired,” Tiffany explained. “I just want him to fuck me.”
“It worked. Holy shit it worked,” Aaron said, looking Tiffany’s bimbo body up and down in ineffable joy.
“What worked?” Mr. Birkshire demanded. “What happened to Tiffany?”
Aaron at last notice that the blonde bombshell wasn’t the only other person in the room.
“This worked,” he said, concentrating on his boss.
“There’s no reason you couldn’t give Tiffany what she needs, is there Aaron?” his stacked boss asked. “I mean, you are anatomically capable, I hope?”
“Oh yes, Ms. Birkshire,” he told her, his anatomic capability threatening to rip a hole in his slacks. “Very capable. And I’d have taken care of Tiffany a long time ago if I knew how easy it was.”
Tiffany giggled and pranced about in her heels.
“I’m SO easy!” she assured them both.
“Well, that all got settled much easier than expected,” Ms. Birkshire said happily. “You really have a talent for negotiation, Aaron. Would you consider being the head of HR? I mean, I would need to interview you in private. But once I’ve seen for myself how…capable…you are, the promotion is a foregone conclusion.”
And so, having satisfied Tiffany’s complaint and quite literally nailed his interview, Aaron found himself head of Human Resources.
Of course, his first order of business was to make some changes in the department.
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