Equality of outcum

Elke was making her way through the office. This in itself was not unusual. As chief sex officer she was constantly moving through the office, looking to “support” employees wherever she could. At other times she would look for people assigned by the IT support system to “help” her with her various requests, such as getting permission to piss or to help her with “lactation research”. On a normal day Elke would get up from her desk, quickly do a scan of the local floor to spot whatever employees the system assigned for the current task. If she could not find them she would climb five flights of stairs to check the meeting rooms. If that failed she would climb another 2 floors to scan the cafeteria. Then descend 8 floors to check the lobby and library and finally descend another floor to check the gym in the basement. For tasks that involved multiple steps (like milking) upon finding the desired person and fulfilling said request, she had to make her way all the way back to her desk to find out what new set of random people she had to track down. 

Today Elke was navigating the office with her extra sensual perception. She wasn’t navigating the room with her eyes. This would be obvious to any random observer by the blindfold she was wearing. This same random observer would see Elke set off in a direction for a couple of steps and suddenly stop before some obstacle like a wall or desk. Then she would turn her chest from side to side while ululating her tummy to shake her enhanced booballoons in tiny circles like a clumsy wannabe bellydancer. At this point the random observer will be momentarily distracted by the shiny spectacle of two melon sized boobs, unnaturally perky, topped by large long elongated nipples poking through a very low cut top. The random observer will likely be distracted from his distraction by noticing rows of signatures in black ink arranged on both of the giant orbs. Whilst some part of his mind will be parsing the signatures, scanning front to back some other part of his mind will appreciate the shape of these wonders. Narrow at base growing quickly into large big balloons, just touching in the middle, big enough to be seen from behind. Some part of his mind will do a quick calculation and fail to comprehend how boobs of this size could project upwards in outwards in this way. Another part of his brain will observe how the boobs project from the middle to form an exaggerated point towards the nipple. An image of a torpedo might briefly flash in his mind before he will be awakened from his distraction to continue his previous distraction trying to make sense of how these breasts move in a way that is simultaneously natural but grotesquely exaggerated. At this point the random observer might realise that he was spending far more time being distracted than he realised and crash out of the dreamworld to find himself shamefully open mouthed and vacant staring foolishly down at as set of giant boobs that has been coming towards him all this time, propelled by a woman wearing a blindfold showing no indication at all that she is aware her path is blocked by the now wrongfooted random observer. Steeling himself for the inevitable collision, helplessly entranced by the spectacle before him, and surprised at the speed of the approach he would be further surprised by the sudden slamming on of the breaks of the women. The boobs that were bouncing from side to side like large living jellies, would elongate from the sudden deceleration as if to reach out to him from the woman whose body had already stopped dead moments earlier. The low cut top would perform an honest miracle keeping the boobs from spilling out as waves of movement would slosh through them alternating front to back. Again he would see Elke turn her torso from side to side, shaking and bouncing her boobs. She would narrow her about turns. Zooming in on a direction. Almost as if she was sniffing the air. But with her nipples. Finally seeming to have found a new direction she would set off at speed.

To make Elke’s life “easier” the company devised an ingenious new navigation system. No longer did she have to traverse multiple floors to track down someone she was looking for. No longer did she have to trudge back and forth to her terminal to set up the next step in a process. She could now be expertly guided by the internal navigation software. Now, given that in Elke’s dress code there weren’t any allowance for her to carry any extra equipment, like say a phone or a terminal, to help guide her she now had a series of actuators, vibrators and Tens units permanently installed in strategic places in her voluptuous body. With these sensors she could now sense instantly in which direction her quarry was and how far away. 

The problem, as Dave explained at the performance meeting, was that Elke only received her new sense only the day before while her other senses had been with her for 30 years. 

“As a hypnotist”. “Amateur” someone coughed. Sniggers around the table.

“As a hypnotist”, Dave pressed on regardless, “I know only too well how the familiar senses can overwhelm the mind trying to adapt and change to a new situation. So I suggest, to help Elke master her new skills, that we should eliminate distractions from other competing signals".

Elke drew a sharp breath. Struggling to get over this latest shock and trying to formulate a coherent retort. It wasn’t just the audacity of this latest plan that left her speechless. Drawing a sharp breath was all it took to set her giant melons moving about her chest with all the sensations that overfilled and undermilked udders sent through her overstimulated body. This hesitation was all it took for this roller coaster of thought to accelerate.

“Blindfold”. “Blackout contact lenses”. “Rubber hood”. “Noise cancelling earphones”. “Meta quest goggles”. Suggestions came thick and fast. In the end pragmatism won over and a simple blindfold was added to her ensemble. Off coarse for this “privilege” she had to sacrifice another piece of clothing. The minimiser bra that she has been using to try and stabilise her chest for the sake of her sensitive nipples, had to go. Just as well. Cause as it turns out she would need those same nipples to be painfully erect for the antenna’s embedded in them to sense where she was going. Her new way of navigating required her to see the the world from a new vantage point, that of her ample chest.