Equality of outcum

People spend most of their lives clothed. Sleep in pajamas. Naked only for a quick shower, maybe 30 minutes of sex if lucky. On average most people spend more than 23 out of 24 hours covered by either clothes or bed sheets or both. For most people this is a good thing.

Elke, however, spent most of her time naked. She slept naked. Usually with her date for the evening. Often her second date of the evening. The logistics of carrying pajamas ceased to make sense a long time ago. The most important thing  in her overnight bag being the portable milking machine she used to get her nightly milking. 

Clothed only for an hour or two commuting to work before she was soon naked again, either being strip-searched by security or exercising naked  in the company gym. Naked for the morning standup. Naked for various meetings in private offices throughout the day. Naked for her lunch time dates. Often naked for the evening social activities. Ironically, the one building where she was mostly covered was the strip club. 

Today Elke was wearing a beautiful crimson dress courtesy of the company. It showed the usual amount of cleavage as per company rules, but covered her shoulders back and reached half way down her thighs. Practically modest! Comparatively. This clothing concession was granted to her for the grand unveiling. Finally Elke would see what the staff produced during her marathon suckathon. Whatever it was, it was clearly good for staff morale. People were excited. Ideas were created, complications ensued, were overcome, and victory was palpable. 

Elke stood in front of her new workstation. The entire station was covered in a red table cloth, ready for the big unveiling. Elke, as the chief social officer, had to make a customary speech thanking everyone for their efforts and emphasising the teamwork and camaraderie. Usually Elke would know exactly what was achieved and would have prepared a rousing, inspiring speech. This time she had no idea what it was, safe that it had something to do with solving her supposed back problem.  

“Could I have your attention please!” Elkes imposing voice boomed over the room. She was speaking with the same open throated, confident, melodious tone she spent years cultivating. What stopped it having the desired effect was the snakelike tongue she desperately tried to contain in her mouth. What actually left her mouth sounded more like: “Coulth I have you-rrrr athenthion pleathe”. The room quieted down. After the last sniggers subsided she pressed ahead fighting the anaconda for every syllable. 

“Thank you everyone. I can’t tell you how proud I am to be part of such a talented workforce. It was great to see everyone be so creative, industrious and innovative. I know this new product will be a big success in the market!” Uproarious laughter ensued. It was a line she used in many of her previous hackathon speeches. Hackathons often led to new products that the group ended up selling or spinning off into a side venture. She assumed this new take on an ergonomic workstation would be no different. The spontaneous laughter was the first clue that this product was maybe a little more bespoke than previous iterations. Elke started to realise that she was going to be the butt of yet another elaborate innovation.

Klaus stepped up to present the new workstation. With a flourish he whipped the red tablecloth off. The new workstation didn’t look very innovative at first glance. A typical monitor, on a desk with one of those ergonomic kneeling chairs attached. The only thing remotely innovative was the swiss ball wedged between the V-shaped posts of the kneeling chair. 

Klaus motioned Elke over to start the demonstration. First she had to step into the chair and kneel on the knee pads. Klaus explained that this was to help her remain in good posture whilst seating. Before she could move back to rest her behind on the swiss ball Klaus unceremoniously flipped her short skirt over the ball. 

Ok, not unusual treatment considering what she was used to in the office, and she was not exposed in any way, which seemed nice. But there was just something odd about the way he did it. As she slid back the ball gave way adapting to her weight. The way the ball moved as she sat down allowed it to grab her thighs and cheeks and spread them open. Two phalluses slipped straight into her pussy and arsehole. 

Elke suppressed her momentary startle with no more than a slight involuntary bounce. So used was she to getting penetrated in every orifice that her body excepted the invaders with only a moments hesitation. The audience however, was primed for this response and reacted animatedly. “There we go!” Hollers and high fives. Elke blushed slightly but kept her composure. Ok, so this is not going to have mass market appeal, but it should make the juvenile workers who spend a day fantasising about this moment happy for a while. That didn’t mean that she was going to put on any more of a spectacle than absolutely necessary. 

She got it now. The bouncy ball would keep her posture upright, the angle of the phaluses would keep her pelvis in the right alignment and the bouncy ball would turn every slight movement into an impromptu masterbation session. Neat.

Elke turned her attention to the workstation. The monitor looked perfectly ordinary but there was no desk area. Klaus explained. “The problem with most workspaces is that you have to lean forwards to get to the keyboard on mouse. For someone with lower back pain this is a very bad posture. So our ingenious design allows us to move the keyboard to the center of gravity rather than the center of gravity to the keyboard. With this he pulled on the string behind Elke’s neck and the red dress fluttered down to her waist. Putting his hand on her lower back Klaus positioned her with the correct posture: back ramrod straight, but angled so that she is balanced on the ball by the weight of her giant tits. No real innovation was demonstrated.

Elke’s breasts were reprogrammed so that the nerves on the bottom of her tits formed an upside down keyboard. This way she never had to reach with her arms and so could remain perfectly balanced. The correct typing position was with the palms of her hands pressing up under her pendulous boobs, as if in offering, and her fingers punching up into the titflesh, causing ripples to cascade through them in interesting patterns. With her hands inverted like this it was not possible for her thumbs to be used to hit the SPACE bar. This is where the synergistic nature of the workstation started to become clear. To press space she had to bounce hard on the swiss ball until her bottom hit the pad inside the ball. With this arrangement she had to constantly keep bouncing on the ball between every word, driving the phalluses up and down inside her. 

What of the mouse? In order to move the mouse Elke had to use her cunt muscles to grip the sides of the rod inside her pussy. By gripping the rod tightly and sliding up and down she could move the mouse cursor over the screen. By shifting her bodyweight whilst gripping and sliding  she could direct the movement of the cursor wherever she needed. Left click, just contract the cunt muscles sharply. Right click, contract the ring of her arsehole around the rod in her back. 

To hit Enter she had to grip both nipples between thumb and forefinger. Backspace or delete required her to grip both nipples firmly and twisting them by ninety degrees. The shift key was achieved by lifting both breasts up until the nipples pointed straight up. To press the Control key required her new tongue to firmly press on the tip of her nose. For ALT she had to press a finger right on her clit. Command required her to contract both pussy and arse muscles around the rods. To hit the TAB key she had to press her tongue firmly on the bottom of her chin. The Escape key required both nipples to be gripped at the base, and pulled forward until the nipple escaped from the grip. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the time to finally test our invention has finally arrived. Lets give Elke a few hours to get acquainted with the new workstation and then we will meet here to review.”

Elke has been so well trained not to bring her hands close to her tits (company assets) that she had to have help to bring her hands into the correct typing position. Whenever she needed to type, access was granted for her to touch the company assets but only for the purpose of typing.

To train Elke on her new ergonomic typing skills a special training text was designed to make sure every key in the new keyboard was exercised. She had to type one sequence 20 times against a timer. The, bump, quick, bump, brown, bump, fos. Ouch! For every error the rods in her nethers shocked her. Grab nipples and twist - backspace. Fox, bounce, jumps, bump,  over the lazy dog. Move the cursor to a target on the screen. Grip, feel the rod rub over her insides, G-spot tightly squeezed against the ribbed dildo. Left click. Move cursor again. Right click. Grip both nipples - Enter. Timer ran out, too slow, shock in the tits. Again. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy fox. Click targets. Target resets. Grip both nipples, sharply pull them out. Escape. Start again. Command, TAB, ALT. Pussy and arse clench tightly. Tongue on the bottom of the chin. Finger on clit. Ouch. Touching clit is not enough. Need to be pressed down and rubbed vigorously. Control+Enter to start. Tongue on nose, squeeze nipples. Now upper case. THE QUICK …. Over and over Elke had to perform the choreographed typing performance to the metronomic tick of the timer. Sweat was pouring off her body. Not only from the strain of the constant bouncing, but the stimulation on all her erroneous zones, the humiliation, the effort to please. She wanted to cum so badly. 

After a quick break it was time for the review. Elke assured the staff that this was the most stimulating invention yet, to great applause. She was greatly relieved that, due to her current duties, she did not have to spend that much time typing.

“Thanks everyone. Given the success of stage one, we can now proceed to test stage two”, Klaus announced. Stage two? There is more? Elke was silently cursing the industrious staff. A pair of spectacles were presented. Elke put them on. 

“Now, as we all know, another unique Elke problem is mobile phone usage. Due to the size of these udders she is forced to always hold her mobile up in front of her, putting more strain on her lower back. So the next solution completely does away with her mobile device”. Two objects were inserted in her nether holes. Using her phone would now use the same ergonomic typing techniques as her workspace. Elke spent a considerable time on her mobile phone. This was going to make mobile phone use a sexual torture. 

“These smart glasses will now fulfil the function of her mobile screen and typing works similar to the workstation. But that is not all. A few of you mentioned that you enjoyed the time Elke was getting used to her new extra sensory perception. You enjoyed seeing her search around by swinging these tits around.” Klaus produced two clamps and attached them to Elke’s nipples. They pinched sharply, making Elke gasp. “On these clamps we have attached two cameras. They livestream video to a processing unit inside Elkes tits. These units do image stabilisation, constructing a somewhat clear image and will send these up to the smart glasses. This means that Elke will now see the world from the unique vantage point of her own tits.”

Elke was suddenly disorientated as the smart glasses activated. Her body had been facing the audience but her head had been looking sideways at Klaus. Suddenly the audience was right in front of her and from a lower angle. To make things worse her nipples were not pointing in the same direction. One was pointing to the left and upwards and the other to the right and straight. The picture undulated in rhythm with her breathing.  

Suddenly her right eye stared straight into Klaus's smiling face. He had grabbed her tit and pointed her nipple at him. “A fantastic, successful hackathon, don’t you agree Elke?”