Equality of outcum

The problem with success is growth. By the time the company grew to ten people including 2 women, she spent a large portion of her time fucking the staff. People outside the company could also be enrolled into the equality of outcum program. This included selected members of building security and some special clients. That she was still the only one only allowed to cum after everyone else came still didn’t strike her as unusual. 

To keep track of her “right to cum”’ schedule, another brainstorming session determined that the best way was for everyone to sign her boobs after they came. To make it visible she had to buy tops that showed lots of cleavage and wear push-up bras. This was probably the part where things got overtly public. As she walked around the office, went to lunch, got coffee at the barista the fact that more and more signatures were accumulating on her boobs was on public display. The novelty of constantly changing patterns of ink on her breasts meant that people spent more time gazing at her breasts than even the double D cleavage could account for. Of course the story of what had to happen for her boobs to get clean quickly spread. Having everyone in the vicinity know when she came made her flushed and blushing and even more horny. 

By this time it was difficult for her to cum daily. She slept with a different person every evening. She barely lived in her own flat anymore. She kept losing her access cards.  She found ways to fuck up to five people during the day. This meant that it took her on average almost 2 days to cum. And still, the company grew. By the time they reached 16 people, there was not enough space on the top of her boobs to show all the signatures. For some inexplicable reason solutions requiring people to make smaller signatures or use codes were never contemplated. In dismay, she saw the brainstorming session focus all the energy on how to get her bigger boobs rather than if she should have bigger boobs. 

At this point, she was having sex constantly. The fascination with her boobs meant she was constantly being milked, groped or just casually played with. Naturally, she started lactating. One group was in favour of hormone treatments and a milking schedule to increase her milk production arguing that she would gain at least another cup size. The other group favoured implants. A compromise was reached. They did both.

As serendipity would have it, one of the companies they worked with was founded by two breast-obsessed plastic surgeons inventing novel new breast augmentation surgeries. For their clients, they focussed on getting the most naturally looking, naturally moving, long-lasting and fast healing procedures possible. 3-D printing breast material with the client's own cells meant they could forgo using saline and silicon and implant biological scaffolding allowing the breasts to grow naturally and shapely. The end result was so beautiful and stylish that Elke lost her initial revulsion for the process. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to put up a fight. 

“Any other business?”. Dave was chairing the weekly committee meeting. Elke was proud of how fast and decisive their leadership team was. Business was good and they were committed and prioritised. However, once the formal agenda items were finished the dreaded “other business” always tended to focus on her. Angie was clearly in a particularly vindictive mood today. 

“It has been a month since we agreed to solve the space problem with our cum-ban board”. 

Marius snickered. It was he who suggested the agile technique of using a Kanban board to track Elke’s “work items” on her chest. Given that she was not allowed to cum until all the tasks were completed it was literally a “cum ban”. Given that Kanban means signboard in Japanese, “signing the board” has become the company euphemism for fucking Elke. 

“Since then”, Angie said looking accusingly at Elke, “very little progress has been made. I think we are owed a status update Elke”.

Fully prepared Elke played her first card. “As you all know the details of the procedure and final product” she said, keeping the wording excessively formal, “it should come as no surprise that costs are very high even taking into account the generous discount our clients factored in. I am afraid I do not have sufficient resources to fund this project”. She waited in anticipation for the inevitable challenge to show her figures. Nothing like cold hard data to win an argument. She couldn’t wait to kill this thing with a flurish.

Interrupting her reverie Klaus was first to the post: “Well of course we did not expect you to fund this yourself. I’ve been working on the company finances and, with the team's approval, I am sure we can allocate the desired funds to acquire these assets on the company's behalf.” Given how eagerly Klaus participated in the equality program now Elke was not in the least surprised. A year earlier it would have been unthinkable for the cold-calculated CFO to contemplate using company money for anything other than necessities. The unsubtle hint that the assets would belong to the company, and by implication, not her, was not lost on her. If she hadn’t been so confident in her numbers this would’ve been unsettling, but she held the trump card.

Dave was next. She rolled her eyes, Dave always tried to relieve the stress by adding some outlandish sci-fi suggestions to the topic. Rolling her eyes she cast her gaze in his direction, and suddenly knew something was very wrong. Dave was all business. 

“Before you commit to too much Klaus, I think I may have found a way to make this affordable”. Ah, Dave was not ignorant of the cost then. 

“Another client of mine was looking into acquiring the breast printing technology for a whole new business. As you know, cows milk causes a lot of problems with lactose intolerance. Humans were never meant to drink milk from cows. However, nothing produces milk like cows. Using cell printing technology and some DNA manipulation they are trying to produce lactose-free milk from normal dairy cows. The process is clearly untested and there are quite a few unknowns. They have done some experiments on using human breast tissue in cows but the production rates were not satisfactory. In order to improve the product they need to do some human experimentation on the altered tissues.” Elke did not like at all where this was going. “ They are willing to forgo most of their fees for a substantial stake in the assets’. Assets, that dreaded word again.

Exasperated Elke presented her numbers to the group and let the reality sink in. Even with the substantial discount, and investment the figure still dwarfed Klause's budget. 

Elke relished the victory. Once again she proved to Angie who was in first place. 

“I could not help noticing”, Angie weighed in, “that a significant amount of the cost is for cosmetic purposes. Ensuring the the breasts look and behave naturally and grow in an appealing fashion. Weight and balance management, density and distribution. Multiple in-person ‘check-ups’. Nipple and areola control. My question is, given the experimental nature of this procedure can we not come to a different arrangement? Let’s say, ‘hypothetically’, that we actually wanted assets that looked fake and unnatural. Let’s say that we wanted them to look like the biggest, fakest, torpedo tits. I am talking, about unnaturally round, with extreme projection and large nipples. And we like them to bounce, move and jiggle like cats in a bag. Wouldn’t that save a lot of money? And if we enrol both companies in the equality of outcome program, I think the ‘check-ups’ should pay for themselves”, she added with a smile.

The mood in the room suddenly changed and Elke’s confidence evaporated. “NO”! Is all she could blurt out. 

“I can certainly propose that to the partners, and see if we can negotiate better fees, but I have to say, Angie, it might still not be enough”.

“There is another matter”, Angie said not losing momentum. “This slut keeps losing her access cards”. Slut? That was a huge escalation. Elke was fuming. She wanted to stand up and scream at Angie. She wanted to out her once and for all. But something held her back as the screams echoed in the back of her head.

“This is costing us a small fortune. There is another of my less concerning clients that are experimenting with biological wearable computers. If we allow them to implant and test some of their technologies we should have enough investment to make this happen”.

Elke was shocked wordless. Unable to believe what just happened. The vote was unanimous. Elke heard the celebrations, the congratulations and the fist pumps in a mental daze. This was a truly remarkable team and no obstacle was insurmountable. This couldn’t be happening. It is happening to someone else. 

After this things happened very fast. Teams of technicians, surgeons, and biologists worked with her. She knew the newly minted partners intimately well very soon. 

The first operation was the most invasive and she took several weeks to recover. Her breasts were now a full F, spilling out her tops. Ironically this did not end up solving the original problem. Given how much the team has grown to incorporate all the physical changes required there was still barely enough space for all the signatures, even at their new size. It took her 5 good days to fuck enough people to get to cum herself. 

Her breasts kept growing. As it turns out, combining wearable electronics with printed tissue and DNA hacking was the perfect recipe. The project was a huge success for all parties involved. With the notable exception of Elke. 

Her boobs were now completely telemeterised company assets, available to all but the lowest single member of the organisation. Her building access card, house keys, and electronic wallet were all embedded in her udders. The electronics could stimulate milk production around the clock. Her milk production was off the charts. 

For Elke, now being reduced to the transportation and logistics management for the new company assets, life started to revolve around her boobs. It was how she accessed the building, paid for things, and unlocked her car. Desperate to let down milk she had to log service requests for a milking through the company help desk and chase down the requests, often in person. She had to get people to sign off on countless unnecessary steps in the process. 

Her new chest affected her sense of balance. She was constantly aware of the moving mass on her chest and her new, always erect, ultra-sensitive nipples, constantly leaking milk incessantly rubbing on her shirts. Sadly for Elke this was only some of the hardware changes. Soon she would discover the other changes Angie installed. But that is not the biggest surprise waiting for Elke.  With modern hardware installed Elke was about to be introduced to software (and firmware) upgrades.