Equality of outcum

The rest of the morning was more routine. The humiliation of the morning combined with the repeated edging on Sunday had made her desperate to cum. She set off to start working on this week's sex quota with a vigour and reckless abandon that surprised even Marius, who by now thought he proved mathematically that she was a total slut. By the time the weekly executive committee meeting started she already had 4 signatures displayed on her breasts. 4 down, 24 to go.

As she entered the room to take her seat she immediately got the “rise” signals from her nether regions. Instinctively she straightened her posture and rose to her toes. Her 4 inch heels are not providing enough support. As everyone filed in and sat down she was left demurely standing by the table on her tip toes. As Dave gestured to her seat she made another attempt to lower herself but the jolt of electricity in the cunt made it clear down was not a direction on the menu. She shrugged. Klaus started the meeting. Everyone's eyes were on her like she was in a display case. Angie made a show of relaxing back in her seat. Dave started playing with his phone. When her calves got tired she tentatively lowered her heels to the floor. There was no punishment, no signal. But rather than sit down at the table she just kept standing there.

The meeting was a long one. Soon Elke standing quietly by the side of the table was normalised. As the minutes dragged by fewer glances came her way. She was starting to feel the normal boredom set in. She stifled a yawn. It was incredible how with a mere shrug all the weight seemed to have slidden off her shoulders. How on earth did she get to this point? The constant sexual desire, the slowly escalating staircase of humiliation and normalisation finally culminating in her complete surrender the previous day. It didn’t feel like surrender. Not at the time. It was a software glitch, a crisis that had to be managed. It was normal, somehow. Yet slowly but surely as they day progressed she just gave in to the control. She was used to being on display by now. She craved not only to satisfy her sexual need, but the humiliation and arousal that together gave her a powerful high. A month ago she would’ve thrown a complete temper tantrum at being treated this way. She would’ve screamed and yelled. She would’ve said she is not some techno voodoo doll for them to play with. She would’ve demanded they take all the implants out.  She would have walked out. Now she merely rode out the boring meeting relishing the humiliation and the warm pulse in her cunt. She was being so. So. Searching around for the right word. Pragmatic. She was being fair. She treated everyone equally. Every step made sense.    

An hour into the 3 hour session she felt a sensation in her left breast. Almost like the feeling of invisible fingers the software used to indicate “up”. But not quite the same. It was more like her nipple was being pulled to  the left. This was different from the signal that directed her movements through her flat yesterday. Suddenly alert, she tried to figure out what the new feeling meant. As she was used to by now, inaction caused the feeling to rapidly intensify. She twisted her torso slightly  to the left. Standing on four inch heels with legs straight meant that her balance was very dependent on the huge weight of her new boobs. Moving her torso in this way meant that she had to lean back to counter the weight shifting on her chest. The feeling subsided. Unsure what to do she experimentally straightened out again. Nothing happened. Phew. 

She wasn’t at all surprised when the process repeated itself to the right. Gently it tucked her nipple and she pivoted her torso to the right. The feeling tapered off gradually in intensity leaving her chest pointed 5 degrees to the right. The previous day's training conditioned her to stop immediately when the sensation stopped, not wanting to risk overshooting the command. Again she slowly relaxed and straightened out. This was different to all the other training and calibration sessions so far. This wasn’t scripted and precise, and didn’t come clearly and purposefully. This was like someone was experimenting. Playing with her. Dave was smiling at her mischievously. His eyes flirting whilst he was alternating his gaze between her movements and his phone. The App. Dave was doing something on the app. Experimenting. Elke didn’t like the thought of that at all. Dave was not technical. He should not be allowed to experiment with her. That was Charlie's domain. She gestured with her eyes at Dave. Trying to get Charlie's attention. He should stop Dave playing with technology before he messes something up big time. Capturing his eyes she tried to surreptitiously mime to Charlie to stop Dave doing whatever he was doing. She was relieved to see understanding dawn on Charlie's face as he turned to Dave and casually took his phone out of his hands. Phew, bullet dodged, no one else around the table any the wiser.

Charlie busied himself with Dave's phone. No doubt undoing whatever he was attempting to do. Just at that moment the attention at the room turned to her on a mundane work matter. She was proud that even during the stress of her current role she could still contribute insights into the discussion and help shape the direction of the company. Normality returned and the meeting slowly trudged on to the last agenda point. The point Elke started dreading more and more every passing week. The part that was entirely focussed on her.

As the attention in the room moved elsewhere and she was settling in to mentally prepare herself for the grand finale, the pinch in her left nipple returned again. More intense this time. This time she reflexively swung her torso left, rotating around her new centre of balance. Her chest heaved to the left and continued around the arc of the movement even as she obediently stopped at the 5 degree angle. Fearing an overcorrection penalty she held her breath and tensed up her back, bracing for a shock that did not arrive. The way her deliberately designed fake boobs moved still surprised her. It was like they had a life of their own. Yet another aspect of them that was distinctly unnatural. Her boobs reached their zenith and were returning to the right just as the sensation in the right nipple started slow but gradually intensified in strength. Perfectly timed to coincide with the pendulum-like motion she swung with an arch to the right. Back to the left. To the right. She quickly found the rhythm and found that she could match the instructions without having to get any encouragement from the nipple signals at all. Her mind now accustomed to the new movement, undulating her boobs gently from side to side  repeatedly, finally had time to realise what happened. She shot daggers at Charlie who was sitting back in his chair with a smug grin. Dave sat next to him with a smile going from ear to ear. Charlie didn’t undo what Dave was trying, the jerked improved it!!

She implored them with her eyes. Mouthing “stop it” with a stern expression. Soon the focus of the room was going to be fully focused on her and she could not be standing there shaking her boobs at the whole room. Charlie leaned over to Dave showing him something on his phone. Dave, excited like a little boy with a new toy, was intently listening. Then, looking her straight in the eyes she saw him slide his thumb over the phone. The sensations in her nipples returned. The arch her boobs were swinging increased. Soon she was swinging her boobs in an exaggerated arch from side to side. Then mercifully the arc was decreased to a small wiggle. Barely noticeable. Dave was smiling with his thumb poising over his phone. She knew she was now entirely at his mercy and he revelled in the power. With trepidation she saw his thumb slide over his phone again. This time the arc of movement stayed the same but the velocity increased. She had to shake her boobs faster, like a belly dancer, sending waves of movement through her breasts and rubbing her nipples against the front of the dress painfully. She motioned him with murder in her eyes to stop it. He shrugged as if bored with the game and switched it off.

Both of them were so indulged in their little side show that they didn’t notice the rest of the room had gone quiet. Angie was the first one to put two and two together. They had just arrived at the last agenda point and all attention was on Elke. “Are we interrupting something”.

Knowing the game was up Dave and Charlie explained what they’ve been up to. It turns out the app had customisable features and automations that could be programmed and added to a library of functions. Charlie's function became the impromptu demo of these functions and before long everyone had a turn making her shake and swivel her boobs at various frequencies and amplitudes. It didn’t take long for her boobs to swing completely out of her flimsy top. Angie, as always, pushed it to the limit. Her boobs, already engorged with milk, felt heavy and sensitive. 

Angie's eyes glinted at her, a cruel smile on her face. She reveled in the power. All she had to do was casually slide her finger over the slide control, barely a movement at all, while Elke had to swing her boobs in a wide round arc until they smacked into her side with clap clap sound as her left boob hit her side and moments later collided with the right. Picking up the pace she sped up the movement causing Elke to furiously swing her boobs from side to side until she was panting from the effort, pain and exhaustion. Finally tiring of the game she casually put her phone down looking around the table. “Oh that was so satisfying”. 

Again Elke felt the urge to speak up. To calmly make the case that this was not the best way to spend company time or use company assets. To question how this promoted fairness and equality. Instead she just revelled in the haze of sexual humiliation and arousal that washed over her. She was lost for words. 

Dave was leaning over Angie, explaining, pressing buttons on her phone explaining something Elke could not hear over the beating of her own heart. Elke started gently swaying her breasts from left to right in response to the stimulus. Angie put her phone down. 

Elke relaxed and took a deep breath. The moment she has been anticipating and dreading the entire meeting has arrived. The final agenda item of every weekly meeting.  Elke’s weekly performance review. It was when Angie announced the last point on the Agenda with a devilish smile rather than her usual exaggerated fake formality that Elke realised something was wrong. The signals did not stop when Angie put her phone down. They kept going. Focussing on the signals matching the rhythm of her swaying bosom with the indomitable sensations in her nipples she didn’t realise how quiet the room has gone. As usual everyone's eyes were on her, but it somehow felt warmed. Like standing in a bright spotlight. Like she has just been pranked and everyone was waiting for the penny to drop. She looked bright eyed around the room. Who was controlling the app? No one was looking at their phones. All the attention was on her. With a sinking feeling she realised Charlie's final modification was  an infinite loop. She was going to face her final humiliation swaying her breasts in perpetuity.