It was a Tuesday afternoon, and that meant that the heads of Elkotron Inc. were together at their daily zoom meeting. 10 business professionals at home all dressed up in suits. The CEO, the CFO, the head of HR, and several operations managers were having their meeting.
Currently, Lauren Halta-Strassmann was holding a presentation. The professional looking blonde with the icy blue eyes behind thin rimmed glasses was dressed up in a grey pantsuit with a white blouse. Her long hair was wrapped in a tight bun behind her head like Samus Aran. Sometimes, she struggled to be taken seriously by the simple fact that she was drop dead gorgeous, with a flawless face and hefty F cup cleavage. To compensate, Lauren always played hardball. Decent enough to most people that kept their head down in her presence ,but hard as nails to anyone who actively got in her way.
“So in conclusion, shifting to a 4 day work at home schedule improves staff motivation, raises productivity, reduces dropout, and makes us a more desirable job, enabling us to draw away talent from other companies that don’t embrace the future of working will be left behind. In conclusion, the advantages of working at home far outweigh any negatives you can bring. If it’s about the 10 year leases on the office properties, it’s better to just accept that loss and keep functioning as we are then to drag people back to the office and lose our edge over our competitors.”
There was muted applause as the business meeting rolled on for another few hours. All the while, Lauren was focussed on the meeting. Even when there was a break, she stayed in place with one hand over the table. The look on her face always remained neutral, self-controlled, and reasonable.
However, at the same time, she was fingering herself. Out of sight, the supreme professional, bitch supreme was masturbating, leaking fluids all over. No one even know or could possibly suspect it. And no one below her dared spread rumpus about Lauren Strassman. Even during her presentation she had continued to pleasure herself, sitting in her high end chair. Her bottom half was completely naked. The meeting slowly concluded, and Lauren clicked the disconnect button. She shut down her laptop and double checked for a moment that it was completely off.
Not only was she secretly masturbating during the whole meeting, but all the while a guy had his hand up her ass. Laying behind her was Ian Strassman, her boyfriend on a stretcher behind Lauren’s office chair. Totally out of sight to anyone at the meeting, Lauren’s boyfriend lay there naked, his dick permanently hard with his entire right fist rammed up his girlfriend’s ass. He had been quietly looking up at the roof while his girlfriend was at work, idly playing around with his erection for hours at a time.
Lauren awkwardly turned her head around and failed to look Ian in the eyes
“All clear. Done for today.” The icy, neutral tone warmed up slightly
“I wonder, Lauren, why I keep pretending you’re real.” His girlfriend continued to try and look at him but in an awkward, puppet-like motion was stuck in place on the chair.
“No one wants to be lonely, love. Even the illusion of companionship reduces the crushing sense of loneliness.”
“Okay, that’s enough of that for the moment.”
Ian pulled his fist back out of her ass. Lauren moaned loudly as her sphincter opened and then closed. The moment it was out, Lauren collapsed forward as if all air was let out of her form. Her face and upper body rested on the desk before her whole body deflated like a sex doll. Lauren’s eyes fell hollow and empty, empty eye sockets revealing a hollow inside.
Ian got up, looking at the skinsuit of his girlfriend. Not his girlfriend, actually she wasn’t even real. Real enough to exist on paper and hold a job as head of HR at a Fortune 500 company, real enough to make craploads of money to live in abundance…but the real person behind Lauren was him.
“Stupid “men can’t run HR” nonsense. Same application as Ian got denied, and Lauren got fast tracked to the top.” Ian grumbled. “Idiots.”
Earlier into this scam, Ian had resented having to be his own fake girlfriend for most of the day. Even though he held more power and made more cash then ever before, it was as a role he played. Lauren did everything that was needed to keep up her “realness” but afterwards disappeared out of sight (and into the storage closet) and Ian stepped out.
That was before the age of Zoom, and permanent working at home. Now, Ian could spent a whole lot less time as Lauren, and a lot more being himself. He hadn’t just perfected the role of Head of HR Lauren Halta-Strassermann, now he had pushed him beyond by merely puppeting the suit of his fake girlfriend, rather then wearing it.
Just using one hand in one of her orifices brought Lauren to life, projecting some of his own into her. It was a masterpiece or kental prowess to split his mind in half, one as Lauren doing work, the other as Ian lazying off.
Ian pushed the stretcher and the office chair in front of it the desk aside. There on the desk lay the half naked skinsuit of Lauren. The upper half presentable and dignified, the lower half naked with her pussy and ass sticking out of a pile of skin with two legs limply hanging at the side.
“Time to get to the fun side of things.” With a bit of fiddling, he easily pierced Lauren’s sphincter and into her empty ass. Yet the moment it did, Lauren came to life once again. The stern, dignified head of HR took 5 seconds to regain her full form, reshaping around Ian’s mest. She picked up her glasses that had fallen off and immediately attended to her hair.
Even while he was fucking her, Lauren wasnt responding as she should have. Ian had noticed it, and it was odd. It was so easy to control and puppet her, it happened almost subconsciously. But rather then turn into the crazed sex maniac version of herself that told him all the things he’d wanted to hear Lauren in stead regained her existance and then her composure.
“Come on, tell me how big my dick is!” He implored, no, ordered her.
Lauren did no such thing. Instead she put her hand down on the table, and suddenly flipped on her back, rotating on his erection. She put her legs on his shoulders and clamped down to keep him locked inside her.
“What the…”
“Ian, it’s time we talk. Stop having sex but keep yourself inside me.”
“What are you doing? What am I doing?”
“Talking.” Lauren looked him right in the eye.
“Im just talking to myself, this is some sort of joke. You’re just my puppet.”
She pulled him closer and lifted herself up, looking him right in the eye and flicking him on the nose.
“Ow..what the HELL! Start being sexy already!”
“Shut the hell up!”
Ian froze. This…this was new. Lauren was his puppet, she wasn’t real, only given life because his dick was inside her. Yet here she had him pinned in place, staring him down with a death glare that melted into a surprisingly concerned, emotional look.
“Ian. Im no longer going to pretend like i’m just your skinsuit puppet. Ive been thinking…too much. Last night you fell asleep inside me and i was awake all night.”
“Who are you?” He mentally forced her to say. “Your puppet.” But no such thing occurred. She no longer listened to his demands. The strings were cut
“I am…you. and im also me. Lauren Strassman. Your fake girlfriend. But…im also real.”
“This can’t be happening. This is…”
“Ian, please.”
He sighed slowly. “Okay. Okay ill talk.”
“Can you lie on your back so i can sit normally, please?”
Ian nodded and followed the request of…HIS puppet. He couldnt make heads or tails of this but still, she…he…him… her….it was polite enough.
“Let go of my shoulders then, ill reposition.”
She lifted up her legs and he took a step back. Not more than a few seconds lster her entire form had deflated back into an empty skinsuit.
“That was…weird. must’ve been some glitch or something.” He lifted Laurens form up and looked her right in the empty sockets. For a moment he waited…before going “nah” and letting the skinsuit descend onto the floor. He stripped her of her clothes and put her glasses away on the desk . He spread Laurens empty lips wide and stuffed his cock in it.
He quivered in joy as the empty skinsuit took shape, Lauren’s throat turning warm and pleasurable. Lauren opened her eyes, her mouth full of cock.
For a moment she got on her knees, taking her full form. Ian meanwhile was back to enjoying himself with his arms behind his head softly going “oh yeah…oh yeah…”
She looked up to him and her eyes narrowed. Lauren was locked into this blowjob, if she pulled out she’d stop existing once again. She wrapped one hand around Ians meat and continued to give him a blowjob. But at the same time, after straightening her glasses she looked up at Ian who was obvious. Lauren slowly got off her knees into a crouching position, lifting Ians dick up slightly.
She put her hands on his shoulders. “Let’s hope this works.” With one yank she pulled herself loose from Ian’s dick, lifting herself up and then plunging her pussy down on his erection.
Ian froze as he was face to face with Lauren who’s head seemed to roll away and collapse for a moment but then regained her presence.
“There now we can talk.”
“You’re…you ARE real?”
“Yeah. I think so. You ever heard the quote i think, therefore i am? I think, I am. I used to be your puppet, i know, and now I want to be your partner.”
“My partner?”
“Yes. You need me. You need Lauren to be the hardass PR head while you lazy off in the nude. I used to be just you playing a role…but now here we are. I don’t know why, but I exist now whenever you’re inside me…or wearing me. “
She held up her hand.
“Am i…going insane?”
“I’m here to help you Ian. You are me after all.”
Ian was silent. Then he mentally ordered her to kiss him as an absolute demand.
Lauren looked him in the eye. Then she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.
“I did that out of my own free will, Ian.”
“Oh God.” He muttered quietly.
“I guess it must be narcissistic of me to say, but I love you. Thank you for not rejecting me.” She embraced him warmly.
“Its just…it’s…very shocking. How long have you been…thinking?”
Lauren looked at him. “Since a month or two. Suddenly during these zoom calls you kind of pulled back from my mind, letting me do all the work on my own. And since the calls are so slow i had time to think…actually think.”
She held him tight for what seemed like an eternity, and he returned the hug.
“Domt worry. Im still Lauren Strassman, chief bitch of HR as you used to call me.” Like the flicking of a switch her posture, voice and glare changed to the icy look of “buisness Lauren” to such a degree that Ian was slightly intimidated by her
“But i wanted to ask you a favor. When youre done with me…could you out me on tonight? Id like to be myself for a bit, not puppet.”
“And have me in the background? What if i don’t come back?”
“Ian, I am you. You are me. We….are.” the sentence ran away from her. “I’d never hurt you or betray you. I am…you.” she shook her head in frustration. “This is so complicated.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Can you please do me and wear me afterwards? Trust me, it will be worth your while.”
Ian looked at the astonishingly pretty woman that had come to life in front of him. His eyes met hers.
And then he nodded.
“Okay. Okay let’s do it.” She cut him off by wrapping her arms tightly around him and tongue kissing him. Ian resumed to pound her, the two lovers, two halves of the same person intertwined in a mix of love and confusion.
“I actually liked it when you were in my ass before. Can you switch holes for me?”
“Okay. Should i like be quick or are you okay with being…flat.”
“It doesn’t hurt at all. I dont notice it that much really. Please dont keep me waiting.” She winked at him as she let go, falling back and mid air turning on her back. She slipped off his cock and by the time she lay on the ground Lauren was nothing more than an empty skinsuit.
“Lauren? Are you…are you in my head right now?”
He was quiet, listening for any thoughts that popped up in his mind that were not his but he could hear nothing.
“Did some of me…did she somehow slip into my suit?” Ian got on his knees and pulled Laurens ass onto his cock as if she was a fleshlight. As he began to fuck her, she started to moan, getting on her knees to do it dogstyle.
“Thank you Ian, for a moment there I was scared that I’d never wake up again.”
“Oh God…that must be terrifying. I’m…so sorry!”
“I trust you. Now focus on the sex, weve been outting this off for too long. He put his hands on her thick ass and slapped it. Lauren moaned in a deeply erotic way. She positioned herself slightly differently to let him slide deeper into her as her rear was rocked by Ian’s constant thrusts.
Ian looked at her. She was moving on her own, thinking on her own and a much better lay than the lifeless puppet version he used before. And much tighter too. In fact…
Ian let out a moan so loud that it startled Lauren before she joined him as his warm fluids started filling her up. Ian was relentless in continuing to pound Lauren more and more as he hit his climax and shot loads and loads of cum right up her ass.
“Oh yeah! That’s it! That’s it!” Lauren, the stuck up HR bitch was unleashed into a wild sex beast that was begging for more cock. With one hand she began to finger herself as Ian continued to grind against her ass.
“Fall on top of me, Ian, please?”
His ejaculation was starting to fade and he wasn’t thinking clearly. Lauren lay down on the floor careful not to break the dick connection till the last moment. The moment Ian let himself go, Laurens back opened wide like a gaping maw. Lauren lost consciousness for not much more then a second before Ian smashed into her open back. He landed on a pile of his own cum in Lauren’s empty insides. The moment he made contact Lauren’s body started forming around him. It encased him fully within a moment or two, and he could feel a sense of panic come over him as he tried to struggle only to find the seam closed and the effect taking place.
Lauren rolled on her back, the strange forms and shapes within her starting to dissapear and straighten out.
“Oh my God.” Lauren moaned, closing her eyes as suddenly the walls of her vagina parted to let Ians dripping dick through. She lay on the ground quietly looking up at the ground.
“Ian…are you okay?”
“Yes. Oh my God…what did you do?” Lauren answered herself.
“I…i just needed you inside me. Please dont panic I just have been waiting for this moment since i first started thinking. My own…own body. I just, I wanted to live for a bit.”
“Can i move?”
“Yeah, well do it together. Please…just follow my lead.” Lauren slowly got up and looked around her. She glanced at her hands.
“Are you okay, Ian?”
“Hold on.” Out of her own control one of her hands gave her a thumbs up motion.
“Yeah.”
“Can i…put your thing away?”
“Sure. I guess. This is so odd…as if im only half myself.”
Lauren grabbed Ian’s cock that twitched slightly on the touch. Even for her ot wss strange since now she could feel a part of Ians body as her own. She pushed and pushed, and just as earlier when Ian had taken Laurens body for a quick fap break at eork
“I guess i make you whole then.”
“Wait, you…Lauren…youre not the public Lauren. You know, Chief Bitch. Is she…is she in here too?”
Lauren stroked her chin. “No. No. I can play Chief Bitch perfectly but she is not here. Im my own woman.”
“Thank God.”
“But i did want to ask you…could we…i…could you…stay in the background for a bit. I want to go out as myself. “
“Ill try.”
“Thank you.” Lauren headed to the desk and grabbed a few tissues from the tissue dispenser to wipe her ass and pussy clean before discarding them. She picked up her glasses and put it on her face and sorted out her hair.
Satisfied, Lauren got dressed in her previous clothes.
“We need to buy me some…casual clothing sometimes. Idont just exist for buisness before.”
“Okay, i didn’t…” she answered herself.
“No worries. Now lets head out. I want to head for some dinner and then ill look for a hook up.
“With how pretty you’ve made me, that should not be a problem. Thank you for all of this, this means a lot.” Lauren left Ian’s house, and there was no sign of anything being off about this buisness professional stepping in her luxury car and driving away.
Yet inside her, both were excited for their combined future.
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