Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

That was why I tried to contribute, speaking up several times. The guys didn't respond to my statements, however. They simply looked at me, staring at my inflated lips for a moment, before continuing with their debate as if nothing had happened.

First, it was extremely infuriating causing me to drink more and more water whenever I wanted to speak up. Then it became kinda depressing causing me to cross and uncross my legs several times as if trying to gain attention.

Eventually, I caught myself not listening anymore. My thoughts drifted off while I blew bubbles and pulled threads with my chewing gum. Actually, I began thinking about the consultants' cocks. How big were their dicks? What did they look like? Did one of them have a similarly arched member as Ortega? These questions were way more interesting than those boring work topics!

Just then, my thoughts were interrupted. My body piped up. It wasn't my pussy throbbing, although it was pulsing constantly with my ongoing humiliation and exhibition. I knew I was wet without even touching myself once.

It was a different kinda body function, though. I had to pee! I had drunk so much water without thinking about the consequences. Now, it was too late. My bladder was full!

Gosh! I started squirming on my chair even more than before. Changing my position, I kept my legs crossed but held my lower legs together with a strong bent to the side. It didn't help at all. Duh!

Inconspicuously, I tried to give Shelly a sign. Remember the rule? I sure did! I had to ask the junior secretary for permission to go to the restrooms. I hoped she would give her consent with a simple nod. She didn't do me the favor, though. Instead, she shook her shoulder in a mocking gesture signaling me she wasn't understanding my intentions. As if!

The pressure on my bladder was getting stronger and stronger. My discomfort was getting bigger and bigger. My squirming was getting heftier and heftier. Any second, my bladder might run over. Any second, a mishap might happen. Any second, I might pee myself! OMG! Oh my fudging god!

Peeing myself! At work! In the office! In a meeting! In front of my former team members! This wouldn't be degrading! This would be debasing to the max! Oh no!

"Miss, could I excuse myself please?" I asked with my voice as low as possible.

Still, the room fell silent in an instant. The consultants stopped talking and listened. The disbelief on their face when they heard me calling the junior secretary 'Miss' was beyond imagination. I mean, it was beyond ridiculousness too. What a contrast! I was asking the men to call me by my nickname, whereas I used the most formal version possible to address a subordinate. So absurd! So comical!

"Why do you have to excuse yourself, Jessie?" Shelly didn't let me off the hook so easily.

Gawd! She was toying with me. So merciless! So mean!

There was no way out. I had to say what she wanted to hear. It would be totally humiliating but the alternative would be way more degrading. I had to grit my teeth and bear it, or more like, flash a fake smile and giggle it away.

"Um, fer shure, I have to, you know, powder my nose, Miss." I tried to paraphrase it as best as I could.

"Your makeup looks impeccable, Jessie." She didn't relent, adding a rebuke for good measures. "You don't wanna miss the definition of the next steps, do you?"

"Um like, I have to, like, go to the little girls' room, Miss." I finally blurted out 'cause it was getting really urgent.

Jeez! By now, I had to press my thighs together to keep myself from tinkling. That was the only thingie that kept me from feinting, though. The shame was epic! My whole body blushed deeply red.

By now, my former team members couldn't keep up their straight faces, chuckling under their breath. Even Steve joined the snickering. By contrast, Marcus only rolled his eyes in vicarious embarrassment. Their titters pricked my skin like my pink heel spikes had pronged my butt before. Ugh!

"Nip off then, Jessie. I think the consultants will manage without your help all right." Shelly finally let me go.

With my thighs pressed together, I basically ran out of the office. The shame, however, made my legs super wobbly, so much that I couldn't walk as fast as I wished. Nonetheless, I felt all eyes on my butt. Oh dang! What if they saw my red ribbon tattoos? I couldn't risk that! So I took only mini steps which made me wiggle out even more awkwardly.

Before I reached the door, I glanced over to Shelly and saw her pointing at her mouth. Oh boy! She wanted me to use the lip enhancer. She wanted me to re-inflate my lips before I returned. Ugh!

I barely reached the restroom in time. Could you imagine me having a mishap on the hallway? OMG! As I didn't have much time, I used the lip suction device while sitting on the toilet. Gosh! So whack!

Shelly had been right, though. The effect from the lip suction didn't hold that long. It wasn't permanent or stuff. When I was done taking a pee, I checked my appearance in the mirror. My lips were fully pumped up again. This time, though, my face was just as red as my inflated lips. Oh the shame!

Returning to the meeting room, my former team members had obviously finished planning the next steps 'cause they were in the process of finishing the meeting.

"Jessie! All this time, I wanted to ask. Did you run into a bee-hive on the way to work?" Damon inquired all casually.

Um... excuse me? What was he talking about? I couldn't figure it out.

"I'm so sorry." I said walking over to him. "I have, like, no clue about any kinda bee thingie."

In an attempt to distract the consultant from this stupid question, I softly ran the white tips of my super long porno nails over his lower arm. Oh wow! Still touchy-feely to the max!

"That's weird because your lips look like they got attacked by a swarm of bees." David explained.

Oh my god! I wished he hadn't explained Damon's quip 'cause it totally made me blush. As if my face wasn't beet red already. They were openly making jokes about me now! They were making jokes about my inflated lips, calling them bee-stung and overblown. Totally mean!

"Nah! I think Jessie watched one too many documentaries about sea life." Eric chimed in. "She got jealous and wants a trout pout herself. Hehehe!"

"Ahahaha! Trout pout! Ahahaha!" Damon and David joined Eric in his burst of laughter.

"I don't see her watching documentaries, though. She seems more like the reality TV type. Everything else's too much for her to handle. Hehehe!" Damon had to add another jibe.

While the dudes laughed at me, only Marcus remained serious, or more like annoyed. Holy fudge! It felt like all limits were off now. These were grown men. Yet, they acted less adult and more obnoxious than frat boys. Nonetheless, the taunt instantly made my pussy throb and sent me into a fit of silly giggles.

"Hihihi!" "Ahahaha!"" Hihihi!" "Ahahaha!" I giggled while the men chuckled.

Walking over to Eric, I put my hand under his chin and tickled his three-day stubble with the tips of my clunky ombré claws.

"Hihihi! Don't you like my trout pout? My lips are so sexy, ain't they? Hihihi!" I gushed quizzically.

Oh gosh! I had almost told him that my lips were perfect to suck his dick. At the last second, I had opted for the more office-appropriate version.

"Actually, Jessie, you look more like a fish than a dish." He replied.

Oh no! What a mean jibe! It stopped my giggling and made me pout all sulkily. Pursing my lips with my pout trout only made them look more plump and inflated so it sent the boys into another burst of laughter. Shoot!

This was going in a similar direction as my interview with the senior consultants during the ass-essment center. The more they made sexist quips, the more my legs twitched, and the more my pussy got wet. I was losing control!

Yet, I almost yearned for them to crack another dirty joke. Maybe, if I pulled out the lip enhancer from my purse and showed them how the beauty tool worked. Oh no! What a stupid thought! It would be ultra humiliating! Oh yeah! What a great idea! It would make them laugh and twit. Gawd! Get a grip, girl!

Fortunately, the consultants were too busy to pay too much attention to something so minor as my beautification. They were already getting up and hurrying out of the office. Woah! It didn't take them long to get used to my new role, did it? They had barely asked any questions but started mocking me just like Ortega's senior consultants. So much for backing from my team.

When all consultants had left, Shelly made me tidy up the meeting room. Instead of lifting a finger and helping me, she crossed her arms beneath her boobies and impatiently tapped her foot until I was finished. Duh!

Surprisingly, Shelly led the way to Ortega's office this time. It made me wonder if he actually had time now or if he made time for Miss Trophy. Anyways, she waltzed right in without knocking, which caused him to look up in annoyance. Yet, he didn't say a word. Oh boy! He would have given me a bitching telling-off, for sure.

"Well barbie, Mr. Ortega would like an update. How did the meeting go?" The trophy chick inquired.

Terrible, to be blunt. My former team members had lost the last ounces of respect for me. I had acted totally inappropriate for a senior executive. I hadn't been able to contribute anything remotely intelligent. Instead, I had more likely distracted the consultants from work.

Of course, I couldn't tell that to my boss. On the other hand, I had acted totally appropriate for an office bimbo. I had looked super pretty, appeared really stupid, and giggled totally silly. That was all daddy required, right?

"Um... fine... sorta." I replied reluctantly. "I mean, really good actually."

"Just as I expected." Shelly praised me.

That really surprised me 'cause she had pulled me to pieces before. Involuntarily, a bright smile spread over my face. I had succeeded in making my mentor proud. It almost compensated for my former team members' loss of respect, almost.

"Just as expected, the details went right over your head, barbie." The secretary elaborated. "Of course, you couldn't keep up with all those rules."

Oh no! She wasn't praising me. As if! Totally the contrary! She continued running me down. She didn't even stop in front of Ortega. She intentionally made me look bad. What an affront! Nay! But wait! Pointing out room for improvement was the job of a mentor, right? What a support! Yanay!

"I know, I know. Ten rules, that's a big number for a small head." She sneered. "Still, you forgot the selfies, my dear."

Oh no! Oh god! Oh shoot! The selfies. These pesky selfies. The silliest rule of them all, and still I had managed to forget it. No wonder, actually, 'cause shooting pictures of myself was so unnatural for me.

Yet, it had happened. I wanted to revolt. I wanted to retaliate. I wanted to look good in front of daddy. However, I knew better than to plea with my mentor, especially in front of my boss.

I had failed to adhere to the rules, so I had to live with the consequences. After all, consistency was important. I had emphasized acting consistently as a senior executive. I had to be just as resolutely as an office junior, right? After all, I was bound and determined to work my way up to surpass Shelly. Actually, that was all that mattered.

Ortega didn't seem to mind my failure too much. Probably, he had expected no less. Instead, he was grinning more than ever.

"I see Miss Bimbo didn't forget my prime rule." He said. "I wasn't certain about what to expect. The result, however, surpasses all expectations, I have to say."

"You used your new beauty tool, I conclude." He alluded to the lip enhancer. "Look at you, dummy boob. Seems like you went too far with collagen. Indeed, you can barely call them lips anymore."

"They're proper cock pillows now, sir." Shelly quickly tossed in as if the credit belonged to her. "They're your cock pillows now."

Woah! What? Please what?!?

"A nice duckface, indeed." My uppity boss allowed himself to chuckle at his own joke.

"I have to say, these plumped-up lips make a girl look much hotter, but also much dumber. Don't you agree, Miss Trophy?" The smug exec asked. "Something about those pouty cock pillows causes me to lose all respect for her mind, I'm afraid."

"Can you imagine anything remotely intelligent coming out of a pair of blubber lips like that?" He continued. "Let's say, just hypothetically, she surprised us and said something insightful. That trout pout would ultimately render it meaningless by sheer distraction, I believe."

"Hihihi! So true! Hihihi!" Shelly giggled in response. "Good thingie, it's highly unlikely that Miss Bimbo says anything insightful any time soon."

Holy fudge! The two partners in crime were heaping abuse on me, so much it left me speechless. My knees got all wobbly and I almost sank to the ground from degradation. I felt as stupid as I seemed to look.

Even worse, though, Shelly was suddenly giggling like a total bimbo. Oh dang! She acted really bubbly towards Ortega, whereas she acted like a dominant bitch towards me. What a contrast!

"Oh sir, have you seen how much pride Miss Bimbo takes in the certificates?" The secretary seemed really excited.

"Show it to Mr. Ortega." She prompted me without missing a beat.

"You'll see, it's nothing creative 'cause she used a well-known motive. No surprise there!" She continued while I walked over to Ortega's desk. "Still, she nicely honored the bimbo tags."

Gosh! My mentor sounded as if she was claiming credit for my new tattoos. So presumptuous! So infuriating! It really riled me up. Ortega, however, didn't care a bit about these trifles. When I reached the smug exec, I didn't care anymore either. After all, I finally got the chance to show off my newest upgrades. That was all that mattered.

"I so hope you'll like my bimbo decorations, fer shure, daddy. So just for you!" I tried my best to imply that it had been my idea.

Turning around, I slightly bent forward until the hemline slipped up far enough to show off my red ribbon tattoos. Holding perfectly still, I gave daddy time to check out my embellishments. I heard him chuckling when he deciphered the writings.

"I rather like the uniformity and symmetry, I have to say." Ortega disagreed with his trophy chick.

Yay! I almost started dancing on the spot cheering loudly. Daddy liked my tattoos! Daddy liked my tattoos! You should have seen Shelly's face. It literally looked like she had just bitten on a lemon. I had won this set for sure.

"C'mon ditzy doll." Ortega instructed. "Make the duckface. Now, that you have the lips for it."

Turning my head towards him, I pouted out my inflated lips and stared at him.

"Now, read out your tattoos, dummy boob." He ordered.

"Booty..."

"Keep the ducklips, Missy." He corrected me when I started speaking.

"Uhm aw bwooteefool buhmbo." I said with my lips pushed out to the max.

"Bawwwbliiieee uhmbecile bawwwrbiiiee awwwned!" I mumbled totally incomprehensibly 'cause daddy flicked my zipper piercing with every word.

Gawd! I was so leaking. Not just from the attention to my clit, but also from the way I had to mutter these degrading nicknames that were inked onto my body forever. Totally unintelligible!

"The sound fits the look, indeed." Ortega seemed satisfied. "Yet, the selfie faux-pas remains."

"By the way, Marcus Jefferson was just here to raise an official complaint about your meeting and leadership skills, Miss Bimbo." The Latino told me. "Of course, I have to follow up on that appeal."

Gasp! A formal complaint?!? That wasn't good. It had been clear that Marcus hadn't been impressed with my performance. But it had happened for the first time in a meeting, right? That went way too far. What a party pooper!

"I cannot have you hamper my staff's productivity, I'm afraid. So I have to pull you off the restructuring project, Missy." He concluded, sounding almost a bit sad. "You've caused enough damage to this company already."

"Short and sweet, I'm going to send you on a few personal errands instead. That's to your best abilities, I believe, since you cannot go wrong with these." He presented my new task.

Personal errands?!? Stuff that didn't have anything to do with the company but only with Ortega's life outside the office? Had it really come to this? Apparently, it had 'cause Ortega slipped a list into my hand with several tasks I was supposed to work off.

"You have to continue practicing your rules, of course." He added when I had finished reading the list. "You have to shoot a selfie for every errand to document your progress, Miss Bimbo."

Shoot! These pesky selfies. They wouldn't leave me alone, right? Whatever! I couldn't worry about that right now. Instead, I had to prepare for my errands, or more like, I had to be prepared.

After all, Ortega offered a helping hand. He grabbed the hem of my pink dress and pulled it back down. Suddenly, though, he opened a drawer and pulled out a box of pins. Actually, it was a bunch of moderation pins that were used to display moderation cards on a presentation board.

What the...? Before I could even start to wonder, Ortega took a pin. Folding the hem over at the sequin line, he used several moderation pins to keep the fold in place. He was shortening my skirt! He was changing my outfit!

If that wasn't bad enough, my eyes grew wide when I noticed the result. The hot pink mini dress had become so short that the red ribbon tattoos were exposed. They weren't hidden anymore, being visible for anyone. Gulp!

"Decorations need to be shown off, don't they?" The smug exec chuckled. "Of course, only outside the office. We have a strict dress code here after all. We don't want my employees to think of you as a slutty office bike, do we?"

Office bike?!? Strict dress code?!? Oh the irony!

You think my pink mini dress didn't look tarty by itself? As if! Attracting attention and causing a stir, however, were the reasons for getting the bimbo upgrades in the first place, right? Who was I kidding? Showing off my embellishments was kinda like a given, wasn't it? Yet, it was still better to flaunt them to random strangers than to my fellow colleagues.

Thinking about all the looks my thigh tattoos were about to earn made my heart beat in overdrive. It also made me super nervous. How would people react? How would they respond? I guess I was about to find out.

"I got a few more minutes before my next appointment is set to begin." The Latino exclaimed, giving Shelly a sign.

"Missy, be a good bimbo and get my member out." He instructed me nonchalantly while his trophy chick came over to his desk.

Opening his zipper, I pulled his cock out. He let me stroke it a coupla times until it was nice and hard. In the meantime, he rudely grabbed Shelly's blonde hair and pushed her onto her knees. Watching daddy's hardening dick, I was getting transfixed by its shape. Gosh! I almost started drooling at the sight by now.

With Ortega's vice grip on her head, the secretary didn't look so dominant anymore. Even though she was commanding me as my mentor, she was still Miss Trophy, Ortega's prime office tart. Somehow, though, the easy submission made her mandate over me feel way more belittling.

With his cock hard, my boss obviously had no further use for me. Turning his attention to Shelly, he shoved his shaft into her mouth.

"Chop chop! Begone, Miss Bimbo!" The exec sent me out of his office. "Wait outside until I call you back in."

Oh wow! Daddy was throwing me out like a little child that wasn't supposed to see what was about to happen next. So unfair! So frustrating! It should be me kneeling at his feet. It should be me sucking his cock! After all, I had the perfect cock pillows now, right?