Tiffany wanted it all, she had been in the BIMBO tech company for a few years now, but had never seemed to progress up the corporate ladder. She was a brilliant coder, incredibly attractive and a mind like a diamond, sharp and resilient. Despite all the extra hours she put in and having an incredible resume she had always been out done by women who were less qualified and more…. Airheaded. Becoming jaded with the company she decided to take a risk and steal the experimental new tech that was being worked on by R&D. The new “Dream Enhancer” app was supposed to give you everything you ever wanted. A simple lifestyle app that allowed the user to upload their goals, as well as a detailed bio and the app would work to create opportunities in your day to “enhance” your everyday life. Tiffany was unsure as to all that, but if she could crack the app and resell it on the secondary market she would certainly make a killing. After sneaking into the company late one night, after getting the IT group a little too liquored up at the company party, Tiffany finally had it. As she downloaded the app, it appeared to do a scan on her face and started uploading some of her metrics, before asking for her to finish the data. When everything was all said and done, Tiffany was pleased with the amount of data the app ingested, when finally she was prompted with “What is your Dream?” flashing across the screen and awaiting her input. As Tiffany shucked off her clothing after a long day and stood looking out her high rise apartment that she could barely afford, she took a deep breath and typed in “I want to be the biggest deal in this city” and pressed submit. The app buzzed and began circling a loading bar that barely seemed to move. She waited for a little while before realizing the app was stuck in some sort of loading screen. “Guess that’s what you get when you steal tech that isn’t finished yet. She shrugged and tossed the phone to her bed, and pondered what would have even happened if it had worked. What could a little app do that she herself couldn't accomplish. A few weeks would go by, and Tiffany would slowly rise through the ranks of her company, surprisingly, a few of the women in front of her on the totem pole started to fail at completing their work, and a few more were caught up in some corporate sexual scandal. Tiffany had almost forgotten about the App incident as she was becoming more and more important at her company. Not only that, but it appeared she was also having a major glow up.
Tiffany had always been gorgeous, a lean body from years of working out and staying on top of her fitness, but as the corporate world took more and more of her time, she was finding it harder to make the time to work out. As such she had gained a little bit of weight, to her surprise it had gone to all the right places. Her ass had softened up a bit, and plumbed out behind her turning all of her work pants into obscenely tight fitting leggings, despite their corporate fashion, she was starting to see more and more leering at her as she walked by. Her breasts had started to swell as well, without her daily cardio, she found that her body responded incredibly well. Swelling up to a large D or DD cup, Tiffany now had men drooling over her as she walked into board rooms. Not that she minded, she found that the more the corporate dogs started to stare, the more power she had. Men seemed to line up to work to make sure she was heard and listened too.
One day as she came home to her new adorable house outside the city, she saw a notification on her phone. “Dream Enhancer, 25% complete”. She was shocked at forgetting her little bit of espionage she had pulled off. As she drew herself a bath and got undressed she let the ideas of correlation grow in her mind. Had the app had anything to do with the sudden growth in her life, both career wise, as well as her own personal growth? She cupped her breasts to herself and gave her ass a squeeze, almost a pinch to see if it was all real. What did she care if she had become a corporate bombshell, what possible relationship could the app have with her sudden good fortune. She laughed to herself as she slid into her bathtub and began to enjoy the fruits of her labor. She had blown up, the corporate ladder was hers for the taking and her own body was flourishing in ways she never expected. She lets those thoughts build in her mind as she let her hands wander through the warm bath water, resting and exploring her every curve. Her fingernails traced outlines across her nipples as she let one hand slip between her legs and began to play with her own pleasure. Pressing her breasts together as one hand danced across her skin, she was surprised at her own enjoyment. Her own pleasure for herself, she had masturbated before, found comfort in her own presence, but the new body she commanded seemed to jump at the chance to enjoy ecstasy. She felt the cushioning of her own behind as she grind her hips against herself, building in speed and tension, the warm water sloshing around her as she got closer and closer to climax.”I am going to be the biggest deal when I am done with this town”. She moaned as her breast squeezed into a valley of cleavage, her body responding to the fire between her legs. Tiffany panted as she breached the wall of her climax, she bolted back and thrust her hand deeper into her slit as she came. “I want to be the biggest! I want everything!” She screamed. Her new body seemed to beg for more as she rocked back and forth in the tub, every curve and angle bending to the pleasure of her climax. Moaning softly she came back down from her excitement and crawled out of her shower. She was tender and sensitive all over in ways she had never experienced before. She groaned as she looked at the time, it felt like a quick bath, but she had been hyping herself up and pleasuring herself for hours. She toweled off and dragged herself to bed waiting for the sunrise to begin on her career.
The next morning Tiffany awoke drowsy and feeling fuzzy after that long masturbation session. As she pulled her phone over to see what time it was, she was shocked to see the Dream Enhancer app blinking. “New objectives added to goals. Percentage at 45%”, she was confused before the app, opened up her camera and scanned her again. Tiffany gasped at what she saw on her screen. She had ballooned up, her tits, as they certainly couldn’t be called anything less than that now, had swelled up into the alphabet. Two massive orbs of flesh weighed heavy on her chest as she stared at herself in the phone. One hand came up and groped the new set of tits and immediately she was rewarded with a soft moan, and her nipple growing erect under her fingertips. She snapped a picture of herself as she began to experiment with her new assets. Before she could get lost in the feeling of her new enhancements, she was drawn to an email about a board meeting that she was invited to come in for. She smiled as she got up, realizing any outfit she put on now would barely fit around her bigger bust. “Good, those boys on the board are going to get a whole show when I walk in today.” In her scramble to get dressed and make it to the meeting, she realized she didn’t have any bras that would fit anymore and decided a nice crop top would hold her massive melons in place (even though she now jiggled with every step). She found a pair of panties that were immediately eaten up by her wider hips and bigger ass. She smiled as her new form came with a larger presence, and a bunch of pride. “I can’t wait to show those men who they are dealing with. Maybe, I will even give them a little show” she smiled as she sauntered out her door and headed into work.
A few months later Tiffany would look back on her advancement through BIMBO tech as a fever dream. At that board meeting she was invited to, she was quickly placed into the role of CEO. No man could even face her without becoming a whipped man begging to be by her side. Some she made offers too, some she fucked and fired, but no matter what happened Tiffany always came out on top. She had risen to the top, and her body had swelled to match. Standing at almost 6ft tall Tiffany had exploded in all her proportions. Her breasts had broken through the alphabet, day by day. She now sported breasts larger than her head, and the app stated she was only 80% through her dream advancement. She laughed every time she saw the app, knowing she was only going to grow more famous, more beautiful and alluring. She had two assistants that she hired for the express purpose of getting her off between meetings. BIMBO tech had skyrocketed in sales, and Tiffany had been behind every decision. So when Tiffany moved into the penthouse of the corporate office no one was surprised. She had become a sexual dynamo, some assumed she slept her way through every deal she made, and a few would be right, but what they could have never guessed was that was how she sealed deals, not made them. Most people who meet with Tiffany would have signed their life over to get a chance to sleep with her, and she used that leverage to grow her company large. It helped that her impressive figure was now barely able to wear clothing, and was on display every day she woke up and wandered through the office clad in nothing short of underwear. Her breasts had to have custom bras ordered almost monthly now. Her ass needed two chairs to sit in in most meetings, and when she excused people from the room, her assistance would immediately get to work massaging and pleasing her. She found she could get almost anything she wanted, men, power, wealth, and women if she desired (and she did). The world was Tiffany’s to fuck senseless. As she peered out her window of her penthouse, she undid lifted up her shirt and snapped a photo for the Dream Enhancer app. It had been spitting out metrics in the last twenty percent of the update. She wanted to see where this would go, how large she would become. The world had become obsessed with BIMBO tech and women everywhere idolized Tiffany’s power. She had released a dummy version of the app called Dreamer, which slowly enhanced the user (at a much slower rate that Tiffany controlled) creating a whole population of women rising through the ranks growing and swelling their positions. All sporting enhancements to match their new growth. “Soon, I will have this world under my thumb, and I will grind into submission if I have too.” She moaned at the thought and pressed her breasts against the glass, and ordered an assistant to fuck her while she looked down at her tower.
BIMBO tech had taken over much of the free market, the world had become complacent to let Tiffany amass as much power as she wanted. Tiffany had grown too, her body transforming into the perfect bimbo. Lips soft and plush that she used to seduce men in board meetings, till she dissolved the board. Breasts so huge that despite having an incredible back to support them, her assistance often was tasked with just holding them as she sat through video reports to the company. She was rarely found without something between her legs, a toy, a man, a woman, or even just her own hands as she sat through whatever meeting she decided to indulge in. Her body was a walking dream. She was busily pleasing herself one morning while on a Zoom call with another CEO, who was pulling his cock out in worship of Tiffany’s body. She found more and more people when faced with her, dropped to their knees in worship. She didn’t mind, in fact it felt right to be so desired. She closed the video after the CEO signed over the rights to their company with an orgasm dedicated in her name. She moaned softly as she secured the last corporation in her way. Suddenly her phone buzzed and the Dream Enhancer app blinked open. Tiffany stared back at her reflection in the camera, she was a walking wet dream, almost 7 feet tall, breasts as large as beach balls, and ass that needed extra wide doors to fit through, and a skin complexion that would be the envy of supermodels. She smiled as the app blinked 100% complete. She sighed, as she realized she had gotten everything she wanted. Let her hands explore the body she knew so well, and still was new too in every way. 1 year earlier she had been a waif of a woman, beautiful and intelligent. Now she was a dynamo, the most powerful woman in the world and the most desired creature on the planet, her mind as honed as a well oiled blade. She had crushed anyone who stood before her, and fucked who ever she wanted. She let her hands slip between the folds of her perfectly tight cunt dripping with need, as the app blinked again. “What is your next Dream?” it asked. Tiffany smiled as she pondered what to have next.
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