The New Secretary Part 2 - Alternative Ending By ketch01@yahoo.com A different twist on the classic story story by DTM It was a hot summer July day. In the Law Office of Turner & Son, it was pretty much business as usual. Old man Turner was a good man, and a good boss. He treated his workers with respect and he got it back from them. That was then.....now, he's been retired 2 years, and his son Dave was in charge. Dave was in his mid 40s, but looked 10 years younger. At about 6'1" and about 195 pounds, he was in very good shape for his age. Though not huge by male standards, he used his wealth, and the home gym equipment it afforded him, to good use. Now Dave was not exactly the good and decent man his father was, and it showed in the treatment of his workers......especially the women. Dave was a real male chauvinist, who really only gave respect to the men at his firm, and even that wasn't all too much. He was pretty much your standard spoiled rich brat, and it only got worse as his power in the company increased. The women in his office were "used and abused" by this tyrannical boss, and he would frequently fire these women if they failed to "please" him in whatever way he chose. Over the course of his 2 years in charge, he must have fired about 15 of his secretaries for this reason......and yesterday was # 15. He needed a new one, and right away, since this was a busy time of year. So, due to his urgent need of a replacement, He hired one over the phone, with no personal interview whatsoever. Now this was unusual for him, since he liked to hire very attractive women for this position....a little "eye candy" for him to look at, so to say. She was scheduled to start the following morning at 9, and was instructed by personnel as to the specifications and details of this job. 9am came and went, and still no sign of his new hire. Then 9:30 past, then 10. Finally at 10:15 he saw a womanly figure, albeit a little large, come and sit at the desk in front of his office. He had cursed himself for not giving a personal interview, due to the fact that she looked very "chunky", from this back view anyway. He then arose to give his new secretary a severe reprimand for being so late.....what he did instead was gasp and stare. She was an extremely beautiful woman, her face was almost the caliber of a swimwear model. Her body, though much larger than that of these models, still had much the same curves. just more of them. Though she was wearing a fairly concealing business outfit (he would later talk to her that a more revealing dress code was necessary for her position) it was still fairly tight, and he could see a good amount of her voluptuous curves.....especially her very large breasts. She was slightly taller than average height for a woman, about 5'9" he'd guess, and even though this was much shorter than his own height, her overall size made him feel a little........small. She had what appeared to be straight, blonde hair which seemed to be fairly long, though since she had it up, he couldn't tell for sure. Her piercing blue eyes and full round lips only justified his earlier thoughts of her beautiful, model like face. But wait, he thought, this woman was late and on her first day no less.....and for that, she needed to be punished. The young secretary, at seeing her new "boss" come out of his office, quickly turned to face him and extended her hand saying,"Hello Mr. Turner. I'm sorry I'm late. I had some "personal problems" at home that needed to be dealt with. My name is Wendy, and.........." at this point, Dave rudely smacked away her hand and returned "Listen Wendy, when I hire someone I expect them to be here on time, all the time.....especially a woman" This last crack, and frankly his whole attitude, angered her very much, though she kept in inside and hidden.....for now. He continued " Now get that big butt in my office now, so we can go over what is expected of you from here on in." He then, as Wendy passed him to enter his office, slapped her ass as she walked by. Now with this, she was barely able to contain her rage....but she did, for now. She knew what she needed to do next. Dave, on the other hand, had come to a startling revelation.....her butt was hard, damn hard. Not the kind of softness he'd expected from a woman her size. He then sat at his chair behind his desk, and told her to remain standing. He than began, "I expect certain things from the women in my office, and especially from my secretary. In the future you will wear revealing clothes, though nothing too trashy, this is still a respectable business here. I don't want to see any more of these concealing business outfits from now on. I want skirts, not slacks, and short ones....nothing below the knees. I want to see cleavage, you have a good sized rack and in my presence you will show it off. And speaking of "good sized", you need to lose some serious weight here, I don't like my women fat, so you're going to have to start hitting the gym.....if you want to keep your job, that is. Oh, and one last thing, I expect "special favors" from the women who work here, if you get my meaning." And with that, he smiled a lecherous, perverted smile which almost made Wendy sick. Wendy knew, now more than ever, she was going to have to "re-educate" him very soon. Dave then stood up and walked past Wendy to the door, and proceeded to lock it, as well as close the blinds to the windows in his office. Upon returning to face Wendy, he continued, "Now we are going to have a little fun, you and I. As I said earlier I want you to hit the gym and I plan on monitoring your progress on a weekly basis. Now get over here, remove your outfit and get on this scale.......and after that, we are going to see how good you are with your mouth.......heh heh" Now was the time, now was her time to show him his new position around here. She had taken enough from him, and it was about time for her to give back some. She slowly and sexily made her way to Dave, close to the scale, and proceeded to comply to his wishes...... though not in a way he ever thought possible. Dave's mouth was watering, for even though she was bigger than he liked, she still had very womanly curves and he wanted to see them all...especially her large and full breasts. He could not wait to see her undress. ************ NEW PART CHANGED BY KETCH *************** Wendy was about to start flexing and expanding her body and rip out of her business outfit like she had done in front of men so many times before, when a sudden wave of strong emotion hit her. She suddenly had big butterflies in her stomach. The last time she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, she was 14 in high school and about to walk up to a senior football player and start talking to him. She had the biggest crush on this senior but he didn't even know who she was. She snapped back to the present, and looked again at Dave. Suddenly she realized these butterflies and strong emotions were directed at him. She was suddenly in awe of his power as owner of the firm, as well as his good looks. His rude behavior suddenly spiked her interest - and made him a "bad boy". Her butterflies and terror at standing in front of Dave only increased as she thought back to how she may have blown it with him. Not only was she late to work on her first day, but Dave also thought she was fat. She felt upset with herself for taking up weight lifting in the first place. Wendy knew many guys were turned off by muscular women, and she figured that Dave liked more traditional proportioned women. Dave interrupted her thoughts "Come on, come on. Take your clothes off and get on the damn scale. I am a busy man, I don't have all day". Wendy decided she would comply. As Wendy started to remove her jacket, she focused her energy on trying to relax her biceps as much as possible. Next she unbuckled her slacks - but before sliding them off, kicked off her high heels (she knew how her sexy black 5" heels flexed her calves to their fullest.) As she dropped her pants, she focused on relaxing her thighs and calves as much as possible. As her pants hit the floor she heard a small gasp from Dave. Even relaxed her legs were still very strong and curvy looking. Tears started coming to Wendy's eyes as she continued with taking off her blouse - she just knew that Dave was going to be repulsed by her muscular body. She still tried to relax her biceps, abs and delts as much as possible as she unbuttoned each button - wishing that she could will her muscles to relax and disappear back down into a small feminine form. As Dave observed her taking off her blouse, it showed that it was not fat he was looking at earlier - but strong hard muscle. Dave started getting a few of his own butterflies in his stomach. Wendy almost looked like she could destroy him if she wanted to. Her body was massive but also looked relaxed and soft and feminine too. It seemed like Wendy was trying to relax her muscles as much as possible, but in spite of this effort he could still see the prominent outline of six pack abs, curvy biceps with veins gently rolling over them, and curvy thighs and calves. Wendy stood before him now wearing just sexy matching black cotton bra and panties. Dave was never particularly fond of, if not a little turned off by, huge muscular women. Now that he found himself sitting in front of one, he was not sure how to react. A growing hardness in his pants, suggested he was having a positive reaction to this. He wasn't sure if it was her massive firm breasts, beautiful face, or the fact that he was about to be able to have his way with a woman who could probably kick his ass - but Dave was definately turned on. He snapped out of his thoughts a little when he looked up at Wendy's face and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. For the first time in the day he softened a little - and actually felt a little bad for her. "Wendy, what's wrong?" - that was the first time he had actually spoken her name. Trying to stifle sniffles, Wendy replied "Oh, Mr. Turner. I am so sorry, I know you are probably so turned off by my huge muscles." Wendy paused to dab the tears from her cheek with a tissue. "Please Mr. Turner, if you just give me a chance - I am sure if I stop lifting weights I can try and get smaller for you. Plus I really am a good secretary." Wendy continued to sniff and stand before Dave, her breasts heaving against the confines of the bra every time she drew in a breath. Judging from his raging hard-on, Dave wasn't sure he wanted her to get smaller. All Dave wanted was some relief from his raging hard-on. He decided to keep things moving. "Go ahead and step on the scale, then come over here and show me how good you are with your mouth." Wendy meekly stepped on the scale, and in a quiet voice stated "I am 185" Tears started flowing again "Mr. Turner, my muscles are alot of my weight. If I try to reduce, I am sure I can get down to 140." "Let's worry about that later." Dave snorted "I need to see how good you are with sucking my dick." Wendy's spirits actually seemed to lift a little - like she was surprised that he would still desire her. She stepped off the scale and started walking toward Dave. "Put those sexy high heels back on your feet, please." It was the first time he said please all day. Wendy looked down at her sexy 5" black high heels laying on the floor. She had reservations about this - her constant focus on completely relaxing her muscles seemed to be keeping Mr. Turner from completely rejecting her. She knew that once she stepped into her high heels, her calves and thighs would explode with muscle. She was terrified that Mr. Turned would be turned off and order her out of his office. "Mr. Turner, are you sure? Wearing these make my legs look ever more muscular". Dave was getting annoyed that this was taking so long, as his dick was starting to hurt against his pants. "Please just put the fucking heels on and come over here and suck me off." Wendy reluctantly complied, slowly slipping the 5" black heel first onto the left foot, then the right. When she stood up, her calves and thighs were suddenly much more defined, no amount of relaxing could prevent them from becoming somewhat pumped from the pressure of the heel. Dave's cock pressed against his pants even more. Holy shit, he thought, her legs look so good in those heels. Exasperated, Dave exclaimed "Wendy, get over here, or I am going to explode." Wendy had so thought that Dave was going to order her out of his office once he saw her legs explode after putting on her high heels, that she was looking over at her clothes on the floor, thinking how she could quickly put them on and get out of there. She was caught off guard. She quickly made her way over to Mr. Turner. Wendy knelt down in front of Dave, and started to unzip his pants. The sight of Wendy's massive breasts hanging down between his legs almost made Dave come. As Wendy removed Mr. Turner's dick from his pants and prepared to go down on it, she suddenly had a flashback to the last time she had ever sucked a guy's dick. ********* FLASHBACK ************************* She was a 16 year old junior in high school. It was spring, just before school let out for the summer. She was now seeing the football player she had a crush on the previous year. Chris made it clear to her when she first approached him the previous year, that he was only into "athletic" and "fit" girls. Wendy was so obsessed with him, that she was willing to do anything to be with him - even if that meant totally focusing on working out. Chris didn't really give her the time of day at first, but once Wendy's body started firming up (she made sure she wore short denim skirts and stood up on her toes and bent over to grab things from her locker whenever Chris walked by in the hall). Pretty soon, Chris would talk to her more often, and she often noticed a stabbing in his pants which told her he liked what he saw. In the last six weeks, she had really increased her workouts - and changed the focus from cario to weights. Wendy had started taking measurements of her weight and muscles, and knew that at the rate that she was gaining size and strength, that she would be stronger than Chris by the end of the summer. "Dating" Chris turned out to be a mixed bag. It turned out he really was not that interested in the non-intiment parts of a relationship. Each time they were alone, he would push Wendy as far as he could. They had not yet gone all the way, but he could get quite physical with her, if she didn't do what he wanted. Wendy was still really focused on him, but the obsession over weight lifting was starting to surpass the obsession over him. As she did most every day, Wendy left her parents house after school for a long run. She would run 2 miles over to Chris' house, suck him off, and run 2 miles back to her parents house. This warm spring day was going to be the last day of the ritual, as Chris was leaving the next day for summer football camp, and would not be back until September 1st, just before the first day of school. As usual, Wendy was wearing her bright white running shoes, white ankle socks, black and flourescent green shorts, and black and flourescent green spandex sports bra. Over the top she wore a loose white t-shirt with the Nike logo. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Wendy ran up Chris' parents driveway (they both worked late - so Chris was always home alone) and knocked on the door. As Chris opened the door he smiled and said "come on, lets go up stairs". Wendy begrudgingly accepted that this was now a normal part of the routine - arrive at his house and go straight to his bedroom for some "fun". Leave and jog back home as soon as she swallowed down his load. In the last week, Chris had started making comments to Wendy that he felt that she was getting "too big" and "too muscular". So the last couple times she had come over, Wendy tried hard to conceal from Chris her true development by relaxing into soft unthreatening masses all her muscles. As Wendy walked up the stairs to his bedroom, Chris followed closely behind cupping and caressing her firm ass and legs. Chris plopped down on his bed and forcefully pulled Wendy down on top of him. They started making out as Chris ran his hands all over Wendy's firm body and perky C cup breasts. After a few minutes, Wendy took off her t-shirt, (while taking care not to flex too much). They made out a few more minutes. Chris started putting his hand down Wendy's spandex shorts and slowly pulled them down to her ankles, revealing Wendy's black thong. As Chris rubbed his hard cock against the thin strip of material covering her pussy, Wendy let out a soft moan. Chris took this as a sign that he could slip his cock into her tight virgin pussy. He pushed the material aside with his cock and started entering her. He was only about a 1/2 inch in, not even to her hymen, when Wendy caught his dick and eased it back out. Chris, sheepishly said "oops, I'm sorry ... must have slipped". Chris and Wendy had discussed waiting until her senior prom. Chris could hardly wait and wanted so badly to pop her cherry right there. Chris needed *some* relief, so he forcefully pushed Wendy's mouth over his cock. As Wendy started to bob up and down on his cock, and move her tongue all over his cock head and shaft, she made a conscience note that this would be the last time she would ever submissively suck off a guy like this. She knew that by the end of the summer, she would be stronger than Chris - and she resolved to force him to eat her out (something he had refused to do). As Wendy continued to work Chris' cock with her tongue and mouth, she could feel him nearing his climax. As the semen began flowing into her mouth and down her throat, she in a way savored the taste - she knew that would be the last time she would have to suck and swallow a guy. Chris stopped moving after a minute and eventually fell asleep. Wendy quietly pulled her spandex shorts back up over her thong and put her t-shirt back on. She proceeded to continue her run back to her parent's house - knowing that she would not see Chris again until September. ********* 12 WEEKS LATER ************************* Wendy had focused the entire summer on lifting weights, and her body exploded with muscle and strength as she predicted it would. Veins had started appearing over her growing biceps, and he abs were now clearly defined into a six pack. He legs had grown as well, with her calves forming into a diamond shape, and her thighs bulging with power. In spite of all this, her breasts had continued to develop over the summer and now she had clearly graduated to D cups. She knew based on the amounts she could lift, that she was now much stronger than Chris. It was August 29th, and she knew he would be back on September 1st. She started thinking about how shocked he would be to see her. She remembered that he liked "fit" but not "muscular" women, so was resigned to the fact that he probably wouldn't want her anymore. However, she really wanted to savor the experience of revealing herself to him. She looked in the corner of her bedroom and saw her black and green spandex running shorts and top balled up. They had stopped fitting her a few short weeks after Chris left for camp as her thighs and upper body continued to expand from her intense weight lifting. She picked them up and started to try to put them on - but it was clear that her muscles would tear right through the material if she put it on. Wendy was frustrated, she really wanted to wear the same outfit Chris last saw her in, so it was clear how much she had grown and developed. She had a vague notion of getting him in his bedroom and then revealing herself to him once they were alone. The plan wouldn't work if she couldn't figure out a way to squeeze into her spandex without ripping it apart. She went to her computer and Googled on "muscle relaxing techniques" and "temporary muscle shrinking". She found a site written by a wrestler who liked to ease his opponents into thinking they were going to have an easy match - and then flexing out of your clothes and exploding with muscle just prior to the match to completely freak out the opponent. The instructions on the site said she needed a minimum of three days of combination mental and physical relaxation and self massaging to make it work. If she was successful, her muscles would shrink 30-35% and her bulding veins would go back into her skin. That might be just enough to squeeze into her spandex running outfit. Eash day she checked her progress, and it seemed to be working. On the afternoon of September 1st, she finally tried to put on the spandex shorts and top. She first put on her black thong, then slowly pulled her shorts up past her calves. When the shorts reached her thighs, it didn't seem that they would go any further, but she was able to eventually slowly shimmy them up and over her thong straps. The green and black spandex top would prove to be even more difficult. She got her arms through ... but getting it over her large chest was almost impossible. Not only had her breasts grown from a C to a D cup, but her total chest size had also increased dramatically. It took her almost 45 minutes to slowly ease the top down. She looked in the mirror, the seams of both the top and the shorts were under some serious strain and looked as though they might pull apart. She looked at her IronMan watch and realized she might be late. She pulled on the Nike t-shirt which even looked a little too tight now. Jogging to Chris' was out of the question. Her thighs and calves would explode out of the spandex shorts before she would get to the end of her parent's block. She borrowed her mom's car and parked it up the block from Chris' house. She wanted Chris to think she had jogged over - so she even sprinkled some water on her to pass as sweat. As she approached Chris' front door, she got really nervous. She couldn't let him walk behind her up the stairs - even relaxed, her calves and thighs would menacingly flex from the strain of climbing the stairs. She had to think of something else. She rang the bell. Chris answered with a big smile on his face. "Wendy - holy shit - you've grown!!" Wendy almost freaked out that he noticed right away, but then realized he was staring at her chest, not her arms or legs. Wendy licked her lips and said, "I thought you would like that - I am now a full D cup". She immedately jumped up to him and wrapped her legs around his middle. Chris was clearly caught off guard, but was strong enough to easily carry her. "Baby - why don't you carry me straight up to your bedroom. I can't wait for you to feel and suck my big breasts!" Chris' pole immediately sprang to attention. He bounded up the stairs with Wendy's legs still wrapped around his middle. Once into his bedroom he fell backwards onto the bed with Wendy on top of him. They started wildly making out with Wendy rubbing Chris' cock through his pants with her hand. After a few minutes Wendy jumped up and quickly closed Chris' blinds. "Let's make it a little bit darker and romantic in here." Chris pulse quickened, he that thought maybe she would let him go all the way with her today. In reality, Wendy wanted it darker to minimize the chance of Chris discovering her strength and muscularity before it was time. Wendy returned to the bed, and Chris eagerly moved his hands all over her body. Wendy focused all her might on keeping her muscles relaxed as possible. Chris could tell something was different about Wendy - she certainly seemed bigger, but her body was still tight and firm - just the way he liked it. As Chris removed Wendy's white t-shirt, there was a little ripping sound as some of the seams on the side of Wendy's spandex sports bra gave way. Both Wendy and Chris heard the sound, but Wendy pretended she didn't when Chris asked her if something ripped. Chris soon resumed probing Wendy's body with his hands - feeling her cobblestone abs, firm ass, big breasts. "Jesus Wendy, your abs are hard". Wendy couldn't tell if that was a complaint or compliment. Wendy was hoping that Chris would make his move soon - so she could make hers. She was pretty sure that her seams would split soon from the strain of trying to contain her muscled thighs and upper body. Just after that, almost if on cue, Chris started trying to get into her shorts. He noticed that the shorts were super tight, and had a tough time getting his hand beneath the material and toward her moist pussy. He finally got frustrated that he couldn't get his hand down there. He once again, forcefully grabbed Wendy by the shoulders and forced her head toward his cock. Although Wendy could have easily overpowered him, she decided to be submissive for the moment. She unzipped his pants, and just as she was about to put his cock in her mouth, she realized the time was right to start her "transformation". She let out a pained shart moan. "What's wrong?" Chris asked. "I don't know - a painful charge of energy just went through me just like getting shocked!" she replied. She sat still for a second, and then let out a loud "Owww". "What now!?" Chris replied and sat up in the bed - clearly annoyed that his dick wasn't going to be imminently sucked. "My legs are cramping. Can you rub them for a second? I promise I will give you the best blow job ever if you can just rub out the cramp." Wendy then layed across Chris' lap. Just as Chris was putting his hands on her calves to start massaging, Wendy focused on making her legs flex and expand. As soon as Chris put his hand on her calves he felt them twitch. As he started to rub he could feel the muscles start to get bigger. He was starting to think "What the fuck" just when he heard Wendy give another painful moan, followed immediately by the sounds of threads tearing. As he looked down at her spandex running shorts, he could see that he thigh muscles were growing and the seem was rapidly loosing it's battle to contain her enormous thighs. "Holy shit! - Wendy what's happening to your legs?" Chris urgently asked. Wendy moaned again and cried "I don't know! I'm scared Chris. Look my legs getting bigger and are splitting out of my shorts! Please help! Get them off before they are completely ruined!" Chris proceeded to try to tug down Wendy's shorts over her thighs. The material was so tight that he couldn't budge it. In the mean time, the tearing sound continued as the seams continued to split. Wendy secretly continued to power up her legs by flexing and expanding them. "Chris! Hurry! Get them off before they are ruined!" "Wendy - I'm trying! They're so tight on your thighs ... I can't budge them!" as he was saying this Wendy gave a final flex and the seems completely split apart and the remains of the shorts fell off revealing her black thong. Chris stared at her super muscular legs. Her calves and thighs were so hard and defined. Chris had never seen anything like it before. Wendy continued to (pretend to) shake and cry. "Oh Chris! What just happened!? Your favorate spandex shorts are ruined! I'm so scared, help me Chris!" Wendy hugged Chris and started sobbing in his arms. Repeating "I'm so scared! Please help!" As Chris hugged her back, he stared down at he muscular legs and started getting nervous. They looked so big and powerful. He hoped nothing caused Wendy to turn against him. As Chris held her he moaned "God Wendy I can't believe how big and powerful your legs are." Wendy seemed to snap out of her sobbing and started running her hands all over the hard defined muscles of her calves and legs. Just then, Wendy let out another painful moan. "Oh God! It's happening again! Another charge just went through my body" Wendy cried. "Please Chris, make it stop!" Just then Wendy focused her energy on flexing and expending her biceps, abs and chest. Tearing could be heard again as the seams of her sports bra started splitting again, just like they did on her shorts. "Please Chris, get it off me before it's ruined!!" Chris vainly tried to tug the top above her massive breasts and chest before it was completely ruined. "Hurry Chris!" Once again, Wendy gave a final massive flex. The sports bra ripped completely at the seams and fell to the ground. Now Wendy only wore her black thong, and white ankle socks and bright white running shoes. Her biceps and abs were just pulsing with power. Angry veins came to the surface and ran all over her biceps and triceps. Her massive breasts defied gravity as they rested above her massive pectorals. TO BE CONTINUED ...