Computer humming...
Screen glaring...
His fingers tapping on his desk...
And KG was quite bored.
He was the only person in his office. Again.
Although the actual building itself still contained other workers, they rarely had much to do with KG or his department... unless the photocopier malfunctioned again...
KG rested his head on the palm of the hand not currently trying to drum Hot for Teacher against the desk. He was the office junior in all but job title, and without his work colleagues in, he had the square root of bugger-all to do until 4:30pm.
THUD was the noise that KG's forehead made as it slipped from his palm and onto the wooden surface of the desk, like a boulder tumbling from a cliffside.
"Fucking hell, man," he grumbled, peeling his head from the desk and sighing.
Taking the PC mouse in his hand, he used it to glide the onscreen cursor over to the Skype icon on his taskbar.
Clicking it, he scanned the window that opened up - hopefully the one thing that had always helped him at times like this would be able to help him again!
Snap - offline
Bollocks.
He was just going to have to fire up the internet and find a wrestling podcast or something to keep him from falling asleep for the next few hours...
Then he saw it. A little red circle with a white 1 in the middle. Someone had messaged him.
He clicked on the Skype symbol with lightning speed, thinking that Snap had just signed on.
But it was not Snap.
Nicole: Hi!
Jesus. Now he was being hit on by a Skype sexbot.
And yet... 'Bugger it', KG thought. Normally, he'd just block this 'Nicole', with her blank avatar, without a second thought, but he was desperate for something to take the edge off of his boredom, and a cringeworthy chat with a sexbot would give him some laughs.
He took to his keyboard.
KG: Hullo
Nicole: And how are you today?
KG blow air out of his nostrils. Typical sexbot answer. He'd give a typical answer back.
KG: Bored.
Nicole's answer came back surprisingly quickly.
Nicole: Work sucks, I know. Must be hard when you have no colleagues to work with.
KG blinked.
Not only had Nicole quoted Blink-182, but she'd correctly stated that he was alone at work! How the actual fuck did she know that?
Had she just said the 'work sucks bit', he could maybe, potentially have passed it off as a generic phrase that she had gotten lucky in using.
But her assertion that he was alone was far too accurate to come across as anything other than suspicious...
His fingers flew across the keyboard as he replied.
KG: Nice guess. How do you know that?
Nicole: I know many things. Still think I'm a sexbot?
That reply had been almost instantaneous. Was the person on the other end a professional secretary?
KG replied to this, asking for something he'd never asked for before.
KG: Going to need proof.
Nicole: Then I will give it to you.
Nicole is calling...
KG had barely begun to comprehend this latest, lightning-fast reply when the blue Skype call box appeared. Nicole's blank avatar was in the middle, and the green and red phone symbols were down below it.
Given no chance to react, KG would probably have started to sweat at his current situation, had he not been a reptile.
Did he want to answer this call? Part of his brain still believed that this was a game, an elaborate hoax of some kind. Moreover, what if someone from the office building came in and discovered how he was spending his and the company's time?
But the other half of him would have liked very much to accept the call. He wasn't so sure that this was a sexbot any more - her replies were too accurate to his situation, which had given him a major case of curiosity.
The curiosity won.
KG's headphones were in his bag under the desk, and with trembling hands he removed them, plugging the jack into his PC tower.
Before he answered Nicole's call, however, he had to be sure that people in other rooms wouldn't suspect that he was doing anything out of the ordinary.
To this end, he loudly took his work phone out of it's receiver and loudly mashed some of the keys of the numberpad, as though he were making an actual call to someone.
This done, he placed the speakers of his headphones on either side of his head - the Skype ringtone buzzing through his skull - and clicked on the green phone button.
"Hullo?" he ventured into the mic on his headphones.
There was a moment of silence, in which KG found himself leaning forward, waiting for a reply.
"Hello KG," came the reply, and KG beheld a clear, smooth female voice. There was no huskiness, nor any trace of breathy horniness in it whatsoever. It sounded, to be honest, a little like a SatNav voice.
"You're Nicole, is that right?" KG's voice quaked a little - his mouth and throat had gone quite dry. "You're - you're real?"
"Oh, I assure you that I'm quite real." Nicole said, completely evenly.
"A-aye," was KG's shaky reply, but Nicole was all business.
"Now, I believe that you asked for proof of who I was?"
"Um?" KG was a little perplexed - her speaking to him was proof enough, was it not? Again, his curiosity showed itself, wondering what other surprises that she had. "Alright then."
"Very well, then," Nicole replied. "I would advise that you lean backwards a little, and remove your hands from the desk."
Without even thinking, KG did as he was told, and just in time...
WHOOMP
KG clamped both hands over his mouth to prevent himself from crying out loud as, inexplicably, a pair of absolutely gigantic brown breasts erupted from his PC monitor and slammed themselves onto his desk!
"Well?" Nicole prompted.
"Holy shit," KG whispered, unable to believe what his eyes were telling him. "Nicole, what the-?"
"This is my proof," Nicole stated, matter-of-factly. "And before you ask: you may certainly handle them."
For a moment, KG merely stared at Nicole's tits, his mouth agape.
They were truly massive. Each of them had to be at least twice the size of his head! They were so massive, in fact, that they spanned the space from his monitor to the edge of his desk, leaving her fat, dark chocolate nipples somewhere over that edge.
KG raised his hands, shaking and jittery, above the surface of those brown hooters. He descended slowly, as though he were afraid that they might detonate if he touched them.
Then his palms and fingers made contact.
God, they felt glorious.They were like giant, firm balloons, allowing his hands to sink in a little, but not too much.
"Do you like how they feel?" Nicole asked, as KG's hands roamed her breasts.
"God yes," KG replied quietly, reaching her dark nipples and pinching them.
"Try lifting them," Nicole now suggested.
In response, KG moved his hands underneath Nicole's mighty rack, positioning one hand under each tit and attempting to lift them skywards.
They were definitely heavier than he'd thought. It was like trying to lift up a sofa cushion that someone was already sitting on.
KG abandoned this course of action, leaning forward to touch Nicole's huge mammaries with his face.
As good as they'd felt on his hands, they were even better on his face.
He could have attacked them full speed, but he chose not to, savouring the divine textile feel of those mighty funbags as he alternated between kissing them and digging his forked tongue into the deep trench of her cleavage.
"I'm glad you're enjoying them," Nicole noted.
"Mmmh," KG moaned, not able to keep his voice quiet any more due to the sheer lust he was experiencing.
KG's oral appreciation of Nicole's boobs went on unhindered for another full minute,until...
"Hmmmf?"
KG had just settled his nose as deep into Nicole's all-encompassing cleavage, when he felt them start to slip away from him.
He sat back upright, just in time to see those chocolate milkbags being sucked backwards into his PC monitor, squidging gloriously against one another, before they seemed to deflate in order to both fit through it at the same time.
When they both went through, they left only the screen there.
The call dropped, and KG was left in horny silence.
KG was still, his mouth open. After a few seconds, he reached out to the keyboard.
KG: I was enjoying that.
Nicole: I know, but we should not continue here. Wait until you get home, then contact me here.
Nicole's prompt response had banished KG's brief surge of annoyance.
He quickly added Nicole as a Skype friend, closed it down, and started to plan how he could get down to the bus stop without anyone noticing that he was now three-legged...
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