Emily Enchanted


Emily Enchanted by Lou Bealy

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Emily was having a typical day at the office, filled with frustration and monotony. The only thing that made it different than any other day was the fact that it was her thirtieth birthday. She didn’t have a party or anything. Her parents didn’t even call, since they were off on a cruise and couldn’t be bothered.

The only exception was her friend who also worked in the office, Madelyn, who got her a cupcake and a sweet little card. At least she had someone. They didn’t get to see each other much at work anymore so it was nice that she had come by to visit.

She always tried to be friendly and the other people at the office seemed to like her and they were generally friendly back but she never really hung out with any of them. They were all “work friends” at best. Or at worst, they were annoying creeps like Ethan.

It was lunchtime and so far it was just a regular day. She had not had one remarkable thing happen to her that day, other than her own recognition that her biological clock was relentlessly ticking her youth away. She ate her regular lunch of a salad but finished it off with the red velvet cupcake.

Happy birthday to me, she thought bitterly, eating the red velvet cupcake alone in the break room without even Madelyn to keep her company. The delicious chocolate flavor and cream cheese frosting were not enough to cheer her up and she spent the remainder of her lunch staring at old photos on Facebook and reminiscing on better times.

“Hey, girly,” Ethan said as he walked by her table, giving her one of his patented creepy grins.

She had never really liked him. He was short, thin, kind of mousy with dark patchy five o’clock shadow that made him look like he was about twelve except for the receding hairline that he tried to hide with the slicked-back look. He creeped her out too. She would often catch him staring at her and when she noticed he would flash a smile that creeped her out even more.

A guy like him only dreamed of being with a girl like her. Sure, she was thirty now but she was still very attractive. She was petite, with long dark hair that reached the small of her back. She was toned and athletic from pilates classes. She was educated and sophisticated. Plus her C-cup breasts looked enormous on her petite frame. Any guy should want her, she told herself. She just wished that somehow didn’t include her lecherous coworker. Why did he have to be in the next cubicle over from hers?

She tried to ignore him, hoping he would just go away but sadly, that never worked very well.

“If you don’t stop being so mean to me,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “I won’t let you buy me dinner.” He grinned wider, trying to sound smooth but it came off as lame and creepy.

“This is my first chance to have a break today and I have a few minutes left on it,” she replied, not even bothering to hide her irritation at this point. “Please just let me enjoy them in peace.”

“Break?” He teased. “I didn’t know you had a break. You’re Little Miss Workaholic. Management’s favorite little girl.”

She rolled her eyes. “So I’m dedicated and make you look bad by comparison.” She stood up and threw her empty salad bowl away as she walked past. “One of us is clearly trying to get ahead.”

He laughed. “You should join me in my cubicle. Then you can do for me what you do for them. I’d like to get some head too.” He laughed at his own joke. “I can’t promote you or anything but I can promise it will be fun.”

She shook her head and kept walking, choosing not to give him any more attention. What she found strange is that she realized that she was standing in his cubicle. She had followed him in without even thinking.

What she didn’t realize was that there was in fact something very different about that day. Her fate had been sealed before she had even been born. Unknown to her, an event that happened centuries earlier was playing out that day. An ancestor of hers lost a bet to a demon, with a price to be paid sometime down the line. At long last, the debt was coming due and Emily was about to pay a dear price.

She stood in her vile coworker’s cubicle and wondered what she was doing there. He turned back to her and looked like he was clearly wondering the same thing but quickly gave one of his creepy smiles.

“What, did you finally give in to my charms?” He grinned wider, clearly pleasantly surprised.

“I- uh,” she stammered. She didn’t really know why she was there and it was actually pretty awkward. She tried to think of some kind of witty comment to get herself out of the embarrassment but was coming up blank. “Nevermind.” She turned to leave abruptly, her face burning.

“What? You change your mind or something?” he called after her. “Stay. So you can show me how you got to where you are,” he teased, clearly not expecting much from her.

She was about to tell him off and go back to her cubicle but she found that she couldn’t. She watched as her own body disobeyed her and turned back to Ethan. He couldn’t move a muscle. She mentally struggled with every ounce of will she could muster but she couldn’t even twitch. She stood there in front of his desk, struggling with every ounce of will she could muster to try and move.

But she couldn’t. She was glued to that spot.

“That’s a good girl,” Ethan said, laughing. He didn’t seem to believe she was listening to him but he was going to keep trying anyway. “Come back, let’s hang out for a minute.” He continued laughing as she walked over to him.

Her body was acting on its own. She wanted to run out of the cubicle and get away from this creep but she couldn’t. She stood by his side, unable to move.

“What did you do to me?” she asked, realizing that she hadn’t completely lost control of her body and could still speak.

He raised an eyebrow. “Me?” he asked, confused. “I didn’t do anything.” He spat the words quickly in a defensive tone.

“I- I can’t.” She struggled to speak, her words catching in her throat. “I can’t move.”

“That’s ridiculous.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Knock it off, Emily.”

As soon as Ethan said it, she was able to move again. She made a beeline for the door as soon as she could move again. She had almost made it out when he called out to her.

“Where are you going? Stop.” He yelled, still confused.

Again she was immediately glued to the spot as soon as the words had left his lips but she was otherwise able to move. She turned back to glare at him.

“Let me go.” She snarled at him, trying her best to not show her fear.

Ethan seemed to grow larger when she said that. He had a smile on his face like a child who had just gotten a new toy for Christmas.

“Why should I?” He grinned wide at her. He laughed again and stood up to walk over to her. He stood an inch from her face. His smug grin showed just how much he was enjoying his newfound apparent power over her. “What are you going to do for me?”

“You son of a-” she muttered before a voice from behind them cut her off.

“What are you doing there, Emily?” Lara the office supervisor asked from her desk. “Get back to work,” she barked and then turned back to her work.

She clearly had not seen Ethan there leering over Emily, which was good for him because they also happened to be married. Lara wasn’t the jealous type, since she was a petite little Latina with a smoking hot curvy bod that she must have gotten from a combination of childbearing hips and working out. She wore tight dresses, lots of jewelry, and thick-rimmed glasses that gave her a kind of sophisticated look. She wasn’t the jealous type but she was also wrapped around Ethan’s finger, which was sad because she seemed nice enough, if a little meek, at least with him. It was a wonder she was the supervisor.

But with that chance, she was able to turn and run before Ethan said anything else. She moved as quickly as she could, she was so scared. When she got back to her cubicle she practically jumped into her chair. She landed hard and spun around in the office chair while catching her breath. She just sat there at her desk, trembling with fear and trying to figure out what had happened to her.

It was near the end of the day, right about the time she was able to catch her breath and actually calm down, she heard Ethan call from his cubicle across the hall, “Emily, c’ mere!”

Emily was horrified once again to watch helplessly as her body stood up on its own and walked out of her cubicle and over towards Ethan’s. She was seemingly able to slow down her progress, but that only delayed the inevitable and prolonged the time she had to dwell on what was happening to her. Visions of all of the most horrible things he was going to do to her passed through her head as her feet pulled her around the corner and back into Ethan’s lecherous gaze.

The look on his face gave her chills when she saw it. He grinned wide but his eyes projected menace as they faced each other. It was like he was excited but only as an opportunity to inflict some harm. He looked to her like a little kid with a bug in a jar.

“Good of you to join me.” He chuckled at his own joke and patted an empty spot on his desk, beckoning her to sit and her body immediately obliged. “Since the people are leaving, we may have a chance for you to show me what you were going to show me before.”

Emily’s face twisted in horror. She knew from before that she still had the ability to speak and she wanted to protest but she was so terrified that her words caught in her throat.

“Why don’t you finish up printing and binding my daily report?” he said, gesturing to his monitor and the document still open on his word processor.

Nothing happened. She gave a little sigh as they both realized that she wasn’t going to do it.

“Ah.” He nodded. “I guess I should phrase it differently.” He leaned in and locked his eyes on hers. “Print out the reports and put them in the binders,” he said with a little giggle. He couldn’t seem to contain his excitement. “Now,” he added firmly.

That time he got what he wanted. He gave a little giggle as he watched her hop off the desk and sit in his chair to begin doing his job for him. She whimpered as she did his bidding.

“Oh shut up,” he said playfully. When he saw that she had immediately complied he grinned even wider. “This is so amazing. I can’t believe I have you so completely helpless like this!” he said, with such excitement that he thought he would squee.

He watched her do his office work for another few minutes, grinning like an idiot. She had just finished printing and binding the last report when he moved up behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hands softly gripping her backside. She tried to move away but he stopped her with an arm around her waist.

“Stop. Bend over,” he whispered in her ear.

She trembled, trying with all of her might to resist but she felt her body obey him immediately. She bent over at the waist and leaned on the desk, pushing her ass out further. She felt his hot smelly breath on her shoulder as his hand slid around her left ass cheek and then slowly to the right. She couldn’t even whimper due to his command to shut up, the sound caught in her throat. He pressed down on her back with his other hand, pressing her chest down onto the desk. She felt her breasts mash into the cold metal top as he leaned down on her. She could feel the coolness of the metal instantly through her thin top and bra, giving her goosebumps and causing her nipples to grow hard as well.

“Emily, are you in here?” she heard a voice from behind them say, but she couldn’t turn around to look but she thought it sounded like Madelyn.

“Go home, but don’t say anything about this,” Ethan whispered in her ear, and before he had finished speaking she took off and practically ran from the cubicle until she almost collided with Madelyn in the hall.

“Oh! What were you doing with Ethan?” She asked in a confused tone. She knew what Emily and most everyone in the office except his wife Lara thought of him. (Hell, even Lara probably agreed.)

“Come back tomorrow!” Ethan called out from the cubicle.

Madelyn raised her eyebrow but said nothing.

Emily wanted to tell her the horrible experience she had just been through but she couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to, the words just would not come. All that she could say was “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, her thin mousy face scrunched up with concern.

“I- I’m fine,” Emily replied, quickly stepping away.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get something to eat after-” she began to say before Emily cut her off.

“No, thank you,” she said a bit too forcefully before willing herself to take a deep breath and calm down. “I’m sorry, I just had a rough day and need to go home,” she added before turning to rush to her car.

Emily couldn’t sleep that night. She lay there in bed worrying about what was going to happen to her when she came back to the office the following day. She wanted to simply not go and had even planned not to immediately after he had told her to leave… but then she remembered the command he had given her before she left. She had no choice. She would be there tomorrow and she couldn’t even tell anyone what she suspected was going to happen.

* * *

The next day she found herself standing in Ethan’s cubicle the first thing in the morning. She stood there waiting for him to come in and when he did he couldn’t hide his sheer glee.

He laughed as soon as he saw her. “How long have you been standing here?” he asked, suppressing another giggle.

“Not long…” she said, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but he saw right through it.

His eyes narrowed but his grin only got wider, giving him a very menacing aspect. “Tell the truth, now.”

Emily tried to bite her lip to stop herself but the words “Three hours and seventeen minutes,” came flying out of her mouth despite all of her efforts.

He laughed again even louder. “Oh, this is going to be so good.” He squealed with glee like a teenage girl. “The first thing I want you to do is-”

“Hey, Ethan.” Lara poked her head in. “I need to talk to you before the meeting.” She stopped for just a moment to look at Emily, clearly wondering what she was doing there, but didn’t address it. She simply added, “Time to go to work, Emily.”

Ethan gritted his teeth and glanced at Emily before begrudgingly followed his wife out of the cubicle.

“Wait for me in the copy room,” he whispered to her as he walked by.

She had no choice and her body got up out of her chair and immediately marched itself to the copy room immediately. It was enraging that her body obeyed that slimeball, despite her trying with every ounce of will she could muster to resist. She was his puppet. She was a plaything, a prisoner in her own body. She couldn’t even tell anyone about it.

When she got to the room, she was once again able to control her own body but she couldn’t leave. That wasn’t surprising, given that he had told her to wait, but it was still both terrifying and enraging. Her foot just wouldn’t move as soon as she was at the threshold of the door. She tried throwing herself forward but couldn’t do that either. She eventually gave up and stood next to a copy machine so no one would wonder what she was doing.

After what felt like hours and many people had come to get copies and left, Ethan popped in.

“Sorry, babe,” he snickered as he approached her. He was almost strutting; moving like his whole body was flashing that smug grin on his face.

“I’m not your babe,” she snapped back, crossing her arms in front of her boobs.

He laughed and shook his head, gesturing to her arms with a finger. “Nuh-uh.” Her body immediately complied, uncrossing her arms. He stared at her chest for a moment before his face lit up as he seemed to have an idea.

“Come over here and show me your tits,” he commanded nonchalantly.

“You creep!” she blurted out, probably too loud because she lost her ability to make any noise with a simple “shush”.

Her hands reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, roughly pulling it up and showing her cleavage from the tight bra. Her face burned from embarrassment.

He shook his head and chuckled. “No, no. Without the bra.” As he spoke, he lifted the cover of one of the copy machines.

Again her hands acted on their own to quickly unfasten the front of her bra and a moment later her bare breasts were out for anyone who walked through the door to see. Luckily for her, there weren’t any cameras in the room to capture her apparently flashing her married coworker. Luckily for him as well, Emily supposed.

“I want some copies made of your best feature.” He chuckled and pointed to the photocopier. She hesitated for a moment because she didn’t know what he meant at first. But as soon as she realized what she meant, her body went to action.

She couldn’t speak but she could glare daggers at him as she hit the copy button.

“If you’re going to look at me, you should be smiling,” Ethan said matter-of-factly. She felt a smile begin to force itself onto her face, but she turned away from him instead of allowing it to show.

Ethan collected a couple of pictures of Emily’s boobs mashed into the glass portion of the scanner and chuckled at the novelty before he quickly lost interest. She held her breath as she heard him walk around behind her. She felt him lean over behind her, his hot breath moistening the skin on the back of her neck as his hands encircled her waist. He held her there, copies continuing to spit out of the machine. The cool glass made her nipples hard, which he noticed on the pictures with a snort.

Their privacy was interrupted by the sound of someone typing in the security code on the lock. Emily realized that might have been why this room was chosen, because of the extra moment or two it afforded him to back off and tell her to “act normal”. She had just enough time to put her boobs away before she saw Madelyn enter the room and give her a strange, quizzical look as they walked past one another.

After he gave her that command and turned his back to gather the copies of her boobs, she tried and found she was able to quickly flee the room. She thanked him sarcastically for giving him such a vague command as she made it back to her cubicle.

She sat down in her chair with a plop but found herself unable to relax for a moment. Apparently, “acting normal” meant at least going through the motions of working. After a little time, there was a little knock on the wall of her cubicle. She turned around to see Madelyn smiling back at her, looking a little nervous.

“What is it?” Emily asked Madelyn.

“What’s going on with you and Ethan?” Madelyn asked as she stepped into the room. She stood there awkwardly with her hands behind her back and waited for a response, looking very concerned.

She still couldn’t mention what was going on so she hoped to get Madelyn away from her before Ethan did the same thing to her.

“I can’t tell you,” she finally blurted out, not sure what else to say. Her mind raced, trying to figure out a way to warn Madelyn but she couldn’t come up with anything. It was like trying to outsmart herself. She seemed to follow every command to the letter of what he demanded, no more or less.

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?” Madelyn demanded. She was still confused but her mousy face was beginning to scrunch up with irritation. She brought her hands from behind her back and waved a piece of paper at Emily. “You trying to use your big boobs to get ahead again?” She threw the piece of paper on Emily’s desk. She picked it up and gasped. It was one of the copies of her boobs, with her nipples hard against the glass.

Emily just sat there and stared at her, unable to say anything more. She kept thinking the words but when she tried to say them, nothing came out. She struggled as hard as she could, but in the end, she was powerless.

Madelyn could obviously tell that something was wrong and gave a frustrated groan. “Tell me what is going on right now!”

“I don’t know. I had to do what Ethan said and he commanded me not to tell you,” Emily blurted out in reply automatically. Her eyes went wide, realizing what it meant.

Madelyn, ever the perceptive one, noticed the look on her face and smiled. “And you” finally told me because I commanded it. So you have to do what I tell you.”

“Madlyn-!” Emily called out in surprise before the petite secretary shushed her.

“So prove it, uh… stand on one foot,” Madelyn blurted.

“Madelyn!” Emily chastised her friend. “This isn’t funny!”

“Staple your own finger then.” Madelyn pointed to the stapler.

“What? No!” Madelyn shrieked and reached for the stapler, her face showing pure terror. She grabbed it and held it against her finger.

“Okay, okay, okay, don’t.” Madelyn quickly added, shaking her hands in a “no” gesture.

Emily sighed with relief and put the stapler back, her hand still shaking.

“I can help you, then.” Madelyn giggled at how clever she was. “I command you to calm down, alright?”

It worked immediately. Emily felt her whole body relax as the tension she had been carrying for days just melted away. She was still freaking out in her mind, but the relaxed state of her body helped her anyway.

“Good, now just let me help you. I’ll undo anything he tells you to, kay?” Madelyn said in her usual chipper way. “Keep this quiet still. Someone else would take advantage of you, you know?” she said, her face full of concern.

She was just so positive (and somewhat naive)that it was hard to argue with her. That and she literally ordered her to go along with it, but Emily wasn’t sure how much that affected her. Could her mind be controlled? She still didn’t know what was going on. She had only just learned that others besides Ethan could give her orders. Did that mean he wasn’t behind it, as he had claimed? She had no way of really knowing.

She luckily avoided seeing Ethan for the rest of the day. He was probably in meetings, she guessed. She was able to actually get some work done and forget about whatever strange magic had affected her.

And for a few days, things were much more normal. Madelyn tried to be around Emily as much as she could to discourage Ethan from trying anything in the first place. A few times, Ethan had told her to do some of his work for him or get him coffee. He could still control her in front of the others, which was the worst part. But luckily Madelyn would be there to casually tell her to do something else and then she could usually escape before he said anything else.

It worked out pretty well so Ethan was never truly in a position to do something truly awful to her. But she wondered how long this could last. She wanted to tell someone and even though she wasn’t even sure if Ethan’s orders stood anymore since Madelyn had said she didn’t have to listen to him but she had also told Emily not to talk about the curse or whatever it was. So it was a moot point, she supposed.

* * *

Emily’s life went on in that fashion until one morning she was in the copy room again. She already had bad feelings associated with the place after what had already happened there and was afraid when she heard the door lock beep that Ethan was coming but was relieved to see it was Madelyn.

“Whatever Ethan may have told you to do, ignore it,” Madelyn announced as soon as she saw that it was just the two of them. She had a big grin on her face. “And come over here.”

“What is it?” Emily asked while her body obeyed and marched her over next to the petite little mousy faced secretary.

“Hold this.” Madelyn handed her a big chunk of ice from the top of the freezer in the breakroom.

Emily held them for a moment and stared in confusion at Madelyn before the secretary added, “Between your big titties.” She giggled, putting her hands on her hips to watch the fun with a smirk.

Emily looked at her friend in shock as her body obeyed. Her hands pulled her top open slightly and dropped the piece of ice between her tits. She shivered as she pressed her tits together around the cold slick ice.

Emily was shocked. “What are you-”

“Shhh…” Madelyn put her finger across Emily’s lips. “Hold the ice there between your big fat tits. The same tits you have used to get ahead in this company.” After waiting for a few moments, watching Emily looking clearly uncomfortable, she added, “You don’t look so sexy now, do you?”

Madelyn was trying her best to sound menacing but it didn’t work very well. If Emily hadn’t been silenced she may have laughed. But she could only stand there helplessly and do the small woman’s bidding.

“You’re probably the office slut, huh? Because you have long hair and big tits. I bet all of the guys go for you. You give them their sick desires and you get the promotions that you don’t really deserve.”

Emily couldn’t even argue against the horrible accusations, since she had been silenced. She stood there, squeezing the ice between her breasts, making her shiver and wet as it melted against her skin. She was able to glare at Madelyn, at least. She shook her head and raised her eyebrows as if to ask “why”.

“Now go back to your desk and sit there like that until it is all melted,” Madelyn commanded with a giggle.

Emily marched straight back to her desk and sat there, shivering while the ice melted between her boobs, unable to move or do anything about it.

And from then on, Madelyn would have Emily do degrading things for her instead. She had one up on Ethan in that he didn’t know she was in on it. When she finally answered Emily’s questions as to why she was doing it, she simply smiled and said, “Maybe I like having a big boob slave?” And then shushed her again. She concluded she must be jealous, like so many flat chested, less attractive girls were of her. But she never was able to truly confront Madelyn about it. She was shushed every time.

Eventually, when Emily tried to protest, Madelyn seemed to lose all patience with her and huffed, “Go to Ethan and silently wait for him to tell you to do something, for all I care, you big boob slut.”

Madelyn’s words stung but she was more worried about what Ethan was going to make her do, as her body took her to his cubicle. When she got there, he looked up at her and grinned as she stood there and waited.

“You came here all on your own, huh?” He grinned at her and stood up from his desk. He adjusted his hardon which was easily visible through his tight slacks. “You must really like having a man control you, don’t you?” he added.

Unable to respond, she stood there and waited, fearing the worst. He seemed to not notice or care that she didn’t look at all pleased to be there.

“Come here, sit in my lap.” He beamed as she robotically walked over and slowly lowered her butt onto his lap. She could feel his dick throb through both of their pants.

Inside, Emily raged. She tried with all of her might to get out of his lap, to get away from him and his lewd grinding against her ass from beneath her. Her body just would not obey. She was just as helpless to resist this control he had over her.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, pulling on her hips and grinding his cock against her harder. “Get on your knees.” He pointed to the space under his desk in front of his chair.

She climbed underneath the chair on her knees and waited for the inevitable.

Before he could say anything else, they heard someone behind them gasp in surprise.

“What the fuck?” demanded Lara, who was standing in the doorway looking shocked.

“Honey!” Ethan called out in surprise, throwing Emily aside and spinning around. “It isn't what it looked like.”

“Oh really?” Lara asked, crossing her arms and looking at both of them. She had a fiery look in her eyes. “Then what was it?” she demanded. “What was she doing sitting in your lap?”

“She was, uh, assisting me with a uh-” Ethan said, speaking rapidly and his voice climbing an octave.

“Assisting you?” Lara cut him off and walked over to stand between them. She looked at Emily like she wanted to throttle her but then turned to her husband. “Oh yeah. I saw how she was assisting you. She was going to give you head. When was the last time you gave me head?” the hot sporty Latina asked with a scoff. “Hey darlin, you should start with me, I need it more.”

Ethan’s eyes went wide as Emily pushed past him.


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