"Gentlemen," my boss starts. "Investors. Thank you for agreeing to be part of this exciting new venture."
The conference room has twelve luxurious leather seats arranged about a central table. My boss stands at one end and twelve pairs of eyes deign to give him their attention. I'm there also, the only woman in the room, there primarily to ensure each attendee has tea, coffee, juice, whatever; pastries and biscuits too.
Twelve men. It's an international gathering. There's three I vaguely recognise: Saito from Japan, Cheng from China, Cabretta from Argentina. One looks very Russian. One is dressed like a cowboy and keeps staring at me as if my clothes were as insubstantial as the portal devices beneath.
My boss asked me to dress sexy for this meeting, but sexy in a formal way. It wasn't the clearest of instructions, but it was a good excuse to spend another day shopping, as well as getting my hair and nails done. I bought myself expensive hold-ups to give my legs a dark gloss and found a dress suit with a hemline high enough to reveal the lacy tops of the stockings. I treated myself to new patent leather sandals with four-inch heels, not the easiest things to walk in but I'm only wearing them for this one day.
Sexy, absolutely, but formal too. "More tea, Mr Saito?"
"I've called this meeting today," my boss is saying, "because we finally have three devices ready for production." He taps his fingertips on the top of a black box that sits on the table. There are three black boxes, all wider than they are tall, and one pink box that's shaped like a cube.
"As you know," he continues, "we started as a medical devices company, and most of our production is geared towards that. Our development of portal technology was almost accidental, and we still don't understand it well enough to scale up production in a meaningful way. But that suits us fine. We are a single supplier and most of our medical devices are in the seven-figure range."
He opens one of the smaller black boxes. Inside is a silver-edged disk maybe four inches wide and half an inch thick. On one side is a LED display like a circular phone screen, and he quickly taps and swipes through a sequence of something I can't see. He holds it up to show us the back of the disk.
It's the void. Impossibly black and very familiar to me. My boss taps a final button on his side, and a mouth appears out of the void. Two glossy red-lipsticked lips that open wide to reveal a tongue and throat. It's my mouth. My boss has activated the portal gag that I wear.
Several of the men glance knowingly at me, and then all of them are glancing back and forth between the void in my face where my mouth should be, and the open mouth in the disk.
Because of course I'm not here just for teas and coffees. I'm here to be used as a demonstration. I glare briefly at my boss for not warning me, but he just grins.
I know I'm blushing, but I do my best to act like this is all perfectly normal. (Of course it fucking isn't.)
"The oral device provides a safe and efficient way to remotely administer medicines, or to provide sustenance. Of course, it can be used for entertainment purposes also. Would one of you like to test it for yourself?"
My boss casually hands my mouth to Signor Cabretta, who watches me curiously as he slips the disk into his pants and a semi-swollen cock pushes eagerly into my mouth.
I say nothing. I can't speak anyway. My cheeks are burning as I stare at the man whose cock is in my mouth. It's not a huge cock or anything, but the realisation that my boss can casually hand my mouth to someone else for them to use it in front of me, with other men all staring at me and knowing it, is both humiliating - and intensely erotic.
I suck on the cock. I lick it and encourage it to harden fully. Of course I do. Because that's the kind of dirty slut I am these days. Cabretta grins at me. "People will pay good money for this," he says to the others.
Perhaps it was a mistake to encourage his cock, because his jeans hold the device firmly in place and soon my whole mouth is just stuffed full of cock that's twitching with excitement. At least he's not long enough to penetrate into my throat. I can at least breathe, but it's really not comfortable long-term. But maybe if I can make him come, his cock will reduce again.
Meanwhile, there's still coffee and tea to serve, biscuits too, and I must resort to sign language to ask these men what they would like.
My boss opens the largest of the three black boxes. The silver-edged device inside could be mistaken for a laptop computer. Again it has a display on one side that my boss taps and swipes, before holding it up to show the void on the rear.
And of course it's my breasts that appear out of that void. "We intended this as a device to enable young mothers to nurse their infants remotely. No longer is there a need for women to expose themselves in public or to hide away in some private room. They can continue their daily lives while giving their babies full access to mother's milk."
I'm still amazed by the changes to my breasts. They're bigger now, heavier, and the areolas darker. My nipples are huge. "Inducing lactation took approximately seven weeks," my boss says, "but now we extract milk regularly during the day. In fact" - he makes a show of checking his watch - "my lovely secretary is overdue for her first milking of the day. Perhaps, Gentlemen, you could assist?"
He passes my breasts to Cheng who holds them up in front of his face to admire them. Circling behind me, my boss whispers in my ear, "In the pink box there is a new product for you to test. You don't have to insert it here if you don't want to, but I think we'd all appreciate it if you did."
My nipples are visibly wet with milk. They are achingly full at the moment. I'm not a mother, and I've never even been pregnant, but somehow with their daily massaging of my breasts and their constant sucking on my nipples they tricked my body into producing milk. I missed all the early signs, it never even occurring to me that inducing milk was a possibility. I just thought I was imagining the changes in weight and colour.
I have conflicted feelings about it. On the one hand, I love that my breasts can produce milk, in part because of all those happy chemicals in my bloodstream, oxytocin or whatever, but on the other, it's a pain having heavier breasts that leak milk, and for weeks I was so tired from the demands on my body. I've changed my diet, though, and that has helped a lot. And I love watching my cuck-husband's jealous face while my boss drinks my milk before fucking my tits and returning them to me splashed with his cum.
Cheng sucks tentatively on a swollen nipple, and I can't suppress a gasp - of shock at unfamiliar lips against my breast, and of pleasure as milk flows through my nipple into his mouth. With increasing confidence, he suckles on my tit, drinking my milk and - blessedly - easing some of the pressure within.
"The box," my boss reminds me, nudging me towards the head of the table.
"Delicious," Cheng says, and passes my breasts to the Russian.
