Samantha's cell phone rings, clearly audible from inside her purse, and Jim, firmly in control of her body from his new home in her swollen breasts, makes her right hand pick it up, press the talk button, and put it to her right ear -- usually she's a southpaw, but Jim is not. "Hello?" Jim makes her voice say.
"Sorry to interrupt your nice, long, leisurely lunch, Sam, but you're supposed to be talking to someone about a loan, remember?" It's Samantha's immediate boss at the bank, Bill Smithers, who tends to be snippy and sarcastic with her because he has the hots for her but has been getting nowhere. Jim finds that as he's tapped into the woman's nervous system, he can access her memories with just a little delay, and he makes her voice say, "Oh, come on now, Bill, I'm only five minutes late now, and I can be back in less than five minutes more!"
Bill makes a sort of noncommital grunt, and growls, "See that you do, Sam." before ringing off. Samantha puts the phone back into her purse, and starts walking a bit more quickly. Jim, feeling a bit constricted by the B-cup bra holding the turgid E-cup breasts that his milk-body presence has made of Samantha's, stops briefly at a McDonald's on the way, nips into the ladies' room (after going past it and nearly going into the men's), and undresses just enough to take off her bra. "That's so much better," Jim makes her voice say, aloud, and with the bra in her purse he dresses her body again. Her huge breasts are so taut with Jim inside them that they barely jiggle, and her blouse so tight that it almost does service as a bra itself.
When the possessed woman returns to her office, Bill Smithers goggles at her, and says, "Sam, what have you done to yourself?" but Jim makes her eyes take a glance down: sure enough, the crotch of Bill's pants is as taut with his erection as Samantha's blouse is with her newly-huge tits. "That's very unprofessional!"
Jim puts a grin on the pretty face he now controls, and Samantha's voice says, "Oh, pooh! You know you like it, and Carlsson [the businessman wanting the loan, who's been kept waiting] will agree to anything once he gets a look at me!"
Indeed, the meeting goes just as Jim made her say, Carlsson agreeing to terms that border on the usurious. Samantha's new look is less successful with female clients, but it ends up being a good day for her -- if being completely out of control of one's own body, a mere spectator, while doing superbly at one's office job can be said to be a good thing. During idle moments, Jim finds that he can shift his milky self partly into his host's lymphatic and nervous systems, shrinking Samantha's breasts to a more-likely D-cup; there's a little edema at first and her limbs swell up, but after several copious urinations they're back to normal and Jim is only partly in her still-large but no longer grotesque breasts. Once the bank closes...
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