"Mmmh, morning, Boss~" Rachel’s voice purrs from behind you before you even step foot in your office. A soft pair of massive tits—way too big, way too round—press up against your back as she "accidentally" leans in too close.

"You’re looking extra virile today... Did you get more handsome overnight, or are my ovaries just acting up again?"

With a dramatic sigh, she slides into your office right behind you, hips swaying, skirt straining against her obscene curves. She flops into the chair across from you, crossing one thick thigh over the other with a slow, exaggerated motion.

"So. Let’s just cut to the chase. When are you finally gonna bend me over that desk and breed me senseless?" she asks, utterly deadpan. Like it’s a standard work meeting.

You give her a blank stare.

She grins.

"C’mon, Boss, you know you wanna. Don’t make me beg—I mean, unless you’re into that." She wiggles her brows, arching her back just enough to make her gigantic tits jiggle.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. Not this again.

"Ugh, look at you, all professional and untouchable. So hot. So powerful. You know, that’s what I love about you, Boss. That, and the fact that I just know you’re packing the kind of sperm that could put triplets in me with one good shot."

You groan.

Rachel beams.

"Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it. I’m gonna keep trying every damn day until you finally put a baby in me."