Turing my bosses office into my own personal toilet

[Archangel Michael 56]

Me again! this one contains naughty peeing on carpets and property destruction. Hope you enjoy!  

It was a calm spring day for Thyme as she sat on her couch watching TV. She was luckily off work today and just spent it lazing about her cottage drinking the fancy teas she had gotten on her trip overseas. She only really half paid attention as she dozed off in the light gracing her skin from a nearby window. It was perfect in every way… Until her roof exploded into a shower of wood scraps.

 

“AhhhhH! What the fuck!?” Thyme yelled as she jumped back with a speed she didn’t know she

had. Luckily not a single scrap had hit her as she dove behind her old couch. Only after a few moments of nothing happening, she glanced up from behind the cloth only to find… that everything was… fine… There was no massive hole in her house nor were the shards of wood littered everywhere. However, there was still something wrong… A man? sat in a chair facing the couch. At least it kinda looks like a man though he was clearly not human and If Thyme had to put a name to it she would say he looked angelic. He had two golden wings that attached to his hips; folded behind his back. Two of his arms calmly rested on his lap while two more nursed a familiar plate and cup of tea. He was draped in a gold and white robe that matched his feathered wings. Other than the strange number of arms and wings he looked… normal… ish… though what really made Thyme shiver in fear was the halo that hovered around his head as it was covered in eyeballs. The eyes instantly locked onto her as she peaked out from behind the couch causing the man to turn towards her. His face was mostly normal except that the eyes on his face were closed.

 

“Ahh, please come sit.” The man said and Thyme slowly crept out and sat on the couch too scared to disobey.

 

“Here if you would allow me.” The man said again before clearing his throat. “BE NOT AFRAID”

The man said in a voice that seemed to deal her a physical blow. Instead of getting actually thrown back though it was like all her fear, anxiety, anger, and suspicion left her all at once. She felt… great! And like this situation is completely normal. 

 

“Apologies for your roof, I teleported a bit incorrectly, I have a weak kind of aura sense. I believe it’s like being nearsighted yes?” The angel said, and Thyme said.

 

“Well… I mean you put it back, right?” Thyme asked while looking up. 

 

“Yes!” The angel responded.

 

“Well… then what are you doing here?” She asked in a tone that might be lacking a bit of respect. Luckily though the angel just chuckled before taking out a box 

 

“You could call me a… craftsman of sorts, I love creating trinkets and toys so much that my many workshops have become full to bursting and my partners have forced me to get rid of some of the clutter. So I’m hopping around and giving things to the people of Evertide realms,” He finished.

 

“The what…? We’re on Earth?” Thyme responded and the angel chuckled.

“I know Earth and this section of the universe is part of the Auraless King’s domain. I received permission from your lord to be here so don’t worry.” The angel said though his face drooped a bit when Thyme's face kept its mask of confusion.

 

“Right, I forgot what kind of person he is…” The angel mumbled. “Well it’s no matter I have come bearing gifts for you,” He said as he opened the box. Inside were three items. A pair of dice, A stopped pocket watch, and a bunch of thin strings.

 

“The dice of convergence will allow you to choose the outcomes of diverging choices, May you never once live in regret for what could have been. The Stopped Clock will allow you to halt the flow of time. Finally, the Puppeteer’s Strings will allow you to use your fellow humans as you wish.” The angel finished his brief explanation and looked over at Thyme with anticipation.

 

“The strings allow you to control people? That’s…” Thyme started but the angel interrupted her.

 

“Disturbing? Maybe… Though in the end, these are just tools it’s up to you on how you use them.” He replied. Despite what the angel said she would definitely not pick the strings. It was like something deep inside her rejected it on a fundamental level, so it was between the dice and the clock. She a while staring at the treasures trying to decide. 

 

“Will I still age and stuff while time is stopped?” She asked, and the angel stroked his chin.

 

“Hmm I can make a quick modification to the internals but it will result in a slight loss of functionality. Is this your choice?” He asked. Thyme eventually nodded feeling that if she had an infinite amount of time to make a choice she wouldn’t have to go back and re-do anything. 

 

“Right, shade your eyes for a moment while I tinker with this.”  He said as he took the watch out of the box in the next moment the box disappeared as the angel pressed a button the the back of the watch causing it to unfold like a flip phone. Thyme couldn't see inside and only saw an incredibly blue and purple light coming out from the clock as the angel used some tool to poke and prod at the insides. He was done in only a moment and he handed the clock to Thyme.

 

“Here you are, I recommend being careful though, this world isn’t used to power such as this.” He said as Thyme grasped the watch she looked down at the slightly worn surface only to look up again and find the angel gone. It was a shock, especially as whatever spell she had been put under faded away. The whole situation had seemed so… normal and now that she looked back on it she couldn’t believe how she acted or even listened to anything the angel said at all. She looked down at the clock again before pressing one of the buttons on the side and the clock began to slowly tick forward. She picked up a throw pillow and threw it across the room only to find that as it left her hand it slowly ground to a halt mid-air eventually stopping before hitting the ground. Time had truly stopped! She pressed the button once again and the pillow fell to the ground. This time the clock’s hands started to move backward and eventually stopped once they reached their original resting place at 12. She couldn’t actually press down on the button again as the hands moved backwards but even that small caveat was nothing in comparison to this amazing power…

 

Thyme spent the next few weeks getting used to her new incredible gift. She used it to sleep in the mornings when she had work. Or even to get away scot-free stealing from large general stores (it’s not like their billions in profit would be hurt that much right?). She was a little worried at first that the angel would come back and punish her for using his gift like this but he never did. One day in particular though she realized the true power of the clock; Getting revenge!

 

It had been a calm day in the office for Thyme as she worked on some of the background models for their studio’s new game coming up. It wasn’t hard work but it was tedious making a bunch of models no one would give a second glance at. She had been hard at work tip-tapping away at her computer using Tredner to the best of her computer’s ability before Illisha her boss almost shrieked throughout the office space.

 

“Thyme! Get your sorry ass into my office!!” She yelled and Thyme felt the concerned gazes of her co-workers fall upon her as she looked up from her computer. She walked over to her boss's office barely holding back an eye-roll.

 

“What can I do for you Illisha?” Thyme said with the most polite tone she could muster.

 

“I keep finding you signing your work! IF you want to keep your job then you will stop singing it!”  Illisha said almost fuming. It wasn’t super uncommon for artists like herself to secretly hide signatures inside game models and it wasn’t even something banned at the company.

 

“What? Why? I’ve never had a problem with it before!” Thyme said as calmly as possible.

 

“New company rulings! Now go back and remove the signatures from your latest works.” Illisha spat and Thyme was all but thrown out of the office. As she walked back to her desk a co-worker stopped her.

 

“Was that about the signatures?”

 

“Yea…” Thyme responded reluctantly.

 

“I heard she's lying….’ the coworker said, and Thyme’s interest was peaked. “Apparently the IT department saw that she was connecting to shady websites, She has basically been selling our models without permission.” The co-worker whispered in a hushed tone.

 

“That bitch!” Thyme almost yelled, She wanted to go and storm her director's room right then and there but her co-worker stopped her. 

 

“Stop no! They’re bullying a case on her right now, soon she’ll be in prison! You just had to wait a week!” The coworker said and luckily Thyme stopped her premature rampage. As she walked back to her desk an idea struck her. Why didn’t she get a little of her own revenge… besides she had the perfect tool for it. Without anyone looking she reached inside her coat pocket and clicked a small button on her pocket watch. Like it had done so many times before everything and everyone came to a grinding halt around her. She confidently backed up to her boss's office, snickering at the frozen visage of her boss's face as she stared at the computer. During the whole of the morning, her coffee had been brewing and stewing in her bladder and by now it was screaming to be let out. Without a second thought, she removed her pants and pulled down her underwear to her knees letting her pussy hand out as she squatted over the plush carpet. She didn’t waste another second as she emptied herself on the ground her piss splashing against the carpet as it noisily hissed out of her wet slit. She let out a long sigh as she finished up her morning pee watching as the fabric greedily absorbed her liquid. 

 

That was going to be so convenient! Usually, she would have to go all the way around the building to the restroom but for the next week, she had her own personal one just a few steps away! When she was done she grabbed some random papers on Illisha's desk and crumbled them into a loose bass before using them to absorb the remaining drops of piss hanging from her lips (ever so careful as to not get paper cuts). She then threw it back onto the desk and without another word left the office and returned to her desk before once again pressing the small button on her precious watch. Time returned to normal then as Thyme got back to work, ignoring her boss for the rest of the day as she raged and wondered who brought in the animal that peed in her office. For the next few days, Thyme would use her new restroom anytime the need only even slightly called upon her, even going so far as to drink more water as to use her new “restroom” more. Eventually, she got bored of just using the carpet and started peeing desk drawers; placing her pussy over huge stacks of paper and just letting go soaking them all in her fluids. She also got tired of using the crumbled paper so she just switched to pieces of her boss's clothes, much softer on her lips. Illisha could obviously never find out who was pranking her by pouring “water” over all her stuff so Thyme could pee whenever she wanted and eventually in a moment of desperation stormed into the office and let go all over Illisha’s desk and the women herself. Who could blame her? When a woman had to go she had to go!  

 

Eventually, though her fun was up and Illisha was fired for the black market trading of her and her coworker's 3D models. She was even found guilty of destroying her office by pouring water all over it much to her confusion. Still Thyme was a little sad that her convenient toilet was now gone but it’s not like there weren’t other people in her building that didn’t deserve a similar fate it was just… none of them were that close… For now, it was back to the restroom. For now…

 

[Noctis 7]

I love the stories, I hope you will make a second chapter

[wetguy321 68]

Love the story but wish the pissing wasn't confined to just a paragraph!

[Noctis 7]

On 12/2/2024 at 8:39 AM, wetguy321 said:

Love the story but wish the pissing wasn't confined to just a paragraph!

True, I would have liked more details, too