Ch 2 — The Breast Reduction Threat

The engineers at Vieregg Industries had never felt so good about their job and their workplace. CEO Vieregg felt a smug self-satisfaction that he had had the fortitude to hire Idun Amalie Wang.

Vieregg was visiting his parents and his old man Carl Vieregg looked at the company results and statistics. His dad struggled to understand how all the numbers could have improved so dramatically in short time. Expenses to sick leave was near rock bottom. Practically nobody was away from work anymore. The internal surveys showed work environment and happiness was through the roof. Engineers were delivering their best work. They had acquired the most talented engineers from competitors, and they were even willing to take a salary hit to work at Vieregg Industries.

"Son, I have no idea how you managed to so radically transform our company," his stern father Carl Vieregg said. He was sitting on the couch. They had just had a family dinner. "I honestly thought something was wrong with the numbers. But there is no denying this is real. Son, I am truly sorry I so thoroughly underestimated your leadership skills. The way you managed to transform the company is nothing short of genius."

Vieregg was basking in the praise from his father. He had been the family black sheep whom his father had reluctantly had to make CEO after his far more promising younger sister, Petra, had made unsavory life choices. But we don't talk about her anymore. In the Vieregg family, Petra is a taboo topic. She doesn't exist. Vieregg had been too coward to challenge his parents on this. He had merely accepted their decision. Gone with the program.

It was good times for Vieregg, but there was one big problem with the whole official narrative. He knew very well that he had not been a genius. The company performance had gone up for one very specific reason: He had hired Idun Amalie Wang.

His little army of technically competent geek engineers who had lived in a world entirely devoid of female contact and presence had suddenly gotten to work up close to a woman who was the sexual fantasy of every engineer at the company. Coming to work and seeing her big ass sway side to side as she walked down the lab, while those big boobs wobbled and bounced around with every step of her high-heeled shoes, gave life a new meaning. And some of the development of different female outfits and amor had required a bit more hands on approach involving Idun which had made the job very attractive for many employees.

Many of the engineers had developed the misguided idea that if they excelled at their job Idun would take particular interest in them.

They were geeks, and in their world excellence and technical smarts is what gave status. Because that is how they rated each other, they assumed it would be how Idun rated them. They eagerly showed Idun their latest technical accomplishments, and Idun always seemed thrilled to talk it over. A girl with an interest in technology!? It was heaven.

Vieregg had come to learn more about Idun. She apparently grew up in the Eastfold as a tomboy petrol head fixing cars and doing races. Her broad Eastfold dialect had given away that she was no dress-up bimbo, despite looking like one. She didn't talk like a bimbo. She was a lot like the boys, which is probably why she became so beloved at the company.

A few dozen engineer who had believed they faced a lonely future had suddenly entered into a delusional state where they each thought they could be Idun's future husband. Vieregg had realized this was a very useful delusion he had to maintain. The Idun factor was immense, but Vieregg did not dare tell his father about it. How could he tell his proud father that the reason they were doing so well was due to a pair of massive, beautifully sculpted boobs belonging to a Miss Idun Amalie Wang?

Instead, he had to come up with contorted and vague explanations. It made him sound like a genius. In reality, of course, he had only hired Idun because she made him very horny, that day when she walked in for her job interview.

The performance of the company had gotten authorities in Imperial Norway more interested. "Son, I spoke with some of my old connections. The Matriarchs over in Imperial Norway want us to build up a large facility in Oslo."

"Wow really? We talked about that for years!" Vieregg responded excited.

"My unofficial channels say they are very pleased with what you have been doing with the subsea atmospheric suite. But more importantly, they love the work we have done on armor and gauss guns. They are ready to put in a lot of money into this. And I mean a lot," Carl says, putting down his glass of Swedish apple cider. The old man loved his apple cider.

"Very cool dad! What do we need to do to make this happen?" Vieregg asks.

"Ever heard of imperial towers?"

"No, not really," Vieregg responds.

"You will see them if you head over to Imperial Norway. They are these massive black towers dotted with red signaling lights to help guide Imperial Airships coming in for docking. Think Berlin WW2 flak towers. They are built in layers of granite, reinforced concrete and composite materials. These things can take a massive beating."

"So they are anti-aircraft structures?" Vieregg asks. He knew the Nazi Germany flak towers had been used for air defense. But due to their sturdiness, they had functioned as medieval castles when Berlin got invaded. The Red Army could not knock them out, but had to move around them.

"Yes, they have rocket launchers and particle accelerators. Immense firepower. They can knock out almost anything approaching. They built small modular reactors under these towers that help power particle accelerators and underground weapons factories," Carl explains while taking another sip of cider.

"Paranoid much?" Vieregg smiles.

"Novi Soviets. They never want to live through that occupation again. Anyway, that gives us an opportunity. They want an arms factory in one of the Oslo towers, making our armor and gauss guns. Actually, they want the whole lab and development happen over there. They want to have that competency domestically," Carl explained.

"Is that smart, though? Give our technology to them?" Vieregg inquired.

"They got deep pockets. They will pay a ton of money for this. Believe me, it will be worth it.

To Vieregg it seemed like everything was going his way. Vieregg Industries under his leadership could go nowhere but up, up and further up. Or so thought. Then the problems started.

Sick leave was up. Deadlines missed. Mental health issues were growing. Anxiety at work. People suddenly bursting into angry arguments with each other. Vieregg was perplexed. What was going on? Was the Idun effect over? He had to get to the bottom of this.

Called in some of the guys from his different teams. Per Lundin from Subsea was present, Alfred Ek heading personal amor development and a couple of other guys.

"Guys, what is going on here? This company was going to the stars! Now I have no idea what is going on. The growth in sick leave is disturbing. Burnouts. People losing motivation," Vieregg asked.

They all looked down in the floor like school boys. All reluctant to talk until Alfred raised his head. "It is Idun boss."

"Idun?"

"She has told some of the guys that she is planning a breast and butt reduction," Alfred said.

"Okay…" Vieregg answers, puzzled by the information he just received.

Now Per looked up. "It has really hit the guys hard, boss. I got to admit it, boss. It has been hard on me too. The thought of a beautiful young woman like Idun destroying those beautiful, most magnificent breasts that God has gifted her is beyond the pale."

Alfred jumps in. "Yes, I cannot think about. I start thinking about it, and it is just too much you know. It overwhelms you. You come in to the office every morning and what you look forward to is seeing Idun walk down the aisle with those big beautiful breasts wobbling with every step. Nothing brightens the day like that. And then that big beautiful butt walks past you, and you give it a nice, good slap."

Now Nisse, who was also present, spoke up. "How can she do this to us? Several of us have organized support groups. It is hitting many guys here hard."

"Support groups?" Vieregg asks. He is feeling an anxiety attack creeping in. He could certainly need one of those support groups now.

"Yes, we sit around, and we talk about how much Idun's boobs have meant to us, in our work life. We share stories of when some of us got to touch them. The transcendence of the experience. Mostly the guys working on fitting the armor. Or us in Subsea," Nisse said with the starry eyes of someone lost in love.

"Okay guys, I think I have heard enough," Vieregg responded. "Thanks for your frankness. These are indeed hard times. Definitely not an easy time for all of you. Listen, promise to get to the bottom of this. Talk to Idun and see what we can work out. I am sure there is a solution here and that Idun will understand how important her boobs are to the mental well-being of this company."

The engineers looked relieved. It was as if a big burden had been lifted off their shoulders. They gave Vieregg a path on the shoulder as they walked out. "Thanks boss! I really appreciate it boss. We love you man."