Chapter 1: Introduction
The fluorescent lights of the office building buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow over the sea of cubicles. The air was thick with the scent of cheap coffee and the hum of distant printers. I, Michael, had just stepped into this new world, a world of corporate suits and endless paperwork. I was a man of average build, with short brown hair and a face that was neither handsome nor ugly. I was just... there.
I had been given a stack of documents to fill out, a mundane task that was supposed to be the first step in my new job. I sat down at my desk, a small, metal contraption that looked like it had been used as a footrest for the last decade.
I opened the first sheet of paper, a multiple-choice questionnaire that seemed to ask more about my personal life than my job qualifications. I was about to start filling it out when a voice cut through the hum of the office.
"Hey, new guy. What's your name?"
I looked up to see a man standing over me. He was tall, with a sharp suit and an even sharper smile. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. He extended a hand.
"Jake," he said. "I'm your new boss. And you are?"
"Michael," I replied, shaking his hand.
His grip was firm, confident. I could feel the power in his hand, the control. It was a bit unnerving, but also strangely exciting.
"Michael," he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. "Well, Michael, let's get you started. What's your gender?"
He snatched the questionnaire from my hands before I could even blink. I was about to protest, to tell him that I could fill it out myself, but he said we would come back to that one.
He started filling out the rest of the questions, his pen moving swiftly across the paper. I watched, a bit bewildered, as he ticked off boxes and filled in blanks.
"Age?" he asked, looking at me expectantly.
"25," I replied.
He wrote it down, then moved on to the next question. "Hair color?"
"Brown," I said.
He hesitated, and looked towards Michael with a intimidating smirk, " I must admit Michael that hair colour suits you. " unable to respond as I was left confused as Jake wrote something down.
I didn't get a chance to ask what he had written as he moved on to the next question, "Height?"
"5'10", I answered.
" are you sure, you look shorter than that to me, I'll write "5'4",".
I was about to correct him, but he was already moving on to the next question.
This pattern continues for the next few questions before my head begins feeling dizzy as a strange sensation washed over my body.
I asked to leave the room to go to the lavatory.
Jake agreed, but not before giving me a once-over that made me feel like a piece of meat. As I walked down the hall, I felt a strange sensation, a pressure began to build around my hips and waist.
Finding a private lavatory I rushed inside and locked the door as I found the sink and splashed my face to help collect myself.
My reflection in the mirror greeted me as I lifted away from the sink. My normal self stared back but something seemed off with my reflection but I couldn't figure it out.
My jawline and broad shoulders where there, my green eyes gazes back towards me, my blonde hair was looking a little messy as if by instinct my hands moved to adjust my hair now reaching to my ears.
Michael brushing hair behind his ear then noticed his wrist, and his shirt sleeve seems different, it looks softer.
He looks down and notices his shirt is now a white and tight blouse, his hands are smaller, and his fingers are more delicate with perfect manicured nails finished with a deep red gloss.
Panicked and confused Michael stumbled back as his hips began pulsating as waves of pleasure rush through him, watching as his hips start widening as his ass expanded.
His waist began to narrow as his stomach flattens as his trousers began to tighten as they begin to shift.
Michael's eyes widened in shock as he watched his pants become a tight black pencil skirt, hugging his new curves. His shoes were now a pair of black stiletto heels, making him wobble slightly as he tried to keep his balance.
Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at his reflection, now a ditzy blonde woman, confused Michael ran back to Jake.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" he exclaimed, his voice now higher, more feminine.
Jake looked up from his desk, a smirk playing on his lips. "I see you've noticed the change," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "Don't worry, Michael. It's all part of the job."
Michael's eyes widened in shock. "The job? What do you mean?"
Jake leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Michael's new form. "I'm your boss, Michael. And I like to keep my employees happy. And by happy, I mean fucking satisfied."
Michael's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through his veins.
He had always been attracted to women, but this... this was different. He was a woman now, and Jake was looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
"Jake, what the fuck did you do to me?" Michael's voice was laced with panic, but there was an undercurrent of desire that he couldn't hide.
Jake stood up, his chair screeching against the floor. He walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving Michael's new form. "I made you into what I want, Michael," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And right now, I want you."
Michael's breath hitched as Jake approached him.
He could feel the heat radiating off Jake's body, could see the desire in his eyes. He was scared, but there was a part of him that was excited, that was curious about what was going to happen next.
Jake reached out, his hand cupping Michael's chin. His thumb brushed against Michael's lips, and Michael parted them slightly, a soft moan escaping his throat. Jake's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips pressing against Michael's in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Michael's hands fluttered up, landing on Jake's chest. He could feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt, the rapid beat of his heart. Jake's tongue pushed into Michael's mouth, exploring, tasting.
Michael's hands moved from Jake's chest to his shoulders, then down to his back, pulling him closer. Jake's hands roamed over Michael's body, cupping his ass, squeezing, and pulling him against his growing erection. Michael could feel the heat through his skirt, the hardness pressing against his stomach.
Jake broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, you feel good," he growled, his hands moving to the buttons of Michael's blouse. He popped them open one by one, revealing Michael's creamy skin. His hands moved to Michael's breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. Michael gasped, his nipples hardening under Jake's touch.
Jake's thumbs brushed against them, sending jolts of pleasure through Michael's body. He could feel the wetness between his legs, the heat building up as Jake's hands continued to explore his body.
Jake then undone and pulled out his cock.
It was thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Michael hesitated for a moment, but the sight of Jake's cock had him drooling. He sank to his knees, his hands reaching out to grasp Jake's length. It was hot and throbbing in his hands, the veins pulsing with desire.
Jake's hands tangled in Michael's hair, pulling him closer.
Michael opened his mouth, taking the head of Jake's cock inside.
He could taste the salty sweetness of Jake's pre-cum, and it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He swirled his tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the tip. Jake groaned, his hips jerking forward, pushing more of his cock into Michael's mouth.
Michael took him deeper, his lips stretching around Jake's thickness. He could feel Jake's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he fought the urge to gag. He relaxed his throat, taking Jake in even deeper. Jake's hands tightened in his hair, guiding him, fucking his mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.
Michael's hands moved to Jake's thighs, his fingers digging into the hard muscles.
He could feel Jake's cock pulsing in his mouth, the heat of it searing his throat. He looked up at Jake, his eyes watering, but he didn't stop. He wanted this. He wanted Jake.
Jake's hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Michael could feel the head of Jake's cock hitting the back of his throat, the taste of pre-cum filling his mouth. He swallowed, taking Jake deeper, his throat convulsing around his cock.
Jake groaned, his hands tightening in Michael's hair. "Fuck, Michael," he growled. "You feel so good.
You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" Jake's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto Michael's as he fucked his mouth. Michael could feel the heat of his cock in his throat, the taste of his pre-cum coating his tongue. He moaned around Jake's length, the vibrations sending shivers down Jake's spine.
Jake's hands moved from Michael's hair to his face, cupping his cheeks. He pulled Michael off his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice firm. Michael did as he was told, his legs wobbling slightly in the heels.
Jake grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up and spinning him around. He pushed Michael against the desk, his hands moving to the zipper of Michael's skirt. He pulled it down, the sound of the zipper echoing through the office. Michael's skirt fell to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his red panties and heels.
Jake's hands moved to Michael's ass, squeezing the soft flesh. He pulled Michael's panties down, revealing his smooth, bare pussy. Michael gasped, the cool air of the office hitting his most intimate parts. Jake's fingers found Michael's slit, rubbing up and down, spreading the wetness.
Michael moaned, his hips moving in time with Jake's fingers. Jake's other hand moved to Michael's clit, circling it, teasing it. Michael's breath hitched, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.
"Fuck, Jake," Michael gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Feels so good."
Jake chuckled, his fingers moving faster. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he growled. "You like it when I finger your tight little pussy."
Michael could only nod, his body writhing with pleasure. Jake's fingers were magic, his touch sending jolts of electricity through Michael's body.
He could feel the heat building up inside him, the pressure growing with each swipe of Jake's fingers. He was so close, so fucking close.
Jake seemed to sense it too, his fingers moving faster, his touch more urgent. "Come for me, Michael," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Come all over my fingers."
Michael's body tensed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel it, the wave of pleasure that was about to crash over him. He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he held on for dear life.
"Fuck, Jake," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.
"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over your fingers."
Jake's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing down on Michael's clit.
"Come for me, Michael," Jake growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Michael's body convulsed, his hips jerking forward as the orgasm ripped through him. He cried out, his voice echoing through the office as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
His body shook, his legs trembling as he rode out the orgasm. Jake's fingers continued to move, drawing out the pleasure, making it last as long as possible.
Michael's body was on fire, his skin flushed and sensitive. He could feel every inch of Jake's fingers, the way they moved inside him, the way they rubbed against his clit. He was a mess, a panting, moaning mess, and he didn't care. He wanted more.
Jake pulled his fingers out, and Michael whimpered at the loss. But Jake didn't leave him wanting for long. He spun Michael around, pushing him down onto the desk. Michael's hands gripped the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.
Jake's hands were on his hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on the soft skin. He could feel Jake's cock pressing against his ass, hot and hard. He wiggled his hips, teasing Jake, wanting him to lose control.
Jake growled, his hands tightening on Michael's hips. "You're a fucking tease, aren't you?" he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You like to play with fire, don't you, slut?"
Michael bit his lip, a soft moan escaping his throat. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice laced with desire.