by Sasha Scott
Her loins were more sensitive than ever but still he went back to thrusting, back to pounding his thick dick down into her velvety soft insides, making her cry out. If the secretary outside wasn’t already under Dean’s thumb they’d probably have been caught by now with how loud she was moaning out.
The fiery, stubborn, hotheaded Roxanne had been turned into a lustful slut who needed cock like she needed oxygen. She wasn’t going to let him go until she was satisfied, but what about him?
“Hmm Roxy,” he groaned out with a rumbling breath, “I can’t take it anymore. Can I cum inside.”
“What? No, don’t cum inside,” she replied to him with an unconvincing pant.
“But if I don’t want to cum inside I’ll have to pull out of you.”
She suddenly squeaked, not realizing this, torn in her decision, “Then… ah… I don’t care, it should be fine! You can cum inside, fill me with your hot seed!”
Just as expected. He put his last bit of energy into the final rush as he collapsed down on top of her body, trapping her body under the weight of his larger, heavier body as he pumped up and down.
“Then here it comes, I’m cumming!” he cried out at a window rattling volume as his hot orgasm exploded out.
Her juicy insides were filled up with the gush of his squirting cum, his semen being released in thick ropey globs which painted the inside of her body, creaming her pinkness into a milky white color as the heat radiated from deep within her loins, turning her to jelly.
Roxanne groaned as her insides felt heavy, weighed down with his cum as her own orgasm trickled out once again, leaving her legs completely numb as she couldn’t move a muscle as he slowly drew out of her, painting her stomach with his final ropes of cum, leaving her pussy dripping with seed.
“That was the best thing ever,” she groaned softly, painting her own thick lips in drool.
“Glad to help, make sure to call me if you need anything else,” he told her, knowing that now she’d be an addict to his cock. Even if she wasn’t with what a bad employee June was becoming it wouldn’t be long until she needed him once again.
“Will do,” she moaned out before she completely passed out in place.
Problem taken care of. Now June wouldn’t be in any danger of being fired. In fact her manager was now probably just as incompetent as she was.
Of course there was a danger Roxanne could find herself under scrutiny too but Dean didn’t have to worry about that. After all he had a secret weapon up his sleeve that he wasn’t afraid to use.
Fourth Entry: The Supervisor
It was yet another glorious day! The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Dean had a harem of beauties waiting for him. His own personal sex slave, a secretary who would come running at every chance she got and a floor manager who would come begging just enough to make her a rare treat.
Dean was ready for yet another day of indulging in his favorite job with the wonders of the naked, female, body grinding all over him. Yet when he arrived at his lab he couldn’t help but notice something was wrong.
Gina was there, just like she always was, but she looked different. She was still dressed in her usual uniform style, looking even sluttier than if she’d been completely naked, but her body wasn’t the same.
She was still young, like he had made her, but her figure had returned back to what it used to be. Those giant stripper tits of hers had vanished away and she no longer had that emphasized hourglass shape.
Her attitude too wasn’t the same. Usually when he walked into the office she’d run over like an eager puppy, wiggling around excited before dropping to her knees but now she was just sitting there, leaning, flicking through a magazine without much enthusiasm on her face.
“Gina?” he asked her, “What happened?”
She looked around in confusion, “What do you mean what happened? I came in, you just came in. That’s pretty much it. Not like much happens down here.”
Yeah her attitude was completely different. She was closer to the girl he first knew than the sex slave he crafted. Something fishy was going on here.
“I’ll be right back,” he informed her as he escaped from his office quickly. If Gina had changed then what about the rest of his harem?
Once he made it up to June his suspicions were confirmed. Her body was back to normal as well, her volleyballs back to mosquito bites. Not only that she actually seemed to be doing her actual secretary job, competently of all things. The June he’d raised would have spent the entire afternoon staring off into space, thinking about cock while the phone was completely blanked. Right now she positively looked like an eager worker bee!
“Hey June?” he called out to her, seeing if she’d react in blissful job at his presence like usual.
“Oh Dean, you need something?” she asked coolly. Yeah that wasn’t the response of a cock loving nympho.
“Is Roxanne in? I need to see her quickly, it’s an emergency.”
“Well she is but I think she’s busy and she won’t want to be dis-- hey you can’t just barge in!”
Dean didn’t have time to wait for permission or to make a schedule. He had to see with his own two eyes if she had been affected by this phenomenon as well.
Roxanne’s head snapped up to glare at him as he barged into her office uninvited. She was still completely naked yet her figure had been changed back to default as well.
“Dean, what is it? Haven’t I told you before?” she said, her voice back to normal as well, her strong, exotic, accent faded away. Just what was going on here!?
“I’m sorry, I’ll come back later,” he told her as he made a quick escape, heading straight back towards his computer lab. It was strange, some of the changes he had made had been reversed but not all of them. He didn’t know what was going on but knew where to look to try and find an explanation. He had to go and check the database.
“Hey Dean…” Gina began as her boss barged into the lab but he completely blanked her as he had more important things to do right now than listen to her complaining.
He loaded the company’s employee database up and began to look through the details of those he had transformed and it was there that he found the problem; the notes section had been blanked.
Things like age, role in the company and uniform hadn’t been changed. That was why Gina had lost her massive breasts but was still his twenty year old sex slave wearing a ridiculous slutty outfit to work, yet everything in the notes section had been completely removed.
“What happened here?” he said to himself, looking over his treasured transformation device in confusion. It was like all of his hard work had been wiped away.
“Dean!” Gina screamed out, being annoyed by his ignorant attitude.
“What is it Gina, can’t you see I’m busy!?” he snapped back at her, this sudden revelation putting him on edge.
“You got a call from Miss. Gray while you was away. She said she wants to see you when you got back.”
Suddenly things began to piece themselves together. Miss. Gray, also known as Yolanda Gray, was his supervisor. While he was the company's official computer technician he still needed a supervisor and that came in the form of Yolanda.
She didn’t know as much about computers as he did, she was more information tech than the bare bones and technical jargon that he could do, but that meant she had access to all the same resources he did and would have no problem with going into the database and seeing the things he had put, changing them back.
He took a deep breath that managed to get caught in his throat. He had certainly gotten carried away; he could really be in trouble here.
Yolanda’s office was a much more conventional office than the dark pit he was used to working in. He was brought in to do an important job, she was mainly there to do the paperwork around that job and to fill the companies structure of each department having somebody holding the reins, even if usually she just allowed Dean to get on with it.
However this time she’d fi
nally stepped in and Dean knew he was now the one troddling carefully on thin ice.
He took another composing breath before he knocked on her door, waiting for the call which came in a matter of moments.
“Come in!”
Dean peeked his head into Yolanda’s office, finding the strawberry blonde supervisor sat behind her desk, waiting for him.
“You wanted to see me?” he asked, hoping it was all some sort of mistake. It was not.
“Yes Dean come on in, me and you have to have a talk,” her voice not filled with any warmth. It was clear the thin ice was already starting to crack.
Her eyes locked onto him as he slinked himself sheepishly through her office, dropping down into the seat, trying to keep himself looking small. He’d built up a lot of confidence while using the database, feeling like the king of the castle yet now he knew he’d stepped into the lion's den.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked her, still trying to feign innocence.
“I think you know the problem as much as I do. I’ve been looking through the company's employee register and I found some very concerning things written about our female employees, including Gina, your work colleague.”
Yeah it was what was expected, “I can explain!”
“You can explain why there were so many sexist comments written down about your fellow employees? You can explain why you described one employee as ‘loves cock’? Are you going to try and tell me she’s a keen rooster enthusiast?”
Dean could see the end of the line in sight, if he didn’t act quickly and decisively it was going to be the end of him and his time spent warping those around him. He had to be bold.
“Please,” he begged her, “it’s not what you think. This has all been a big misunderstanding. Please let me show you.”
“I cannot see anyway--”
“Please it’ll only take a minute! I just need to show you on your computer for a minute and if you’re still not convinced I will accept any action you want to take against me!”
She relented, sighing as she slumped back into her chair, pushing away from her desk, “Fine, I’ll give you one chance to prove your innocence or you’re out of here.”
Dean had to play on his one strength, the ace in the hole. Yolanda hadn’t seemed to notice that the database could do such amazing things, she must have changed the data back without going out to see the results. If Yolanda had figured out the entire picture he would have had no way back but it appeared he had a chance.
He loaded up the database on her computer and began to scroll through the names, “See I’ll show you my innocence with this.”
Finally he found it, he found the entry for her. He navigated to the notes section and quickly typed out the word ‘sleeping’.
“I don’t see what this is supposed to pro--”
Before she managed to get to the end of her sentence he clicked the save button and activated the effects of the reprogramming on her. Her body instantly fell into a slumber, Yolanda going out cold.
Dean released the breath he’d been containing, he couldn’t believe he’d somehow managed to get himself out of the frying pan. Still though he wasn’t out of the hot water, when she eventually awoke he was still in trouble if he didn’t do anything yet this gave him all the time he needed to plot his masterplan out of this trouble.
The reprogramming database had gotten him into this mess and it was that which he would use to get himself out of it too, but how?
He racked his brain plotting his escape, putting the pieces together to come up with his path to freedom. It came to him like a flash, he knew his hand, now it was time to play it.
“Rise and shine Yolanda,” Dean told his supervisor as she began to awaken from her sleep, rubbing the sandman’s remains from her heavy eyes.
“Huh what happened?” she groaned. She remembered she was scolding Dean for his inappropriate comments on the spreadsheet… that was right, then she suddenly found her eyes growing heavy. What the heck happened to her?
“You stayed up too late last night watching porn so today you went ahead and passed out from exhaustion mid lecture,” Dean calmly explained to her, of course blemishing the truth just a smidgen.
What he was saying was of course a complete lie. One the reason she fell asleep was because he put her to sleep. Two, he had no idea what she had been doing last night. However her cheeks quickly illuminated from his words as she tried to cover her face up.
Dean hadn’t made a complete lucky guess with some random stab in the dark, the reason she believed him was because of the plan he’d put in place while she’d been asleep. It was the newest entry into her personal data space; believes everything Dean tells her.
His words became fact as soon as they reached her. In her mind she’d been up all night touching herself to adult movies and as a result had passed out on the job. She’d never been so ashamed in her whole life.
“How did you know?” she asked him in a crackling voice as he watched on with a grin, finding joy at seeing his plan work to such a degree of perfection.
“You were talking in your sleep, saying all sorts of weird things, revealing all sorts of secrets.”
He loomed over her, making her shrink down into her seat, somehow trying to curl up and vanish but there was nowhere for her to hide, she had him exactly where he wanted her.
“What sort of secrets?” she asked timidly, peeking from between her fingers.
“Well it wouldn’t be fun to reveal them all, but there was one that really stood out. It was when you started saying, what was it now, Dean my love, please plunge your hard cock deep into my needy pussy.”
It was hard to imagine her face managing to get any redder but somehow it did it, her entire complexion burning up something rotten as he teased her with lies turned fact.
“I said that?”
“Oh you did, and more. I never knew that you was in love with me.”
Her heart began to pound in her chest. Well of course he didn’t know, why would she ever reveal something like that to him? Something so embarrassing.
Dean’s wandering hand slipped between her attempted covering of her own face, cupping her chin and tilting her head upwards, naturally leading her to breaking her finger mask.
“While it’s me I guess you don’t need to worry about any of that business anymore either. It’s nothing to concern yourself with and you should just forget all about it. In fact you should never look at that database again, stay away from it. It’s nothing for you to see.”
She nodded her head up and down like an obedient puppy. What exactly the problem was had already vanished from her mind and it wouldn’t be something she was revisiting.
“Okay Dean, I understand,” she said softly, almost shyly as her eyes dashed about to avoid his glances.
However he wasn’t done with her just yet as he grinned, “At five I want you to come down to my computer lab. I trust I’ll see you there?”
Sharply she nodded her head up and down, almost lost for words yet still managing to crack out a gasping response, “O-of course!”
“Great, see you then,” he told her, smirking from ear to ear as he managed to escape from suspension or worse. Now he just needed to recruit his harem again and then he’d be ready for his date with Yolanda.
Yolanda had no idea why Dean had called her to his computer lab after hours. Shifts were not ending and everyone was going home except for her who was making her way down to his darkened lair.
Not having time for a change of clothes she made sure to lather herself up in a thick layer of makeup, dolling herself up to impress him. She didn’t know what this get together was but she had hopes and expectations.
She took a deep breath as she stared into his lab’s door, composing herself as she knocked firmly.
“Come on in,” Dean called out from the other side, prompting her to enter to a scene she really didn’t expect.
Yolanda expected it would just be here and Dean, the two of them al
one, together.
Along with Dean, in that lab, there was Gina his personal sex slave along with two women she recognized from the other departments. There was Roxanne and her secretary, June.
The four of them were all undressed, unsurprising for Roxanne as that was her usual appearance anyway, but surprising enough for the rest.
Dean had took his time to undo all the deletions Yolanda had performed to the spreadsheet so that his harem was just the way he’d made it. Big tits, wide hips and all lusting for his cock. Speaking of his manhood he’d also changed that back into the towering slab of meat he had built it up into.
