by Tina Majors
I watched as Tiffany eased the device into my asshole. I let out a moan, part shock, part pleasure as my ass let it enter. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as everyone in the room was now around me, getting a good look as Tiffany pushed the plunger and I felt the cold pink serum enter me.
“Ooooooh,” I said, my voice suddenly an octave higher, more feminine.
What was happening?
I felt my eyelids drooping.
I felt sleepy.
As my eyes shut, I couldn’t make much out.
I tried to fight the sleep.
I felt my entire body tingling, a rush of pleasure over it.
I heard voices, cheering, laughing.
Then my eyes shut and everything was dark as I gave in to the anaesthetic powers of the pink serum that had been shot up into my ass.
**
I felt my eyes gradually begin to open.
Had I dreamt everything?
Was I about to wake up and find out that this craziest of dreams was exactly that.
A dream.
Not based in reality.
A fantasy my horny mind had devised in such detail and with such strength that it had actually felt so overwhelmingly powerful as to seem entirely real?
Almost immediately, I had my answer.
“She’s awake!” Came the calmly authoritative voice.
I opened my eyes fully and looked around me.
No longer in the large conference room of my fantasy – or was it reality? – I was now in a much smaller, but no less grand office room. Decked out in classical style up-market carpets and heavy oak furniture, I was lying on a green leather chaise-long.
It was at this moment that any doubts about the reality of my situation quickly dissipated and I realised that something was definitely up.
Sitting across from me was Maxwell, the powerful, super business chic, alpha male from before I black out. He was seated behind his grand desk. To one side of him was Tiffany. She had changed out of her business attire and was now wearing a tiny matching bra and panty set – black, see through, lacy. She had let her hair down, and her luxurious, shiny locks only added to her sophisticated sexiness.
My mind was rapidly catching up on itself, trying to remember what had happened – specially: what had happened to me – in that room before I had passed out. In truth, I still felt a little scrambled, and was struggling to process the situation, let alone the murky, not so distant past.
It must have been written all over my face.
“Tiffany,” Maxwell said, “Why don’t you show her the end product?”
Her? What the hell…
I didn’t have too long to wonder as to what he meant.
Tiffany walked over to me, her slender yet curvy hips swaying as she did, and eased me onto my feet and led me over to a large, oval shaped mirror situated across from Maxwell’s desk.
As we stood side by side, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Instead of me standing next to Tiffany, there was a long legged, big-bootied, large breasted, bimbo.
It couldn’t be…
There was no way…
Wait, it was all coming back…
“Yes, that’s right,” Tiffany said, “The cold pink serum we shot up that ass of yours has taken effect and transformed you into our latest employee. Our latest cum hungry, cock addicted bimbo.”
“Wait, I-!” I protested.
“No, no, no nonsense from you,” Maxwell said. “If you remember, we know all about your internet preferences, your deepest fantasies. You admitted them all to us as you drifted off. And now, you have your wish. You are a perfect fuck machine who will prove to be an excellent employee for us here.”
I was in total shock.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the person staring back at me in the mirror.
The seductively plum lips.
The high cheekbones.
The bombastic breasts, nipples stiffening and pointing out hard.
I felt a shiver as Tiffany ran her hands over my shoulders, down my front, over my breasts, over my smooth, hairless pubic mound.
“Ooooooooh,” I let out, suddenly aware that my pussy – yes, I couldn’t deny I had one – was pulsing, hot, a wetness between my legs that was equally shocking and a massive turn on.
Tiffany eased her fingers into my hot pussy, just enough for me to get a feeling for how amazing it would be from now on.
I let out another moan, my knees buckling a little.
“Go on, Tiffany,” Maxwell said, “Give her a little touch on her clit. Show her what’s possible.”
With that, Tiffany worked her wet fingers over my clit and almost straight away I could feel my entire body filling with this kind of incredible sexual energy I had never experienced in my life as a man.
I was in so much pleasure it was unreal.
“Do you like it?” Maxwell said.
“Y-y-y-y-y-yes,” I replied, struggling to keep my composure.
“Do you like it what?” Maxwell said, a little sternly. ]
“Um, ooooh, um, ooooh-aaaah,” I responded, totally unable to communicate such was the pleasure happening around my body.
“Sir!” Maxwell commanded. “You will address me as sir!”
“Y-y-y-y-y-yes, oooooooooh, y-y-y-yes, s-s-s-s-sir,” I said, holding on to Tiffany as she worked my clit, now with more fingers also working my pussy simultaneously.
“Now, do you accept your role with us?” Maxwell asked. “Do you agree to work for us, to do our bidding, to willingly give your mind and body to service?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, panting, moaning, my weight now almost fully supported by Tiffany as she continued to work my pussy and my clit.
I felt myself approaching what would have been my first orgasm.
My entire body was in total ecstasy, I could feel myself thrusting and gyrating, trying to get extra friction to bring myself closer to release.
At this point I looked up and saw that Maxwell had stepped out from his desk and was removing his trousers, then pants, to reveal a hard, bouncing, throbbing cock. This was the kind of dick a normal man can only dream of. It was a monster.
“Now cum for me, bimbo,” He declared, moving in close to me, his bard cock centimetres from my face.
“Ooooooooh, yyyyyeeeeees, sir,” I squealed, now using my own fingers to bring myself off.
“That’s your new slutty instinct taking over,” Tiffany said, approvingly.
As I frantically worked my clit and pussy, I felt myself collapse to my knees, continuing to pump my tight, wet hole, now frantically rubbing my clit as if my life depended on it.
I looked up and just did what came naturally.
I grabbed Maxwell’s long, veiny, hard cock and put my lips over the wide, powerful dick-head.
The taste was so good. Salty, masculine. I knew that this was my future, that being a man was an old life now, one that I didn’t want to go back to.
I felt my body begin to jerk involuntarily.
It was happening, I was cumming.
I worked my mouth over Maxwell’s cock and felt his hot cum spurt into my mouth.
He pulled back and sprayed my face with his hot cum as I continued to have my orgasm. I didn’t think either would end as his cum continued to fly onto my face, into my mouth, over my hair. All the time, Maxwell looked down at me, grinning, grunting, clearly enjoying the show.
He finished and slapped his length across my face a couple of times as I began to collapse to the floor totally spent.
“Well, not a bad effort for your first cock,” He declared, walking back to his desk, picking up his clothes and getting back into them as if nothing had happened.
“Say thank you,” tiffany said, squatting down and giving me a few slaps across my exposed thighs, ass, and pussy.
“Sorry, sir, thank you, sir,” I said, weakly, barely able to talk from the sheer shock of this experience.
“good enough,” Maxwell said. “Although as part
of your training you will be expected to get a whole lot better. Right, Tiffany will you come with me, then come back to sort her out and give her some tasks to complete before we resume later.”
“Yes, of course, sir,” tiffany replied.
She gave me another few slaps.
“You, bimbo, you better make sure you’re ready and presentable when I come back. There’s a private bathroom through that door – you’re lucky I don’t make you use the one out in the corridor. Get all that cum out of your hair, wash yourself all over and wait for me to get back. Got it?”
I nodded and watched as the two left the room.
Quite where this was going I had no idea, but I knew that it was quite possibly the most exhilarating experience I was ever likely to have.
I licked my lips as I watched them leave and realised that whatever happened, this was my future. A cum soaked hotel slut, ready to serve, happy to take orders, and ready to take cock at a moment’s notice.
**
My task was to walk down the road, back across the park so I could pick up some ingredients for the hotel’s head chef.
Now, this was one moody S.O.B if you follow me, so I knew I had to be on point with my timing and also the accuracy in terms of what I was collecting ingredients-wise.
Shouldn’t be a big deal though, I thought, confidently looking at my cell and seeing the list of items I had inputted as he spoke.
I looked up at the sky above me.
It was kinda cloudy but I could see that the sun was attempting to burn through the soft clouds and make its presence known in the metropolis that engulfed me, and the millions of others who inhabited it.
So, the sun wasn’t quite out, but the humidity was a total killer.
I mean, I’m talking sweat levels are emergency point.
Seriously. I could tell from the anguished looks on people’s faces this this particular day was even more humid than was normal for this time of year. One person even seemed to be struggling to walk straight.
Probably didn’t make sure to hydrate correctly, I imagined.
For me, I always ensured that I had taken on enough liquids – clean ones, over the course of the day. This was a habit, and an especially good one to have in this kind of climate.
Anyway.
I walked across the road, noticing a few glances from cab drivers and men on the street.
It was a strange sensation. It actually shocked me a little when one passing car honked and shouted a pretty explicit obscenity at me.
Was this really what it would be like from now on?
Anyway, as much as it offended me, I can’t deny the certain frisson of excitement I felt at the same time.
Safely on the other side of the road, I checked the time.
Odd, I thought, puzzled.
The time seemed surprisingly early, almost as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened.
Hey, I guess I am a quick walker, I thought, relaxed and happy at this turn of events.
I didn’t think about it for a moment longer and continued down the next avenue that would, as long as my calculations were correct, would take me to the ingredients store.
The humidity was keeping up with its intensity, and if anything was getting worse.
I felt myself really feeling the pace so decided to take a breather – after all, I was making such good time a couple of minutes wouldn’t make any difference. Then, totally by chance, I happened to see the street vendor from the day I had arrived here.
You know, the one who wanted me to review his food on TripAdvisor and got all in a twizz when I demurred, albeit temporarily.
Yes, him, that exact guy.
Well, I knew he wouldn’t recognise me this time, for obvious reasons, and I recalled that he did his own cold beverages to go with the wraps.
What the heck, I thought.
I walked over to his stall, ready to quench my thirst.
I waited for the customer ahead of me to get served. I’m not being funny, but the amount he was ordering was absolutely ridiculous.
Three large wraps?
Three drinks?
Plus a couple of sides?
Who was he feeding, the entire population of a small nation?
Well, maybe I was being a tad impatient, thirsty as I was. Thing was, in front of all this tasty food I had actually developed something of an appetite at this point.
Perhaps I would pick up a wrap again, help settle my stomach and get some much needed nutrients in my system for what was sure to be an energy sapping day, and a long one too.
Well, it was settled.
I would get a cool drink and a wrap. Yes, a nutritious high energy wrap and I would be on my way.
But, one problem.
The absolute clown in front of me was taking an age to pay for his order.
Why oh why people couldn’t be more efficient with this kind of thing I really never did understand.
I was getting a bit irritated at not only that, but the sight of the food and drink he was holding being crushed in his bag.
Couldn’t he at least show some respect to both the vendor and the product that had been served to him?
Well, it was probably none of my business, but I just couldn’t help but get a little worked up at this kind of thing. The man finally got the right payment card out of his wallet and the transaction went through smoothly enough, although just when I thought everything was signed, sealed, and delivered, he only went and asked for an extra drink and a small packet of falafel energy balls.
For God’s sake! What was he playing at?
I must admit I did make a kind of irritated tutting noise a couple of times.
I was at boiling point, and not just because of the weather.
The man turned around and I couldn’t believe his response.
“Calm down, honey, you’ll get your turn,” He said with a kind of arrogance that was just demeaning.
I was speechless.
I looked to the vendor in expectation, but nothing. I attempted to say something but for some reason the words just wouldn’t come out. All I could do was stand there, probably looking as helpless as I felt.
The stupid oaf kind of smirked and turned back to the vendor to complete his transaction.
Trying to keep my mind of this insult, I looked up towards the impressive architecture that filled the skyline.
It’s very easy to miss this kind of thing unless you really make the effort, I thought, contemplatively.
Well, the rude man finished his order, got served, and left, turning again to smirk as he walked off towards his car, a plain, seen better days, saloon.
Finally, I could get on with my order and get my day back on track after this totally unnecessary situation.
Drama, right? Who needs it.
So it was my turn at last. I stood in front of the vendor and placed my order. Petit wrap with a hint of chili flame and one tall iced smoothie.
I was really looking forward it by now, I can promise that.
The vendor began to prepare the wrap.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, which is always a reassuring sign when dealing with any kind of food preparation.
I mean, I guess I should have had more trust in his skill set having already had one great wrap from him.
Call me suspicious Sally then why don’t you?
I found something different about this ordering experience however.
There was something I couldn’t put my finger on…
I was noticing… his hands?
To get specific, I was noticing the dexterity of his fingers, the strong and supple look of his palms. Sure, they had a weather-worn quality to them, but also a sure touch and firm grip.
Oh right, I remembered, my perceptions are naturally going to be different know. I was seeing things more and more like how a woman would. Back in my male body it would never, ever have occurred to me to observe a street vendor’s hands so keenly. Maybe in the past I guess I would be prone to c
hecking out big, alpha men in the changing room of my gym, but now I was finding myself entranced by some regular dude on the street.
What did it all mean?
I guess the vendor must have noticed me looking.
As he continued to put the finishing touches to my wrap, he began to strike up a little bit of a conversation.
Nothing risqué, just friendly talk.
I couldn’t help but smile, nodding along, asking the odd question here or there. He seemed to be enjoying our chat, really interacting with me in a way that he certainly hadn’t done on my previous experience with him.
The difference?
Yes, I was a man then.
Hey, maybe the benefits of being a babe weren’t just limited to the the… obvious stuff.
Well, he finished the wrap and gave it to me along with the drink I had requested. We said goodbye and as I walked away I turned back.
Just as I thought…
Busted!
He was checking me out as I left.
I could tell from the look on his face that he definitely liked what he saw. He had the kind of look I used to get when checking out a hot woman. He was almost drooling.
I could have been offended, but instead I just felt kinda horny.
Then I remembered: I had to get these ingredients or there would be trouble!
I looked at the time and saw that I was now basically running late. This wasn’t good.
Doubling my pace, and trying to navigate the streets at the same time, I made it my mission to not get distracted again, power through the punishing heat, and complete my task.
Hey, it was fun chilling out as a woman, I thought. But now it was time to hustle.
**
I arrived back at the hotel and made my way into the kitchen with the parcel for the head chef. As I said, he was a grumpy sonofabitch, so I attempted to drop the package off as quickly as I could before getting out of there and back up to Tiffany’s office where I knew there were further instructions for me.
I also had a feeling that Maxwell would be involved.
When I say feeling, I guess what I really mean was that I really hoped he would be involved. I hadn’t been able to get over the thoughts of his large, all powerful cock in my mouth.
