September 28th, 2044. 9:00 AM.
That was the moment that Jackson Calvard woke up and realized that everything had changed.
He'd gone to bed with visions of corporate dominance in his head. In the morning, he would begin consolidating his power, weakening his grandfather's position, and arranging for the old coot to be put out to pasture before any real changes could be made. His head was full of strange and fantastic dreams that were the height of hubris - images of himself as a caesar, on a throne, surrounded by money and women, forcing his grandfather to bow and acknowledge him as the true ruler of Renew. He'd gone to sleep with a hardon, as he often did when indulging in such fantasies.
The first sign that something was amiss was when he woke up with no sensation of morning wood.
Jackson was used to waking up with morning wood, from his rampant fucking, from his perpetually horny nature. Sometimes he jerked off in the mornings, first thing, before even getting out of bed. He loved the feeling of having a big cock and feeling that meat slap up against his taut belly, past his navel.
This morning, though, he awoke tangled in his sheet, face-down. And instead of feeling a hard bar of turgid, blood-filled flesh snug against his expensive bedspread… he felt… something else. Something strange.
"Nnngh…" he grumbled. His voice felt strange to his own ears. Higher in register. And there was pressure on his chest. As if he was sleeping with his pectoral muscles draped over his pillows. "Fucknnngh…" he grumbled some more, and rolled over onto his back.
The weight on his chest remained. Jackson murmured again and opened and closed his hands, now laying like a corpse in a coffin. Something long and keratinized scraped against his palm at the tip of each digit - fingernails that felt somehow 'off'. He barely registered the strange feeling of his eyelashes actually brushing against his face and he blinked blearily. He moved his hands up to his chest, trying to brush off the weight there. And…
His hands slid up against a pair of tits.
Huge, honking tits . Massive, wobbling, bra-busting tits. Jackson was no stranger to tits, he had groped more than his fair share in his debauched young life. And these were no doubt a pair of prize winners. They were absolutely enormous . The sort of natural breasts that would, when standing upright, have undersides that bulged all the way down to waist level.
Huh? Who did I go to bed with last night?
Was it Lucille? She was the only woman at Renew with breasts even approaching this size. But these seemed large, even for her. He dimly recalled drinking his scotch, watching Lucille twerk… and then it returned to him. He had not taken his secretary home. Preoccupied with the pending battle for control of the company, he'd gone home alone. So the occupant of the bed was…
Only yourself, Jackson. Only yourself.
Jackson's eyes burst open. He sat up - his body feeling all wrong, the proportions alien. He looked down at himself. It was the last "he" of Jackson Calvard's existence. Because the only description that would fit the view… was she .
Jackie Calvard. Pleased to meet you.
Incredulous breath burst from her mouth in a wheeze. Her hands - daintier by far than her previous male mitts - pressed against her chest… and nearly sank into the flesh there. She - the pronoun was inescapable - had a pair of absolutely outlandish, pale, perfectly complexioned boobs! She burst up from the bed, turning toward the full-length mirror that was part and parcel for the bedroom of anyone as vain as the former Jackson Calvard.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck! What the fuck!? Oh my god!" She tried to cover up her own enormous boobs, but it was no use. Even the perfect pink nipples were too large to be covered by her sparrow-thin wrists. It was like hugging two big cushions to her chest! There was no hiding her long, gorgeous brown hair or the hourglass shape formed by her wide hips, either.
And here, all the twisted attitudes she'd had as a man came home to roost.
What a piece of fuckmeat.
The thought came naturally. Effortlessly. Without thinking. Jackie was now in the insane position of objectifying herself. She was actually ogling her own enormous tits, and… and…
She turned around and looked back at the mirror over one shoulder. "Fuck! Goddamn it, what the fuck? How!?" The biggest, fattest, most twerk-ready PAWG ass she ever could have imagined, in this life or the former! Jackson had been a great ass-gazer and a ruthless judge of female bodies, and now… she was confronted by perhaps the greatest specimen of one she had ever seen… and it was her own!
A girl with a dump truck like that deserves to get bent over and used , she thought. She could actually hear the sneering voice of her former self inside her head. "I'm… I'm…" she stammered, her new voice sounding pixie-like and almost comedic. The timbre of voice that he'd often rolled his eyes at in conference calls while making blowjob motions to male executives. "I'm a fucking… big-titted… fat-assed bitch! "
Her phone beeped on the nightstand. Jackie scrambled in that direction, registering now just how bouncy and bubbly and cheek-clappy her new body felt as she moved. Everywhere there seemed to be pleasing protrusions of hip and thigh and breast and buttock, wobbling around obscenely.
The phone had one text message: "A car is waiting outside. Check your closet and come downstairs. There's still a way to go back to your old body, but only if you do exactly as we say."
The text was followed by a signature - "The Victims Of Jackson Calvard"
An explanation was high on Jackie's list of priorities. She tried to text back furiously but found that her fingernails - which had grown to a flawless and shining length of at least an inch, were making it impossible. She only managed: "WTFNFFFFF" before giving up entirely, crying out "Fuck!" as loud as she could. Instead of the former Jackson's authoritative, masculine yell… she sounded like a really angry Hello Kitty plushie. Next was throwing the phone. Jackson had been a champion thrower of things when angry… but his new and delicate body couldn't even muster enough force to crack the phone case, sending the device about eight feet in a limp-wristed delivery that was accompanied by an adorable, high-pitched grunting sound.
Almost immediately, there was a knock at the front door of her two-story loft. Everything was happening too fast. In spite of the time situation, Jackie bounced on the balls of her feet and watched the hypnotic movement of her enormous, bubbly ass-cheeks lifting and then slapping together with a loud WHOP sound, which repeated each time she made the motion. Whop whop whop whop whop whop whop! She couldn't help but imagine the lewd things she would have said just one day ago… about herself! What a massive dumper. What a dick-breaker. I'd love to bang my balls off that. What a huge, lewd, nasty, fuck-worthy ass!
Right, the closet. She made her way to the dragon-printed sliding doors in their polished, gilded tracks, and spread them wide. The contents were much different than they had been the prior evening. There were no suits and no shoes - the shelves were denuded of ties, the drawers empty of cuff-links and brick-a-brack. Instead, there was a single black box, with a sticky note attached: "WEAR ME"
"Fuck me," Jackie lamented, as she removed the top to reveal a stunning black cocktail dress with a high hemline… and a single pair of lacy black panties. There was no bra; perhaps because one would have to be special-ordered to fit Jackie's enormous tits, perhaps because the newly-minted female would have no idea how to put one on anyway. Panties, and a spaghetti-strap mini-dress, were straightforward enough.
Jackie stood staring at the clothing for a moment, and then the phone chimed again and spurred her to action. Looking harried and rather cute, her brown hair messy, she pulled on the panties. Her eyes widened at the feeling of trying to pull them up over the enormous, protruding mounds of her thick ass.
Fuck, is this what it feels like? It's huge back there!Again, she longed to be her former self, ogling her new self, simultaneously sexually intrigued by her new body and disgusted by its whorishness. The dress she simply threw over her head and pulled downward - the midsection roughly followed the contours of her body and provided some support for her breasts… but only a little. They still hung like melons, revealing a canyon of cleavage, causing the straps of the dress to pull taut and strain. As for the skirt… it barely covered her ass, cutting off just below the curve of each buttock. Even the slightest movement would reveal how her bubble cheeks had devoured her underwear, turning a medium-coverage back into a thong.
A knock at the door. A muffled female voice. "Jaaaaaaaackson!" Singsong and taunting, but somehow recognizable. Jackie felt her heart rate, already high, continue to accelerate. She stepped out of her room and retrieved her phone on the way, shapely princess feet pattering on the hardwood, then descending the stairs and rushing to the front door. She pulled it open, again realizing how much harder it was, how much her tiny arm had to work to move the stout oak portal.
Standing on the intricate stonework of the stoop was Lucille. Smiling. With a pair of black, high-heeled shoes dangling from one hand.
"Hello, Jackson," she said.
Jackie realized she was seeing Lucille differently - and it wasn't just because his secretary had turned out to be the one who had sprung this trap on him. Her eye level was actually above his; he was at least six inches shorter. Jackson had never been the tallest man - he'd actually wore lifts in his shoes to appear taller, for alpha maleness reasons - but Jackie was positively doll-like.
"What did you do, you bitch?" she snarled. "I'll make you pay for this-"
"Is that the way to talk to someone who controls your destiny?" Lucille replied. Jackie looked in the other woman's eyes and saw no shred of remorse or doubt there. "There's a formula that will exactly reverse the change you've undergone, Jackson. But to get it… you're going to have to play ball." She looked at Jackie's denuded crotch, where a fat pussy mound was quivering beneath black lace, and chuckled to herself in her sexy, smoky voice. "No offense."
Jackie lunged at Lucille. She couldn't help it. Any woman who had disrespected the former Jackson had to be corrected, it was still in her nature, even having undergone such a change. But she was more awkward, slower, weighed down by tits and ass… and Lucille easily caught the clumsy slap and turned Jackie around, bending her arm painfully behind her back.
"Ow!" she squealed. "Ow! Ow! Quit it!"
"Now you listen to me," Lucille breathed into her ear. "All those times you threw me over desks, and did as you pleased, all those times you grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head down on your cock, with the unspoken understanding that I'd be fired and blacklisted if I refused… you've had this coming for a long time, Jackson!"
She raised her hand, and brought it down on Jackie's bubbly, pert ass-cheek. WHAP! "Owwwww!" she cried out. "Quit it, you bitch!"
But Lucille did not stop. She raised her hand again. "Jackson - I have been waiting to say this to you for eighteen months," she seethed into Jackie's ear. Lucille's hand descended and planted a massive spanking on Jackie's cheek, leaving a red palm-print. "Shut up bitch!"
Jackie cried out in a pathetic moan. She was being shoved up against the wall, just inside the entryway, and Lucille was absolutely going to town on her butt, taking out those eighteen months of frustration in a series of cheek-wobbling, skin-reddening spanks. Each time her palm descended, Jackie whimpered and moaned.
WHAP! "Do you like that, Jackson?"
WHAP! "All the things you said about me, not caring how I felt?"
WHAP! "Who's the fat-assed bitch now?"
WHAP! "Who has the dicksucker lips now, you cocksleeve?"
WHAP! "Who has the wet cunt box that's always down to fuck? Say it!"
"No!" Jackie cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "Fuck you, you stupid slut-"
Lucille's eyes flashed and she brought down the biggest spanking yet - it reverberated in the entryway and made Jackie's reddening buttock wobble and jiggle beautifully, drawing another helpless moan.
"You don't understand, Jackson," Lucille snarled, using the legal name of her 'boss' with something like contempt. " You're the stupid slut here. Not me. And I want to hear you say it."
She raised up her hand. Her engagement ring glimmered in the light.
"No!" Jackie refused, shaking her head. "I won't!" And so the hand fell, again, and again, and again, until she could take no more, and she started blurting out words that would placate Lucille, in between the impacts on her huge, bubbly bottom.
"Fine! I'm a slut!" she cried out. "I'm a slut!"
"You can do better than that! Say the same shit you used to say about me, and all the other women at the office!" Lucille's voice had grown angry and insistent.
Jackie squinted her eyes shut and tears rolled down her cheeks. It was so unfair. The role swap had come so quickly and mercilessly, she had mental whiplash! It didn't compute… she was supposed to be the one in charge, lording over Lucille and her ilk. And that was the way it was supposed to be… forever! She drew in a breath.
"I'm a stupid whore with a huge, fuckable ass!" Jackie cried. "I'm… I'm only good for fucking! I'm a dumb dick sleeve! My tits are so huge it's embarrassing!"
Lucille pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face. Jackie whimpered in defeat and reached around to rub her sore bottom. "Are you ready to listen?" she asked.
Jackie nodded sulkily. Inwardly, she was planning to take terrible revenge as soon as she could… but for now… it was clear who had the upper hand. Lucille presented the shoes and Jackie clumsily slid her dainty, pale-skinned feet into them, the cute toes and arches of which looked delicious. Despite her former male status, she was no tomboy. She was a particularly feminine woman.
Once the shoes were on - and Jackie taking her first halting, wobbly steps - Lucille presented one more item from behind her back. A combination facemask and ball-gag. It was black in color and would look outwardly like the sort of anti-flu mask one might wear on an airplane. Inside, though, Jackie's mouth would be wrapped around a large rubber knob.
"Open wide," Lucille prompted. Glaring, Jackie did. The big rubber plug slid past her puffy, shapely dicksucker lips, and the mask attached tightly behind her ears. With it firmly in place, Lucille led Jackie out the door.
There was a company limousine waiting outside the building, and Lucille led Jackie to the rear door, where the driver was waiting. He was a rugged older man with thick muscles, wearing a tee-shirt beneath a simple suit jacket. A mountain-climber type with long dark hair that was heavily peppered with gray.
He's hot , Jackie thought. Probably has a big fat cock, too . Then her eyes went wide as she realized how naturally and effortlessly the thought had come. Had she really just thought that? About a guy?
They entered the limousine with Jackie blushing furiously, and feeling renewed anger about how her 'change' was affecting her. Lucille slid into a seat opposite her. And then, instead of closing the door, the 'driver' also entered the back seat… and sat next to Lucille. The redhead rubbed his thigh affectionately, planted a kiss on his cheek… and then spoke to him.
"This is your engagement gift honey," she said. "From me to you. Her name is Jacqueline."
The rugged man's eyes lit up; Jackie's own gray-colored eyes went wide. The man opposite her was in his early forties, but his forearms, thighs, chest, and strong jaw seemed to exude vitality. "Really?" he said. "I know you said something kinky, Lucy… but this!" He glanced at Jackie. "So she's-"
"She's a 'professional', yes." Lucille planted a kiss on his cheek. "But you know I have no hangups, Bill. I thought we could all have some fun together. Don't worry - it's all been agreed to. She'll be… well compensated."
Lucille shot Jackie a look then, psychically communicating that if she ever hoped to regain her former penis-having form, she was going to have to do more than just apologize. Jackie found that her heart was racing. So this was the infamous Bill, the fiancee that she'd so often teased Lucille about… and done her best to sabotage.
"Take out his dick," Lucille prompted Jackie. The rear of the stretch limo was spacious, with enough room for Jackie to get on her knees in front of the brawny male. Bill seemed more bemused than anything; or perhaps he was thinking about how lucky he was, that he was about to marry a woman who had arranged a threesome for him that featured a dark-haired prostitute with absolutely enormous tits.
In that moment, Jackie made a deal with herself, inside her head. It would be like prison. She would do whatever she needed to do while she was 'inside', and then, never speak of it again. She slid from her seat and knee-walked over to Bill, then reached up with trembling hands toward the crotch of his pants. One zipper-pull later and she found herself caressing something big and thick and long as it emerged.
Damn it… it's huge!
In spite of her hesitation, her hands were drawn to that big, rugged penis. Jackie felt a pang of jealousy as she eyeballed it and realized it was longer and thicker than her 'former' penis had been… and that wasn't all. There was another feeling too. A natural submissiveness and desire to serve. The former Jackson Calvard had always believed that women respected the biggest cocks in the room… and now, Jackie had internalized that belief.
She moaned around her gag. She did respect it. Color flushed to her cheeks.
"Use your huge tits to get my boyfriend's cock hard, whore," Lucille spat, and chuckled when Bill looked at her with surprise. "Don't worry," she assured him. "This one likes being treated this way. In fact… it's what she thinks women deserve? Isn't that right, Jacqueline?"
Jackie moaned pathetically, still staring at that big, long cock. It was thicker than her arm and had to be at least twelve inches. What a monster! Her hands moved to pull down the front of her dress and expose her huge, pale tits that hung enormous with their large pink nipples. Instinctively, having seen it done many times from the opposite vantage, she snuggled as close as she could to the man and wrapped her jugs around his shaft, before moving them up and down.
"Damn, Lucy," Bill grunted, leaning back and enjoying himself. "This is one heck of a gift!" The newly-engaged couple shared an unchaste kiss and groped each other while Jackie went about her business, titfucking that big, throbbing rod. She couldn't help but make cute noises of exertion as she dutifully lifted and dropped her fat funbags.
Lucille continued to talk dirty, whispering in Bill's ear in a low voice, telling him how much she enjoyed watching that little slut take care of his huge cock . Jackie tried to keep her mind on the task at hand. She knelt, knock-kneed and ankle-splayed, and did the best she could… but nothing could stop her mind from racing with new unfamiliar twists on classic Jackson Calvard instincts. She noticed that her tits were actually larger than Lucille's, and felt a strange pride in it. She guessed that if she wanted to, she could probably seduce Bill and steal him away… that would show the bitch! Besides, she rationalized. The better job she did at making Bill cum, the sooner the humiliation would be over.
For these reasons and others she couldn't yet admit or didn't yet realize, Jackie threw herself into the task of titfucking that big penis, even craning her neck down to rub her face against the tip when it emerged from her cleavage… though she couldn't suck it because of the mask. Bill continued to grow in hardness; Lucille was teasing him into a frenzy, telling him how much she wanted to see her big, strong man put a little whore in her place.
It was at this point that Jackie felt a lubricated, telltale moistness between her legs. She hadn't had time to explore her new anatomy, but there could be no denying what this was. Her body was getting itself ready. Preparing for penetration. Setting the stage for a rough fucking at the hands of the brawny, handsome man that was right in front of her!
"Go ahead," Lucille told Bill. "Be as rough as you want. She likes it. She thinks women are just dick sleeves anyway. Isn't that right?" Bill's hand descended into Jackie's hair and she moaned as she was hauled up onto his lap in a cowgirl position. He lifted her with such muscled ease that her heart fluttered like a princess being wooed by the beast.
She groaned through her gag as Bill's hand, weathered and scarred from woodworking or mountain climbing or some other activity that the former Jackson would have never bothered with, reached beneath and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her pink, blushing, soaking wet, fat-mounded pussy slit! His erection slid against it with almost no friction, she was drenched down there, and feeling a constant throb inside her midsection.
It was here that Jackie realized for the first time how one could get wrapped up in a sexual encounter without ever having planned to. Things seemed to have a momentum all their own, and her body was responding. She could feel that big, ruddy shaft throbbing against her labia! She realized that she wanted dick . Dick dick dick dick dick dick dick. She, the newly-minted Jackie Calvard, wanted to get her back blown out! She wanted that twelve inch pipe in her guts! As much as Jackson had wanted to fuck… she wanted to be fucked!
Bill's strong hands braced under her round, soft ass and lifted her up, making her heart flutter again at his strength. Jackie felt an intense pressure at her entrance as the big knob slid across her clit, then to her delta, and then, suddenly, she was being impaled. She slid down onto Bill's shaft as neatly as succulent, barbecued meat might slide onto a skewer. That throbbing, arm-thick penis was… was…
"Ngghrrrrrnnnnghhhh!!" she groaned, and her pretty eyes fluttered like lazy butterflies, becoming half-lidded. Lucille laughed as she watched Jackie instinctively wrap her arms around Bill's neck and shoulders and start to ride him.
"God, you really love cock, don't you?" Lucille taunted, just inches away from Jackie's ear. "I guess when a really big dick is around… women can't help themselves, can they? I think you told me that." She was masturbating too, her sliding between her legs, turned on not just by the sexual action but by pure catharsis. "You're nothing but a dick-bitch, aren't you? A whore for the biggest fucking cocks you can find! Oh, this is rich!"
Bill seemed not to notice how strangely familiar Lucille's taunting was. He was too busy lifting and dropping Jackie's molten bitch-box on the iron bar of his prick, creating a lewd squelching noise as her lube splattered all over his big balls. He brought his hips up to meet her each time, drawing out groaning noises as he drove deep, and making the clapping of her pale bubble cheeks echo in the limo. Her buttocks would open up as she was lifted, displaying her perfect pink asshole, then slap back together as she dropped down, and the motion created a rhythm that grew steady over several minutes.
Jackie held on for dear life, as an inexperienced rider might cling to a mechanical bull. And she wasinexperienced… even if it turned out she had an embarrassing, incriminating knack for it. Lucille was happy to tell her all about this as she was fucked, nibbling her earlobe and purring that she'd finally found her calling, that the Jackson should have been bending over and letting her strap it on instead of sexually harassing her.
"You've always been a bitch, haven't you?" Lucille seethed viciously, fingering herself while Jackie groaned and gasped into her gag. "You only respected cocks before, and you only respect cocks now. Nothing has really changed, has it, Jackson?" She slapped Jackie's ass. "Look at the way you're moving your hips! Bringing your pelvis down to meet that cock while it fucks up your pussy! All that time you spent calling me a whore… it turns out, you were the whore all along!"
Jackie was doing a lot of denying, a lot of head-shaking, but nothing could hide the fact that she was driving her body down onto that dick with increasing force, matching Bill's enthusiastic movements. She couldn't help it. Something was building inside, there was a spot, an unspeakable spot, that Bill's fat cock was hitting, and she wanted more. She wanted that spot punished, she wanted the fire that was kindling there to rage into an inferno. Having her pussy fucked felt so good! And… and…
I deserve it. Look at my huge tits and my fat ass! I'm a piece of meat!
That was the key piece of the puzzle. Jackson Calvard, as a man, had been utterly misogynist, and internalized that view so intensely… that Jackie couldn't help but turn it upon herself. Her groans grew louder and louder, the intensity of the fucking grew along with them. Lucille reached up to Jackie's mask. "I'm going to take this off so you can tell my boyfriend how much you like it," she warned. "But you'd better talk nicely, Jackie. You know what happens if you don't."
She unhooked the mask and pulled the gag from Jackie's mouth in a splatter of spit that dripped down her shining, moist, inflated lips. She'd put on no makeup, but she was so naturally beautiful that it was almost impossible to tell - large, wet eyes, long eyelashes, lips that looked botox-filled even if they were 'natural'... or as 'natural' as one could be with the help of some genetic fuckery.
And what did Jackie Calvard say, granted the freedom of speech? In the moment, she told herself she would say "Stop, this is all a trick!" or "I'm really a man!" or "I'm going to make you regret this!"
But no. What came out was: "F-fuck, I love your huge fucking donkey dick in my pussyyyyy!", and it contained no defiance at all… only a screeching, needy tone that spoke to a desire for more cock, more fucking, more degradation. She clutched herself to Bill and pressed her face into his neck. His large hands groped her buttocks and they cried out together as the sizzle in Jackie's cunt was hammered into a fireball that radiated out.
"I'm… fucking… cummmmiiiiiing!" she wailed. "Don't… stop… fucking me!" She could not stop herself from crying and begging for cock-pounding, it just felt too good. Jackie's life as a woman really and truly started at that moment, with every bit of her reproductive system quivering and spasming as a brutal orgasm tore through her body. She was getting fucked , her cheeks were getting clapped , her back was getting blown out . And the grunting of her partner was another sound she recognized from her former self… the sound that accompanied a huge, impregnating load being blasted deep into her cunt!
Her vision started to swim and all reason departed for a time. Her body went limp and the air became a chorus of gasps, with Lucille reaching orgasm as well, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jackie getting her brains fucked out by her fiancee. For her, it was delicious revenge, and the nail in the coffin of any spell that Jackson might have once held over her. As 'Jackie', soft and fuckable and obviously a total cock slut, she had no such power.
It was Lucille that pushed Jackie off of Bill's lap, letting her tumble to the carpeted floor of the limo. While Bill thanked her profusely for arranging such a tryst, which had long been a fantasy of his, she kept her eyes on Jackie, who was moaning on the ground, arms wrapped around her smooth midsection. A huge creampie was bubbling out of slit as she lay on one hip, sliding down the bubbly sphere of her lower ass-cheek. She groaned and bit her lip as a large deposit of white, chowdery cum burbled out along with a degrading queef. She was well-and-truly fucked, and in as degrading a position as she'd ever put a woman into in her prior form.
"Take us to the office, Bill," Lucille prompted. "It's almost lunch. And we have a lunch meeting."
Bill seemed surprised at this request. "Wait… you want me to take her to the office? Won't you get in trouble for bringing… I mean…" He shrugged. "Does she work there or something?"
Lucille giggled to herself, kissed his forehead, and shook her head. "It's complicated," she replied. And so Bill zipped up his pants and departed the rear of the vehicle, putting on a driver's hat as he did so. By the time a shaky-limbed Jackie had recovered enough to haul herself back up onto the seat and pull her panties back on, the car was already in motion.
Forty-five minutes later, she found herself walking unsteadily to one of the upstairs offices, still wearing Lucille's slutty evening dress. Lucille had calculated well - it showed off every detail of her oversexed, humiliatingly voluptuous body. As Jackie moved, she took stock of the morning's insane events.
Clearly, Renew had made a groundbreaking discovery… and Jackie had been exposed to it. That much was clear. Lucille hadn't yet informed her of exactly what terms would result in the return of her prior sex. She had only said that it was contingent on 'cooperation'. Thus, the order to ascend to the posh office lounge had been given. It was a swank place with a built-in bar, and Jackie had used it many times as a place to entertain investors and male executives, often with 'arranged' female company.
Lucille had spent the twenty-minute ride applying makeup to Jackie, working quickly and industriously with a practiced hand, pausing occasionally to laugh and say 'this looks good on you, Jackson' or 'such wide eyes… you look too cute'. The RenewU building had plenty of mirrored glass, especially inside the elevators, so Jackie had plenty of time to admire the handiwork of her now fellow baddie - and it was quite a transformation. Lucille had applied a smokey eye, eyeliner, wet-looking gloss… the whole catalogue. No fake eyelashes were needed; those had spontaneously grown to prostitute length while Jackie slept. All in all, she now looked totally down to fuck and more than a little trashy.
When she arrived, the lounge was empty. Jackie slumped down into a chair. Her ass was so phat, it felt like nestling down on two cushions. Her back was already hurting from the weight of her enormous, dress-stretching tits, which were giving the thin straps of her cocktail number a serious workout. The high heels were murder as well. How do women put up with this , she wondered.
She was about to put up with a lot more.
Less than a minute later, the door to the waiting area opened. Jackie expected to see Lucille, but instead, she saw a very familiar face. It was Chip Scotelli, looking hungover, sleazy, and stinking like sex and Axe body spray. He shut and locked the door behind him and walked to the bar. He was wearing a Metallica tee-shirt beneath a faux snake-skin jacket, and sunglasses indoors. He looked like the world's biggest douche.
Even so, Jackie was glad to see him. Chip had always been an ally. And she made a spur of the moment decision. "Chip!" she cried out. "Chip, thank god. It's fucking crazy. They screwed me over, they're going to ruin my life, and sink the company-"
Chip looked at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, shit… are you one of Jackson's bitches?" he asked, and oozed his way over to the chair where she was sitting. Jackie shook her head fiercely. "That fucker emailed me and said he had some new meat."
"No, shithead! I'm Jackson! I got… exposed to something in the lab, or something! Some… chromosomal shit! And now I'm a… a fucking…"
Chip was already walking in her direction, and silenced the tirade by putting a finger to Jackie's lips. It smelled like cheap vape juice. "Shh… how did a hot bitch like you learn to use all those big science words? It's a turn off, baby. I've got a much better use for that mouth of yours!" He licked his lips, and Jackie realized what was going on.
Oh no, she thought. No way! Chip wants to bang me!
It was somehow perfectly poetic that, in such a vulnerable state, Jackie found herself exposed to the only member of the company more rapey than she herself had been. Chip's hand went to the front of his trousers deftly, and seconds later, Jackie had her first official down-the-barrel view of a big, well-groomed, tanning-bed toasted penis . A waft of cologne and sweat slid insidiously up her dainty nostrils.
This is what it's like , she realized. This is what it's been like for all those women I stood over, implying they had no choice but to do what I wanted. Implying it would help their careers, or fooling them into thinking I actually cared, or after getting them so hammered they barely knew what was what! Christ, is this really how it feels from the other end? Just Chip, shoving his cock in your face?
"Let me put something down your throat so you don't have to talk so much," Chip said, and his hand firmly closed around Jackie's hair. Her eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to object… and instantly realized that was a mistake. A big mistake. She gurgled pathetically as Chip's big, fat penis burrowed all the way to the back of her throat.
"Damn, you know how to suck a dick!" Chip brayed, sounding like a total ass as usual. "No wonder Jackson keeps you around!" He took a more firm grip on Jackie's head and braced one alligator shoe on the sofa cushions, giving him a proper throat-fucking angle for his girthy, eight-inch meat… and started to thrust it in.
"Glrrrrrrk!" Jackie moaned, as he angled his sweaty penis to slide into her esophagus. "Gluruaaaarrrrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk!" He had started to pummel her windpipe with short strokes that made spittle start to run down her chin and into the enormous cleavage presented by her too-small dress.
"Ahhh… fuck yes. This is just what I needed before the meeting," Chip sighed, flexing his ass and now pounding Jackie's mouth with his pants around his hips. "And you're great at this! You know, if Jackson ever kicks you off the payroll, you should send me a text… I'll take care of you!" And of course, Jackie knew this was bullshit - what Chip would really do is promise any given women financial security, fuck her, and ghost her. She'd seen him do it - and done it herself, in her previous life - many times.
She could barely think, with Chip ramming his cock so deep in her throat if felt like her tonsils would break off. Occasionally he would take a big handful of her tits, talking lewdly about how huge they were and giving them slaps that increased in intensity as his orgasm approached. He even slapped her on the cheek multiple times. Occasionally, he would pull his cock from Jackie's mouth and let her take several gazed, gasping breaths before shoving it back in.
"Come on, baby - let's see some enthusiasm!" Chip scolded, and removed his hands from her head. "We gotta squeeze this in before lunch!"
There was no escape. Feeling a strange and unwilling tingling in her new body, she squinted her eyes shut cutely and started to bob her head up and down on Chip's cock. Shameful as it was, she mostly knew how to give good blowjobs from, in the past, receiving so many, and watching so much objectifying, lewd porn. Even more embarrassing, her new hyper-female body seemed tailor made to choke on dick! She expected to gag and choke, but was able to swallow the entire thing to the base, her graceful nose buried in Chip's pubes.
Again there was a heat between her legs that was simultaneously enjoyable and unwelcome. And then, a rap of knuckles on the top of her head, drawing a moan. "That's what we call a good ol' donkey punch, you fucking slut," Chip laughed. "You didn't need those brain cells anyway. After this, you can head down to the cafeteria and get me a sandwich. Hahaha- ah!"
His voice cracked because the blowjob had become so enjoyable. With her eyes half-lidded and dazed, Jackie was instinctively slurping and sucking Chip's cock as if she'd been blowing dudes her entire life - an aptitude that came as just as much a surprise to her as it did to Chip. The former Jackson Calvard had always been turned on by women-as-property. Women as sex objects, women as blowjob machines, women as outputs for male aggression. He'd considered them to fill the role of providing comfort to the ones who made the real decisions - the men. And now… well.
Those chickens were coming home to roost.
Jackie was many things. Had been many things. Including a card-carrying member of the opposite sex. But she wasn't stupid. All of the disregard for women that had filled her prior life… the seeing them as sex toys and dick sleeves and fuck-toilets… was now being turned inward. Now, she was a woman… but the same tropes of male dominance and sexual servitude were still inside her, and stronger than ever!
W-wait… am I actually enjoying… sucking on Chip's fat cock!?
The answer was yes. Not only that, but she'd liked it when he slapped her tits, verbally degraded her, and bonked her on the top of the head with his knuckles. Chip had a cock, after all - and his entire prior philosophy dictated that he was entitled to treat whores like her… like shit!
This realization sank in at about the same time she wrapped her hands around Chip's waist and let him core her throat to the balls, drooling all over his nuts. "Ah! That's it, you fuckin' toilet!" Chip grunted, and took hold of her hair, thrusting as deep as he could. Jackie could feel the man's balls twitch against his lips - a huge pair of inflated dicksuckers, of course, whatever had changed her had spared no area of her physique - and then had the sense of that big, girthy prick throbbing in her windpipe as shot after shot of Chip's thick, stinky, degrading cum was blasted down her throat.
He was gentlemanly enough to pull out and jerk a few ropes onto her face and tits for good measure, and Jackie was powerless to resist, finding herself a prisoner of her own internalized whorishness… and a hyper-female body that seemed pumped full of lust. Her pussy - a pretty amazing novelty for the first while, believe me - was soaking wet in spite of her rough treatment. And how many times had she, as Jackson, used that line?
You're soaking wet! You know you want it!
Too many. She considered this as Chip let her slump back into her seat and, buckling his belt, exited the room, listing like a sailor from the prior night's excess. On the way out, he bumped shoulders with a new arrival, a tall and long-haired man wearing a lab coat.
"Oh, shit," Chip said. "You're the new R & D dude, huh? They texted me and told me to come in for some meeting."
The new arrival looked at Chip as if the much younger techbro was some sort of insect. "That's right," he said. His voice was very deep even though his body was lanky and graceful. He had spectacles and long orange hair pulled back in a ponytail. "You won't want to miss it. We've got big plans for you."
He extended his hand and Chip shook it, then shot him the finger guns. Seconds later, he sauntered out, leaving Jackie alone in the room with the new arrival. Soon, the tall, pale-skinned man was walking to stand over her.
Jackie was, of course, a mess - the mascara, along with several of Chip's thick, virile nut ropes, were smeared all over her face. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot from rough oral sex. Her dress was askew, revealing her thick, large nipples. But the orange-haired man didn't seem to care.
"Hello," he said, and Jackie thought his comically deep voice was something you might hear from a very romantic vampire in an anime movie about dating Dracula. She looked up wearily. The man's face was supernaturally handsome, with a dusting of freckles across his nose, sharp cheekbones, and a sharp jaw. He was very slender; perhaps even slightly feminine. It was a very pretty-boy sort of handsomeness. "How do you like your new body?"
Jackie blinked. "W-wait-" she said, her voice rough from Chip's throat-fucking. "Who are you? What do you know about my body?"
"Oh, I know a lot of things!" The man started to laugh. It was deep and masculine and jolly… but then it ended in a nerdy snort.
Jackie knew that snort. She peered upward, and suddenly, it all came together. The lab coat. The orange hair. The glasses. The freckles. She was looking at… at…
"Shannon Riordan," the man said, in his overly theatrical way, even throwing in a short bow. "You remember me, don't you, Mister Calvard? I decided to change things up, using the new formula I discovered. So I guess that makes us two peas in a pod. And don't worry - I've got the recipe that'll turn us back, right here!" She reached into a pocket of her lab coat, and pulled out a thumb drive.
"You!" Jackie accused, her cute voice sounding far from authoritative. "Take me to the lab right now, and reverse this! And maybe I won't press charges that send you to jail for the rest of your life! What you did to me is… assault! Or… poisoning!"
Shannon crossed his arms and snorted out more laughter. "You'd know all about assault, wouldn't you, boss? But let me tell you… this stuff really works. With this body I've got all sorts of confidence I never had before. I always liked watching this sort of long-haired, handsome guy in my favorite anime. So now, I'm an official bishie ! It's gonna make a trillion dollars!"
"What the fuck is a bishie?" Jackie complained, growing impatient, having no idea that it described the hunky and somewhat effeminate male love interests that often show up in Shannon's favorite anime.
"Plus," Shannon went on, picking up speed and missing social cues as usual, "I wanted to try this out." His hands went down to his extremely tight slacks, unbuttoning the crotch. Jackie's eyes widened as she saw what was being revealed. The lab coat had been covering it before, but nothing could hide the sixteen inches of arm-thick, pale cock that flopped out of Shannon's zipper and nearly hit Jackie in the face on the way down. Her eyes, wide as saucers, followed the movement of that meat; it almost seemed to be moving in slow motion.
Jackie didn't realize it… but she was biting her gloss-painted lower lip, and her eyes were completely transfixed. Shannon's huge cock was the sort of fantasy a male would pay millions for, they hadn't been wrong about that. It was a good seven inches longer than Chip's, and five inches longer than Bill's, which had already been enormous.
W-what a monster horse cock, Jackie thought. If he put it in my mouth… it would probably reach all the way to my stomach! The idea excited her in spite of her desperate situation, and every time she tied to tell herself to stop being such a cocksucking whore, or such a bitch, or such a fucking slut… the internal request was drowned out by her desire. Her desire to-
She reached out a trembling arm and took hold of Shannon's penis, feeling it immediately start to come to life as her fingers wrapped around the girth. It's… so disgustingly big , she thought. Only a total cock slut would want to fuck something like this! It would permanently mess up my insides!
"Jeez!" Shannon exclaimed. "You seem more interested in my penis than you are in getting your old body back!" She waggled the thumb drive in front of Jackie's face. "I guess we don't need the reversal formula, then." She took the thumb drive and tossed it toward the wastebasket that was by the bar; it ricocheted once and then fell in with a light thump.
"No!" Jackie cried out. Desperately, she slid off of the couch and started to move toward the basket, stumbling, falling to all fours before scrambling to overturn the basket and retrieve the drive. Shortly, she heard more of Shannon's laughter, that strange mix of confident maleness and her former nerdiness.
"Wow… I guess this is kinda what I looked like, huh? Crawling around, when I was all desperate to please you because you really cared about me." He walked over to stand over Jackie. "That's what I looked like, right Mr. Calvard?"
Jackie gulped. "N-no… I mean… that was just… just a joke-"
"Put your head in the basket," Shannon ordered. Now that deep bishonen voice was coming into place. "See what it's like. After all… we guys are just kinky like that. That's what you said, isn't it?" Shannon had never been a vindictive person, but in this new form, they couldn't help but feel some satisfaction in seeing the tables turned on their revenge-porning, lying, manipulating tormentor. "Even if you have the formula, you still need me to synthesize it."
Jackie whimpered and slid her head into the overturned waste bucket. It was wide enough to barely fit her shoulders, and half filled with fruit peelings and trash from people making cocktails. It stank. She moaned again as she felt her dress get thrown up over her heart-shaped hips, revealing her big, pale bubble butt.
"Now, say what you said to me," Shannon prompted.
Jackie whimpered and shook her head inside the basket. "I… I don't know what I said!"
"You mean you don't remember? Damn… I haven't been able to forget. Because it seemed so mean, but I thought it was something guys would like, so I did it, because you tricked me. So I think it's only fair if you say it too."
"I swear, I don't remember!" Jackie's excuses felt pathetic even to her own ears, and that wasn't the only thing making her tremble. The knowledge that she was on all fours, and that huge, hanging, sixteen inch cock was hanging over her bare bottom… it was filling her with an unwelcome sort of excitement. No matter how much she told herself to stop wanting dick , to stop obeying men just because they were hot and had big cocks , and to stop being such a fucking big-titted, fat-assed slut … Jackie Calvard couldn't help it! As Jackson, she had internalized for years that this was how women should act, and all women were good for!
Shannon laughed. "Okay. I thought you might not remember. So… I have a little something here to help." There was a pause, and Jackie heard audio start to play from a tinny phone speaker. It occurred to her quickly that Shannon had obtained her phone. Lucille must have provided it. And that meant access to the video of their entire encounter.
Jackie heard her former male voice speak. 'Beg me to fuck your pussy,' he ordered. 'You act all smart but you're really just a whore who likes big cocks, aren't you? So say it. Say… 'fuck my stupid whore pussy with your fat cock!''
Shannon stopped the lewd video and waited. Jackie felt her head swimming. She was now in the position of following a degrading order from her former self . And the most humiliating part was… she wanted to follow it! All the things she'd said about women being disposable dick sleeves and cock-addicted whores… it was true… of her!
"F-fuck my stupid whore pussy with your fat cock!" she whimpered, wiggling her bottom pathetically and making her cheeks clap. "I'm j-just a whore who likes big cocks!"
WHOP! Shannon's big, long meat slapped down on one of her round, bulbous ass-globes. "Not bad! Keep going!" The smooth anime villain voice would have been comical in any other situation.
"I'm a big-titted, fat-assed bitch! You can fuck me any time you want!" Jackie's voice was slightly muffled by the wastebasket, and this was also true of the groaning, shuddering moan that slipped out of her lips when she felt an enormous, round knob side against her pussy and anus, teasing those tender holes and leaving wet pre-cum behind. The part prodding her felt large as a billiard ball and almost as hard. "F-fuuuuck," she groaned. "You'll… totally destroy my ass and pussy!"
"That's right! Then, you'll become my woman!" Shannon exclaimed, then snorted laughter. "I've always wanted to say that." Jackie couldn't see it, but the lab coat, shirt, and pants had been fully doffed, revealing a pale, lanky otter's body where every lean muscle stood out. The ideal of a handsome and confident male - or, at least, Shannon's anime-watching ideal of one. Ever the researcher, they were eager to try out the new, enormous penis that sprouted turgid and curved from below their ripped abdominals.
The sound the huge cock made sliding into Jackie craving, buttery cunt had no equal in nature… a degrading, lubricated goooossshhhhh that displaced a splattery lance of squirt as it went on. Jackie's eyes rolled back and her mind went black. The thumb-drive, which she had retrieved with her teeth, fell from her drooling mouth. For all the power and unassailability she'd tried to project in her former shape, her new body was performing as the ultimate cock-taking machine, swallowing more than a foot of arm-thick meat at the first stroke, mopping the veinous length with her fat, glistening fat labia as more and more cock disappeared into the brilliant pink of her crescent.
"Wow, look how much went in! You took way more than I did!" Shannon marveled, sounding studious. "I could get used to having a penis!" The insertion turned into regular strokes a few moments later. And though Jackie wanted to cry out that this wasn't fair, that she wasn't really a brunette bitch who loved getting her cunt blown out by massive horse cocks, she wasn't able to say even a single word. Instead, she moaned . She moaned and gasped and reached back to pull her own fat, degrading ass-cheeks apart, hoping to get more hot, handsome, cunt-destroying male dick blasted into her baby sack.
Because she - Jackie Calvard - fucking loved cock .
It had been building in her with Bill, Lucille's fiancee, and continued building with Chip, her own former compadre. She had suppressed it as best she could. But the entire while, the urgency of returning to male form had been fading, and the image of fat penises, big, ejaculating, impregnating, heavy-sacked, veiny, jizz-pump fuckmeat… had been coming to the forefront.
She wanted that sixteen inch bitch-breaker in all of her holes!
"Fnnnnnnghghghgh!" Jackie mewled, drooling pathetically in the garbage as Shannon's cock sliced into her cunt with deep strokes, sending a pair of heavy balls banging off Jackie's clit. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" The noises coming from her mouth were far from the confident CEO proclamations of yesterday. She was grunting like a stuck pig, and matched only in her obscenity by the wet schlooorp sound of her pussy, sucking on Shannon's big dick!
She came. How could she not? There was no resisting it. A starburst of pleasure went off that made the orgasms of her prior life seem muted by comparison. Places and anatomy she'd never imagined all thrummed and churned inside her like a tuning fork as what felt like her entire midsection radiated with pleasure. Her eyes crossed and drool ran from her mouth as her tongue lolled. The day of the confident CEO was over… replaced by fucksow in a garbage can making brain damaged, cock-hungry animal bleatings!
"Fnnghhhhhhnnnglll…" she blubbered, feeling like her newly-minted ovaries were going to explode out of her smooth and supple body. There could be no doubt that the huge penis pummeling her insides had sent her into a breeding frenzy, beyond which nothing seemed important - not money, not status, not the retaking of her prior position or shape. She wanted cock! Schlong, dick, meat! She was nothing but a whore trying to get the pipe, loving the feeling of her hips being grabbed and a pair of fat balls banging off her cunt!
Shannon cried out too; shoving that sixteen-incher so far inside Jackie that it felt to the latter like her womb was being shoved up into her stomach. She didn't care - she loved it, and loved the pulsating feeling of her ginger partner's cock as a massive load of semen flooded her insides. She could actually sense the virile spurts as they painted her guts white!
Even Shannon seemed surprised by the amount of cum, stating "Ah! I might have gone… a bit overboard… with these balls!" in between the gasps of ejaculation. As it was, the oversized cock of the head of R & D continued to spurt for nearly a minute, filling Jackie's hot, needy cunt to the brim. Once it was withdrawn to jerk the last few thick spurts over her lewd ass-cheeks, Jackie could only groan and take it, even pulling apart her ass to make a better target. A sloppy mess of sperm slid out of her well-fucked cunt box and splattered to the ground.
I want more dick , she thought. I want more dick, I want more dick, I want more diiiiiiiiiick!
It was minutes before she came to her senses and remembered why she had stuck her head in a wastebasket in the first place. By the time she emerged and rolled groggily over, she found herself staring up at three people. The handsome Shannon, who was pushing glasses up their noses studiously, as well as the statuesque Lucille… and, of course, the old man. The silver-haired fox who was shaking his head with disapproval.
"Really, Jackson," he said, crossing his arms over his sleek vest and tie, then pausing to examine his pocket watch. "I think you would agree that in this state… it would be best for you to step down as CEO."
"Gramps… you…" Jackie raised an arm weakly. Clearly, the three of them had been in on it together.
"Yes," Jeroboam said. "Miss Lucille and Miss Shannon. Or… Mister Shannon, as the case temporarily may be, agreed to forego a costly sexual harassment lawsuit, provided they were able to achieve a measure of revenge. Quite a pragmatic and classic solution, and cleaner than taking it to court. Provided you're willing to place a billion dollars in escrow, to be used for settlements with your other victims, should any come forward."
"F-fine!" Jackie groaned. "W-what about my-"
"I believe if you do that… we'll see fit to reinstate you to your prior… position," the old man finished. "If you still wish for that. Of course, until that time… I have a more fitting task for you." He smiled and straightened his tie. "You always were a boor and a charlatan, boy. But you may find, in these new… 'circumstances'... that you have a new chance to shine."
Lucille stepped forward and leaned over Jackie, presenting her with an ID card, featuring her new female face. It read: "Jacqueline Calvard - Executive Secretary".
"Welcome to the team, Jackson," she said. "I think you'll fit in just fine."
Six months later, Jackie's ass-cheeks wobbled deliciously as she approached the desk of Jeroboam Calvard's classically decorated office, holding a sterling silver serving tray. She was wearing a french maid's outfit, as she did most days, and had a cheerful and coquettish expression plastered on her face as she approached.
"Your coffee is here, Mister Calvard!" she chirped, her voice a high-pitched pixie chirp that was by now well-practiced. "Would you like a blowjob this morning?"
Jeroboam looked over the rims of his glasses and pulled them off of his face, fetching a sigh. "Really, Jackson. I'm proud that you've taken to your new job… but I've never had a secretary who was so eager to take care of my male needs!" Set in his ways, he had not yet gotten out of the habit of referring to Jackie by her former name.
Jackie set the tray down, giggled, and twirled, showing off her huge tits and massive ass, flipping her skirt up over her hips briefly to show the way her lace thong disappeared. Then she giggled. "I can't help it, gramps! I'm such a stupid cocksucker! Thanks for giving me this job so I can suck on the cocks of powerful men all day instead of thinking!"
The old man shrugged and sighed, looked at the clock, and then back to Jackie. "Very well," he said. "But only to sharpen my mind before the merger talks." Jackie stepped around the desk and slid to her knees, her legs wrapped in thigh-high black socks. She licked her lips as she produced her grandfather's ten inch penis and started to obediently worship the fat, virile balls of his low hanging sack.
Seconds later, she was groaning with glee and as the old man took a two-handed grip on her head and started to brutally fuck her face. Her hand moved down to her pussy, not for the first time that month or the fiftieth, and started to rub her clit.
She had half a year left in her 'probationary period' before permission would be granted to return to her male self.
If she wanted to change back, that was.
Jackie Calvard, as it turned out, was very happy the way she was.