1 comments/ 85787 views/ 3 favorites Secretary Ch. 02 By: Goldeniangel Vivian slammed down the phone angrily after having gotten into a furious debate with her colleague that turned into an out and out verbal brawl. Shaking a little, she sat down at the desk, wondering what on earth was wrong with her. This wasn't the first time in the past couple weeks that she'd lost her temper like this, but she just didn't know why. It was such an odd feeling, as though she was completely on edge, taking some of the smallest things far too personally; and the anger gave her such a rush of adrenaline that she couldn't keep quiet. Being aggressive wasn't a problem in the courtroom of course - she'd just finished a case brilliantly the day before - but she did need to be able to keep a hold on her temper! Sighing, she decided that she just needed more sleep. She'd been feeling rather off lately, as though there was something off balance in her body, it had made sleeping very difficult. Pushing the intercom button on her phone she asked, "Brenda, could you please bring me a cup of coffee?" The usual chipper voice of her secretary answered, "Of course Ms. Schaffer, right away!" ******************************************** Brenda walked in with her usual smile and the cup of coffee, which had its usual addition of the little white pill. Things were not going as quickly as she'd hoped, part of it was that the first couple of weeks Ms. Schaffer hadn't been drinking much coffee... although of late she'd been drinking more. As she walked into the room she could feel her boss's eyes on her shapely legs, which were well displayed by the shortness of the skirt and the high heels she was wearing. Bending low over the desk to set down the coffee she imagined that she could feel her Vivian's eyes peeking into her shirt to roam over the firm curves of her cleavage. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Schaffer?" she asked, practically purring. Vivian cleared her throat, "No thank you Brenda, that will be all." ********************************************* As her secretary sashayed out the door, Vivian realized that her eyes were riveted on the compelling sight of Brenda's ass as it swayed back and forth. It was only when the door shut that she was able to look away. Slumped in her desk she wondered just what on earth was wrong with her... it wasn't like her to be attracted to another woman. Granted, she'd had her college crazies along with everyone else, but she'd always preferred men to women. And she hadn't been attracted to Brenda when the young woman was first moved up to her office... in fact that was how she came to work for her, so that the men downstairs wouldn't be sued for harassing the young secretary. More and more, Vivian was starting to sympathize with them. Brenda's skirts seemed to be getting shorter and her heels higher, although she always looked professional. And had she always kept her top three-buttons unbuttoned? Maybe she just hadn't noticed before. Wiping a hand along her slightly sweaty forehead, the lawyer forced herself to get back to work. ******************************************** Brenda had been getting rather frustrated until she called her friend John, the same friend who had given her the pills. She hadn't seen any difference in her boss at first and had thought that maybe he'd given her a bad batch of pills. Over the phone he detailed the changes for her; first the changes were hormonal. Vivian would start to become more sexual, her emotional state would become less stable, she'd be more prone to primal emotions such as anger and lust. Her body's changes would mostly be internal for awhile as they changed from female to male organs; eventually she would start to become more muscular (if she worked out - which she did and Brenda almost salivated at the thought of the possible manly physique), her breasts would shrink, and finally she would grow a penis and balls. Giggling a little, Brenda sat at her desk as she realized that this scientific phenomenon gave a whole new meaning to the expression, "Grow a set." Now that she knew the progression of changes she wasn't so worried... she was sure now that Vivian was watching her every time she came into the office. And she was making sure of it by wearing her most revealing business clothes; all the classy but sexy suits that she'd had to put away when the men downstairs had been all over her. She certainly wouldn't mind if Vivian started doing that, so why worry? The other thing she had noticed was her boss's temper, the way that it was getting less controlled... 'Just like a man', she thought. And smiled at the thought. ******************************************** A week and a half later Vivian was extremely sexually frustrated. Although she was masturbating almost every day she didn't seem to be getting the fulfillment that she needed. It seemed as though thoughts of sex had practically taken over her body - and disturbingly most of her fantasies seemed to involve her secretary. Every so often she wondered if her clit was bigger than it had been before, sometimes it seemed to peek out and brush along the inside of her panties when she got aroused. Which was often now, especially with Brenda dressed the way she was. And was she imagining it or was her secretary throwing her side-long glances and subtly flirting with her? Every day she felt more and more confused about the thoughts and urges running through her head and body. It seemed as though she was working out twice as hard as usual, trying to use up all this extra energy that she had. The extra workouts were certainly showing though, her arms and legs seemed more powerful than they ever had been before. Quickly she began to get dressed for the workday... and frowned as her bra sagged around her breasts. She was only a 34B, she didn't have that much boob to lose... and yet there was all that space where there hadn't been any before. Come to think of it, her bras had seemed looser recently. It was probably just due to the heavy workouts she was putting in. Maybe she was losing weight. That thought sustained her until she got to the kitchen to make breakfast and stepped on the scale. She'd gained 10 lbs. Gaping at the weight reading she was stunned. Getting off the scale she decided to try again, maybe it had been a mistake... but no, the scale came up with the same weight. Well... muscle weighed more than fat... so if she was losing fat and gaining muscle that wasn't anything to complain about right? But it was a very uneasy way to start the day. At the office, Brenda was more flirtatious than ever. That afternoon Vivian masturbated in the bathroom... was it her imagination or was her clit really getting bigger?? Secretary Ch. 03 Vivian was getting more agitated than ever now. She was quite sure that her breasts were shrinking and that her clit was bigger... what was more than that was that her secretary was literally driving her up the wall. But at the same time... how could this be happening? Part of her wanted to go to a doctor and find out if something was wrong... but what if nothing was wrong? What if she was imagining all of this? And really, was there anything that harmful about what was happening to her? Unless clitoris' got tumors then she was probably ok. Or maybe, and this was the most logical explanation she could think of, the excessive workouts were making her lose so much of her body fat that her clit just SEEMED bigger. And of course her breasts were getting smaller because of the loss of that body fat. However, she wasn't exactly pleased with the way she was looking lately, she'd cut all of the shoulder pads out of her suit jackets and she definitely seemed to have a more masculine build. In fact, she'd started stuffing her bra and wearing make-up to compensate for the lack of femininity that she felt about herself. Feeling slightly sick and anxious she headed off to work, most of her thoughts veering towards her sexy secretary rather than the day's workload. ***************************************** Brenda smiled cheerfully as her boss walked through the door, "Good morning Ms. Schaffer." Her eyes raked over the older woman's body, taking in everything. "Good morning, Brenda," Vivian smiled quickly and nervously, her steps rapid as she practically sped to her office. Leaning back in her chair Brenda pondered the past few weeks. The signs of a change were definitely there, she had noticed that her boss's breasts had been shrinking, and their sudden fullness hinted to stuffing. Perhaps the make-up was to hide other changes? Or just to exude more feminine appeal... but even with the make-up Ms. Schaffer was looking more and more like a young man rather than a woman. And this new, more masculine, woman seemed to be more and more attracted to Brenda. Smiling happily, the young secretary got to work. ******************************************** Passing through the office for lunch, Vivian didn't see Brenda sitting at her desk. Looking around she spotted the brunette in the other room, leaning over the copy machine. She was resting her head on her elbows, with her ass sticking out seductively and seemed dreamily preoccupied as she waited for the copies to print out. For a moment, Vivian was overcome with a flood of desire, making her weak-kneed; trying to shake herself out of it she realized that she'd actually taken a couple steps towards the room. Her head had been filled with the image of pressing her secretary down over the machine and... fucking the young brunette with her dick??? Vivian fled the office, feeling the urgent need to get out and get lunch if only to distract herself. ******************************************* Brenda smiled. She'd seen her boss standing there, watching her, seen the desire in her eyes. Although she hadn't set herself up like this on purpose, she was glad that she'd gotten into the habit of posing herself seductively around the office... obviously it had just paid off. Gathering up the papers she whistled happily as she put them on her desk and left for lunch. It couldn't be too much longer now. ******************************************* Vivian was tormented with dreams of fucking her secretary, ramming her hard with a swollen and aching dick... she woke up every night entangled in her sheets and covered in sweat.... and every time she woke up her clit was swollen and poking out from between the folds of her pussy, which seemed to be rapidly shrinking. Everything was seriously disturbing, just that morning she'd found chest hairs on her shrunken breasts, and more below her belly button in a kind of happy trail. Immediately she'd shaved them, but already she could tell that they were growing back, and worse that more were growing back with them. She felt like she was in the middle of a science fiction horror movie, her body changing around her as she warped into a completely different person. Well, perhaps not completely different, she still retained her personality, her interests, her habits... but her body! God, her body was becoming so different. Now, when she looked in a mirror, all she could see was a masculine looking woman. If she saw herself on the street she would suspect that this body belonged to a cross-dresser, that under the make up and the clothes she was actually a man. Burying her head into the pillow she started sobbing, frightened and unsure of what was happening to her. And how could she take this to a doctor? What could she say? 'I'm afraid I'm turning into a man'??? If that wasn't a recipe for locking her up in a psych ward she didn't know what was. And she'd be completely ruined for law, no way her firm would be ok with someone who had to go to a loony-bin because she was afraid she was changing genders. Turning onto her bad she looked down at her body... stubbly hair growing on her chest, her breasts looked more like muscles than boobs, even her nipples seemed to be getting smaller. The hair above her mound was also stubbly, growing back, and she could still see her aroused clit, jutting outwards and upwards. It made her sick to think of it... but she was still aroused from the dream of holding her secretary down and fucking her over that damned copy machine. Groaning she reached down and began rubbing her pussy, feeling faint moisture, but mostly feeling her clit swell even more. Closing her eyes she strove to fit a finger into her pussy hole and found it hard going... she was ridiculously tight, so tight that it was almost painful to fit one finger into the hole. Most of her efforts at pleasure were going towards her clit anyway, rubbing the lengthening nub between her fingers... almost as if she was jacking off a tiny dick. When she finally came, moaning and gasping with the image of Brenda's orgasming face in her mind, she realized that her clit was coated with milky fluid but that there was none on her pussy. More disturbing than that, just underneath her clit were two bulges. As her clit shrank - although still not to its original proportions - she began crying again. Secretary Ch. 04 Vivian gritted her teeth as she walked through the office door, once again having to face her ever sexier secretary. Now, whenever she walked in she found herself the recipient of a sultry gaze from the brunette, a glimpse of thigh, the seductive poses... or maybe she was just imagining all of it but that was how she felt. Her crotch felt ridiculously tight... not only was her clit definitely growing, but the two bulges beneath it were too. She'd almost given up on shaving her chest and belly, but stubbornly continued with it anyway. Her nipples had totally shrunk, they looked exactly as though a man's might... the hair that was growing around those sensitive buds had to be plucked. Getting a razor too near them was dangerous... and she'd rather put up with the pain of tweezers. There was no longer any way to fit anything into her pussy hole, it was too painful to try. She had cried again, the first time that urine had leaked out of the widening hole at the tip of her clit, but now she was getting used to it. At least her voice was something she could hide. She hadn't known that was changing too at first, until one of her co-workers asked if she had a cold. Once she'd been made aware she claimed that yes she had a sore throat, and then made sure to talk in a higher register. Possibly the worst part of it all was the morning she woke up and realized she needed to shave her facial hair. Every day she woke up, expecting to find that this was all a dream, that she had dreamed every moment of her change... and every day she found that she'd changed a little more. It seemed to be getting more and more rapid now, sometimes she wondered if she could actually see her genitalia growing. She'd managed to pretty much keep everything a secret, but she'd still heard whispers around the office about her new butch 'look'. Smiling, she just gritted her teeth and ignored it. No way to tell them the truth. That she was practically a man. The day was torture as usual. Brenda kept popping into her office, to ask questions or hand something to her, and it was all she could do to not grab the little slut and bend her over the desk... not that she had a dick. Not yet anyway... her mind grappled with the strangeness of the body that she was now inhabiting. Maybe she was getting used to the idea? Or maybe she really did need to be locked up in a psych ward. ******************************** A week later Vivian had her first wet dream. Her clit turned penis was now a whopping 8" long - she'd measured it - and a thick 2" around. Again, she cried. She was a man. ******************************** Brenda smiled as she dissolved the last pill into her boss's coffee. She was quite sure that Vivian was almost completely changed anyway - she'd spotted the bulge in Vivian's pants when she'd leaned over to give the boss a look down her shirt - but better safe than sorry. It was the last one anyway... and once she could be completely sure that the change was complete, she could start her seduction. That didn't seem that hard though, considering how often Vivian seemed sexually aroused around her. She was always catching the other woman - man - watching her as she bent over the copy machine or sashayed around the office. "Here you go Ms. Schaffer," Brenda cooed as she bent over the desk and her shirt drooped to allow Vivian a look down it. The man's eyes almost popped, Brenda had forgone a bra that day. ******************************** As soon as Brenda left the office Vivian gulped the coffee, using it as a substitute for fucking her secretary... and she wondered at her secretary's behavior. The young woman didn't seem to find it strange at all that Vivian had become more and more masculine... was she doing a good job of hiding it? Or was Brenda just reacting to her masculinity as any woman would? Vivian didn't know. She started to wonder if she should continue to think of herself as Vivian when she wasn't really a woman anymore... and then she wondered if she was going crazy again. "Vincent... Victor... Vernon..." she muttered under her breath as she bent her mind back to work once again. ********************************* That night Victor, as she - he - had started think of himself, explored his new body, touching everything. The hair was starting to grow back on his chest and around his nipples, a thick happy trail was springing up on his belly. With one hand he caressed the bulging sack beneath his penis, cupping the balls and squeezing lightly. They ached with pent up sexuality. His other hand moved up and down on the swollen shaft that jutted up towards his body, rubbing the head of it with his thumb. Victor's head dropped back... this was the first time he'd been able to play with himself since his penis had really become a penis... it felt fantastic. As good as it had when he'd been a women... faster and faster his hand moved, the friction feeling electric along his body. In his mind he pictured Brenda, naked and bent over the copy machine, her hands trying to push herself back up as her breasts pressed against the cool glass of the copier. Picture after picture of her squashed boobs emerged from the printer as he fucked her hard, making her moan with pleasure. For the first time he approached orgasm while fully awake and aware, he could feel his balls tightening, an unendurable pressure which threatened to explode inside of him. With a loud yell his hips thrust upwards and the pressure shot forwards, traveling along his dick in a rush of pleasure that made him light-headed as spurt after spurt of creamy semen sprayed his stomach. Gasping, Victor took his hand away from the sensitive organ, shocked at himself... herself... himself... Numbly he went to the shower, still unsure about these turn of events. Secretary Ch. 05 Victor/Vivian... dammit she had to get it straight in her mind. Fuck what her body looked like, she still couldn't help thinking of herself as a woman. The only time she really thought of herself as a man was when she fantasized about fucking Brenda, bending the trampy slut over the copier machine and raping her. Not that it would be rape... out of everyone in the office Brenda was the only one in a position to notice the changes that Vivian had gone through on her way to becoming "Victor" (would she ever get used to that?) And yet she didn't seem bothered or surprised. It couldn't be that she didn't notice. In the bathroom Vivian overheard the other office ladies talking about her, saying how masculine looking she'd become and yet how quiet and reticent. Someone had even suggested that perhaps Vivian had gotten a sex change and was ashamed of it. Well, yes and yes... but it wasn't exactly voluntary. Maybe things would be easier if she just came out and said, "Yes, I'm a man." and went on with her life? It didn't seem to bother anyone, they all said hi to her on her way into the office, although she sped past them with her head down - afraid to meet anyone's eyes. Maybe. Maybe that's what she would do eventually, but right now... right now she still had to figure out what was going on. Obviously this wasn't a dream, this was real, she was now a woman trapped in a man's body. And apparently that was affecting her in someway... she found herself checking out other women on the street, and she couldn't help the fantasies that sprung up in her head about Brenda. Everything about her was more aggressive, she'd probably be stellar in court right now... not that she wanted to go out in public. Fortunately her next court date was still a few weeks away, an easy settlement she didn't even have to see the client, just fill out all the paper work. The first place to start was with Brenda. Brenda who flirted and didn't wear a bra under her shirt anymore. Or panties under her skirt for that matter. Brenda who didn't seem at all perturbed by the changes in her boss. Who in fact seemed rather pleased by them. Cute, sweet, sexy little Brenda with the long brown hair. ******************************************** The first thing that Vivian saw when she got into the office, much earlier than usual, was Brenda, in the second room, bending over the copy machine yet again. This time, the skanky little slut was not only without panties, but the skirt of her "business" suit was short enough that her entire pussy was on display. If she'd behaved like this downstairs than Vivian wouldn't blame the men down there for acting like such pigs towards the girl, the way she was such a cock tease. More than anything, this change in her secretary's clothing and behavior convinced Vivian that Brenda knew something about what had happened to her body. That delicious heart-shaped ass swayed back and forth, along with her hanging hair, as the girl bobbed to music that only she could hear in her head. Peeking out between the cheeks of that delectable ivory ass was the crinkled brown hole of her anus, set atop the long pink wetness of her pussy. And the girl was wet, her pussy juices were glistening on her folds. Vivian felt like her heart had stopped, more than ever she was starting to feel like a man... just like the other day when she had explored her body and had really started to think of herself as Victor. It was almost as though she had a split personality, and the sight of her slutty secretary was bringing the part of her that was Victor to the forefront. She could feel her dick hardening inside her pants, swelling with arousal at the sight of her secretary's feminine charms. To Victor's shock, he realized that Brenda's shirt was wide open, the girl wasn't swaying to music in her head, she was playing with her nipples, pinching them hard. Obviously, Brenda hadn't thought that her employer might arrive to the office early, and was taking the time to play with herself. Softly moaning, the girl rubbed her breasts through the unbuttoned shirt. Victor wished that he could see what they looked like, fully revealed rather than in the enclosed confines of her office wear. As he watched, Brenda slipped a hand down to her pussy and began playing with the folds, rubbing her entire pussy with her fingers before slowly sliding one finger into her hot, seeping hole. Then she began moaning. "Ohh.... oh yes...." a second finger joined the first, and then a third as she began rubbing her breasts against the cool glass of the copier, holding herself up with one hand, "Oh God.... yes.... OH YES.... YES MS. SCHAFFER FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!" Vivian froze as the girl called out her name... She's fantasizing about me???? "YES MS. SCHAFFER... FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK.... OH GOD FUCK ME HARD WITH IT MS. SCHAFFER...." She did know! She really did know something!!!! How else could the little tramp know that Vivian was Victor... that Vivian even HAD a dick! And here the little bitch was, masturbating over Vivian's predicament! Glorifying in it! Rage swelled up inside of him, rage combined with lust as Brenda writhed in orgasm against the machine, screaming out, "VIVIAN! OH GOD VIVIAN!! YOUR DICK FEELS SO GOOD!!!" I'll just bet it does, Victor thought grimly, wait till you get a taste of the real thing you little whore. With a steely expression and a raging hard on he stepped forward, all the frustration, anger and confusion of the past few weeks seeming to come together to make his dick swell its largest yet. Secretary Ch. 06 Brenda screamed as someone grabbed her suddenly from behind, pressing her down onto the copier, squashing her breasts flat against the smooth glass surface. Her fingers were still caught in her pussy and her pulse raced with fear as she realized that she'd been caught... and that she didn't know by who. A hand covered her mouth as she tried to scream her terror, and she writhed but was no match for the hard musculature of the body behind her, she could feel a hard fabric-covered dick pressing into her sopping pussy. Managing to pull her fingers out of her pussy she reached up to use both hands in an effort to get the hand off her mouth; the musky scent of her orgasm filled her nose as she struggled. "You little slut," the masculine voice of the former Vivian stopped her struggles cold, she froze, feeling her boss unzip behind her and line up a very thick and blunt object at the entrance of her sopping pussy, "You know something about THIS don't you." As Victor said "THIS" he shoved his dick straight up into the bitch's cunt... and gasped as he was surrounded by the warm soft walls of a woman for the first time. It was heavenly, wet and grasping, a genuinely gripping massage that shot bolts of electricity up his spine. One of his hands was suction cupped onto her soft, firm breast, squeezing it tightly as he shuddered with the pleasure of the warmth and wetness encasing his dick. Dear God... no wonder men wanted sex all of the time. When she'd been a woman it hadn't always felt good at first, things usually had to work up to that... if it always felt this good for a man... well then maybe becoming one wasn't as bad a trade off as she'd always though. Brenda was frozen, completely filled as the dick inside her pressed in to the hilt, she could feel the hairy groin pressing up against her shaved pussy, the dick of her boss finally inside her. It was better than any fantasy she'd ever had, better than any dick she'd ever had... because it was what she'd been craving for so long. Obviously her cover was blown, Vivian knew that something was up, that Brenda had something to do with this... but at the moment she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the thick dick in her recently orgasmic pussy. Immediately ceasing her struggles, she started pressing back against the man's groin behind her, rubbing her asscheeks against his body and using her pussy muscles to clench down on the dick inside of her. She was rewarded with a low groan, and then movement as Vivian's cock started to drag out of her and then forced itself back in. Moving slowly at first, Victor savored every exquisite sensation that traveled along his dick, the way Brenda's pussy clenched down and caressed the soft head of his shaft, the way her ass rubbed against his crotch as he pressed home. Taking his hand from her mouth, now that it was obvious that she wasn't going to fight back (More proof that she knew something about the gender change that Vivian had gone through... but time to worry about that later, right now was the time for new experiences!), he took hold of a breast in both hands, using them for leverage to press her harder and harder against the copy machine. Realizing that he could completely bring his fantasy to life, he took his hands from her breasts and pressed her down over the machine, causing her to wriggle and shriek as her breasts were once again squashed against the glass. Pressing a button, Victor held the squirming girl down as her breasts were xeroxed; fucking her in earnest so that each copy was slightly different as her body was pressed back and forth. He could understand how men could get caught up in the sensations of their own body, the pleasures of watching a female squirm beneath them... and to be honest he certainly wasn't too bothered about making sure that this little tramp got off. After all, why should he be?? She'd just gotten herself off with just a fantasy... and she was the one who'd done this to him in the first place. And although he was ok with it right now, the whole situation still wasn't something that he'd resigned himself to. Although fucking her was making him reconsider the benefits of this... to have this little tramp servicing him... It would be quite possible. After all, maybe he couldn't prove that she'd done this to him, but she could still ruin the girl's life. Fire her, blacklist her... she'd never get another job without a reference from the firm. Not a good one anyway. Or maybe she could stick around... make sure that Victor never regretted being a man. Just like he wasn't regretting it right now as he brutally ravaged her pussy, taking no consideration for the girl attached to it. Possibly the best revenge ever... the girl wanted Vivian to have a dick so badly, well now Vivian did. And Brenda could service it. Victor started to get even harder, picturing the day after day scenario in his head of having this little bitch at his beck and call. He had to admit, there had been times when he'd wondered what it was like to be on the man's side of things. What it felt like to get a blow-job, to fuck a girl. And to be able to have that - not like he and Brenda didn't have a lot of the same interests anyway - every day, whenever he wanted... and with the one person that he'd been fantasizing about the most lately... well that just seemed to good to be true. His balls were tightening beneath him, that every more familiar feeling of impending orgasm. More and more copies of Brenda's squashed breasts piled up, and he fucked her harder, showing no mercy to the little slut. She loved it, moaning and begging him for more... the feeling of power and control was intense. The fact that he was inside of her, inside her body, in the very core of her being... and that he was about leave something of himself there... Being a man was so much sexier than he'd ever thought. With a loud bellow he thrust hard, slamming her against the machine so that she shrieked, and his load of cum spilled into her pink pussy. His virgin jizz, unleashed inside of her. Brenda moaned, she had been so close and hadn't quite made it to her second orgasm. Her pussy was burning and aching with renewed need, but before her hand could slip down to the swollen, dripping folds of her pussy, Vivian pulled out of her and tossed her to the floor. Instead of finding sexual pleasure, Brenda found herself sitting on the floor, half dazed and mostly undressed, staring up into the very angry eyes of her now fully-male employer. Secretary Ch. 07 "Vi-... Vivian??" Stuttered Brenda, completely in shock and her pussy still aching with desire, unfulfilled by the brutal fucking that she'd just been given. Victor glared down at the little tramp, filled with rage. Not knowing how to answer he just reached down and grabbed Brenda by her hair, letting her shriek as he brought the slutty secretary to her knees. "How did you do this?" he hissed, "What did you do to me???" "Do???" asked Brenda, thinking frantically, trying to find some lie, some deception... knowing that it was already too late. Her answer enraged Victor even more, he held her hair tight while his other palm crashed against the side of her face. Brenda yelped at the harsh slap, her cheek burning. Not finished, Victor grabbed one pert nipple and squeezed it roughly, twisting it on her breast while the girl whimpered and struggled; but Victor's new masculine physique was more than enough to hold the little bitch in place. "What did you do to me?" he pinched viciously hard as he growled the question again. Tears were starting to slide down Brenda's pretty face as she started babbling, telling the entire story from the beginning; how she got the pills, what they had done to Vivian, and most importantly, WHY she'd done it. Throughout the story Victor's face was completely impassive, totally stoic. There was no emotional or physical response to give the pleading secretary any hint of what was going through the man's mind as he heard the details of his change. Brenda concluded with pleading, telling Victor just how much she was attracted to this new man, her desires for them to be a couple. Nothing showed on Victor's face, he was just totally impassive. Slowly, Brenda's pleas and babbling died off and she just knelt in front of him, still supported by the hand wound about her brown hair. Victor stared down at her tear-streaked face. "Suck it," he demanded. "Wha... what???" Brenda looked surprised, whatever she had expected him to say, that wasn't it. "You wanted me to be a man," he sneered at her, "Now I am. Show me how much you want me. Suck my dick you little tramp, clean your pussy off of this dick that you wanted me to have so badly." Tremulously, hesitantly, Brenda leaned forward, her pink tongue sliding between her lips to lick the stickiness from her boss' dick. Victor watched as the secretary stopped looking up into his eyes and really started to concentrate on the task, suckling and taking the whole limp dick into her soft mouth. OHHH.... Victor thought, No wonder guys liked to get head so much. It was soft and pleasant, he closed his eyes just to enjoy the sensation of his first blow job. He didn't quite like it as much as he had liked being eaten out when he was a woman... but it was nothing to sneeze at either. And... OH.... he shuddered as the girl's tongue found its way into his sensitive peehole, teasing the head of his dick. There were some very nice things about it. He could feel himself growing hard in the little bitch's mouth, his dick beginning to press against the back of her throat. Tugging more firmly on her hair, he thrust into her mouth, pressing further and further as she began to gag and try to fight against him. He ignored her weak struggles, enjoying the sensation of fully dominating her, fucking her face. There was definitely a part of him that enjoyed being a man during sex, in fact he was becoming quite content with the idea. While Brenda had been telling him how he had changed, he'd been considering taking the pills and returning to a woman... but maybe he'd been overly quick to decide. It couldn't hurt to stay a man for awhile. When Brenda really started choking, she involuntarily closed her teeth slightly on the thick meat that invaded her mouth. She hadn't meant to, she really hadn't, she was determined to show this male Vivian that she'd meant everything she'd said about wanting this... but she really hadn't been able to help it. Her breath had been cut off and she needed to breath, and she'd panicked a little. Immediately Victor pulled out, really understanding what the problem was with teeth and a blow job, glaring, "You little cunt, you couldn't even do that properly." Spinning the girl around as she sobbed and pleaded forgiveness, he pressed her down so that her ass was raised high in the air. Below the crinkled hole of her anus, her pussy glistened wetly; throughout everything she was still very turned on. Victor started spanking her, ignoring the screams and yelps as he reddened her ass, hitting harder and harder with every slap. It felt so good to get it out of his system, and his dick bobbed happily in front of him, abusing her was turning him on even more. Pleasures that he'd never even considered when he was a woman. When he stopped spanking her, Brenda collapsed onto her forearms, her ass still raised high in the air, pink and sore. Between her glowing cheeks, her hole opened slightly and close with each sob, a tempting and unexplored territory. Victor found himself entranced by the site... he'd never experienced anal as a woman, the one time he'd tried it had been extremely painful. With that thought in mind he glanced down at his dick, still slick with her saliva. Yeah, that'd be enough. Gripping the little whore's hips, he started pressing his dick into the tight back door of her body, holding her tightly as she began to struggle. Brenda screeched and tried to scrabble along the floor, panicked and in pain. An anal virgin, her ass cheeks were already burning, and as much as she'd wanted Vivian, this was not what she'd had in mind. "No... NO... please Vivian, No!!!! This is rape, I don't want it!" the pretty brunette pleaded and tried to get away. Unfortunately for her, her words only incited Victor even more. "You don't want it?" he asked, just the head of his dick in her ass, enjoying the pleasant sensation of her sphincter squeezing it tightly. "No, no please, I don't..." she confirmed, obvious relief in her voice, she was expecting him to pull out. No such luck. "Well, you didn't ask me if I wanted to be a man... but if you had I would have said no. I think I'll give you the same option that you gave me," He told her coldly. Before Brenda could figure out what he meant, Victor rammed his entire dick into her bunghole, demolishing her ass cherry with one brutal blow. Brenda couldn't even screech at the pain, although there was a voice in her mind that was screaming agony. It felt like her breath had been knocked out, her back arched as her body tried to adjust to the pain and her eyes bulged. Victor moaned his pleasure at the exquisite tightness of her ass, a completely different and yet just as enjoyable experience as the previous two holes. And so nice not to have to worry about her comfort at all. Brutally he began thrusting, ignoring her whimpers and moans, just luxuriating in the massaging ripples of her asshole. Brenda couldn't even find the energy to resist as he plumaged her ass, shooting pains went up her spine with every thrust and yet she couldn't even try to crawl away. Her plump breasts were spilling out of her shirt and rubbing against the carpet as he fucked her bottom, and her tears stained the carpet in front of her face. He was right. She deserved this. For the deception, for not asking, for not even caring how Vivian might have felt about all of this. And so this was to be her fate, her punishment for forcing an immense change on another person without their consent. For that, she could deal with having her ass ravished without her own consent, the sharp pains were her own just desserts. So the pretty brunette just sobbed into the carpet and endured; Victor slammed into her body over and over, until he bellowed his triumph over her and unloaded a torrent of cum into her darkest hole. As his dick began softening, he looked at the subjugated brunette in front of him, her shoulders heaving with sobs and her pink ass split by the thick meat of his dick. Yes, maybe being a man wasn't such a bad thing after all. ************************* Brenda continued to work for Victor, so to speak. She was forced to finish her work as quickly as possible in between periods of servicing his lust. Although she ached for fulfilment, he never brought her to orgasm and they never went out on a date. Instead she spent time under his desk sucking him off, playing with herself for his pleasure, and spreading her ass cheeks so that he could plunder that still tight back hole. Rarely did he fuck her pussy, and when he did it was usually just a prelude to fucking her ass. Every night she went home and masturbated, wishing to God that she hadn't made such a colossal mistake.