Standing up in the modest heels Gabby had chosen to wear that day, the Entity looked down at his new body and smirked, dusting off his knee-length skirt and admiring himself. He gave his tits a squeeze, all the while Gabby was aware of everything. She tried screaming inside her own head, to no avail. The Entiry was in control now, not just of her body, but of the manipulation of all flesh in her work place and beyond. He was perhaps the most mischievous/wicked of the Trait Thieves.
Eyeing two more of Gabby's co-workers, the Entity strolled over to them, identifying them (thanks to Gabby's memories and such) as Trent Lockheed, the company founder's sexist son, and physicist Emily Thompson. Trent, being his usual self was trying to force himself onto Emmy. Frankly, the Entity couldn't care less about the employees' feelings towards one another, but this scene was too delicious. He stood his new body close enough to hear the discussion the two were having.
"Come on, just one drink after work Emily. You won't regret it." Trent grinned, showing off his ego as he sat on the end of a desk. He was dressed in his newest grey designer suit, but minus a tie, which he never wore. The thing was, Trent was handsome, but he knew it too, plus Emily wasn't into him that much and this annoyed him. He had tried chatting up Riley, the front desk receptionist several times, and although she was eager, he always cancelled their dates at the last minute, knowing he could do better.
"I think I will Trent, I've heard of your last several dates. None of them ended well for the woman." Emily rolled her eyes, telling him straight.
"Ever think how ironic the name of your company is Gabby? The 'Transformation Group'?" The Entity teased the owner of his shared body, as he remained in control. He enjoyed hearing her voice leaving his lips as he spoke. Meanwhile, Trent and Emily continued to converse/argue.
A minute or so later, Trent said something that precipitated a response from the Entity. "Come on, you know want to get your hands on this?" He winked, cupping his impressive package as he stood up.
"No I don't." Emily snapped. "Why would I want to touch the thing that you think with? It might cause brain damage." She joked.
"As insults go, I've heard better sweetheart." Trent said condescendingly.
"Maybe Emily should be able to touch his penis whenever she wants, right Gabby?" The Entity said, turning to focus on the two employees. In no time, the evident bulge in the front of Trent's pants disappeared as his cock shrank away, along with his nutsack. As his equipment reformed into Emily's blonde snatch, he kept hitting on her, trying to 'break down the wall'. Emily, holding a clipboard in her hands, kept jotting something down even as her black skirt began distoring in front. As Trent's 8-inch cock spilled out into her panties... it stretched the fabric, and the bulge in her skirt only grew bigger as her ovaries dropped down into her new sack and formed into Trent's former balls, churning with semen.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't want me sucking that big dick of yours?" Trent smirked, eyeing the bulge in his co-worker's skirt.
"Trent, go away!" Emmy sighed, having had enough. "Go buy a dildo or something. Oh that's right... you ARE a dildo!" She feigned a smirk, before walking off to head into the ladies toilets.
"Seems he's just as irritating without Trent junior in his pants." The Entity giggled in Gabby's voice.
Then he looked elsewhere.
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