You gasped, femininely covering your mouth with a dainty hand. You were going to be late for work!
Deciding to disregard your incredible transformation, you hopped into the shower. While you washed yourself under the hot running water, you couldn't help but get a little handsy. You sensually slid your soft warm hands down your chest and around your thighs and ass. It made you moan and caused your cock to get rigid.
Thankfully, you managed to snap out of it, knowing that you would be even more late if you kept feeling yourself up.
You exited the shower and dried yourself off with a towel. Heading back into your bedroom to reach your closet, you grabbed a plain white button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black tie. After putting them on, you noticed the shirt now hung loosely around your torso, your shoulders having been reduced in width. Your pants, on the other hand, strained around your enormous ass and whistle-worthy thighs.
You looked positively ridiculous (and sexy), but it had to do for now.
You rushed out of your apartment, down to your car, and set off for the office.
Thankfully, the office wasn't too far. You were there within 15 minutes.
You parked and quickly exited your car. You hadn't even been working there very long and you didn't want to make a bad impression.
Entering the building, you walked into the elevator in the lobby and pushed the button for the 8th floor. The contraption hummed into action, lifting you up the levels of the office block.
You squeezed your hands together nervously. How would everyone react to seeing you this way? Were your changes even that noticeable to begin with? What is your girlfriend going to say when you see her tonight?
Ding!
The elevator doors opened, revealing to you the cubicle-laden expanse of your company. Everyone was milling about, doing their jobs. Some were making copies at the copier, some were chatting by the water cooler. Most were at their desks, typing away at their keyboards.
You tentatively took a few steps out of the elevator, blushing. Looking to the right, you spotted your own vacant cubicle. You hastily walked over, hoping nobody spotted your tardiness. Upon reaching the cubicle, however, you noticed your computer was gone.
Had you already been fired?
There was no evidence that anyone had ever used this cubicle. No PC, no keyboard, no file cabinet, no printer, no chair, nothing. Just a cleared desk.
"Ah, Ben, there you are," you heard a young male voice say behind you.
You turned to see Keith, one of your coworkers. He was 25, and had been working here for a couple years. He was tall and handsome, with well-kempt short blonde hair. He was leaning against your cubicle with one arm, and was eyeing you up and down very strangely.
"Oh, hey Keith," you replied, pleading to the universe that he doesn't notice anything different about you. "What's up?"
"You were late today," he began.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I was--" you stopped mid-sentence.
Keith was undoing the button on his pants. Within a few moments, the fly was down, and he pulled his dick out, right there in front of the whole office. He had a big dick.
"It was the worst morning for you to get here late, haha," he laughed, giving his thick boner a few firm strokes. "I've had morning wood like you wouldn't fucking believe!"
You were absolutely bewildered by Keith's ardent public indecency, and yet could not take your eyes off his throbbing penis. You were enthralled, your mouth was watering.
Even stranger, some of your other coworkers passed the two of you by, none of them seeing any issue with Keith masturbating out in the open.
"What's up, Ben?" Keith asked with some concern. "Aren't you going to do your job?"
"Uhhh... my job?" you queried, incredulous.
Keith chuckled. "Don't tell me you've forgotten. We hired you to relieve all the tension around the office. Any cock that needs sucking, any pussy that needs eating, and even any ass that needs fucking! I mean, you were doing that already before, we just figured we might as well pay you for it, haha!"
Your mind was racing a million miles a second. That was your job? To be the office fucktoy?
Surely the Being in your dream had something to do with this. He certainly gave you the body required to do this job.
"Now, would you please suck my dick?" Keith pleaded. "I haven't gotten off yet today, and my balls are so full."
Without hesitation, you got down onto your knees in front of him. Despite everything you should be finding wrong with this scenario, you just couldn't help but comply.
You were drawn to his dick, as if by some magical force.
You were compelled to pleasure him.
You even smiled up at him as you raised your hands to his junk. Groping his large shaved nuts with one hand, and the base of his shaft with the other, you aimed his cock to your mouth and slurped it right on in.
"Mmmmm, fuck yeah," Keith moaned. He gripped your hair with one hand, pushing you further down his schlong.
Surprisingly, despite the length and girth of his member, you weren't having the slightest bit of issue taking him down your throat. Within seconds, your nose was pressing into his pubic stubble.
You could feel his rod pulsating in your esophagus. It was infectious. It filled you with such pleasure to make your coworker feel good. You needed more.
Keith's boyish moans continued above you as you began your oral servicing in full. You bobbed your head up and down his length, slurping and sucking masterfully. Your tastebuds danced from the sweet flavor of his pre. The flavor was addicting.
You loved feeling his fat spongy cockhead make its journey from the middle of your throat back onto your tongue. The smell of his musk filled your senses and muddied your mind.
This was your job now.
You should be horrified, but you couldn't help but love it.
It beat the pants off your old job.
GLCK GLCK GLCK GLCK GLCK
With increasing vigor you swallowed his meat. You needed to make him cum. The job wouldn't be finished until he was shooting ropes of semen into your stomach.
"Fffffuck Ben!" he groaned loudly. "You're gonna make me cum, bro!"
You were swirling your tongue around his shaft in your mouth, teasing him with slimy heat and making his cockhead leak pre like a fountain.
A few more bobs later, and Keith's body tensed up.
"Ughhhhh!" he mewled. His nuts clenched against the base of his penis, and a second later you could taste his wondrous semen as it fired into your mouth. You hungrily swallowed all he gave you, gripping his ass behind him with your hands, keeping your mouth locked around his schlong.
Gulp after gulp you downed his bounty.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his orgasm ended.
Keith let out a big sigh and slumped a bit. His grip on your hair loosened, replaced instead with him lovingly stroking your head with his thumb.
"Thank you, Ben, that really hit the spot," he doted. He leaned his hips back, pulling his cock from your throat and out of your mouth.
SCHLOOOOORP!
The thick heavy beast flopped down onto his balls, exhausted and coated in saliva. A final residual ooze of cum glorped from the piss-slit onto the carpet.
However, instead of basking in afterglow, Keith immediately crouched down and grabbed his pants and undies around his ankles. He pulled them up and buttoned and zipped his fly.
"Well, if you ever want a good fuck, you know where to find me," your coworker added. "You know I'll never turn down a hot piece of ass like yourself."
He ruffled your hair like you were a dog, then started to walk away.
Once he had ventured a few steps, he stopped and looked back at you.
"Oh by the way," he began. "Aren't you a little overdressed? You know you don't have to wear anything, remember?"
"Oh, uh... right, yeah," you stuttered in response, face beet-red.
Keith gave you a big handsome smile and resumed his journey back to his desk.
You rose to your feet, knees wobbling.
Did you really just do that? You just gave a guy a blowjob, and at work no less.
What would Samantha say?
You've known you were bi for a long time, but you've never actually been with a guy before. Plus, you hated the idea of committing infidelity to your girlfriend.
Although, something gave you the feeling that nobody in this world would consider sex with you cheating. In fact, you were pretty certain Keith himself had a wife, and furthermore was straight-as-an-arrow hetero.
And yet he didn't blink for a second to fuck your mouth like a pro.
This was insane.
As you sat onto the top of your empty desk, someone new approached your cubicle.
Who was it?
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