This choice: With one or more Kwik Save employees • Go Back...Chapter #9With one or more Kwik Save employees by: Saracen1187   While the salon business was continuing as normal (even in the wild post-swap environment), up in the office of the Kwik Save manager's office, Elizabeth was doing what had become her usual daily routine whenever her husband Carl turned up to work. "You look like a sack of spuds, idiot!" Elizabeth shook her head disapprovingly at the outfit that Carl had chosen to attire the former body of a certain brunette beautician in. Namely, a baggy t-shirt, a pair of jeans that still emphasized his feminine rump despite the fact that they were baggy men's jeans too. And on his size 7 feminine feet were a pair of sneakers.
"What??" Carl frowned, looking down at himself, adjusting the bra he had found it necessary to wear to contain his voluptuous D-cups. "I'm not dressing like some girly girl, Elizabeth." he told her.
"There's dressing like a girly girl, and there's dressing like a normal girl, you've done neither. You're an embarrassment to me." Elizabeth tutted, folding her muscular, tattooed arms across her chest. Her head now fastened to the former step-son of the Wilko assistant manager, Elizabeth was quite happy with what she'd ended up with. Reece had been quite tall, strong and good looking. But Elizabeth in fact thought that her own head (albeit with a tiny bit of added weight around her cheeks and chin) completed the look better than Reece's had.
"I didn't ask to get this body." Carl grumbled, letting out a sigh, his breasts heaving on his chest as he did so.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "God you sound like an ungrateful teenager! Pull yourself together and start taking pride in your new body like me. After all, we are stuck with them now." she lectured him.
"Whatever!" Carl waved his hand idly.
Elizabeth scowled at him. "Okay drop the sulky teenage attitude Carl!" she shouted. "And... take that t-shirt off." she ordered him.
"What? Why?" Carl answered.
"Don't question me, just take it off." Elizabeth walked over to him. She was an inch taller than him now, since Carl refused to wear heels (not that he could walk in them anyway). Carl looked into his wife's eyes and could tell she wasn't messing. Reluctantly, he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his juicy tits and off over his head.
Elizabeth smiled, feeling her large cock throbbing in her newly purchased satin boxer shorts. The classy underwear was complemented by a pair of designer men's trousers and a crisp white shirt. Even with a ruggedly masculine body beneath her head, Elizabeth liked to dress like a professional manager. Though she drew the line at wearing a tie. "You shouldn't be hiding those, babe." she said, reaching forward and lifting her husband's breasts with both hands.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have a pair anymore. And they weren't this big when you did have your own." Carl responded.
"Exactly the reason you should be flashing them off. Look, I know you didn't ask to have your head swapped onto Zoe's body, but you should be thanking your lucky stars you didn't swap with someone unattractive." she grinned.
Carl immediately thought of a couple of women whose bodies he was glad he didn't end up with. Geeky Phoebe's for a start, and also Jade's... but only because she was pregnant. He shuddered at the thought of being stuck with a baby inside him. "I suppose, but still..." he muttered, suddenly realizing that his wife was unzipping her trousers. "Um... what are you doing?" he asked her nervously.
Elizabeth just grinned, as she whipped out her swollen cock, seven inches of hard man-meat. "I'm going to keep trying to teach you to adore the body you have now." she said. "And of course... I get to have some fun too." she winked playfully.
Carl gulped, backing away while staring down at the penis Elizabeth was pumping with her manly hand.
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Five minutes later, Carl was sat in his wife's chair behind her desk and he was wincing as he reluctantly smooshed Elizabeth's member between his large breasts repeatedly. It was the first titjob that Elizabeth had experienced since being swapped with Reece, but now she knew how good it felt, it definitely wouldn't be the last. "Oh god this feels gooood!" she cried out, her face a picture of delight as her manhood was sandwiched between Zoe's former tits.
"Just... DON'T... cum on my face!" Carl grumbled, seemingly not enjoying the experience himself. How this was supposed to get him to enjoy his new female body was beyond him. There was nothing in it for him at all.
"Oh stop your... ooooh... whining!" Elizabeth purred, the feminine moans standing in stark contrast to her masculine body. Her toes tensed inside her £150 designer men's loafers as she approached the inevitable orgasm. She then smirked, having an idea, one that would no doubt annoy her reluctant husband even more.
She suddenly withdrew her pre-cum lathered dick from in between Carl's 'melons' and grabbed the back of his head... shoving her cock straight into his mouth. "You said not on your face right? How about in your face instead?" she giggled, using her superior strength to hold her husband's head in place as she ejaculated and shot a generous dollop of cum down his throat. "Ugghhhhh... oh hell yes!" she grunted, as she emptied her balls into her husband's mouth.
After Carl had been forced to swallow every drop of his wife's jizz, she pulled her dick from his mouth, looking down on him in a very intimidating manner. "You're such a good cocksucker honey." she winked at him. "I bet Zoe herself couldn't have done better.
Carl stayed silent, not saying a word, he meant for his glare to be enough to express his irritation. But he also didn't want to admit that inside his men's briefs, his unshaved (since the swap) pussy was growing wetter by the second. He secretly enjoyed the demeaning way Elizabeth had been treating him ever since the swap happened, the way she took charge and humiliated him, even talked down to him.
"Finished?" Carl just mumbled, feigning annoyance.
Elizabeth chuckled wickedly. "Oh yes, for now at least." she nodded, tucking her cock back into her boxers and zipping her trousers up. "Now I've got to try and find out what that pot-bellied bitch in Wilko is planning next." she added.
"Fine, I'll go and pick up Chloe from your mother's." Carl sighed, standing up and walking to the office door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Elizabeth called after him, causing him to turn around as she dangled his bra in one hand and his t-shirt in the other meaty paw. She threw both garments at him, and gave him some more 'advice'. "And when I come home, I expect you to be dressed a little more 'enticingly', understood?" she smirked. She planned on shagging his brains out that night.
"Yes dear!" Carl lowered his head, slipping his bra back on followed by his t-shirt, then he grabbed his car keys and left Kwik Save.
"I'll teach him to dress like a tart yet." Elizabeth chuckled to herself, as she sat down in her warm chair. She contently patted her package through her trousers and just smiled.
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