Mr. Crow's Corruption

Ugh, I can’t buh-lieve that my coworker knocked me up! I swear, it was supposed to just be a one-night stand, but now I’m carrying his baby!

Even worse, thanks to this maternity leave, I had to forfeit my promotion to him.

Well, that’s probably fair. I can barely think straight with this baby brain going on.

And his bigger paychecks mean he can afford a place with a nursery. Not to mention a huge rock on my finger.

*giggle*

Plus, his last name sounds really good. He promised me this morning that he’s going down to the courthouse to get everything changed officially.

Liam and his bride to be Danica couldn’t be happier. They had been dating for years before Liam finally popped the question and proposed to her. He would say he was just waiting for the right time when in reality he was waiting for the right ring.

Liam had long been fascinated with ancient civilizations and made a career out of by being an archaeologist. During his studies he had learned of a fabled set of magic rings that belonged to a long dead royal bloodline.

Legend had it that the rings were linked together with one being the Master ring and the other being the Slave ring. It was believed that the wearer of the Master ring could channel their deepest desires into the wearer of the Slave ring and change them into the Master’s ideal partner.

“Ughhh get off my head you evil bitch.” Jasmine screamed tugging at the demonic black wig attached to her head.

Jane or Jasmine as she was called now had been under the influence of the evil wig for just over a year now ever since she had found it in a costume shop. The wig had transformed her from a shy plain girl to a lustful bombshell almost immediately.

She wiggled her tits from side to side a few times to make sure they wouldn’t pop out and let out a giggle, followed by a slight frown.

These last few months had been so strange, she’d taken a new job as a manager at a startup almost a year ago.  They had been working on new advertising “enhancements” that would revolutionize the industry, if they could get it working of course.

She was heading up a small team but she pushed them hard as she wanted to make a good impression on the executives, then about six months ago things had started to change.  More and more of the managers and executives seemed to no longer care about making the company successful.  Performance goals had all been cancelled and even the investors seemed to no longer care if the company was making a profit.

With more free time, she’d found herself focusing on herself a little more, going to the gym, the tanning salon, the beauty parlour and even taking time during the work day to go shopping at the mall!

But each time she did one of those things, she felt weird… as if she was on strings and someone else was pulling them.  Oh she knew what she was doing, knew that she wanted to do it, but her mind was just a bit sluggish and her limbs seemed to move of their own accord.

She couldn’t really complain though, she was looking better than she had in years, and feeling better too!

Her whole attitude had changed, no longer bound by the demands of deadlines and the executives, she loosen up and started actaully talking to her staff, and if she was honest, flirting with them as well.  But none more so than Jerry.

Jerry was the senior tech on her team and was leading the charge, or at least had been, on the enhancements and she had found herself flirting more and more with him as the weeks went on.  So much so that one day they had been in her office, the door closed for his weekly review meeting, when she’d felt the “strings” give a little tug on her and she stood up, walked around to the front of her desk, taking the seat beside him, as her fingers moved across and pulled down the zipper to his pants.

Her fingers slide inside , stroked his dick as she told his how much she appreciated all his “hard” work at the office.  How she couldn’t imagine having to cope without him.  How he was the most important staff member she had.

She felt his hot cum spray on to her hand as she finished the handjob and she slipped her fingers from his pants, raising them up to her lips and licking the cum from them as she let out a soft moan.

After he’d left she’d been so embarrassed, but also so turned on, that she’d closed her door and masturbated until her next meeting and avoid seeing Jerry for the rest of the day.

She had no choice but to see him eventually thought and she found Jerry in a very different mood when she finally did.  He had always been the quiet one, the one to hold open a door or give up a seat, never initiating something though he would always see it through to the end.  That day though he’d walked right in to her office and closed the door behind him.

He’d come right around her desk, grabbed her by the waist and stood her upright.  Then pushed her down on to her knees and sat in her chair after unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor.

She’d looked on in confusion for just a moment before she felt the strings tug once again and her lips  lowered down on to his stiffening shaft.  She felt the strings pulling her up and down, up and down until she tasted his cum and she swallowed every drop of it as an orgasm came over her.

Each day the strings would pull at her, she halfheartedly tried to fight them, but the pleasure they brought was just too much.

When they pulled her over her desk so Jerry could fuck her, she orgasmed.

When they pulled her down to his car so she could spend the night at his place, she orgasmed.

When they pulled her to the plastic surgeon’s office to get her new tits, she orgasmed.

When they pulled her fingers to the pen to sign her resignation, she orgasmed.

When they pulled her from her apartment for the last time to move in with Jerry, she orgasmed.

Suddenly Erin’s phone played the catchy pop tune that she’d assigned to Jerry’s number and the strings tugged on her once more, but she didn’t fight them, instead eager to go along as she sang the lyrics Jerry had given her;

I just can’t help myself, master’s calling! I’ve got to shake my tits and ass caus’ he’s made me his horny fuck doll! I just gotta cum for Master as it’s all I’m good for!

The little orgasm that followed told her she’d done well and she let out a giggle as she unlocked her phone to see Jerry’s message, “Just finishing up with the investors, be home soon.  Wear those pink heels and dump the denim.”

Her body shivered in excitement as her fingers flew to unbutton her denim dress and let it fall to the ground, revealing her matching pink thong.  She rushed upstairs to her closet and quickly found the shoes she knew he loved and slipped them on.  They were almost the exact same colour as her lingerie and had a six inch heel that pushed her ass out in a way that Jerry said “made men weep and women stand against walls.”

She looked up at Gerald behind his desk and anger cascaded over her face, she took an unsteady step towards him in the unfamiliar heels that were on her feet.

“Why I’ve done nothing to you Erika.” he replied with a self satisfied smile, “Don’t you remember?  This has all been your own doing.”

His confident reply stopped her in her tracks, “What… what do you mean?  I didn’t get… these!” she said waving her hands at her breasts.

“Why of course you did, don’t you remember?”

“Remember… remember what?”

“Maybe we should start with the last thing you do remember Erika…”

She scrunched her forehead and tried to think back… “I… I was in your office.  I was going to fire you…”

“Ah yes, I remember that day… but that was over six months ago Erika.  And you obviously didn’t fire me now did you?”

She tried to remember, “No… no I didn’t, but I meant to…”

“Well, what did you do?”

“I… I… I gave you a raise?” the anger on her face disappeared and was replaced by pure shock.

Why had she done that?  She could clearly remember it now, telling him how good of job he was doing, offering him the raise, even though she could also remember wanting to fire him on the spot.

She’d been weeding out all of the old men from the company she inherited from her parents when they died in the terrible car accident.  She’d taken over and quickly started to replace the dead wood with her friends from university and Gerald was the last one she had to get rid of.

“That’s right, I was most grateful for that too.  It was a whole new beginning for us wasn’t it?”

“Yes… yes it was…” she stuttered out, the memory of the next few weeks starting to come back to her.  She’d started to ask him his opinion on just about every discussion she had to make.  Most of the time he just agreed with her and everything was fine, but once in a while he disagreed and after just a few seconds, she found herself switching to his view.

But it was strange, she could remember those weeks, but it was like she wasn’t really there, like her mind and body were on autopilot and she was just a passenger along for the ride.

“And what happened next Erika?” he prodded her.

“I… I wanted some more… free time… to focus on myself.  I… oh god… I asked you to take over some of my duties!” the shock returned to her face as she remember walking in to his office and asking… asking, not telling him, if he would do her a favour and take some of her work off her plate.

It horrified her, how could she do that?

“And I was happy to do that favour for you wasn’t I?  Tell me Erika, what did you do with that extra free time?”

Still half in shock, her mind leapt straight to the gym.  She could clearly see herself working out on the stationary bikes, doing yoga, spending time on the treadmill.  Working herself in to a sweat, at first before work and then both before and after work.

“Oh god no… the gym…”

“Yes, the gym.  I have to say Erika it really did pay off, all that time spent working on yourself, don’t you think?”

Erika’s hands wrapped around her waist, the moved to the front and back of her midsection, sliding down over her taught abs and firm ass.

“But that wasn’t enough was it Erika?”

Erika looked up at Gerald’s eyes, her own wide with almost panic, “No… please no more… I don’t want to…” but it was too late, the memory of asking Gerald to take over all of her duties had come flooding back.

But standing in front of him asking wasn’t the worst part, no that was the reason why that should couldn’t tell him.

Her time at the gym had done more than just tone and shape her body, it had made her hornier than she had ever imagined possible.  She had been spending several hours a day masturbating, including during the day in her office.

At first it had started simply, a quick session with her fingers after her workouts in the gym shower had satisfied her.  But eventually her fingers could no longer do the job and she’d had to go out and buy a dildo.  That had been better but even that faded after a couple of weeks.  Finally she’d started to watch porn as she masturbated, all kinds of porn, but the kind that she found the best was when the woman was on her knees or in some other way subjugating herself to the man.

“I… I asked you take over all my duties…” she finally said, her head falling in shame.

He smiled at her and continued, “That wasn’t all though, was it?”

“Please… I… I…” she tried to stop herself but it was impossible to, “I offered you my office too.”

“Yes, I did enjoy that… and what came next.”

She shivered at the memory, asking him to take her office, coming up with reasons why it made sense, as if she had to convince him to take it.  Then the most humiliating part of the conversation as she went on to explain she still needed to keep a close eye on him, after all she was still the boss so she should take the desk closest to him… the one just in front of his new office… the one where his secretary would sit.

She whimpered softly as she rode along with her memories of those weeks as she sat at her new desk, getting coffee, doing his paperwork, prancing around in tight little outfits that showed off her body, taking her coffee breaks in the bathroom and masturbating with porn playing on her phone.

“Now Erika, you seemed especially concerned about your breasts…”

Erika looked down at her tight top that hugged the two round globes that were affixed to her chest and shook her head from side to side, “No… please no…”, but it was too late.

The memory of walking in to his office, sitting on the edge of the chair, crossing her legs and placing her folded hands in her lap, looking over to him with awe and wonder as she asked for the two weeks off.

She’d promised it wouldn’t be any longer, no matter what, she would never leave him for any longer than absolutely necessary, he was too important not to have a secretary at his beck and call.

He’d grudgingly given her the time off, sternly warning her that she’d best be back at her desk in no more than two weeks, and she’d thanked him, thanked him!

And she’d kept her word, two weeks to the day she left she was once more sitting at her desk.  But now she pushed her new breasts out for him to see each time he walked by.

“I… I… did it?  Too myself?” she said softly, the confusion clearly in her voice.

“That’s right Erika, it was all your own doing, I didn’t do anything to you did I?”

“No… no you didn’t…” she responded, dejected that he wasn’t responsible some how.

“Good, now just a little bit more…” he said, leading her on and the memories of the last two weeks came flooding back all at once.

He’d called her in to his office, her work had gone down hill after her implants, the silicon seemed to supercharge her libido and she was masturbating in the bathroom more and more each day.

He’d finally had a complaint from one of the other women working in the office about the noise coming from the stall, even though she’d tried to keep quite, it had become impossible as she slammed the dildo in to her pussy and slapped her new breasts just like the video’s she watched so often.

She’d known what he was going to do, what he had to do, and she broke down, crying and dropping to her knees, begging him not to fire her.

She babbled desperately, promising to do anything he wanted just as long as she could keep working for him.

He’d dressed her down, telling her how useless she had become, how she was going to have to learn how to follow orders if she was going to stay, how all she was good for now was as eye candy.

Her pussy was dripping wet as he stood in front of her, literally talking down at her and she did the only thing she could think of.  Her fingers flew to his zipper and moments later her lips were wrapped around his cock as she desperately sucked him off in her old office, trying to keep her job.

When he came in her mouth she sucked every last drop from him, then tilted her head back and looked up, opening her mouth to show him his seed, then closed it once more and swallowed it all.  She opened her empty mouth once again before diving back on to his softening shaft to try and bring him around for a second time.

After that, she never masturbated in the washroom again.  Instead at each of her breaks, she entered his office, took a seat in front of his desk and performed for him until she came.

At lunch she made sure to have his food ready and take it to him, once he finished he then used her body in whatever way he chose until she received her own “liquid” lunch from him.

Her whole body shivered at the memories of the orgasms, he voice finally bringing her back to the moment, “So Erika, are you ready?”

She looked over to him, sitting behind his desk, holding a pen and she took the last few steps to the chair in front of it before sitting down, her knees still weak.

“Ready… I…”

He smiled, “You know I’ve had you on autopilot for so long and it’s been fun, but now it’s time to make things permanent.  And for that I need you to sign these…” he said and waved over several documents on his desk.

“What… what are they?” she asked, her hand trembling as she reached out for the pen that was in his hand.

“This one is a power of attorney, this one is your official resignation from the board, this one is your official resignation from CEO, this one is a transfer of all you company stock to me, this one is my promotion to CEO and this one… this one is your new employment contract.”

“But… I…”

“Oh come on now Erika, this has all been your idea from the start right?”

“It… it… has?” she half asked in response.

“Of course!  Your the one that started going to the gym.  Your the one that masturbates all the time.  Your the one that got the big fake tits.  Your the one that dropped to your knees and sucked off your boss.  You did all of that on your own.  Now all you have to do is sign a few papers and make all those choices permanent.”

A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as she reached out and signed the first stack of papers, then the second, the third.  Each one becoming easier and easier until to the last one where her fingers twitched just above the line.

“Just one more Erika, do you need me to read it to you?”

“I… I… please…”

“Alight, here we go.  Employment contract between Gerald Foster, here after referred to as the employer, and Erika Stulwin, here after referred to as the employee.” he started to read and the shiver of pleasure intensified and nestled in to her pussy.

“The employer hereby offers the employee the dual position of secretary and live in maid at a yearly salary of $29,120.00.”

Her pussy twitched as the pen touched the paper.

“The employee will be responsible for, but not limited too, the following duties…”

Erika scrawled her signature across the page and gasped as a small orgasm came over her, by the time she had recovered Gerald was standing beside her.

“Time to get to work Erika.” he said and she immediately jumped from the chair, stripping naked and bending over his desk, pushing her ass in to the air as high as she could.

* * *

Gerald reached out and grabbed Erika’s ass, then raised his hand and slapped it hard, a cry of pure bliss coming from her lips as he did so.

He’d spent his entire adult life working for her father’s company and he’d be damned if he was going to get kicked out of it by some snotty twenty something because of a terrible accident.

No, he’d seen it coming as each of his long time colleges had been systematically replaced by Erika.  Not that some of them didn’t deserve it, many were far too set in their ways to be of any use to the company, but even so, there was some expectation of loyalty.

Fortunately there were ways to take care of such things, if one was will to walk on the other side of the law and could pay the price.  He didn’t have any idea how they did it, but the company came highly recommended and promised results, that they could clearly deliver.

Of course Erika hadn’t been the only one he’d had to have undergo the process, her friends that she’d hired would have known something was off, all told there were four that had been put through the process.

Susan, the VP of sales was making the best of it as the new receptionist.  She was very friendly and preferred to be called Suzi now and there was always a crowd around the blonde as she liked to show off her breasts that were even larger than her head.

Veronica, the VP of Human Resources seemed to be enjoying her role as office masseuse now that her office had been converted to make it easier for her to work.

And Wendy, the VP of Finance was definitely enjoying her new job as mail girl.  Especially when any of the guys need to give her a big hard package to deliver.

Lilly was one of THOSE bosses. The kind that everyone hates. The kind that seems to always be on some sort of power trip, taking out her daily frustrations on anyone in ear shot, or simply lording her high status over her employees. She only wore the best. Designer clothes, designer shoes, designer handbags. Most of her employees could barely afford dinner, let alone expensive clothes. She fired people on a whim, especially other women, lowly secretaries, especially if she thought they were prettier than her. The employee dissatisfaction might have been enough to get her fired if the money wasn’t coming in at a record pace. Reluctantly, the company let her continue, so long as the money kept coming.

As all things must, it finally came to an end. The employees were so overworked, so tired, so disgruntled, that the could barely work. Productivity plummeted, and with it, the money. The board could finally fire Lilly, but she had one last scheme up her sleeve.

She insisted that they give her a chance. A morale officer was just what the office needed. Someone who could entertain the employees, keep them satisfied. She assured the board it would keep things running smoothly. Reluctantly, they agreed. But, they had no idea who could be the morale officer, or what that position would look like, so they asked Lilly to draw up a proposal for the position and give it a trial run.

Unfortunately for Lilly, no one in the office wanted to be a morale officer. No one wanted to help her out. One of the girls even flat out told her, “You should do it. Try being nice for once.”

So she did. For a week, she was nice to everyone. She went out of her way to say hello to everyone. She bought Starbucks for the office. She let people go home early and didn’t yell when they came in late. The effect was a slight uptick in productivity. Not a lot, but enough that the board took notice.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” they told her. “Things might be looking up.”

Lilly kept being nice, however much it ate her up inside. She was better than these peons. They worked for her, but letting them do what they wanted made her feel like she was working for them. She needed to get the money flowing though, so she kept being nice, but after a few months, productivity hit a plateau.

It was suggested that she relax the dress code. It seemed like an easy way to make people comfortable, so she did, but the ladies at the office didn’t seem to take advantage. They were just as frumpy and covered up as ever, so Lilly took advantage instead. Desperate times called for desperate measures, but when Lilly showed up one Monday in a tight, bodycon dress and big heels, she knew she had done the right thing. The guys in the office were smiling, nice, and willing to work. Productivity climbed again. The tighter her dresses and skirts, the higher her heels, the more skin she showed off, the more money the company made. Soon, Lilly was dressing like a lowly secretary, showing as much skin as possible.

When she showed up to the next board meeting in a pink minidress with six inch clear heels, the board was shocked. At first, they were mad that she would be so unprofessional, but she calmly explained the situation and their eyes lit up.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” they said.

Lilly put a suggestion box outside of her office. If a suggestion seemed like a good idea, she would do it. Anything for morale. That’s how she ended up with blonde hair. She hated that she looked more and more the bimbo, but the board liked where she was taking the company, so she persevered.

That’s how she ended up getting drunk with the secretaries every night, but while they never seemed to get a hangover, Lilly seemed to have a constant one. So, smoke some pot, they said. That will get rid of the sick feeling. So it did. She was smoking and drinking everyday, and her job was getting hard to do. That’s how her secretary came to handle to day to day business while Lilly partied and wiggled her ass in tiny dresses at clubs and wound up with a different guy in her bed every morning. But, her secretary assured her that business was booming.

At the next board meeting, Lilly was hungover, on the verge of throwing up the entire time. She managed to get through her presentation, stumbling around on her six inch stripper heels, her skirt riding up to show off her pink thong. The board looked at each other when she was finished.

“Well, Lilly, in light of recent events, the Board would like to make a change. Seeing as your secretary has been running the company from day to day while you party, we’ve offered her your old job.”

Lilly would have screamed, but she was too busy holding down her puke.

“But, since you have done such a great job boosting morale, we’re giving you the Morale Officer job, permanently. I know, it’s a bit of a demotion, but you’re so good at it, we couldn’t pass it up.”

“This is crazy! You can’t do this!”

“We can and we did. Report to your new boss immediately. The Board is watching you, Lilly. Don’t disappoint us.”

Lilly’s old secretary was already comfortable in Lilly’s old office when she arrived. “You’ll refer to me as Miss Lydia from now, understand?” Lilly nodded. “Good. There are going to be some changes around here, especially in the morale department.”

Business was booming. The company was name one of the best to work at. People were flocking to the company. Morale was higher than ever. Th Board was happy. Miss Lydia was ecstatic. The employees were excited. Lilly was the office bimbo. She wasn’t happy about it, but she couldn’t let it show. That would bring down morale.

Soon after Miss Lydia took over, it had been suggested that Lilly get huge fake tits. Miss Lydia had loved that. When Lilly went back to work with her ridiculous funbags, she discovered that part of her hew job required her to show them off, so her uniform was changed. A sexy bra was all she was allowed now. Soon after, free titty gropes had been offered.

When her lips got inflated, cocksucking was added to the list of her duties, though she licked plenty of pussies too. Panties were forbidden. Guys needed to be able to bend Lilly over a desk and pound her holes at a moment’s notice. They couldn’t take too much time. That would decrease productivity.

All the while, Lilly could do nothing but beg for more and thank them for using her. She had a permanent smile plastered to her face as she wiggled through the office, her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her tiny skirts, asking if anyone wanted to use her. All day. Every day.

She was a morale officer now, and she didn’t want to disappoint the Board.

It was a funny story how she’d ended up here. Well, maybe not so funny to her, but I certainly laugh whenever I think about it.

Heather had been a sixth grade teacher for a few years, and by all accounts and was a damn good one too. Students and parents alike loved her, she inspired kids and was sharp as a whip. She had a promising career ahead of her. I don’t remember why I decided to ruin her life now. Maybe I’m just an asshole like that.

Regardless, one day she called me in a panic. “I can’t say fuckslut!” she cried. I laughed, for that word had never left her mouth before, to my knowledge, and it just sounded so ridiculous to be upset about it. Of course, she had meant to say “teacher”, but that word had been replaced by “fuckslut” in her sleep. She knew what she wanted to say, she just couldn’t.

I calmed her down and drove her to a “doctor”, just my hypnotist, but he knew enough about the brain to convince her to trust him and he put her under right there in the office. It was more than I could have hoped for. I was giddy.

“Feel better, Heather?” I asked when she awoke some time later.

“Yeah. Thankies!” She gasped and covered her mouth. “Why fuckslut say that?” She gasped again. I snickered. Fuckslut was the replacement for a lot of her words.

“Shhh, everything is fine. The doctor fixed your little problem, and he’s not even charging you. Isn’t that nice of him?”

He smiled. “Happy to help. Don’t hesitate to call me if there are any more problems.”

“But no, fuckslut can’t talk. Fuckslut is a fuckslut, not a fuckslut!” I saw tears forming then as frustration began to set in. “Why fuckslut can’t talk?”

I put an arm around her. “Shh, it’s okay Heather. The doctor said you would regain more of your words in the next few days. It’ll all be okay.” Really, what he’d said was “She’ll lose more of her words in the next few days until she reaches the point you requested,” but I wanted her to think everything was normal for now.

The next day she called me again. I barely slept the previous night, I was so excited for this call.

“Fuckslut need cock!“she cried. She was actually crying. I could only imagine how frustrating this was for her. “Please! Fuckslut need cock now!”

I chuckled. “Well if you need it that bad, I’ll be right over.” I had no idea what she had wanted to say and no longer cared. She was stuck now, and I was looking forward to treating her like the fuckslut she constantly said she was.

“You okay?” I called when I entered her apartment.

She ran toward me then, tears streaming down her face. “Fuckslut need cock so bad!” It set her to sobbing even harder.

I held her quietly. “I’m sorry. The doctor said this might happen. It seems you have some sort of neurological disorder.”

She stared up at me. “Fuckslut is dumb?”

I nodded. “Fuckslut is dumb.” More crying. “But I’ll take care of you little dummy. You can live with me and be my little fuckslut. How’s that sound?”

She pushed away from me, most likely any miss that she knew I had done something to her. “You make Fuckslut wet!”

I laughed. “Good, because Fuckslut is going to be with me for a long time. Aren’t you happy?”

“Yeah, Fuckslut feels so good!” She cried more as she realized she could no longer say no. It had been entirely removed from her vocabulary. She would be forced to she to everything I said.

“Good. Now, since you called me begging for cock, show me how good a fuckslut you can be.”

In the next few days, I tendered a resignation for her, since she could no longer understand written words. Because of her mental instability, I got the court to grant me power of attorney. She was officially mine then, and has been for the last year. Nobody from her old life would recognize her anymore, and after a year if being treated like nothing but a stupid cumdumpster, I don’t know if Heather is even still in there. But if she is, it makes it all the hotter listening to dumbass Fuckslut beg to be fucked harder or plead for bigger titties.

Arianna had a coat that covered her down to her hips, and my jacket didn’t do much to cover my skirt and legs either, but as we walked towards my apartment, our white-clad legs moving in a kind of rhythm, I knew, just knew I had to invite her inside. “I love those tights, by the way,” she said as we walked, “Especially the little hearts.” “You noticed those, huh?” I asked. “Easy to notice glow-in-the-dark hearts on pretty legs,” she said, and I sensed she hesitated a little at the last compliment. I blushed again. “Wait, they glow in the dark?” I stopped and looked down at my legs as we walked out of the circle of street-lamp light. Indeed, the little hearts glowed a faint pink. “Oh, wow, that’s so cute,” I said. “You didn’t know about that?” she asked. “I just bought these today,” I said. She smiled and looked over my legs again. “Do a quick turn for me?” she asked. I was almost giddy with excitement. No one had ever asked me to do that before. I complied, and she seemed to burst into giggles. “Oh, it’s a good thing you have those boy-shorts on,” she said. I frowned. “Why?” “There’s a big glowing pink heart on your ass,” she said with a giggle. I blushed hard and daintily tried to pull my skirt down, which she found even more amusing and cute. Once we reached my apartment building, I swallowed hard. This was it, the moment of truth. “So, um….” I began. My thoughts left me. I stared into her dark eyes and words became distant things that my mouth could not find. Oh God, a part of me thought, I’m going to lose her! I need to do something! “Do you want to-“ she started, but I didn’t let her finish. I was tasting her lip gloss and inhaling her raspberry scent as my body wrapped around hers. She seemed shocked, but I wasn’t going to just give up and let go. She seemed to melt into my kiss, and soon, returned it, her hand reaching around to grab my glowing ass. It felt amazing!

Hey Paul, look who I found. This is your fiancée, right? I mean… I know she looks different without her huge, natural tits but I just had to have them. I’m sure you noticed how big and round stealing her tits made me. I didn’t leave her with very much at all, haha. 

Oh, and by the way, I didn’t just steal her tits; I also stole her bank account. Turns out that giant tits like these mean you need a whole new wardrobe. Actually, she needed one too. Good thing you didn’t combine your accounts yet…. Anyways, Kiki and I had a lot of fun shopping together. Oh yeah, her name is Kiki now.

Don’t worry, she’s actually pretty happy. I mean, I made her completely forget about you and she’s now my dumb, flat-chested, little fucktoy… but she is happy. I even got her a job at the club where you first met me. People are going to love her whole “innocent, girl next door” look. 

Anyways, we have a show to do. Maybe next time you’ll think before lying about not having a girlfriend. Kiki says the wedding is off. Don’t bother calling us. 

Mya was mildly irritated when she checked her phone to find a crude text message from an unknown number.

“Hello, my little slut, ready to serve me?”

First of all, whoever this was needed to make sure they had the right number before sexting. To make matters worse, the message was so rude that Mya felt a need to respond.

“Sorry. Wrong number. Also, you shouldn’t be calling people sluts. It’s not polite.”

Content that she made her point, she deleted the conversation. Mya opened her Insta and took a few pictures before taking one that was good enough to post. Being an social media model may not have been the most rewarding job, but it paid her well enough. She was taking some more pictures, trying to perfect her pose, when another text interrupted her photo session.

“I don’t think it’s the wrong number. I think you just haven’t realized you’re my slut yet.”

What the fuck? Who did this guy think he was? Mya decided this guy needed to be put in his place.

“Fuck you, man. I’m not a slut. I don’t even know who you think you are texting but I’m not her and you can’t talk to me like that. Go fuck yourself, you fucking creep. And stop texting me.”

She didn’t even have time to put her phone down before she received another message. It was him again. She went to read the message, but her phone flashed a bright pink light that dazed her for a second. Her thoughts felt scattered and disjointed. Another flash. Was there a word in it? She swore she saw something in the pink. Maybe not. Another flash. Her mind lost focus completely. Mya stared vacantly at the screen. Another flash. She saw it this time. The word ‘slut’ entered her emptied head and filled it. Flashing over and over inside her softened brain.

Her phone vibrated again. She absent-mindedly checked the message. It was Him.

“What are you?”

Mya responded without hesitation. “A slut. Your slut.”

She stared at the screen. Her mind totally blank; awaiting His words.

Then again, you’re the one who used that universal remote of yours to turn me back into a coed so maybe I should be blaming you, mister.

But seriously, can you believe I used to be a B-cup and that I worked as a… as a… I wanna say yoga teacher but I know that’s not it. Though maybe with this ta-tas I should be a Hooters girl.

OMG can you imagine if Jane and I worked at Hooters together? She’d totally be drooling all over my chest, but her tight little body would look so hot in that uniform. Unf.

Soooo anyways, I was thinkin’ that if, like, you’re gonna make changes or whatever wouldn’t it be wild if Jane and I were total goldstar lezbos together? I mean, I’d still suck your dick whenever you wanted and we’d totally come over and get stoned and drunk and fool around all the time and you could fuck us in whatever holes you wanted but she’s sooooo pretty and I know she’s a total perv but she’s like my BFF too.

What? You already made us lesbos?! Ugh, I swear I’m such a ditz sometimes. You might as well just cut my IQ in half too.

Wait, you did that, too?

Ohmygawd… that’s like… really hot.

*giggle*

It took all of Taylor’s self-control not to groan out loud while Brad prattled on and on about his ideas for the project. The head of HR had explicitly put her in charge – but leave it to the office douche to mansplain the whole thing to her.

She took a sip of her coffee — black, of course — and made a mental note to start putting complaints in Brad’s file now so that she’d have a track record when it came time to fire him.

There was just something about Brad that drove her crazy. What kind of douche calls women “babe” in the office? Or ever so conveniently brushed against her in the elevator? Or carried around some weird remote control.

It was the same old bullshit she had to put up with ever since she was valedictorian in high school.

Luckily, Brad finally shut up when he left to go grab a coffee at Starbucks.

Taylor always drank the office swill at her desk. More efficient that way. And that was why she was in charge and Brad wasn’t. That’s what a good manager does.

September

It took all of Taylor’s self control not to let out a little moan. It was just so hot the way Brad took control of the situation – even if he was a huge douche. Turned out that being in charge of a project by herself was a lot more difficult that she had expected. Maybe it was all the stress or the new responsibilities, but Taylor had to admit that she was even struggling with her basic duties around the office. She had trouble keeping up. Work no longer had the allure it once did. Meanwhile, the sight of the secretaries leaving early to go get drinks sent a twinge of jealously through her mind.

Luckily, Brad offered to help her out. So she sat there and suckled at her drink — a vanilla latte, delish! – and listened intently. Because that’s what a good manager does. She listens.

October

It took all of Taylor’s self control not to let out a giggle. Her day of running internship interviews had been a real delight. Turned out that she had a real knack for hanging out with college kids while Brad handled all the boring office work.

After some consideration — and Brad’s counsel — Taylor had decided to delegate a bunch of the responsibilities that had been giving her so much trouble. Because that’s what a good manager does. She delegates.

The best decision she ever made. That’s why Taylor was in charge, and Brad was her number one in command.

So Taylor sipped at her iced coffee — yum! — and decided to swing by some of the cute boutiques near campus before heading back to the office.

November

It took all of Taylor’s self-control to not let out a cheer. Brad had been doing such an awesome job with the project and she needed a way to reward his hard dick.

His hard work. To reward his hard work.

The idea had struck Tay at her last meeting with Brad, and she made a bee-line home to rummage through her closet and find her old high school cheerleading outfit.

Tay remembered how she’d yell and shout and shake her pom-poms when the brawny, hunky football players needed some extra inspiration to move the ball into the end zone — and she was totes sure that Brad would super appreciate that kind of inspiration to help him bring the project over the finish line.

A good manager cares about morale — especially in her favorite coworker.

Sure, it felt a bit weird to dress like that in public. But a splash or two of Kaluah in her iced skinny mocha — yummers! — definitely helped take the edge off.

December

It took all of Tay’s self-control not to let out a squeal in joy. Turns out the bonus Brad got for a job well done could buy a pretty impressive engagement ring.

The company had fired her pretty quickly once word of the cheerleading outfit fiasco got out. Luckily Brad was there to help Tay yet again and offered up his spare bedroom until she got back on her feet.

It didn’t take too long for both to realize they had more fun when was Tay on her knees. 

There was just something about Brad that drove her crazy. The way he called her babe. The way he’d brush up against her when she was baking. The way he used his universal remote to make her nipples extra sensitive.

It was the same stuff that made her gaga over a guy back when she was a ditzy cheerleader back in high school.

Luckily, Brad knew all the best ways to make her swoon.

It didn’t take too long for Tay to start thinking about the wedding, and she made a mental note to add all their old coworkers to the invite list.

And, get this, they want me to run an applied lab report as a first year student! Isn’t that great?

Apparently they were really impressed with my undergrad work on youth purchasing trends and want me to take it to the next level.

So long BS job, hello fast track to executive life with a corner office.

OK, so maybe this program wasn’t exactly what I expected.

They don’t want me to conduct surveys or collect data or anything. They want me to have a first-person experience as the target youth clientele. The study’s corporate sponsor even paid for me to have an apartment in West Campus, near all the sorority houses. And, get this, they provided a bunch of their products for me to try out – clothes and makeup and whatnot.

Weird.

But, like yea. A free apartment is a free apartment and an MBA is an MBA.

I start some summer classes next week. Apparently there were a few gaps in my undergrad transcript and they expect me to fill this prereqs before the fall semester.

Whatevs. Soon enough I’ll be back to power suits.

Hey guys!

So what’d y’all think? Cute right?

I’m kinda having fun with all the clothes and shiz they put in this apartment. I wish I could say the same about the classes tho.

Ugh!

I thought they’d be like totes easy or whatever but they’re actually really hard. So fucking hard.

And soooo boning.

Blerg!

Luckily the TA is like super nice and he’s really helping me with all his junk.

Anyways, I can’t wait until summer classes are over.

Ok. Fuck. This. Shit.

Fuck it! Seriously, I’m done.

I’m done with these lame ass classes that I don’t even understand. I’m done with having to give up my whole summer to sit in a boring lecture for no reason. I’m done with the douchey TA trying to stare at my tits. He just thinks he’s hot fucking shit cuz he’s a total dream or whatever.

Fuck it! I’m going shopping and then I’m going partying. Cuz that’s what summers are for!

*giggle*

Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Who needs to study when I can just suck a D to get a D. Right?

Totes!

I’m like, ya know, so smart.

*giggle*

Hey guys! So guess how I celebrated passing all of my summer classes?

*giggle*

I went blonde! Do you like it?

Well, know what they say. Blondes have more fun and I promised myself that I’m gonna have so much fun at college. Now that I got all my stupid prereqs out of the way I can start freshman year just like everyone else this fall.

But don’t expect to find me in the student center or library. I’m gonna hang out at the business school. That’s where at the hot guys are that’re gonna make tons of money when they graduate – real men with fast tracks to executive life and a corner office. Cuz I didn’t come to college to be some bro’s slampiece. I’m here to get my Mrs. degree and become a real trophy wifey!

Ugh, listen, Brad. We need to talk. It was probably a mistake to have a coworker as my roommate in the first place, but things are getting absolutely out of hand. You’re crossing too many boundaries in the office and in our apartment. Your friends make a huge mess whenever they come over and when they leave our place reeks of week. And I swear, one of them walked in on me in the shower on purpose.

And now you want me to cover this month’s rent because you spent all your savings on… a remote control?

I’m sorry but… but I think you should start looking for somewhere else to live. It’ll just be best for everyone.

*click*

Oooof, what happened? I feel all dizzy and… my… my voice sounds all funny. Brad, what happened. Are… are you standing on something? Why… why are you so tall?

OMG Brad did you do something with that remote?

You… you accidentally turned me into a copy of Paige? The intern from last year???

Well, like, change me back! Braaaad, I can’t be the intern. I’m Taylor! I’m leading a meeting tomorrow with clients. Pleeease.

What… what do you mean it’s not working. What am I going to tell the office??? ‘Hey guys, sorry I look like an adorable coed, feel free to check out my ass when i present the numbers’? Ugh!

What? You’ll cover for me at the meeting?

You know that’s a lot of work. Right?

Oh wow. Thanks, Brad. That’s actually really sweet.

Yeah, you said it. Everything will work out best for everyone

Hey Brad! Hope work isn’t too tough.

So I went to the yoga studio like you recommend and you were right! It felt soooooo goooood! I might even have to go shopping for a few more outfits if I keep this up.

OMG, you wouldn’t believe what happened. So, like, afterwards I went to Starbucks to get a cold brew and when they asked for my name — get this — I accidentally said Paige instead of Taylor! As if! Total blonde moment.

Anyways, today has been soooo nice. Ya know, if you want to take your time figuring out that remote or whatever, I don’t mind.

G’morning Brad! Hope you like the breakfast I made you. I know it’s just cereal, but you’ve been working so hard and I wanted to show you, like, my appreciation ‘n’ junk.

Do you like it?

Oh good!

…

Sooo… I was wondering. You used to have a crush on Paige or whatever, right?

Why am I asking? No reason. Just curious is all.

…

My outfit? Oh, well, I kinda ran out of clothes that fit me. Erm, that fit her. Her body. Ya know.

But don’t worry! I’m gonna head to the mall  today and get, like, a totally sweet new wardrobe. Just you see!

So what’dya think Brad? Pretty cute, right? I bet you wish Paige showed up to the office wearing this!

*giggle*

Oh, and check out this one!

It’s not too slutty, is it?

I don’t want people to look at me and think I’m, like, a total whorebag or whatever.

I’m want them to think that I’m just a cutie blonde Paige!

I mean, could you imagine all your bros coming over this weekend to watch football and have them realize I’m actually Taylor? It’d be a total disaster!

OK boys! We’ve got Miller Lite, Shiner and, uh… wait, what was I doing. OMG I am soooooo stoned y’all!

*giggle*

I can’t believe Taylor didn’t think y’all were fun, guys! She must be a real bee-eye-tee-see-aych, know what I mean.

Right, Brad? Taylor, your roommate? You must think she’s totally lame and stuck up, right?

I mean, I never met her, but I’d tell her to chill the eff out and have some fun now and then. Maybe there’s a reason it’s been a year since you’ve been with a guy, Tay! B’sides, it’s not like you’re getting any younger. You don’t want to end up like your Aunt Meg in Arizona, Tay!

Uh….

I mean, like….

I’m gonna go check on the brownies. If you cuties need anything, just page me. Get it! Cuz I’m Paige!

*giggle*

Hi, I’m Paige!

…

I’m Paige.

My name is Paige. What’s yours?

C’mon girl, get it together.

*ahem*

….

Like, my name’s Paige! What’s yours?

*giggle*

Taylor? Who’s that?

…

Taylor? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell.

Oh you mean Brad’s old roommate? I didn’t know her.

*hmmmm*

…

Oh, like, you mean Brad’s old roomie? I didn’t know him. Oh… her? Well, whatever.

Hehe, yeah.

*giggle*

…

Hi, I’m Paige, Brad’s roommate.

Like, hey, I’m Brad’s roommate, Paige.

Brad? Oh yeah, like, he’s my roomie.

He’s my roommate. Brad’s my roommate. My roommate. Just my roommate.

*hmmmmmm*

….

Oh yeah totes. Brad? Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.

OMG Paige you did not just say that!

*giggle*

Oh yeah! Brad’s such a sweet boyfie! He’s my boyfriend! I loooove sucking his diiiick, cuz he’s my boyfriend and all. Jeeez guys!

*giggle*

Hi, I’m Paige, Brad’s girlfriend!

*giggle*

Taylor? Who’s that?

Oh, you mean Brad’s ex-roommate. Yeah, I didn’t know him. He must’ve moved out before I moved in.

Her? Oh, sorry officer. Oopsies!

Well, if you have any other questions, just page me. Get it?

*giggle*

Bradlee! You’re making me all, like, confused and stuff. Why do you keep calling me Taylor? Did you have too much fun smoking with your friends tonight?

I’m Paige, r’member? You can call me Paige.

And I just… well… I thought that maybe I’d put on some makeup and like, ya know, just show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me, Bradlee.

Please.

Hey Bradlee! Surprised to see me? What’s wrong, can’t a girl drop in on her man during lunch? Yoga class got out early and I thought you might like the company.

And y’all must be my sweetie’s work friends. I’ve heard so much about you!

*giggle*

Remember me? I’m Paige. I was the intern two summers ago.

Hey Bradlee! Or should I start calling you daddy!

*giggle*

Don’t worry, I’ll still be able to serve up beer and snacks for your boys this weekend. Just no smoking in the house! I don’t want anything to mess with little Paige Jr. or Brad Jr.

Plus, you know how that makes me all woozy.

All woozy.

Uh… Brad… I don’t feel so good…

*Yaawwwwwwwwn*

Ugh, Brad. I was just dreaming about you. And… the old intern was there but… I was her or…. something. I dunno.

Ick, I can’t believe I fell asleep on the floor. This is how I know I’ve been working too hard.

Well… stop standing there like some slack jawed imbecile and help me up. I don’t want to catch any diseases that your friends might have tracked onto the floor.

Gross.

I’m going to go work in my bedroom. Please try to keep it quiet. I need to concentrate on stuff that really matters.

Unf. C-c-c-call me Paige, Bradlee.

I’m P-p-p-paige.

F-f-fer sure!

I’m *unf* Paige.

I’m Paige.

Fuck me Brad.

Nasha was a good girl. Or, at least, that’s what her boyfriend thought. He knew her as the goody-two-shoes, girl next door with the innocent face. I, on the other hand, was being sent pictures like this. I quickly got to know the real her: a sexy, naughty cocktease.

This went on for months. She’d sneak onto Tumblr when she told her boyfriend she was “doing homework” and she’d come talk to me. What started as some fun conversation became more involved, more personal, and more sexual. I became a constant in her life. Someone to confide in and someone to play with. I was her “Sir” and she was my “sweetheart”. Then I noticed that Nasha had developed a habit of purring when we chatted; both online and, as I later found out, in reality. The “meow” messages she’d send me when I called her a good girl echoed the purrs that left her lips as she slid her hand into her wet pussy. I had never thought of myself as a petplay kind of person, but something about this girl ignited something within me. Within a day or two, she was no longer my “sweetheart”, she was my “kitten”.

Then, one day, I got the message from Nasha:

“Hi Sir! Meowww. I’m ready. I want to meet you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I never expected this to happen. I asked about her boyfriend and she told me that the idea of cheating on him made it even hotter for her because he refused to embrace her sexual side. I agreed to meet her.

We met at a coffee shop near my apartment. She was amazing and, unsurprisingly, we hit it off right away. She told me she was tired of having to hide who she was. I offered her the best advice I could, which was to find what makes you happy. She bit her lip and asked if we could go back to my place.

All things considered, I should have guessed what was going to happen next. But, to be honest, she caught me off guard. I left the living room to make us some drinks and, when I returned I was completely shocked to see Nasha on all fours wearing nothing but some lingerie, a set of cat ears, and a tail.

“Meow,” she turned and smiled at me coyly, “do you like it, Sir?”

I was speechless. I shook my head in disbelief and said to her, “no, Nasha, I love it.”

“Not Nasha,” she corrected me, “I’m your kitten.”

She immediately crawled to me and nuzzled herself against my leg, purring the whole time. kitten ran the side of her face along the front of my pants; stopping to lick the growing bulge. She looked up at me when big, lust-filled eyes and I lowered myself down to her and kissed her passionately. I broke the kiss and stood, undoing my pants for her. She eagerly pulled them down and took my hard cock in her mouth. She sucked me with enthusiasm, only stopping to occasionally purr or lick me up and down.

I eventually pulled her up, planted another long kiss on her before putting her back on her knees. kitten turned herself around and wiggled her cute, round ass. I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue into her soaking wet pussy. As I licked and toyed with her clit, I could hear her purring.

“Mmmmm, meeowww. That feels so good, Sir. Please use your kitty’s pretty pussy. Prrrrr.”

I teased her hole with my cock, watching her reaction the whole time. “Have you been a good girl?” I teased her. She responded with a “meow” as she lowered her head to the floor and stuck her ass high into the air, making herself even more inviting. I slid into her waiting hole and fucked her hard, jiggling and spanking her firm butt, eliciting purrs and screams of pleasure from her.

When she could no longer take my cock from behind, she looked back and asked, “Sir, mmmm, please cum on my face. Prrr. kitten wants some milk.”

I smiled, appreciating the idea, and moved over kitten’s face. She sucked her juices off of me before I finally cum all over her face. She purred, wiped her face with her hand, and licked up her reward.

“Meow. Thank you, Sir. Can I have a bowl of milk now?” I looked at her, unsure if she was being serious, but she nodded to assure me.