"Seriously, it's such bullshit." Devon groaned. "Half of my clients are old men who don't even know how to use their phones. I'm sick and tired of wasting my time on those bastards."
"You're seriously gonna complain about work to me?" Megan laughed. "Those 'bastards' are the rich clients that spend five figures with us on a monthly basis. I would kill to have a client like that! But instead I'm stuck with the brats who'd rather ask me what I'm wearing than talk business."
"Yeah. I guess that would suck." Devon nodded, biting his tongue. He'd heard rumours that Megan was getting a promotion. He could only imagine it was because of her looks, as she had only a few years of experience. But he wasn't brave enough to say it to her face. Then again, judging by the look on her face, she seemed to be reading his mind.
Her eyes flashed white. Devon wanted to run, but couldn't find the strength to move. Megan was looking him dead in the eyes. You think I got where I am because of my looks? Well lets see what you can achieve with my life!
Another flash of light in her eyes and Devon felt a sudden rush of movement behind him. He was falling, no, flying through an endless void of darkness. Then, just as suddenly as it started, he was back in the office. But he was alone.
Was it all a nightmare? If that were the case... Why did he still feel a little... strange? He could smell Megan's perfume in the air, like a lingering memory of that crazy dream. And in an attempt to shake it from his mind, he dove right into his work. But after only a few minutes, that feeling came back. Something wasn't right. That was when he noticed the red nail polish on his fingers.
"Holy shit!" He gasped, covering his mouth in shock at the sound of his new voice. "I'm Megan!!"
His attention swiftly moved down to his chest. The blue shirt of hers showed a little bit of cleavage, but now he had full access. He didn't have to steal glances when she bent over the desk anymore. One button at a time, he uncovered his new chest. Megan's tits were incredible, made all the more enticing by the laboured breaths brought on by Devon's arousal. He was getting horny. A heat was taking over. And even though he knew he should get back to work, he wanted to play with Megan's body a whole lot more.
"What the fuck is this!?" Came a loud and familiar voice. "It's been less than an hour!"
Devon hadn't thought about where Megan was in his body. Turns out she went to a meeting on his behalf and came back to the office to find him having way too much fun with her body. In fact, he was just seconds away from pulling down her panties and playing with his wet new pussy. His body was now aching for attention.
"You know, you'll get yourself a reputation around the office." She smirked. "People will start to think you're nothing but a piece of ass."
Devon sighed. "That's ridiculous. I'll be the same hard-working guy I've always been."
"But you're not a guy anymore. Actually, you're not even working the same position anymore. I managed to convince the higher ups that you've been struggling with your workload and, long story short, they decided to change your role into an assistant position!" Megan smiled, getting a little too close for Devon's comfort. Yet she didn't stop there. "I've been a guy for less than an hour and I've already received far more than I could achieve with these tits."
Her hands rested on Devon's chest. The warmth, the gentle rub against his nipples. He was already so worked up. But the moan caught them both off guard. He blushed. Megan, on the other hand, took it as an invitation to push her luck. Her hands began to gently massage the breasts that used to belong to her. Devon squirmed slightly but ultimately lacked the strength, or maybe willpower, to pull away.
"Enjoying your new role?" She teased. "With my new promotion, I can hire two more assistants. So you won't need to worry your slutty little mind about work."
"Wait. No, I... I don't..."
"It's always been your dream to earn a living without having to work. I bet you were picturing being the big boss and delegating your workload onto the poor suckers beneath you, but now... Now you get to be the 'sucker'."
"Woah! What the fuck are you doing!?" Devon gasped, as Megan pulled out her cock. "What the fuck!? Th-that's not-"
Megan burst out laughing as she stroked her enhanced cock. "Imagine my surprise when I found out you were all talk and no substance. A little bit of extra magic and now I'm more of a man than you ever were."
Devon stared at it in amazement. "It's fucking huge! But why did you bother? I thought this was just for the day?"
"What gave you that idea?" Megan smirked. "If you want to earn you're dick back, you've got to work for it. That's what it's like to be in a woman's world."
She took his hand and guided it to her cock. Devon pulled away immediately. "You can't do this! That's sexual harassment! I could sue you! You'd lose your job!"
"Well... If you decide to go down that route, just remember... I can swap bodies with you in the blink of an eye. So if you try to burn me, you're just burning yourself." Her voice sounded even deeper than Devon's once was. It carried more menace. "Now do you want to be Megan; the assistant, or Megan; the unemployed girl desperate to make money for rent?"
He thought. With a body like Megan's, what would that future look like? Sure, he could join a new company, but there was no way he'd make as much money. It'd take years to get where Megan got herself. Of course, there was another option. But that would be no better than his 'duties' as Megan's assistant. Images of dancing on a pole flooded his mind, along with glimpses of the men he'd have to service. Perhaps this was truly the best option, even if he dreaded to do what Megan required of him.
She didn't push him any further, letting him work himself up to the task at hand. He started by grasping from the base, hoping it would look less intimidating. But in his delicate little hand, Megan's cock looked even bigger. It throbbed in his hand. Megan watched.
"I don't know if I can-"
"I didn't think I'd need to do this, but you need a little persuasion." Megan snapped, her eyes flashing white once more.
Devon winced, expecting some sort of punishment, not that his predicament could get much worse. At least, that's what he thought until he noticed his hand was moving up and down Megan's cock. He couldn't stop himself. Megan smiled triumphantly.
"I like my assistants to follow orders. Now you don't have a choice." She explained. "Now show me how much you need to keep this job."
He couldn't stop. His mind flooded with more images. How he could really show Megan. Then, just as the image popped into his head, he felt himself move closer until his mouth was wrapped around her enhanced cock. There was no chance he could stop it now. And Megan was growing more confident in her own role.
"That's right, slut. Suck my cock!" She groaned.
"Mmmph mmm mmph!" Devon replied, unable to pull away.
"What's that? You love my cock?" Megan teased.
She was just as surprised as Devon when he started sucking more passionately. He was consumed with more than a compulsion now. He couldn't get enough of her cock. The taste, the heat, the hardness. It became the greatest thing in his life, much to his shame. With his new passion, Megan felt herself getting close."
"Take it, bitch. Don't waste a single drop of your master's cum." She ordered, grasping the back of Devon's head.
The cum shot into the back of his throat. Megan hadn't commanded him to love it, but he found himself savouring it like a fine wine. His tongue continued to lick and tease her cock, as the final spurts of cum filled his mouth. And despite not particularly enjoying the cum itself, he loved receiving a gift from his Master's glorious cock.
