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Career Moves (Part II) By Trisha It had been one month since Robert had been caught cheating by his witch-wife, Victoria, one month since she had transformed him into a hairless, cock-hungry crossdresser with long, polished nails and a one-inch penis. Since then he had been living in the apartment of Leonard and Billy, the two feebleminded janitors who worked at what used to be Robert's office building. That was when he had had it all. He had been a top executive with the second largest office at Richardson and Levy, Inc., owner of three cars (two German and one Italian), husband of a beautiful wife, lover of an even more beautiful mistress, and lord of a sixty room mansion in the hills. Now he was the fuck-toy and maid for Leonard and Billy, cleaning their apartment, doing their dishes, and cooking them meals when he wasn't sucking their cocks. Robert, who was now known only as "Candy," woke up and started off the day's routine. It was six o'clock in the morning, still dark, and Robert had only gotten five hours of sleep, but he couldn't lie still for another minute. He was restless to get at some cock and staying in bed between Leonard and Billy wasn't helping the situation. He was lucky he hadn't woken up earlier. His dick cravings would usually become so strong after three or four hours of not having any that his mind could think of little else. But as ravenous as he was to give head to Leonard and Billy, he knew he had to wait. They didn't go to work until ten thirty and Robert had learned from experience that they would get very angry and punish him if he woke them up before seven thirty. They easily had the upper hand on him, not just because there were two of them, but because they were both so much bigger than he was. They stood a foot and a half taller than him and probably outweighed him by a hundred and fifty to two hundred pounds. And Robert was only getting smaller. He hadn't noticed it at first, but everyday it seemed more and more evident until this morning, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was certain of it. He was definitely shrinking, in height and in weight. Of course, the loss of weight didn't surprise Robert in the least. Since Victoria had put him under her spell, he had been able to eat nothing but semen. His stomach would instantly reject anything else, from eggs to cauliflower to orange juice. He hadn't expected to live a full week, but it had been a month and he was still hanging on. In fact, though he was much thinner, he was not emaciated either. He still looked and felt healthy. That must be Victoria's doing, he thought. And so must have been the loss of height. Robert, who had not been very tall to begin with, had somehow shortened in stature by about six inches in the last thirty days. He was now barely five feet tall. Leonard and Billy towered over him like high, stone pillars. And yet even that wasn't the worst of Robert's changes. It wasn't enough for Victoria to turn him into a crossdressing, cum-craving fuck-toy for the enormous janitors. It wasn't enough that Robert's body had shrunk down to five feet and his dick down to an inch. None of that, apparently, was sufficient to satiate Victoria's vengeful mind. She had to take it even further. She had to start giving Robert the characteristics of a woman. Two weeks earlier, Robert noticed two small bumps growing behind his nipples. Every morning, he tracked their progress in horror until, by this morning, they had swelled into the size of a C-cup. His ass had taken similar strides toward femininity, becoming bigger and more round just as his waist was becoming smaller and leaner. Meanwhile, his hair, which at the beginning of the curse had been thinning and covered with a long, cheap, blonde wig, had now itself become long, thick, and blonde, reaching just to his shoulders and framing a face that was slowly losing its sharp, masculine features to soft, feminine ones. His voice, once a nice baritone, had also slowly been modified into a high soprano, adding to the effect. In brief, although his tiny prick had not changed since that first hour of Victoria's revenge, the rest of Robert's body (at Victoria's bidding, he was sure), was looking more and more like a woman. Needless to say, Leonard and Billy, who were already heavily attracted to Robert under Victoria's spell, liked him even more because of these changes. They refused to let him cut his hair or trim down his long fingernails or go a minute without makeup. They forced him to wear a bra and panties and often times lingerie and pantyhose. And they especially loved to see him in fishnet stockings which got them in the mood for fucking every time. They never got bored fondling his expanding chest and ass and would often do so all night in their sleep as he lay between the two giants in bed. But besides the undergarments, they gave him no clothes, telling him that, since he never left the house, he didn't need any. Robert walked around the house all day in whatever arrangement of bras, stockings, garter belts, etc. that they chose for him, an arrangement that might change three or four times a day depending on their temperament. They would not call him Robert, only Candy, and when he insisted otherwise, they would punish him, sometimes by spanking him and sometimes by refusing him sex which they quickly learned, even in their own foggy minds, was devastating to him. Most of his problems seemed to stem from that. Robert, though he severely hated himself for it, would do anything to get to their cocks. It went beyond obsession, perhaps beyond addiction. As soon as he stopped sucking one of them he would want more. As soon as one had stopped banging him in the ass, he would plead with them to do it to him again. He was a wreck, completely insatiable. Even now as he looked at his ever- morphing body in the bathroom mirror and contemplated what the rest of his miserable existence would be like, he could still not erase the influx of images in his head; images of Leonard's ten inch piece of meat glistening with Robert's own saliva as Robert (Candy) furiously polished it with his tongue and painted lips; images of Billy's nine incher snaking its way up Robert's ass, mercilessly sawing in and out, and crescendoing with a spray of hot semen that coated his insides. Robert shook his head, trying to shake it clear of the violent lust that filled it. How could this possibly be happening to him? Was Victoria really a witch? He certainly had every reason to believe so. He wished he were dead. He wished she had killed him. Robert had tried to think about killing himself, had even planned it a few times, but had always put it off until he could give one more blowjob, get one more grab at the two janitors' cocks. He took a cold shower and got ready for the big day. And today it really was going to be a big day. Leonard and Billy had told him the night before that they were taking him to Victoria's house this morning. Apparently, she had paid them well to "rent" Robert from them for a day. Robert was somewhat ambivalent about the matter. It would be nice to finally get out of the apartment, however, if it meant falling back into the clutches of Victoria again it wouldn't be worth it. There could be no goodwill intended on her part in taking him in. He would rather suck the guys' cock all day. At least he enjoyed that, though ashamedly. Who knew what Victoria would have in store for him? He got a headache thinking about the possibilities. Ultimately, it didn't matter. Victoria's supernatural powers had proven so omniscient that Robert had all but given up on the idea of ever evading her. Perhaps the only hope he had was that someday she would finally get bored with torturing him and leave him alone. After his shower, he started with his hair. Out of his whole morning routine, his hair took the longest, but he was getting used to that by now. After blow drying it and curling the ends just the way Billy liked it, he applied the makeup: hot pink lipstick, dark mascara, eyeliner, the works. For clothes, he put on a pair of red stockings, a red velvet bra, and four-inch black heel pumps. He had to look his best when Leonard and Billy woke up. If he cheated on his appearance at all, they would notice and take it out on him. He had to be careful. He took one last inspection of himself in the mirror, looking for something he might have done improperly. He no longer resembled a man in the least, he thought to himself. Minus his now pathetic excuse for a penis, he was all woman now. He went into the living room and checked the clock. 7:15. He still had fifteen minutes to go before he could wake up the guys. Pacing nervously around the room, he remembered to put on the coffee. That done, he still had ten more minutes. To pass the time, he grabbed the pink, rubber dildo that he kept under the sofa and absently sucked on it. It was an unworthy substitute for the real thing, but better than nothing at all. He prodded it back and forth inside his mouth, pressing it all the down his throat and trying to pretend that it was flesh. At seven thirty sharp, just as the sun began to shine through the windows, Robert was back in the bedroom, gently pulling aside Billy's half of the bedsheet and crawling between his two massive legs. Poking his tongue onto the underside of Billy's nuts, his let it drag upwards to the shaft as he lifted his head all the way into a backward nod. Billy's dick responded immediately, hardening into a pole as Robert wrapped his mouth around it. He licked up and down, making sure to get it wet with spit before plunging his face on top of it. Billy let out a small moan. "Good morning, Billy," Robert said in his high, girlish voice, massaging the huge cock with his hands. "Time for my big stud to get up." Robert pushed himself up to the head of Billy's dick, opened his mouth, and began sucking on it with the ferociousness of a hungry animal. He slid up and down, up and down, each time going a little further, taking just a little bit more into his mouth. The cock was so fat, he had to breathe through his nose and he could only do that when it wasn't shoved all the way down his throat. He took short, quick breaths, making him giddy and light-headed. Billy's man-meat was burning hot as if with a fever and just as red. Robert could feel the smooth, circumcised, knobby end glide back against the roof of his mouth, then forward to hit the hold of his throat. Robert had been a natural at deep throating, though that was probably an effect of Victoria's spell. Now Billy was grabbing the back of Robert's head which only meant one thing. Holding Robert tightly by the hair, Billy quickly pumped the sissy's mouth a couple of times and then stopped abruptly, just barely allowing Robert to get a breath in before the long, wide member pressed all the way forward and Robert's lips brushed up against Billy's nest of pubic hair. "Ohhhh," Billy cried out. A moment later, Robert felt the salty, creamy fluid squirt down his esophagus and into his belly. Billy held Robert in place until he was done, then carelessly yanked him off. "Mmmmm," Robert said, licking his lips and really meaning it. He thrilled at the taste of Billy's hot cum. "That was yummy, Billy. Thank you." "You're welcome," Billy said and got up to take a shower. One of the biggest problems that Robert found he had to deal with was not just that he felt a need to suck cock, but that he also enjoyed acting like a slutty girl. In fact, it heightened the experience so dramatically that he rarely if ever broke character around the two janitors. At the same time, Robert still had enough sense in him to realize what he was doing and feel ashamed about it. He was caught between two desires, one to be a respectable, heterosexual man, and one to be the sissy love-slave to Leonard and Billy. What's more, he didn't know if these feelings would ever resolve themselves. "Hey Candy," Leonard said, now awake. He had probably been woken up by Billy's groans. "Yes, Leo," Robert answered obediently. "Who are you?" Leonard quizzed him. "I'm Candy, silly," Robert giggled. "I'm your little cocksucker. I'm Leonard and Billy's little cocksucker." Robert seductively curled inside the big man's lap, letting him stroke and fondle him for a minute. They played this game nearly every morning. Whereas Billy was always the quiet type, Leonard always liked to talk. Before long, Robert was sitting on Leonard's lap, facing in and bouncing up and down on the ten inch dick that impaled him. "Oh Leonard! Oh Leonard! Oh Leonard!" Robert repeated over and over. Then: "Fuck me hard! I'm your little slutty sissy! Fuck me hard!" Leonard bent over a few degrees and sucked on Robert's burgeoning breasts as he squeezed both cheeks of the sissy's round ass with his hands. "Do you like that, you little whore?" he asked, squeezing Robert's ass harder. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" "Yes, fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me deep! Oh my God!" Robert was in a delirium as he bounced up and down on the dick, panting and pleading for more all the while. When he felt Leonard burst inside of him, he did not stop, but went even faster, getting in his last feel of cock for the morning. Finally, despite Robert's desperate attempts to prevent it, Leonard began to grow soft and threw the sissy unceremoniously off of him. "Go make me breakfast, bitch," he ordered. Robert hurried to comply. It really was going to be a big day. After they had ate, Leonard and Billy even gave him some clothes to wear to his "new job," a white, tight blouse and a short, cashmere skirt. And so, later that morning, at about ten o'clock, Leonard and Billy dropped Robert off at Victoria's house, what used to be Robert's house too. They parked in the long horseshoe driveway and got out. The place was much as he remembered, a big house (actually a mansion) on a big estate. The grounds were green and well-manicured, decorated with thick, lush hedges and tall fertile fruit trees. He saw Raul, the groundskeeper, and his assistant, Jose, pruning the limbs of an apple tree. They didn't recognize him, but they were interested in his arrival. Just one look and Robert knew that they were thinking of how to bag this new young woman who had come to the house. Raul stepped down from the ladder he was using to get up inside the tree and walked over to Robert and the boys. "Candy?" Raul asked. "Yes," Robert said. "Victoria is expecting you. I'll show you in," and began to escort Robert. Leonard and Billy, taking the hint, promptly left. The house was enormous, sixty rooms, equipped with a two story dining room, an indoor pool, and a living area half the size of a football field. After the foyer of the main door, this living area was the first room Raul and Robert walked into. Victoria greeted him in the room, coming through the back double doors with, of all people, Joel Kincaid, Robert's former rival a work. As they walked, they kept their arms around the other's waist and Robert realized immediately that they were now lovers. Each wore a broad, unabashed smile that said more of their thoughts and new relationship than any of their gestures or words. "Good morning Candy," Victoria called out. "Or is it noon yet? It's so good to see you again. You remember Joel Kincaid, right? He's our new executive vice at Richardson and Levy. You know, your old job." She turned to Raul. "You remember Candy, don't you Raul? She was once my husband?" Raul turned, his eyes widening in unbelief at the girl he brought in. After a brief lookover, Robert saw the spark of recognition in the groundskeeper's face. "How do you do, sir?" he said to Robert. "Oh, there will be none of that," Victoria laughed, playfully batting a hand at Raul. "Candy is not an employer anymore, but an employee. And only for the day. You'll be one of her supervisors." Now it was Raul who was looking at Robert with a broad smile. He understood the situation perfectly. "Really?" he asked without taking his stare away from the sissy. Robert inwardly cringed as he remembered the horrible way he had always treated the help, especially Raul and his assistant Jose, who had always been caught idling around when they should have been working. Robert had threatened to fire the two more than once. "He looks so much shorter," Raul observed coldly, as though Robert was no longer there. "And his face has changed." "Those are the hormones," Victoria lied. It was her supernatural powers that had done everything, of course. "Remarkable, isn't it?" "Miraculous," Raul said, still grinning. "And Candy is not a he," Joel corrected. "She's a she. Isn't that right, Candy?" "Yes, Mr. Kincaid," Robert said demurely in his high, female voice. "A she?" Raul asked. "You mean everywhere?" "Not quite everywhere, but very close," Victoria answered. She and Joel snickered at the joke. "Show Raul, Candy. Show him what's left of your manhood." There was no longer any doubt that Robert was broken. He knew that there was no way out of this and he had decidedly given up. Resistance would only make things worse. Of course, even Robert realized that this was exactly the effect that Victoria wanted. Robert carefully lifted his mini-skirt up his legs. Everyone watched with amazement and amusement as he pulled the lace panties down and revealed the remaining vestige of his dick. "Oh my God! It's tiny!" Raul exclaimed, putting a hand to his face to suppress a giggle. Victoria and Joel didn't care, however, and laughed from the bottom of their stomachs. "Is that the hormones, too?" Raul spat out. "No, no," Victoria said, reining in some over her control. "No, Candy was always like that," she lied. "I think that's one of the reasons why she became a woman in the first place. She never felt like a complete man." "How do you like your new life?" Joel asked Robert. "It's so wonderful," Robert answered with as much delight in his voice as he could. "I love being a woman." Not being told to yet do otherwise, he still held his panties down. "And how to you find Raul?" Victoria followed. "Do you find him attractive?" Robert looked at Raul. "Very much so." "What would you do with him, if you could?" "Whatever he wanted to do with me." "How about it, Raul?" Victoria turned to the groundskeeper. "Does Candy suit your taste at all? She's VERY willing." Raul looked at his former boos and regained his smile. "I guess I could use a blowjob." "Mmmmm," Robert hummed, taking his cue to release the hold he had on his panties and slide his hands over Raul's huge, muscular chest. Initiating the action, he slowly moved Raul over to one of the many couches in the room. "This is going to be so delicious. I can't wait to swallow you up." Meanwhile, as Robert was pulling out Raul's cock, an eight incher, and licking the precum from the end of it, Victoria and Joel took another couch just opposite. Obviously turned on by Robert's humiliation, they began passionately caressing each other, shifting quickly from heavy petting to getting naked. Before long, Victoria was on her hands and knees, playing with her breasts as Joel screwed her doggie-style. The position allowed them both to look in the same direction, namely the other sofa where Robert was satisfying Raul. "Oh this is so good," Victoria grunted as Joel banged her from behind. "You are so much better than Robert ever was. And so.much.bigger!" By then, Robert was nodding fully, up and down, on Raul's warm, precious cock, taking him all the way in and pulling al the way out in quick, graceful movements. His enthusiasm was twofold. He wanted to please Raul in any way he could, but he also wanted to finish as fast as possible and get all of this over with. "Now fuck me in the ass," Robert begged, gasping for air as he dared to remove the tasty prick from his mouth. "I'm your sissy-tramp!" Raul was only too happy to agree. Grabbing Robert by the hair, he jerked him to the couch and bent the sissy over. Robert's face, still wet with slobber from the blowjob he had been administering a moment before, was now driven into slick, silky upholstery of the sofa as he felt Raul's large hands snap down his panties and run over his ass to his hips. Then, with neither fanfare or warning, Raul plunged his throbbing meat into the small sissy, making Robert groan with both pleasure and pain. His ass now being pounded in a methodical, almost hypnotic rhythm, Robert turned his head away from the fine upholstery and looked across to Victoria, once his wife, now screaming out in ecstasy as Joel slammed his cock into her. "Christ, I'm coming," she cried out, half closing her eyes to accentuate the moment and letting her body fall into a shudder. Judging from his face, Joel was not far behind her in climaxing. "God Raul," Robert cooed. "Make me your little slut! I love feeling you up my ass!" That did it for Raul. It was only a few pumps later that Robert felt the hot, familiar load of sperm jettison into him, filling him up with sticky-sweetness. "Thank you, Raul," Robert said, catching his breath. "You were so good." Raul pulled out and zipped up his pants, then slapped the round ass in front of him that was still stuck out into the air. "You've got a good, tight ass, bitch," he said. "Thank you," Robert growled seductively. Victoria and Joel were done, too. They sat side by side, holding each other in the afterglow, one of Victoria's legs propped over Joel's knee. "You have the rest of the day off, Raul," Victoria told him. "You've more than earned it." "Thanks," Raul said and got up to leave. "And tell Jose to get ready," Victoria added as Raul left. Raul nodded to show he understood. "Very good, Candy," Victoria told Robert. "You make an excellent slut. But you are far from being done today." "What can I do for you now, Miss Victoria?" Robert asked, tugging his clothes together. Victoria smiled. "A lot actually. More than you could imagine. But you'll find out soon enough. For starters, let's start with Joel and I. You see, Candy, Joel and I are deeply in love. We can hardly keep our hands off of each other. We'd like to fuck all the time, but the problem is my pussy get so dirty every time and I don't like to fuck with a dirty pussy." Robert knew what she was getting at, but she spelled it out for him anyway. "I need you to come over here and lick me clean, Candy." With only a moment of hesitation, Robert got up from the couch and began to walk over to Joel and Victoria. But then Victoria stopped him with a hand signal. "Crawl," she ordered. Getting onto all fours, Robert gingerly crawled over to Victoria's waiting crotch. The last time he had seen it, he remembered, it hadn't been a pussy but a cock. Not it was a pussy again, much the way he remembered it from their marriage, except now it had another man's jizz inside of it. "Clean it out," Victoria told him. Sticking his slender tongue through the lips of his ex-wife, Robert began to dig in and scoop our small globules of Joel's semen, swallowing it down whenever there was enough to do so. He snuck a peak at Victoria who was now making out with Joel, her right hand on Joel's face, her left on the back of Robert's head, pushing it in further. To get at the deeper semen, Robert had to suck it out, gently vacuuming the fluid into a small flow that dribbled into his mouth. Victoria purred with delight. "That's enough," Victoria whispered quietly, enjoying the last few licks of Robert's tongue. She never took her eyes off of Joel. "Now I want you to clean him off." In two brisk slides, Robert moved over to Joel's lap. He didn't even have to raise his knees off of the carpet. Now crouched between Joel's two hairy legs, Robert blinked with surprise. He hadn't noticed before, but Joel's cock was enormous, bigger than Leonard or Billy's, probably over a foot in length and about the size of a soda pop can in girth. "Impressive, isn't it?" Victoria said, noticing Robert's alarm. "I didn't even have to use my powers to do it either. He's just that big. I should have ditched you a long time ago." "Clean it up, slut," Joel commanded, slapping Robert across the face just light enough to not leave a mark, but just hard enough to make the act insulting. "Yes, Mr. Kincaid," Robert said and began licking the sides of Joel's unspeakably large monster, removing all of the cum and pussy juice he could from it. Getting all of the shaft, he moved to the balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth before moving up to the mushroom-like head at the top. Widening his mouth to its fullest extent, he took the top in, something akin to a billiard ball, then slowly slid down half way. He couldn't take another inch. He could neither move or breathe, his mouth was so full of Joel's pulsating cock, and yet at the same time it turned him on so much that he couldn't help hum in his pleasure. "That's good enough," Joel said and pulled him off. "Now go get us some ice water," Victoria told him and Robert hurried to the sidebar. He returned a minute later with a tray and two tall glasses of the requested ice water. By that time, Joel and Victoria were fucking on the carpet, Joel on the bottom, Victoria riding on the top. They grunted and moaned at each other, seemingly not even noticing Robert's presence. "Holy Christ!" Victoria exclaimed. "You fuck SO good." Joel's big dick stretched her to an unnatural degree, but Robert guessed she only had to use her powers to accommodate the mammoth tool. Then she saw Robert. "Stand there and wait for us to finish, Candy," she told him. "We're going to be mighty thirsty when we're done." For the next twenty minutes they fucked in every position they could think of, doing it on the floor, doing it on the couch, doing it standing up. All the while Robert stood by, patiently waiting as he watched Victoria's face contort into expressions of all kinds of hedonistic joy. Finally, the two lovers climaxed. Once again, Robert ate out Joel's cum from Victoria's pussy and, once again, he cleaned off Victoria's juices from Joel's cock and balls. In the meantime, they sipped the water that they sissy brought them. But when Robert was done, they did not return to their violent lovemaking. Instead, Victoria told Robert to sit down and wait. Then, snapping her fingers, one of the far doors swung open. It was Jose, the other groundskeeper. He came in with what Robert first thought were two dogs on leashes, but what he quickly realized was only one dog, his former doberman, Max. The other dog was not a dog at all. It was Samantha, though she was hardly recognizable. Over his last month of hell, Robert had nearly forgotten her. Besides the stainless steel collar around her neck which connected to her leash, Samantha did not have a stitch of clothing on. She crawled around on her hands and knees, not much taller than the dog, and far less agile. She still had the snout and tail of a pig, the same that Robert had seen Victoria give her a month prior. But over that month, she had come even further in resembling that animal. "Pretty neat, huh?" Victoria said to Robert. "Since she's been here, I have lowered her metabolism and increased her appetite. She's been eating like the pig she is. And it shows." It certainly does, Robert thought. Samantha, he guessed, now weighed over three hundred pounds. Her arms hung with flab, her legs were now as big as Robert's torso, and her belly and breasts were three round orbs that arched to the floor. Her face, now double chinned, still kept its youthful appearance and, under those healthy golden locks of hair, might have still been considered pretty had it not been for the snout. She lumbered along on the floor, straining her leash at time, but generally remaining docile. "Miss Piggy?" Victoria called out to Samantha. "You remember Candy, don't you?" "Yes," Samantha answered, somewhat malevolently. She snorted. Victoria had apparently given her the power of speech back. Victoria explained. "As you undoubtedly remember, Candy, I had Piggy's intelligence reduced to that of a dirt wallowing creature that she is. But after the first week of prancing her around the house, I realized that it just wasn't as much fun that way. What would be more fun, would be to do to her what I've done with you, that is to make sure she knows and understands just how filthy of an animal she has become. So, although her desires for food and sex have degraded her to a beastly level, her mind remains human and cognizant. Isn't that just genius?!" "You fucking cunt!" Samantha roared at Victoria. "Oh yes," Victoria sighed. "She despises me. And her hatred is almost as great as her appetite. Almost. Jose, she's getting cranky again. Why don't you feed her and the dog. Leave them here though. I want Candy to watch." Samantha's face, full of anger and disgust, watched as Jose tied the leashes he was holding to a post on one of the couches. Then he left the room to go to the kitchen. Robert studied Samantha who was paying him no attention whatsoever. Instead, she was staring as Joel's semi-erect cock with unhidden lust, reaching under the fat of her belly to play with herself as she did so. "Samantha loves Joel's cock," Victoria said proudly, grinning at Joel. "If she sees it, she can't stop looking at it. Of course, I've made sure her sex drive is through the roof, much like yours. But, unlike you, she will never get to so much as touch Joel. No, not even a taste." Jose came back out of the kitchen carrying to dog bowls, one with the inscription "Max" on the side and the other with "Miss Piggy." As he set them down in front of their respective owners, Robert saw that they both contained soft dog food and gravy, though Samantha's bowl had considerably more in it. The two leashed creatures fell instantly upon their meals, devouring them as fast as they could. Samantha didn't even use her hands, but, like the dog, simply lowered her mouth down to the bowl and at it straight. For the next minute or two all was silent except for the series of muffled snorting, grunting, and smacking that Samantha gave off as she ate and the occasional wisecrack from the giggling Joel and Victoria about "Piggy's fat ass." Then the dog and the pig-girl finally finished eating. "More!" Samantha demanded, her face twisted up in anger, her snout and her chin dripping with gravy. "More! More! More! More!" she repeated. "Food or cock?" Victoria asked her. "Ffoo-" Samantha started, but, spying Joel's dick, changed her mind. "Cock!" she yelled out and grabbed at Jose's zipper. Jose, disgusted, shooed her away. "I choose cock!" Samantha yelled. "Well, it won't be Jose," Victoria told her. "He's not in the mood today." "I've got to have some cock right fucking now, you bitch! Give it to me!" "Calm down, Piggy. Calm down." Victoria's voice was soothing, as if speaking to a temper throwing child. "You have a choice today. That's much more than you usually get, isn't it?" "Hurry up, goddamn it." Samantha was growing very indignant, but still looking pathetic on all fours. "You can either have Candy or Max. It's your choice." "I'm not fucking a dog!" Samantha sneered at her, red with anger. "Just because you make me act like some animal doesn't mean I want to fuck one!" "So you're picking Candy?" Samantha looked for the first time at Robert. There was malice in her eyes and he knew she blamed him for all of this. "I guess so," she muttered. Robert just stared at them blankly, uncertain as to what to do. He turned to Victoria for guidance. "It's your honors," she said, laughing and gesturing to Samantha who was now turning around to face the other way so that Robert could enter her from behind." "Hurry up and fuck me!" Samantha demanded irritably, ending her sentence with a squealish grunt. "Fuck me now." Robert lowered to the floor and got behind Samantha. Her ass seemed to take up his entire scope of vision. Worse, he was too short and had to push her legs out some to get her to match with his waist. Of course, the worst part was his penis, a useless one inch erection. "Fuck me!" Samantha cried, bumping her two large buttocks up against him. "Fuck me now, you worthless sissy-faggot!" Robert pulled out his small member and pressed it against Samantha's backside. He pushed as hard as he could, but it wasn't enough, just as he figured it would be. His dick was too small and her ass was too much for him to even reach her pussy. Victoria and Joel (as well as Jose) were now rollicking with laughter at the sight before them. Robert grabbed the top of the pig-girl's huge butt with his diminutive hands, digging in with his long fingernails and pulling with all his strength, but it was no use. Victoria had once told him that he would never fuck Samantha again and now she had made it physically impossible. "Goddamn it, Robert! You little sissy fuck!" Samantha shouted in her humiliation. "I can't," Robert said and rolled away back to the couch. Samantha, desperate now, attempted to crawl to Joel and Victoria's couch, but she only made it as far as her leash would let her. "Please, Victoria, please!" she begged, her double chin quivering. "It looks as though Candy is incapable," Victoria mused. "I guess if you really want to be fucked today, you have only one option left. That is, if Max is still willing." "Not the dog!" Samantha protested, shaking her head. "I need it bad, but not the dog. Oh my God! Please!" "It's Max or nothing," Victoria told her adamantly. "You have ten seconds." "Give me the dog!" Samantha quickly answered, now not even hesitating. She knew she had no choice. "I'm not convinced you really want it." "Please, Victoria. Please let the dog fuck me. I can't stand it any longer." "Do you mean it? "Yesssss!" Smiling triumphantly, Victoria snapped her fingers and a moment later Samantha was granted her wish. The doberman flew into an instant rut and hopped on the fat girl's back, entering her with the help of Samantha's eager, guiding hand. Robert impotently sat by and watched as his once beautiful mistress squealed and snorted in ecstasy as Max, Robert's former dog, bucked away at her from behind in true doggie style. "Oh God! Oh God!" Samantha shrieked in her excitement, no longer caring what was giving it to her. But Robert didn't get to finish watching the show. All of a sudden, he felt Jose plop down next to him on the sofa. He pulled his erection out of his pants and ordered Robert to "start sucking." By the time Robert lifted his mouth off of Jose's cock a few minutes later, semen running down either side of his chin, the dog was done with Samantha. Samantha, who still wanted more, desperately sucked on Max's dick to get the animal aroused again. But it was no use. Jose got up and led them both away. "Go clean yourself off now, Candy," Victoria told Robert. "Tonight's the big event for you and you need to be ready." "Big event?" "Should be tell her?" Victoria asked her lover, Joel. "Tell her half," Joel said. "Half then," Victoria grinned, turning to Robert. "You see, Joel and I have been discussing this for a long time, trying to figure out how best to deal with you. We eventually came up with something of a plan. All of these weeks leading up to today have been training for you. You've passed all of our little 'tests' and I think now, Candy, you're ready for the big event." "And what is that, Miss Victoria?" "Well, you've proven to be such a wonderful cocksucker." Robert blushed. ".I'm bringing over all of the male members of our board of executives tonight, junior and senior. All sixteen of them. "We're going to let them have their way with you. Aren't you excited?" "Yes." "Go get cleaned up then. In the first guest bathroom (you remember where that is, right?), you will find everything you need, including your outfit." Robert left the room, turning back only once, just as he got to the door. Victoria and Joel were already kissing passionately again. Robert didn't remember ever having that intensity with her, even when they first started dating. The curious thing about the "big event" as Victoria called it, was that Robert truly was looking forward to it. In fact, his mouth watered at the prospect. Sixteen cocks all at once! Each one prodding him in the face or the ass or wherever it could find skin, each looking to find its own special attention. And Robert would give them all attention. He didn't know what he would do with them all, but he couldn't wait to try. What did it matter that it was the board of executives of Richardson and Levy, the board he used to be the head of (now giving head to)? What did it matter that they would know who he was and what he had become? What would it matter that most, if not all of them , had some sort of grudge against Robert and probably looked forward to degrading him down to a twenty dollar whore. It didn't matter. Robert couldn't wait to get to all of those men, to fuck and suck his way with them for hours and drain their cocks dry. He couldn't wait to wallow in the puddle of cum they would make for him. He couldn't wait for this "big event" and he resolved to himself that he wasn't going to feel any shame for it either. Victoria had taken all of the joys from his life and replaced it with this one thing, fucking other men, and if that was all that was left to him to enjoy in life, then that was all he could do. He would show those board of executives the time of their lives. And so Robert went to the bathroom and began to get ready. Victoria left a set of clothes out and a list of things to do to prepare. Robert followed the list precisely, first taking a bath in the large, semi-spherical bathtub. The water felt warm and relaxing, gliding easily over his smooth, hairless skin. In this atmosphere, under these circumstances, he felt that he could finally begin to appraise and appreciate his morphing body. Being a woman, or mostly so at least, was beautiful. His face had softened, becoming pretty, almost unrecognizably female. He looked like a young teenage girl, perhaps on the verge of graduating high school. He gently rubbed over his firm, budding breasts, so perk and suckable. His stomach was lean and his ass was curvy and feminine. His legs were thin and, though he had shrunken in overall stature, they had become proportionately longer than they had before. He even liked his feet, which were very pretty an petite. The only discrepancy that remained was his penis, small and useless. He had trouble admitting it even to himself, but he secretly hoped that Victoria would eventually make him all woman so that he might enjoy himself completely with Billy and Leonard and other men. Perhaps when she was done toying with him like this, she would grant that one small wish. Perhaps it was already her plan and that was the other half of the big event that Joel had alluded to. After the bath, Robert stripped and repainted his nails, both for his fingers and his toes. Victoria had left him only one color to use, electric blue, which was a little gaudy and slutty, but that was probably why Victoria had chosen it. Robert liked it, probably for that reason too. The makeup went along the same lines: blue eyeliner, peach blush, pink lipstick. And the outfit, six inch stiletto heels, black pantyhose, and a tight, short black leather dress that pushed out his boobs and showed off his ass, was the final stroke of Victoria's slut masterpiece. When it was all over with, when Robert had taken his long bath, painted his nails, did his face, dressed, and primped his hair, it had taken him just over three hours. By the time he entered the dining room, it was five o'clock. The dining room was the type that most people only see in the movies, a long, thirty seat oak table inside an even longer hall. A crystal chandelier hung from the top, illuminating the rich, stone walls to its sides and the plush Turkish rug beneath it. Victoria and Joel sat at one end of the table which was set, Robert, counted, for eighteen. "There you are, Candy," Victoria greeted him as he came in. "Why you're just in time. The guests should be arriving in about a half an hour." "I hope you're rested," Joel warned him. "You'll be very busy running back and forth, getting everyone's dinner for them. Unfortunately you're going to have to do it all yourself. There's no one else here but the cook so you're our only server." "That's fine, Mr. Kincaid," Robert said. "I don't mind." "Good, now be a good girl and get us some champagne. This is going to be a night to remember." Robert flirtingly smiled and went into the kitchen to get some champagne. Inside, the cook, Joseph, was preparing the meals. Joseph, who had probably been prepped, recognized him. "Sir? Is that you?" "I'm Candy now," Robert said, going to one of the refrigerators to get the bottle. But before he got there, he felt compelled to stop and turn. Joseph was looking very good and Robert was getting very hungry. A minute or so later, the sissy was giving the cook a blowjob, making sure not to muss up his makeup and hair or start a run in his pantyhose. All of that would happen soon enough on its own. Between Robert's skilled lips, Joseph did not last long and Robert took extra care in swallowing every drop of jizz so it wouldn't stain his dress. He was going to look his best for dinner. "What took you so long?" Joel asked when Robert finally came back out with the champagne. "I started talking with Joseph," he answered bashfully, not quite wanting to admit what he had just done despite the fact that they had seen him do worse and probably knew anyway. In fact, they did. "Wow, Candy," Victoria laughed. "You can't be around a man for a minute without wanting so suck him off, can you? I did my job better than I thought." "She must be bored with the lack of variety she gets at home with Leonard and Billy," Joel deducted. "Not at all," Robert protested. "She will get plenty variety tonight," Victoria said. "Go help Joseph in the kitchen. With the meals." When Robert and Joseph finished fixing the salads a few minutes later, the guests were starting to arrive. They came punctually and in groups and soon they were all there. Robert looked out at the excited men and got nervous. He didn't want to screw this up. He brought out the salads and the drinks first, going to each executive to make sure he was taken care of properly. He knew them all, of course, being their boss only a month before. They knew him, too, Victoria making sure of that. But they also knew why they were there. At nearly every stop, Robert felt a pinch or pat on his behind or had a hand run up his leg. It seemed almost covert at first, under the table or when no one was looking, but at the same time there was no question as to what was really going on. Robert flirted back, sitting on their laps and wiggling his ass or casually rubbing their erections when he sat their beer in front of them. This went on for the rest of dinner while Robert brought our soup, pheasant, rice, and other courses, whatever the guest wanted and the cook could make. Meanwhile Robert was getting so horny, he felt as though he were near critical mass. The executives must have felt much the same way because their grabbing and touching was increasing in frequency and duration. Everyone commented on how sexy he was and how great the hormones were working. But there was also a lot of viciousness in their words and Robert knew they couldn't wait to sodomize their former boss. Victoria and Joel just sat at the end of the table, beaming with delight at the spectacle before them. They couldn't have seemed happier. Finally, dinner was over and Robert took all of the dishes away. As he came back to replenish everyone's drinks, Victoria stood up. "And now for dessert," she announced. Everyone laughed. They knew what she meant. "Candy" Robert put his tray next to Joel and pranced around the table excitedly, jumping up and down and finally falling into the arms of Brandon, a six foot three tall blonde executive who had been with the company since graduating college. Robert had known Brandon for years. At one time they had even been good friends. But now all Robert wanted to do was be taken by this man in every way possible. He started kissing the executive's neck and ear, completely into his lust, when suddenly, he stopped. Everyone was cheering and yelling and crowding around, pulling their hard-ons out for Robert, just as he had fantasized they would, just as he had been craving for them to do. But, all at once, his desires left him. He looked now at the cocks not with greedy expectation, but with utter revulsion. It was as though his heterosexuality had been completely restored. It had. He looked at Victoria, now beaming more radiant than ever, and knew that this was her work. This was the other half of the big event. Victoria had taken his last joy away from him. Robert bolted for the door, thinking only of running, but not knowing where he might run to. He almost made it to the end of the room when an explosion of searing pain erupted inside of him, dropping him to the floor. It was the most excruciating feeling he had ever had in his life. It burned like a white flame inside of him. And then it was gone. When he looked up, Victoria was kneeling beside him. "What's the matter, Candy?" she mocked. "Don't you want to play? You seemed so eager before." "You fucking bitch," Robert gasped, but the next moment was sent into another fit of pain. "Does that hurt?" she whispered to him. Everyone else was out of earshot. The pain subsided. "That's what you'll get each time you don't act the way you're supposed to." "And how am I supposed to act?" Robert asked, though he already knew the answer. At this point, he was just buying time. "Very simple. Just as you were before. Just like a little cocksucking girl named Candy. You see, it's much more fun for me if you actually act out as a sissy slut against your will. If you're enjoying yourself, it defeats my purpose. Now get up and entertain these men the way they expect to be entertained. The way you would have entertained them before. I know you know how to do it.." Then, to drive his situation home, Victoria gave Robert one more shock of pain. It tore threw his entire body like a hundred red hot pokers had been stabbed through his chest. He tried to scream in agony, but found he had no breath to. Then it was just as suddenly gone again. Robert panted heavily, his little chest rapidly heaving up and down as he lay on the floor. "And remember, Candy, these shocks are mild. I can do much worse so don't test me." Victoria walked back to her seat at the table and, after taking a moment or two to recover, Robert got up and walked to the table also, only he went to the gang of men at the corner of the table. He paused before them, unsure as to what to do, but glancing at the narrowed eyes of Victoria, he knew that he needed to do something fast. He felt another attack of pain about to come as one who is hit by lightning first feels the static charge. He went back to Brandon first, who he had just run away from, and started rubbing his chest. "You guys are so hot," he moaned in his high, girlish voice, and dropped to his knees. "Suck it, sissy, suck it," Brandon ordered as Robert brought the hardened member to his lips. This is nothing, Robert tried to tell himself. He had wanted to do it just one minute earlier so why should he not be able to do it now? He closed his eyes and crammed the meat into his mouth. He wanted to gag, but knew that he wouldn't. No, he had gotten too used to sucking cock and too good at it to start gagging. "Mmmmm," he said, pulling it out and rubbing it against his face. "You're delicious." Other cocks now appeared in his face and he sucked them too, licking and jerking off the dicks as fast as he could. Soon they had him laying on the corner of the table. Desmond, a twenty-seven year old junior executive got on the table with him and pulled down his pantyhose. "Look at it," Desmond laughed, pointing at Robert's penis and everyone took a quick look. "It's like a pencil eraser or something," Travis said and the room shook with laughter. Soon everyone got back into position, a line to get at Robert's mouth and a line to get at his ass. While Robert bend his head out past the edge of the table to lick the dicks hanging above his face, Desmond plugged him in the ass, right there on the table. Robert winced in the pain it gave him, a pain much harder to take without the counteracting pleasure Victoria had just taken away from him, but pain which was nevertheless much less severe than Victoria would give him if he didn't cooperate. "Fuck me, Desmond," he panted in between sucking cocks. It wasn't hard for him to remember what to say and do. "Use me like your whore!" Just at that moment, one of the cocks he was jerking off, belonging to a forty something senior exec named Todd, began to spray on Robert's chest and neck, coating him with jism. "Thank you, Todd," Robert managed to cry out. "Now let me lick you clean." Todd moved in one step to comply and Robert removed the light film of cum from his dick with his lips. He was just moving on to Jack's hard-on when he felt Desmond blow his load inside of him. Sam, one of the senior executives and lawyers for the company, quickly took his place, jamming his tool up Robert's ass without a word. "Oh fuck!" Robert called out, tilting his head back more, but it was out of misery and not enthusiasm. Still, he had to pretend. "Fuck me hard, Sam." "You, like that, don't you, you sissy-bitch?" Sam asked menacingly. "Yes!" Robert lied. "More! More!" Another spray of semen splattered across Robert's face, even as he still had Jack's cock in his mouth. The shooter, who turned out to be the junior executive Rex, stepped forward and finished jizzing all over Robert's cheek. To his horror, Robert realized that he hadn't even touched Rex yet. These guys are so horny that they were going to be coming back for seconds, and probably even thirds, he thought. This is going to go on all night! His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed Todd, the first one to cum, already standing at the back of the crowd of men, waiting his turn with a hard-on. Then Jack grabbed both sides of his head and Robert felt him blast his man-goo down his throat like a firehose. He thought of making another run for it, but only briefly. He knew it would be pointless and only cause him more pain in the end. He would have to ride this out and then, who knew, maybe Victoria would let him go. When Sam pulled out of his ass and came all over his stomach, Robert stepped down from the table and got on his hands and knees. Travis came around to his backside. Robert started blowing the next dick, Peter's. When he was done, he moved to Lawrence. Then Jay. Then Rich. Then David. Meanwhile, Logan and Ted took turns fucking him in the ass. Finally, after forty-five minutes, Robert had gone through them all. Once. An hour and a half later, the third round begun and none of the executives had yet dropped out. Robert figured he still had four or five more rounds to go before the younger ones would be completely spent. Victoria apparently agreed. He heard her cackling in the corner like the witch she was. "Hopefully we'll finish by morning," she said loudly so that the now cum-soaked sissy could hear her over his own grunting and slurping. "By then Leonard and Billy will come to pick you up. I guess I'll take pity on you and give you back your cock addiction then. But really that is only to keep you busy and well-trained. I expect to call on you again someday. I suspect many of these boys will want to, too."