Affirmative Action Part 4
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Jane arrived at the office early as she'd always made a habit of doing,
and poured herself her first coffee of the day. Funny, she smiled to
herself as she sipped it, how the little things had stayed the same. All
in all she felt she was more or less the same as she'd been before, just
with an altered perception about a few, mostly sexual, things. She'd had
her eyes opened to the pleasures a man could give, and the benefits of
being a gorgeous enough woman to be on the receiving end of that on a
daily basis.
Not to mention from someone as smoking hot as Michael. She knew he had
his other girls on the side, the various members of the apparent harem
he was forming, but she still counted herself lucky to get so much of
his attention. It sure beat being being Jim and having to go out fishing
for average-looking women with which to have what she now considered
extremely mediocre sex.
As if summoned by her lascivious thought train, Michael's hand lightly
clasped Jane's shoulder from behind, and she turned to face him, smiling
seductively. She leaned forwards and parted his lips with her tongue.
They kissed sensually for a brief time that felt like an eternity to
her, before he gently pushed her back a little. She held the smile in
place, excited and warm inside from the intimacy, and said, "Mmm, good
morning, Michael."
He gave her a brief smile and replied, "Good morning, Jane. I think
there's someone else who'd appreciate a quick greeting, too." With that
he grabbed her shoulders, with both hands this time, and pushed her down
onto her knees, Jane not resisting in the slightest. She let his dick
out of his pants and ran her tongue along its length as it stiffened to
rigid attention. She caressed the head with her tongue and lips for a
short while before leaning in to take the length of it in her mouth and
throat. He grabbed the back of her head and began pumping her up and
down his shaft.
She gobbled his dick down in this fashion with a burning hunger for a
scant few minutes before he grunted and released. He released her head,
but her full lips remained wrapped tightly around the end of his cock as
she gulped down his load. He let out a contented sigh, as happy with his
creation as the day he'd formed her, and zipped himself back up. She
licked her lips clean and stood up, tidying her hair up as best she
could, and Michael nodded wordlessly to her before heading back to his
office. Jane for her part hungrily watched him go, wanting more, but
merely returned to her new desk, trying her level best to ignore the hot
wetness in her loins.
The previous night around the dinner table, an impromptu war council was
being held. Stephen and Denise had invited Angie and her mystery
boyfriend over for a meal, and Stephen had been a little surprised to
discover that she was dating Andrew Davis, a quiet, almost reclusive man
from their office. He'd been surprised that Angie was dating at all,
given what he took to be utter disinterest on her part in that sort of
thing, but Denise had merely swatted the back of his head playfully when
he'd said as much to her. Apparently they'd been dating for months -
Stephen certainly hadn't noticed anything at the office, but maybe in
the end he'd been the oblivious one. Still, as far as he knew, this made
Andrew her first boyfriend.
Thanks to Andrew's presence however, Stephen and Denise were even more
keen to bring up the issue of the new boss and his sleazy employment
methods. This time, Stephen wasn't laughed at and dismissed with eye-
rolling skepticism, but instead found he had Angie and Andrew's rapt
attention. When he was finished outlining his major suspicions and the
things he'd noticed that aligned with them, both Angie and Andrew were
nodding at him.
The normally subdued, almost nervous Angie replied with something
resembling a real fervor. "Don't think I haven't noticed, Stephen. It's
shocking, really, that we've lost so many long-serving colleagues over
what is so clearly sexist and objectifying hiring practices. I'm all for
affirmative action and the easing of women's access to the jobs they're
qualified for, but the only credentials I'm seeing from these
replacement employees are their physical assets. That woman who took
over from me looked like she spent more time tailoring her lifestyle to
maintain her looks than she ever has poring over contractual details."
Angie paused to sip her red wine again. "Not that I'm not grateful for
the opportunity to prove myself. That blundering idiot Jim left his
position in a real mess, and I doubt whether he was ever really taking
the work very seriously. It always seemed like he was so interested in
where he saw himself going that he neglected to pay proper attention to
where he was right then and there. In just the hours I've had at his old
workstation I've closed the files on projects he's been overseeing for
weeks." Denise smiled approvingly at Angie. She was visibly enthused by
her promotion, and - perhaps in part because of the wine - her newly
rediscovered confidence was a relief to Denise, who worried on occasion
about her friend's self-esteem. She smiled due to that, and because
Denise always found it amusing when this ruder, more outspoken side of
Angie came out after a few glasses of wine.
"But you won't catch me showing my gratitude for the opportunity outside
of my continued work ethic, I can tell you that. Some of the other women
in the office... have you noticed? They've been tarting themselves up as
if to compete with the new arrivals, some of them have even had surgical
work done! It's ludicrous and utterly self-degrading." She put a small
portion of the braised duck into her mouth, chewed briefly, then
swallowed and put her fork back down. "You'd think our new boss was some
kind of adonis, the way they all fawn over him."
Michael's an adonis, Angie thought that next evening as he withdrew his
finger from where it had been penetrating her forehead. She licked her
lips and they curved up into a wicked smile. Her eyes traced the outline
of his chest down to his manhood, across the tight suit under which they
hid. Michael only grinned back, that smile that had irritated her
before, but now only served to excite her, spreading warmth outwards
from her crotch, throughout her entire body. "How do you feel, Angie?"
Michael asked, knowing full-well the kind of answer she'd give.
"Liberated," she said, shaking her hair free from the pony tail that had
restricted it, "set free, released from all my silly hang-ups and my
stuffiness. I felt you take them all and toss them out, before opening
my eyes to... all this." She rubbed her hands down her form sensually, and
Michael chuckled to himself. He wasn't quite done with her yet. He
pulled her close and she stepped into his embrace, wanting to hold
herself against him, but instead felt a tightly knotted, twisting
sensation between her breasts and looked down to see his hand piercing
her body.
She felt it immediately, a taughtness, a pulling sensation all over her
body, and watched as her form changed to better suit his tastes. Her
bosom and behind steadily expanded to meet the kind of specifications a
particularly horny teenage boy might dream up, while maintaining an
impossible firmness for their size, as her legs and waist were sculpted
to fit this same hourglass ideal.
Her face shifted, her lips filling out to a plumpness that wouldn't have
matched her previous features in the slightest but looked right at home
on her rapidly reforming face. Her hair too lost its frizz, straightened
out and gained a shimmering, silken texture, spilling past her shoulders
and down her back more elegantly than before. When Michael finally
wrenched his hand from her breast, she was a sculpted, idealised form of
the woman she had been.
Michael didn't waste an awful lot of time admiring his handiwork this
time around - he was much more impressed with his work on the male
forms, since he had so little baseline to work with those. So instead he
beckoned to her, breaking her out of her shocked stupor. "Come, Angela.
Let me give you what you really want." She purred at him using her full
name, which now seemed to suit her far more than her previously
preferred shortening, and this time successfully fell into his embrace,
their bodies entangled in a matter of moments. They stripped each other
down and her heightening arousal meant that by the time he wrestled her
panties down from off her crotch, her love juices were visibly dripping
out of her.
"Do me," she began to moan as she caught hold of his cock, which had
been dutifully standing to attention. "Put it in me," she insisted,
guiding him to her slit. He repositioned himself slightly, and pressed
her against the wall before pushing himself inside her. "Ohhhh - oh,
god, Michael..." She moaned intensely before eagerly rocking her hips in
rhythm with his thrusts. So she's a talker, Michael thought to himself,
bemused.
"Michael, Michael, ram me deeper. Pound me, spear me, fuck meee-" her
moans became a high-pitched squeal as he began to hit all the right
spots within her. In between these squeals of delight, her breathing
became increasingly ragged. "Michael! You're - this is incredible!
Amazing! Andrew made me a woman, but you're making me FEEL like one!
God, this is nothing like what he did, this is amazing! It - it feels so
good, I'm going crazy! You're making me go insane!" Michael's eyes began
to squeeze shut as he approached his climax, knowing she too was nearing
hers.
At that moment, the door to his office slammed open, and Andrew stood
there with a wild look in his eye. He held a heavy emergency axe for use
in a fire in one hand, which he'd grabbed upon hearing Angela's cries
from where he'd been waiting for hereto get out of the meeting she'd
been summoned to in Michael's office. Still, though some dark, fearful
part of him had suspected the nature of the cries, seeing the reality
with his own eyes stopped him dead in his tracks, allowing Michael to
carry on despite his arrival, Angela ignoring him completely in her
throes of passion.
Her babbling and effusive ramblings gave way to one, drawn-out wordless
scream of absolute pleasure as Michael shot his molten load deep inside
her, and they shared a mutual crescendo. Michael came down from it, and,
business-like, removed himself from her still-convulsing pussy, turning
at last towards the new arrival.
Andrew watched her body shake and buck in her continued orgasm a moment
longer before he snapped out of it and his eyes shot to Michael,
entirely consumed with rage. He took the first step of his furious
charge, but Michael had taken a long stride of his own, and Andrew ended
up impaling his chest on Michael's outstretched fist, which entered into
him with a yanking sensation.
For the third time in as many days, Michael found himself playing
sculptor of the human form. Though this particular specimen had fallen
into his hands much earlier than he'd planned for, he refused to allow
himself to be responsible for anything less than another flawless work
of art, and so he once again dived headfirst into his craft.
It was as though he had in his fist a spool of threads, each one leading
off to some part of the body they held in place, taught and secure. As
he pulled and manipulated them, however, they contracted and slackened,
allowing different shapes and forms to occur in the otherwise fixed body
they represented. He fancied that the color of Andrew's hair was fine as
it was, but besides that and Andrew's already diminutive height, Michael
saw fit to entirely recreate the creature in front of him.
Angela watched, partly out of curiosity and partly out of some
inexplicable lust she felt at watching the remaking of Andrew, who had
been made so redundant by Michael opening her eyes, perfecting her and
giving her his hot meat rod. Now as she watched, Andrew was becoming
something that interested her again, thanks to the wonderful new open
mind Michael had so graciously gifted her with.
Andrew's entire form slimmed down to soft curves, a lithe, balanced form
that bore little resemblance to Angela's own exaggerated proportions.
Andrew's breasts weren't small, but they didn't balloon out as Angela's
did, instead fitting to the natural shape of his new female body. His
eyes grew wide, and changed to a deep, captivating blue, as his lips
formed an adorable pout and his russet brown hair spilled across his
shoulders in ringlets. Andrew's lips were parted in a perpetual gasp,
his big, beautiful eyes opened wide, as the last of the changes played
across his body.
"Annie," Michael started, wasting no time to christen his creation, and
was about to continue when his own eyes widened all of a sudden and he
let out a blood-curdling scream. He looked down in shock to see the axe
that had fallen from Annie's limp hands embedded in his foot.
Annie snapped out of it, saw Michael look up to her again with venom in
his eyes, and whisper, "You..." before jabbing his finger up at her face.
She was too quick for him this time, however, as she stumbled backwards,
and his own movement was limited, stuck as he was in place by the axe.
She span, still bewildered beyond belief by the changes that had been
wrought upon her body, and ran. After what Michael had done with his
hand in her chest, she had some vague idea of what he could achieve with
a finger in her brain.
Michael wrenched the axe free, tossed it aside, and began to pursue her,
but the chase was over before it even began. The elevator doors closed
as Annie, her back pressed against the far wall of the elevator, stared
in horror and relief at Michael's limping form disappearing from view.
She rushed out of the building, got into her car parked in the lot
outside, and drove.
She didn't know how far she drove, but eventually she had to pull over
as the tears of shock, horror and disbelief caught up with her and
blurred her vision. She now knew what Michael was actually up to, but at
what cost? From the look in Angela's eyes as she rode his cock, and as
she watched Annie's transformation, licking her lips, Annie knew Angela
was no longer on her side, corrupted by the man that had taken the
manhood from her.
And with her manhood, so too had vanished any hope of relaying this
information to either Denise or Stephen, the two people who might have
otherwise believed her. With no way to warn them, and no chance of
getting help from them either, Annie wiped her tears and resolved
herself to her mission. Even if she had to go it alone.
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