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Author's Note:
A short little side story about an otherwise ordinary man who aspires for
a greater role in his company.
Boss Lady
By Hazel M
It was the night before Christmas. It was late night and not a soul was
about. No one that is, except for Derek in his little green compact.
Derek was an IT specialist. He worked for a small company, in a little
office suite in a suburb. He was mostly content with his lot in life. He
had only one wish. That wish was about to come true tonight, but it
wouldn't be Santa who brought him his presents. It would be someone...
hotter. He felt an ache in his loins. He gently rubbed the bulge in his
jeans with one hand as he pulled into the parking lot. He got out quickly
and retrieved his accessories from the trunk of the car.
Derek walked into the little office suite, carrying a duffel bag in one
hand and a large box in the other. To his right, were a dozen or so
cubicles. He set the box down on a cubicle desk. He then walked back out
of the office into the corridor outside. The office block was mostly
occupied by small companies that didn't really need much security, so he
knew he wouldn't be interrupted in tonights activities. He calmly walked
down the corridor to the shared lavatories. He stood there for a second,
then, heart hammering, pushed open the door marked "Ladies".
Empty. But of course it was empty at 1 in the morning. He had
specifically selected this time slot for that purpose. He walked in and
dropped the duffel bag on the counter and stepped back to examine
himself. He looked like any ordinary 24 year old. Perhaps a bit on the
skinny side, his face masculine, but just enough to avoid being called
androgynous. The loose green t-shirt and jeans made him look skinnier.
That would change soon. He realized he was wasting time. He took off his
sneakers and socks. He quickly pulled the t-shirt over his head. The
jeans slid off and joined the t-shirt on the counter, next to the duffel.
He quickly pulled down the briefs as well. His driving gloves joined the
rest of his clothing. Then he stepped back and gazed at his reflection
once more.
The slight hint of masculinity was diminished even further. What he saw
could barely be identified as a boy. His tanned face was still the same,
but the skin of his torso was like porcelain. His chest was flat, bound
in compressive bandages. His waist was narrow enough to pass muster on
the cover of any glamour magazine. The little tuft of blonde hair at his
crotch was at odds with the hair on his head. The rest of his body was
completely hairless. His long, thin fingers and all ten dainty toes ended
in bright red, perfect nails. The only masculine thing about the whole
visage was the male appendage dangling between the legs. Derek smiled at
that. It had been a last minute addition, just in case there was someone
here. He could make the excuse of stopping by to use the bathroom (the
correct bathroom) and leave.
That wouldn't be necessary now though. He wrapped one feminine hand about
his flaccid cock and gave a gentle tug. The electric shiver the complex
mechanism sent through his nether regions didn't really help his
concentration. He took a deep breath to compose himself. Then he pulled
gently on his tool and his penis and the testicles slid smoothly away,
revealing the elongated wet bulb that had been buried in his vagina. The
female genitalia underneath, perfect down to every last detail, were just
as fake as the silicone penis and balls, but nobody could tell the
difference. Derek giggled at the thought, playfully rubbing the outer
lips with one finger. He quickly stifled that, biting his lip. He had
more work to do.
Working swiftly, he started pulling off the bandages from his chest and
soon, his gorgeous 36D breasts sprang forth. He didn't have time to
admire them though. He quickly pulled out a pump with a reservoir full of
white liquid. A pair of long tubes came out of the device, ending in
small needles. He gently pierced each nipple with one of the needles,
being careful to get the position right. Next, he turned on the pump. The
complex mechanism whirred into life. Derek watched as his modest, firm
breasts swelled and sagged to an impressive 36E. When the reservoir was
empty, the pump shut itself off. Derek removed the needles from his
nipples. He gently massaged the left breast and gave the nipple a little
squeeze. He was rewarded with the appearance of a small white drop on the
tip of the pale pink bud. The artificial glands were working fine then.
He sighed in anticipation.
Next, he pulled at the back of his head. His slightly masculine features
elongated, then pulled away completely. The mask joined his clothes on
the counter and he stepped back once more. Cathy was free from the
disguise. Cathy was ravishing. Long, smooth legs, wide hips, a perfect
figure, and those large, jiggling, milk filled mounds. She had high
cheekbones and pouty lips. Her curly blonde hair was done up in a tight
bun atop her head.
Derek didn't have time to explore his bosses hot body right now. She
pulled out a silky white thong from the duffel and stepped into it. Cathy
sighed as the soft fabric tightened against his silicone pussy. Next, he
carefully wrapped her now massive breasts in a matching white silk bra.
It was a bit of a struggle wrestling the massive jiggly mounds into the
cups. When she turned back to the mirror, she saw that a pair of wet
spots had developed on the cups during her struggle to hook the bra
closed. This turned her on even more. Her panties were already soaking
wet. She quickly pulled a pair of sheer white stockings up her soft legs.
A white satin garter belt went on next. Derek loved the way his milk
filled breasts jiggled as she bent down to clip the garters. Next, he
pulled on a tight, gray skirt that ended just under her shapely ass. A
green silk blouse that left most of her breasts in full view went on
next. A gray suit jacket that hugged her narrow waist and tremendous
chest followed. She gingerly stepped into the waiting 7 inch shiny black
leather pumps. A spritz of her favorite perfume followed.
When he turned back to the mirror, the Cathy looking back at him wasn't
his hot boss. Instead, it was a caricature. The real Cathy wore clothes
that were more modest, though not by much. She used her looks to get what
she wanted. Derek himself had been frustrated by the way his colleagues
and their bosses all ogled her and fell over themselves in their need to
help her get what she wanted. This was what Derek saw Cathy as. A wanton
slut. And tonight, he would be her. He had fantasized about this moment
ever since he started working for the bitch.
Cathy collected her purse from the duffel bag. She paused before the
mirror long enough to refresh her luscious red lipstick and blow herself
a kiss. She smirked at the vision in the mirror, then spun and walked out
the door. As she swished down the corridor, the tight skirt squeezed her
thighs close. The soft stockings whispered softly on her legs. Her hips
swayed with each step and her breasts jiggled, threatening to spill their
contents. She could barely contain her excitement. In a haze of lust, she
walked over to the box she had left on the cubicle desk. She picked up
some files from it and carried them to the small office to the side. She
opened the door with the duplicate key and walked in.
She walked around the desk and sat down in the high backed chair. Derek
crossed his legs and squeezed his thighs tight. A moan escaped her lips.
She ran one hand over her lovely curves. She squeezed her eyes shut and
breathed in the heady scents. Feeling sufficiently calm, she opened one
of the files and got to work. This was actually Derek's work, but for
tonights little charade, it would do. Cathy turned on the desk lamp and
started reading the file. She had to work hard to focus through the
sensations her silicone body was sending her, but she bulled through.
About two hours of this and she had worked through all of the material
Derek had brought. It was time to play. She quickly packed away the work
and returned the files to the box waiting outside. She hurried back to
the office, an erotic smile on her lips.
Cathy cleared a space on the desk. She loosened the bun and her blonde
curls cascaded around her face. She sat down in the middle and leaned
back on one elbow. Her other hand hiked up the tight skirt. It pulled
aside the silky, wet, panties. She started rubbing her clitoris, gently,
sensuously. Her other hand reached for the silk blouse. Undoing the top
buttons, she pulled the white cup lower, until her nipple was free. She
started massaging her breast. Moans and sighs of pleasure escaped her
luscious lips. She began to grind her hips on the table in rhythm with
the hand in her crotch. Soon, milk started flowing from her breast,
slowly at first, then in squirts. Soon, her stomach was covered in
sticky, white trails, down from the nipple. She reached one probing
finger into her moist pussy. It trailed gently over her achingly trapped
member. She began to rub her hidden sex. Her other hand now switched its
attention to the other breast. The milk squirted up and came back down
all over her. "Mmpg, uun, oooh, oooh," she cried out in ecstasy. She
could feel her orgasm building. It was now or never. Her hand rubbed
faster and faster. She heaved her chest as fast as she could, until milk
started dribbling from both breasts. "Oooh, yesssss," she screamed to the
ceiling, her back arched, milk spraying from one breast, her hidden
member squirting her fluids between her legs and on the desk. She lay
back in the sticky mess, her mouth open, drooling from one corner. Her
breasts leaked more milk. Cum slowly dripped from her vagina. She lay
there for a while, enjoying the warmth. A smile crept over her face.
Derek definitely liked her new role in the company. He looked forward to
reprising it soon.
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