Chapter Five

Jake tottered through the windowed lobby of his new workplace, the four-inch patent heels he had to endure forcing each step into a precarious battle that made his thighs burn with an unfamiliar strain. The black miniskirt clung to his hips in a way that made him nauseous, riding up just enough to tease the edges of his stockings with every awkward shift of his weight, while the semi-sheer white blouse strained against his unnatural D-cup breasts, the bra beneath doing little to contain their heavy bounce. The feminized man gripped a railing near the elevator as he waited for it to arrive and send him to the executive floor where he now worked, his glossy pink talons digging into the cool metal as he willed his legs to steady.

As he waited, Jake’s mind raced back to Kellie’s appearance the previous day, the image of her outrageous outfit seared into her mind. She had tottered past his desk in that cropped white “Barbie” labeled baby-tee knotted beneath her breasts, the glossy hot-pink vinyl micro-skirt hugging her ass so tight it left nothing to the imagination, and that red hair held up with a juvenile giant pink bow. The white six-inch platform heels with ankle straps had clicked against the floor, forcing her posture into an exaggerated curve that thrust her chest forward. The way Kellie’s body tensed as she walked twisted something inside Jake’s gut. What kind of chauvinistic hellhole was this company, where sharp, intelligent women like Kellie had been reduced to walking fantasies for their male superiors? Jake had noticed the unhappiness in her eyes and wondered what Ethan held over her. He must have invoked some kind of leverage to force an independent woman like Kellie to work for a perverted asshole like Ben Miller.

The elevator doors parted with a soft chime, and Jake released the railing and stepped inside. The mirrored walls reflected his unnerving image from every angle, the platinum waves framing his face, the black skirt riding high enough to expose the lower curve of his ass, and the blouse’s fabric leaving little to the imagination about the lacy black bra cradling his heaving breasts. He pressed the button for the top floor, and the doors closed, sealing him in with his reflection, his green eyes staring back with resigned despair.

The ascent was brief, but it felt endless as the man was forced to stare at the comical feminized creature he had become. The corridor stretched before him as he passed each glass-walled office, each one with a male executive inside who had paused to watch the feminized character unsteadily totter past. Jake kept his gaze forward, ignoring how the air conditioning raised goosebumps on his exposed midriff and his stockings-clad legs.

Jake reached Ethan’s door and paused, his hand hovering over the handle. The black glass panel reflected back at him, the smoky eyeliner he had applied that morning making his eyes look larger, more vulnerable, and the red lipstick on his pouty lips shone under the overhead lights. He hated how the sight made his tiny locked-up clock flinch, a reminder of his trapped status as the powerful man’s new toy.

The blonde pushed the door open. His heels sank into the thick carpet as he continued to fight for balance. Ethan sat behind his desk, his legs crossed, wearing a navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders. His blond hair shimmered fantastically as natural light filtered through his tall windows. The billionaire’s blue eyes lifted from his PC monitor and narrowed as Jake took another unsteady step forward, his calves burning from the effort.

“I see you’re having some trouble with your new mandated footwear, Jade,” Ethan said with a grin. Jake shuddered at the use of his newly adopted feminine name. “That’s a shame, because the heels won’t get any shorter from here on out. You need to adapt and learn.”

Jake placed his hands on his hips as he attempted to stand tall and show his sadistic new boss that he was more than capable of handling whatever the asshole threw at him. “I am handling it just fine,” he spat back. “How about you change me back to normal, and I can actually get down to making you some money?”

Ethan chuckled lightly as he reached for his phone and pressed a series of buttons. Suddenly, without warning, Jake began twirling on the spot in a slow, unsteady motion, each step almost causing him to twist an ankle. Jake needed to hold his hands out to stop himself from falling over. Once the hacker had twisted two complete rotations, he was able to stop again.

The executive grinned. “You call that handling it?” he teased mockingly. “You look like a drunk trying to walk a tight rope. That’s not how I expect my personal assistant to carry herself.”

As Jake reeled from the sudden involuntary intrusion of his bodily functions, Ethan folded his arms. “I’m giving you until tomorrow to sort it out,” he said. “There’s a strip club just a block down from here, Sapphire Falls. Visit the club tonight and learn how the dancers move, stand, and present themselves. I want you to follow their lead.”

The blonde hacker raised an eyebrow. “A strip club?” he asked skeptically.

Ethan grinned and nodded. “Yes. Invite Kellie too; she could use the practice.”

Jake shuddered. “Kellie?” he asked. “What has she got to do with anything? I’m not going to some strip club to learn how to shake my ass like some slutty bitch!”

The billionaire laughed again at his trapped subject’s defiance. “Really? I think you’ll find you’ll be doing exactly as I say. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I don’t personally care if you take Kellie or not, but if you’re not in that club by 7 PM tonight, I’ll be sending someone to come collect you.”

The transformed man planted his feet as best he could. The heels dug into the carpet while his breasts rose and fell with every breath. “I’m not going to a damn strip club!” he snarled. “I’m just not doing it.”

Ethan shrugged, as if he wasn’t too concerned with his subordinate’s defiance. “Suit yourself,” he replied. “But if you’re not there by 7 PM tonight, you may not like the company I choose. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue, but the words died in his throat. Ethan’s tone was calm and psychotic, and he had followed through on every previous threat. He didn’t want to prance around like this in a gentleman’s club, but he knew the billionaire meant every syllable he uttered.

The CEO waved a hand toward the door. “Now, get back to work, Jade,” he said dismissively. “I need you to forward the nonurgent emails sitting in your inbox.”

Jake groaned but complied with the request. He turned on his heel before steadying himself. He stormed out as best he could, the door sliding behind him with a frustrated bang. The hacker stood in the corridor for a moment, staring at his empty workstation. How had he gotten into this mess, and how the hell was he going to get out of it? They were questions for another time as he got back to work.

❖

Jake hunched over the flashy keyboard in his living room as he continued to scour the dark web for any signs of technology with the capabilities of transforming a man to the extent he had been changed. Ethan didn’t have a monopoly on innovative, unnerving technologies, and Jake surmised that there must be someone, somewhere, with knowledge of what he was going through.

The day he had just been subjected to had been horrible and humiliating, and the feminized man wasn’t sure how many more days acting as a compliant coffee server he could manage. He needed to figure out a way out of this mess quickly.

His pink nails clicked against the keys with growing urgency, the acrylic extensions he couldn’t find the strength to remove catching the glow of the monitor every time he typed. The baggy hoodie hung loose around his shoulders, relieved to be rid of his disgusting feminine work attire. However, the modest clothing wasn’t enough to hide the curvature of his transformed bust.

The jeans he wore felt a damn hell more comfortable than the short skirt and stockings he had humiliatingly paraded himself publicly around in for hours earlier on. He had long kicked off the killer heels, relieved to finally stand securely on his own two feet.

Jake scrolled through another dead-end thread, some conspiracy site claiming the government had perfected “gender-flip nanites” back in 2019. Jake’s pouty red lips curled in frustration. He had no idea what to believe anymore, and he didn’t have time to follow wild goose chases. He glanced down at the clock in the lower right corner of his monitor: 6:58 PM.

Two minutes. Jake let out a slow breath and rolled his shoulders. Ethan could threaten all he wanted. He wasn’t going to willingly show up at a trashy strip club in his current state and learn how to walk like an escort. If Ethan followed through on his plan to send someone to collect him, Jake simply wouldn’t answer his locked door, he thought to himself.

6:59 PM.

The numbers flipped to 7:00 PM, and Jake held his breath in anticipation. Nothing happened. A slight grin spread across his lips. He had called Ethan’s bluff, and the billionaire didn’t have an answer for it. He had won this battle. Jake was staying right here in the comfort and seclusion of his own home while he tried to figure out how to get out of this mess.

As another minute ticked by, a suddenly fiery tingle sparked across his lips, as though he had been subjected to a targeted electric shock. Jake slapped a hand over his mouth to dull the sensation, but it wouldn’t dissipate. The sensations lasted three heartbeats before vanishing as quickly as they appeared, leaving the hacker’s lips feeling strangely heavy. What the hell was that, he asked himself.

Three impatient knocks suddenly cracked against the door, almost prompting the young hacker to leap out of his chair in alarm. Oh no! Who could that be?

Despite resolving not to open the door, his eyes glared at the wooden frame, and Jake’s anxiety began to grow. Eventually, he couldn’t resist any longer. He stood from his desk and headed over to the door, unlocking the deadbolt before clutching the handle. The feminized man’s eyes widened at the tall figure standing before him in the entrance way.

Richard Staunton, the perverted investor who had leered at Jake on his first full day as Ethan’s new PA, filled the doorway. He wore a charcoal shirt with navy blue pants and a matching open blazer. His shirt was open enough to reveal the dark hair curling across his chest. His eyes raked downward in one slow, hungry sweep, and a lazy grin spread across the man’s face.

“Well, well, look at you, Jade,” he said in a tone filled with lust. “I have to admit. I was surprised by your text this afternoon. I’m glad you feel that way about me, and I’d be honored to escort you to Sapphire Falls this evening.”

“Wha-” was all Jake could manage before he closed his mouth again in horror and confusion. What text was this asshole alluding to? Had Ethan set this up? “Umm, there has been some kind of-”

“I love that dress. It really shows off your, umm, assets,” Richard interrupted, glancing down at Jake’s chest. “You look stunning. I didn’t think you could look better than when I saw you outside Ethan’s office, but you’ve outdone yourself.”

The young hacker’s heart slammed against his ribs. What the hell was this freak talking about? He asked himself. He wasn’t wearing a dress. He was wearing a-wait. Something felt wrong, terribly wrong.

Jake’s gaze dropped to his body. The hoodie and jeans he explicitly remembered changing into had vanished. A low-cut, shimmering silver micro-dress took their place, clung to every transformed curve like liquid metal poured over his skin. His head turned to the nearby mirror, and his eyes widened in horror. The hem of the dress barely skimmed the tops of black fishnet stockings that disappeared into crystal-clear seven-inch platform heels. His blonde waves had been teased into soft, bouncy curls that framed his face in a perfect club-girl style. Smoky shadow ringed his eyes as his lashes curled out dramatically, thick black liner winged out in sharp points. The main attraction, however, was his lips. Their slight poutiness had been replaced by swollen, meaty lips that formed a slight, puckered O shape. They were colored in a glossy pink tone that caught the hallway light like wet candy. He was able to fully close his swollen lips if he tried, but as soon as he returned to his resting expression, the slight gap between his upper and lower lip returned.

Jake’s mind screamed that this was wrong. He needed to tell Richard that there had been a mistake and that he hadn’t sent the man a text. He needed to slam the door and lock it. Instead, his body leaned forward, one manicured hand sliding up Richard’s chest while the other toyed with a platinum curl.

“Hey there, you big handsome thing,” he heard himself saying in a breathy, seductive lilt. He couldn’t seem to control his actions or his words. “I’ve been dying for you to get here. Do you like what you see?”

The investor’s grin widened. His hand settled on Jake’s waist as he pulled the blonde toward him. “I like it very much,” he said appraisingly. “I love what you’ve done to those lips. They’re begging to be kissed.”

The feminized man’s mind howled in protest, but his busty body melted against the man’s chest. His swollen lips parted on their own, and he tilted his head back, offering his puckered mouth like a gift. Richard wasted no time and crushed his lips against Jake’s, pushing his tongue possessively past the plump O. Jake’s knees buckled, the dangerous platforms almost causing him to tumble over, but Richard’s arm locked around his waist, holding him upright while the other hand squeezed the curve of the blonde’s ass through the silver dress.

The kiss broke only when Richard pulled back an inch, his breath hot against Jake’s glossy lips. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” he growled as he grinned. The tall man’s fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath the dress, lifting the hem until the air kissed Jake’s exposed thighs. “Let’s get going before I decide to keep you right here.”

Jake wanted to punch the smug man in the face, but his body’s actions were not his own. He softly bit his plump lower lip and let out a sickening giggle. “Oh no,” he purred. “I want you to show me off tonight, handsome.”

Richard’s arms stayed locked around Jake’s waist as he steered the blonde out of the apartment. The door clicked shut behind them with a final, hollow sound that echoed down the corridor. This was what Ethan meant by sending someone to collect him. The hacker rued his stupid rebellion as his body took control of his actions even after the pair left the apartment.

❖

Richard kept one possessive hand on the small of Jake’s back as they stopped in front of the velvet rope outside the Sapphire Falls Gentlemen’s Club. The bouncer, a mountain of muscle in a black t-shirt, unhooked the chain and ushered the pair forward. Without a word, the bald, black security man slid his thick fingers over Jake’s shoulder, adjusting the feminized man’s arms to pull them out wide as he began to frisk. His hands slid down the blonde’s silver dress before cupping beneath each heavy breath with a slow, careful squeeze, prompting the hacker to let out a sultry, unintentional moan.

Jake shuddered as the bouncer’s thumbs circled his nipples through the thin fabric, hardening them instantly. The security guard’s palms drifted lower and traced the dip of Jake’s waist before slipping between his thighs, pressing the dress up until cool air kissed bare skin above the stockings. The frisk was intrusive and took far longer than necessary.

“What are you doing?” Jake finally managed to gasp out.

The bouncer grinned, patting the dress back down and readjusting it into position. “Just had to be sure you weren’t carrying any weapons,” he explained jovially, winking in Richard’s direction. “You can never be too sure these days.”

Richard chuckled and slipped the bouncer a folded bill. He steered the scantily clad Jake past the rope through the open heavy doors. The club was still quiet, the early hour keeping the crowd thin, but the swing-shift dancers were out in full force, and the music pulsed more the further they walked into the club.

The dark-haired investor guided his ‘date’ toward a red, plush half-moon booth right beside the main stage. A topless redhead spun upside-down on the pole, her thighs locked tight, her enhanced, naked breasts swaying hypnotically with every twist. Every dancer in the room turned to stare as they passed, their eyes raking over the silver dress that barely covered the feminine patron’s ass. It was unusual for a customer to be dressed almost as ridiculously as the dancers.

Richard wasted no time in sliding into the booth before pulling Jake down beside him. A topless waitress wearing glowing pink pasties stood immediately before them, setting down a frosted beer in front of Richard and a bright, fruity cocktail with a cherry on top in front of Jake. “This one is on the house, Mr. Staunton,” the cute waitress said. “Lolly sends her regards.” Jake raised an eyebrow at the reception. Was Richard a regular at this perverted den of sin?

The investor lifted his beer and clinked it against Jake’s cocktail glass. “To a new, lasting friendship,” he smiled before taking a long gulp of the drink. The man tugged Jake closer until the blonde straddled one of his thick thighs. The silver dress rode high enough to expose the hem of Jake’s fishnet stockings, and Richard’s hand slipped beneath the fabric to cup one large breast. His thumb rolled across the nipples, slow circles that made Jake’s back arch. “Mmm, you have the most deliciously sensitive tits, doll,” Jake sleazily told his date. “Whoever your doctor is is a true artist.”

Once again, Jake’s mind screamed in protest, but his body melted against Richard’s chest, and his hands dared not move the man’s away. The redhead on stage dropped low and parted her thighs wide, and then rose in one fluid motion that elicited scattered applause. Jake’s eyes locked onto her, tracing the way her hips rolled, the slow grind when she bent to collect a tip, the confident arch of her back when she strutted across the stage. For some reason, Jake was laser-focused on her performance, unable to look away.

A brunette sauntered past their booth, and the blonde’s eyes followed. Jake watched her hips sway like a seductive harlot, her ass high in a thong as it shook from side to side with each tottered step. Every movement was a show, and Jake’s mind was taking it all in. Another dancer leaned over the pair’s table, her eyes on Richard’s, as her ass pushed high in the air, her back arched invitingly. “How about a dance, cuties?” she said while cupping Jake’s chin.

Richard chuckled lightly and gave the dancer a curt nod. “Maybe later, Melissa,” he told the woman by name. She flashed a smile in return and went back to work.

After what felt like hours of staring and studying the dancers at work, Jake’s date pulled two crisp $100 bills from his wallet, waving them in the air like a flag. A wandering dancer in electric-blue lingerie was the first to notice and sauntered over. As she leaned in close, Richard tucked the pair of bills inside her deep cleavage.

“Is there somewhere private I can take my girl for twenty minutes?” he whispered, the volume slightly out of Jake’s earshot.

The dancer’s smile turned wicked as she nodded and took Jake’s manicured hand, leading the pair down a hallway past a ‘Private - No Unauthorized Entry’ sign. The dancer pulled aside a curtain to reveal a small, private VIP booth. It featured a single leather armchair, a low, mirrored table, and a shallow platform with a stripper pole at its center. The woman left the pair inside the room, pulling the curtain close as she exited.

“Umm, what are we doing here, sexy?” Jake purred. He managed to convey the contents of what he wanted to say, but his words sounded more like a playful invitation rather than an alarming curiosity.

Richard sank into the leather armchair and spread his thighs wide. He patted one knee with a lazy grin. “Dance for me, baby,” he said. “You look like you belong here. Time to show me what talents you’ve been hiding.”

The feminized man parted his huge lips to protest, but his body moved before he had the opportunity. The seven-inch platforms clicked against the floor as he circled Richard in his chair. Jake’s hands slid up his own torso, cupping his heaving breasts as his thumbs circled the hard nipples beneath the fabric. He dropped low as his thighs parted wide, before riding again in one slow grind that prompted a wide grin from his singular audience member. Jake had no idea what he was doing, but his body was moving of its own accord, and it suddenly knew how to dance like a seasoned stripper.

Jake’s hips rolled into slow, filthy circles while he absently straddled the investor’s lap. The silver dress threatened to bunch up around his waist and reveal the dirty little secret he had been hiding all this time. However, before it did, Richard’s hands gripped Jake’s ass, pulling him down hard until the blonde’s breasts pressed against the dark-haired man’s chest. Jake’s swollen lips parted on a moan as he ground against the rigid bulge in Richard’s pants.

Richard’s fingers dug deeper into the feminized man’s soft flesh. He guided Jake’s movements, forcing the hacker to ride him harder, faster, as he eventually began to bounce with every thrust. Jake’s voluptuous fake tits bounced free of the dress, his nipples diamond hard, as Richard leaned forward to capture one in his mouth, almost prompting the trapped feminine creature to orgasm there and then.

Jake’s body kept dancing even when Richard’s hands moved to his shoulders. The investor pushed him down gently but firmly until the blonde sank to his knees between the tall man’s spread thighs. Richard unzipped his pants slowly, freeing his thick, hard cock, already leaking at the tip. Jake’s eyes widened at the sight of the man’s member at his eye level.

The dark-haired man’s fingers tangled in Jake’s teased curls. He yanked the blonde forward without warning. “Those fat, enhanced lips have been teasing me since we walked in,” he growled. “Time to put them to work.”

Jake’s mouth opened on a gasp, but Richard gave him no chance to reply. He shoved Jake’s head down, forcing those swollen, bright pink pillows to stretch wide around the thick head of his cock. The shaft slid past Jake’s lips in one brutal thrust, filling his mouth until the tip nudged the back of his throat. Jake gagged, but Richard only tightened his grip and pushed even deeper.

The mirrors on every wall reflected the scene from every angle: the busty, blonde Jake on his knees, breasts spilling free, mascara holding firm despite the tears welling in the hacker’s eyes as the enormous cock filled his throat. The blonde’s hands pressed against Richard’s knees as the tall man guided Jake’s mouth up and down in a lustful rhythm, pressing the young blonde’s nose up against his crotch with each push.

Richard’s hips bucked upward, driving his dick deeper into Jake’s wanton throat with every thrust. The blonde’s cocksucking lips stretched impossibly wide, as though it was built for the task, feeling every twitch as he pleasured Ethan’s associate. Richard groaned as his fingers tightened in the teased curls, using Jake’s mouth like a sleeve while the mirrors captured every angle of the blonde’s humiliation.

Jake’s throat handled the invading thickness, gagging reflexively, but something inside of him allowed him to take it all. The dark-haired, tall man held the hacker down until Jake’s nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of Richard’s pubic region, cutting off air for long, burning seconds before letting him up just enough to gasp. Richard’s cock began to swell thicker, stretching those enhanced lips to their limit, and Jake’s muffled moans only seemed to spur him on.

With a final growl, Richard buried himself to the hilt and orgasmed hard inside the slut’s mouth. Thick ropes of cum flooded Jake’s throat, forcing the blonde to swallow frantically or choke. The investor held him there, his cock still pulsing, draining every drop past those glossy pillows until Jake’s eyes rolled back.

When the man finally released the blonde’s hair, Jake pulled off with a wet gasp, remnants of cum dribbling down his chin. Richard wiped the last bead across Jake’s cheek like a disused rag and grinned down at the busty blonde. “Wow, those lips are perfect,” he said, before casually lifting the top hem of Jake’s dress, covering his chest back up. “Let’s get back out there,” he muttered nonchalantly, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. Richard stood up, slipping his cock back into his pants, before heading out of the room, expecting the enraged transformed man to follow.

❖

Jake paused on the marble steps outside the Futurtech headquarters offices, the morning sun shimmering off the glass facade. A tight light-yellow blouse hugged his torso, the fabric stretched across his large breasts. A black leather skirt was wrapped around his hips, reaching mid-thigh length, showing plenty of his bare skin in the absence of stockings. Five-inch black patent heels lifted the transformed hacker into an exaggerated posture, forcing his outstretched hand and his chest forward. He still felt awkward in the troubling shoes, stumbling his way toward the entrance.

The hacker took one hesitant step toward the revolving door, and the moment his heel crossed the threshold, everything changed. His legs slowed to a deliberate, swaying rhythm. His hips rolled with every stride, the skirt riding higher as his ass shook in slow, hypnotic circles. The click of the feminized man’s heels became a sultry metronome, each impact sending his breasts bouncing beneath the yellow blouse. Jake’s eyes widened in anger. He tried to walk normally, to hurry, run, to do anything, but his body refused. He moved like a runway model turned porn star. His back was arched, fat lips parted as every eye in the vicinity was drawn in his direction.

Jake shuddered as every stare felt like hands sliding over his smooth skin. His tiny locked cock gave a helpless twitch inside its cage as the roaming eyes appeared to turn his transformed body on. The lobby stretched into an endless runway, and he seemed to be the only attraction.

He reached the elevator bank and jabbed the button with a long, pink talon. The doors slid open at once, and the blonde stepped into the empty space. The mirrored walls showed off his new style from every angle, but it was how he stood that alarmed him the most. With a hand on his hip, with the hip leaning into it, he looked like some streetwalker advertising her goods. The hacker tried to readjust himself, but it only caused another humiliatingly slutty posture, his lips open and inviting. He was relieved when he heard the ding, and the doors opened on the top floor.

Jake stepped out into the corridor, and every head turned. The PAs at their desks froze mid-keystroke, eyes tracking the slow roll of his hips and the bounce of his breasts. Eyes rolled as Jake suddenly looked like a slut trying too hard for the next big promotion. Jake tried to hurry, but he had to endure the torturous slutwalk to his boss’s office.

He reached the frosted glass door and pushed it open without knocking. He wanted to get to the bottom of what had happened last night, and he knew his controlling nemesis would have the answers. He could still taste the sour remnants of Richard’s disgusting cum in his mouth, and no amount of mouthwash would rinse away the memory. Ethan looked up from his monitor, and a slow smile spread across his face as Jake’s hips rolled forward in that perfect, porn-star strut.

The blonde PA opened his mouth to speak, but stopped instantly in his tracks; not because of Ethan or the way he grinned at him, but because of the man sitting in the chair opposite the CEO. Richard sat casually with his legs crossed and his hands absently on his lap, a broad smile creeping on his face as his head turned to witness Jake totter through the door.

Ethan leaned back in his chair and let out a satisfied laugh. “Perfect timing, Jade,” he said with a smile. “Richard here was just telling me how much fun he had last night. Weren’t you, Richard?”

Richard’s smirk widened until it threatened to split his face. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward before placing his elbows on his knees. “I was telling Ethan that you were a natural,” he said, leaning back again. “You were a perfect date, and those lips are something special indeed.”

The transformed blonde felt sick, but before he could unload his fury and demand an explanation for what happened the previous night, his body betrayed him again. He placed one hand on his hip, cocking it to the side, and let out a breathy giggle as the other hand absently played with a strand of hair. “You’re too sweet, cutie,” he heard himself purr, the words dripping from his slutty lips too naturally. Horror flooded his mind, but his hips rolled forward in another slow, seductive sway. “Maybe we could do it again sometime?” Do it again sometime? That was the last thing on his mind.

The charismatic investor rose from his chair with grace and slowly closed the distance between him and Jake in three long strides. His hand cupped the blonde’s chin, tilting the shorter feminized man’s face upward until their eyes locked. He leaned in and brushed a gentle, lingering kiss across Jake’s red, glossy lips.

The trapped hacker’s body melted into the touch, a soft moan escaping before he could stop it. He had no romantic or sexual feelings for this man at all, and yet his body was acting like a teenage girl with her first crush. His hips rolled forward of their own accord, pressing against Richard’s thigh while his breasts pushed up against the investor’s chest.

The tall man pulled back just enough to speak, his thumb stroking Jake’s inviting lower lip. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I’d love to take you against again on Friday night,” he said suggestively. “I have something special lined up.”

Jake’s mind screamed no, but the words that spilled from his mouth were direct and immediate. “I’d be honored to go out on another date with you, handsome,” he said as he bit his lower lip, batting his lashes as his manicured fingers trailed down Richard’s chest flirtatiously.

Richard’s smile grew wider as he enjoyed every word that escaped the trapped blonde’s pretty mouth. “Fantastic, it’s a date,” he confirmed, gently brushing the feminized man’s chin again. “I’ll pick you up on Friday straight after work. No need to pick out an outfit, I have one lined up already.” He didn’t wait for a response as he gave Ethan a curt nod before walking out of the office, leaving Jake alone with his tormentor.

“You did good last night,” Ethan said after Richard had left the room. The billionaire folded his arms, looking his new and improved PA up and down. His voice was calm and conversational, like they were discussing the weather. “Richard just committed to an extra $2 million of investment, all because of you.”

Jake’s mouth opened, and for the first time since stepping into the office, his voice came out normal. He wasn’t flirting, and he wasn’t speaking like a lovestruck bitch. “What the fuck did you do to me?” he demanded. “I had no control over my body last night, and I can’t even control how I stand now!”

The CEO shrugged. “I had to make sure the evening would go smoothly,” he said with a grin. “Besides, I gave you the chance of doing this the easy way. You made your own bed with this one.”

The blonde hacker took a step forward, still moving with the ease of a catwalk model. “You’re disgusting!” he snapped. “Change me back. Now!”

Ethan’s smile didn’t waver. He shook his head teasingly. “Well, that’s not going to happen.” The billionaire reached for his phone on the desk. “You were a good girl last night, however,” he said before glancing at his subordinate with a sadistic grin, “and good girls receive rewards.”

The CEO tapped the screen, and Jake instantly knew he was changing. He had no idea how it was possible, but that bastard was altering him through his phone. A sudden, violent vibration exploded between Jake’s legs, centered on the cage that had imprisoned his cock for weeks. The blonde gasped, knees bucking as the metal fell to the floor with a clink. Had the bastard removed the device?

Before Jake could breathe a sigh of relief, the tingling sensation intensified around his crotch. Perhaps his cock was returning to its former side as a reward? As he slipped his feminine hand beneath the short skirt, his eyes widened, shaking his head wildly. That son of a bitch hadn’t reverted his dick back to its original size; he had removed it altogether. In place of where his proud manhood should have been now sat a smooth slit. As Jake’s hand brushed the new feminine folds, his knees buckled, and he let out a raw, desperate moan from his lips.

Ethan watched with casual amusement as Jake struggled to control himself and his fingers slipped deeper between his thighs. The blonde’s manicured nails parted the slick folds, and a broken cry tore from his throat when the first wave of pleasure crashed through him. Jake’s knees hit the carpet hard as his hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the touch he hated himself for giving.

“There’s still a cock down there, you know,” Ethan said conversationally. He leaned against the desk and folded his arms. “Your original one is tucked away nice and safe beneath a highly advanced new layer. Every nerve ending is wired straight to this pretty little slit now, and man, I dialed the sensitive lever up to high. You’ll feel everything a woman feels, except twenty times as powerful. Isn’t that fun?”

Jake’s fingers plunged deeper, curling inside the wet heat that clenched around them_ like a fist. The second orgasm hit harder, ripping a feminine scream from his throat that for sure punctured the soundproofing in the room. Tears streaked his mascara as his hips bucked in helpless circles.

The third climax completely shattered the poor hacker. Jake’s entire body convulsed, thighs clamping around his hand while his toes curled inside the tall heels. A broken sob tore from his lips as the waves finally ebbed, leaving him trembling and tender, every nerve raw and oversensitive. The blonde pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, staring at the glistening evidence on his manicured nails in numb horror.

Ethan clapped slowly, mocking his tormented toy with a sarcastic applause. “Beautiful,” he said tauntingly. “Now, get up and clean yourself off. Sort yourself out in the restrooms.” He grinned. “When you’re back to work, send me every non-critical email in your inbox. You’ve been slacking this morning.”

Jake tentatively stood, his legs still weak. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, or that his prized cock wasn’t just shriveled and locked away; it had disappeared entirely. Humiliated and furious, Jake sensually tottered out of the office. He needed to claim back his life, but now wasn’t the time to do it.

❖

A few hours later, Jake sat at his desk as he worked on arranging Ethan’s calendar. He knew he had made several mistakes already, but it was impossible to focus on the task after everything he had gone through over the last 72 hours. He had signed a contract enlisting him as his arch nemesis’s PA, he had long blonde hair, large fake breasts, and a fully functional, super sensitive pussy, he had sucked a man’s cock and swallowed his cum, he couldn’t stop walking like a slutty porn star, and he had another date lined up in a few days’ time. It just couldn’t get any worse for the small-time hacker.

As Jake was busy pitying himself, he almost didn’t notice the office door of the CTO of the company, Ben Miller, swing open with a dramatic bang.

Jake’s head snapped up, and his eyes widened at the sight approaching him.

Kellie Madison tottered out on six-inch clear platforms that forced her to tread carefully and mince every step. Her outfit was even more outrageous than the one she wore two days ago. A bubble-gum pink tube top clung to her small breasts, pressing so tightly against her flesh that her nipples were visible beneath. The accompanying black latex micro-skirt barely covered any of her ass, and would have been more accurately described as a wide belt.

More alarming was the heart-shaped tattoo that peeked above the hem of her skirt, just below the redhead’s navel, with the words “Daddy’s Little Girl” in pink cursive script across the top. Her red hair spilled out in perfect tall pigtails tied with pink scrunchies. A matching pink choker hugged the woman’s throat, the words “Daddy’s Girl’ spelled out in tiny diamonds that shone as she moved. Although her lips weren’t nearly as large as Jake’s new assets, they were incredibly glossy and pink. Her nails gleamed with a matching latex-style chrome-pink as she clutched a folder against her chest.

The shockingly pink woman stopped in front of the blonde’s desk and dropped the folder with a soft thud. There was no softness to her blunt expression as she parted her glossy lips to speak.

“Mr. Miller needs the Project Domini-”

The redhead paused suddenly, before her eyes widened in fear. A sharp jolt snapped around her throat, sending electricity through her body after she had failed to speak in the required manner. The slutty choker around her neck wasn’t just for show; it was a behavior correction shock collar designed to reward positive actions and punish undesired behaviors. Ben had installed it with a language add-on, ensuring his new Barbie PA spoke exactly how he expected her to at all times, even when he wasn’t around. Jake was unaware of all of this and looked on in utter confusion.

She opened her mouth and tried again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Daddy, like, needs Mr. Keller’s Project Dominion funding plan on his desk by tomorrow morning. It’s, like, super-duper important, ‘kay?” she finished in a breathy valley-girl lilt that sounded nothing like the sharp woman Jake remembered. The pain vanished the instant she completed her altered sentence, instead rewarding her with a brief dose of dopamine. The woman hated speaking like that, but it was the only way she could get through the day without constant agony.

Jake stared up at the woman with his own red-lipped mouth agape. He glanced down at the folder and took it in his hand. “Umm, Kellie,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

The Barbified woman’s gaze dropped to the floor. Her eyes burned with pure, molten fury beneath the glittery shadow and false lashes. For one heartbeat, the mask slipped. Jake managed to see the real woman trapped inside her pink shell. At least she hadn’t lost her fight. Without a word, Kellie’s platform heels spun around with a sharp click as she stormed back toward Mr. Miller’s office.

Jake watched her leave and wondered what the hell Ethan or Ben held over the intelligent PA to encourage her to demean and humiliate herself like that. As he reflected on his own recent experiences, he had erroneously thought that things couldn’t get worse. He had felt losing his cock, swallowing cum, and walking like a whore was rock bottom. But watching Kellie, sharp, brilliant Kellie, reduced to a dumb, bimbo Barbie dressed like a club slut for work, Jake realized this satanic company had depths he hadn’t even glimpsed.

Shuddering, the busty blonde got back to work. Things were getting out of control, and the hacker was starting to wonder if his life would ever return to normal again.

End of Chapter Five.