4/03/2008

A man becomes a busty woman


"It is very simple," Troy’s boss told him. "I have to get rid of 15 consultants, and you are out of a job."

"Goddammit, Fred!" Troy exclaimed.

"I have worked int this company for 8 years. I have slaved for you and made you rich, and now you reward me like this? There is a recession going on. Where can I get a new job now?"

Troy looked at him mischievously: "I do need a secretary!"

"A secretary? I a computer programmer. The only thing I can type is code, and you know it," Andy answered angrily.

"By the way, whatever happened to Eliza, your previous secretary? That was a hot one!"

"She didn't respond correctly to the needs of the social environment," Fred replied.

"You mean: She wouldn't let you into her pants, right?"

"I am a sexy man," his boss said. "She was a beautiful woman. That is the way of nature. You know, I am very greenish and ecological that way."

"Yeah, I bet you are!" Troy couldn't help smiling.


His boss was a male chauvinist of the worst kind. To him the perfect woman was a stupid sex hungry bimbo that agreed to everything he said.

"Listen," Fred said. "Don't worry about the typing. This job requires other types of secretarial skills, I am glad to say."

He fetched a small bottle of something that looked like red wine and two glasses from a drawer.

"Why don’t we toast for your new job?"

"I don't know what the job is about," Troy protested. "What about my salary? My career?"

"Well," Fred hesitated a bit. "I picture this as a kind of Senior Secretary position, with a strong element of human resource management and social welfare development."

"When did you start to care about social welfare?"

"There are always laws and regulations, you know, and a happy worker is a productive worker, that's what I say."

Troy sighed: "The only happy worker you care about is yourself!"

"Of course, I am the most essential part of this work environment. My welfare should concern you all."

"So this position is all a charade. To keep the labor unions off your back. So that you can tick off the right boxes in the official reports."

"Troy, Troy, Troy you are so cynical! This is a position that can bring you on top, at least from time to time. And you will keep your salary."

"I want a rise!"

"10 percent!"

"Done!"

The boss filled his glass. "Drink up!"

"What is this?" Troy sniffed the drink. It smelled wonderful, but nothing like red wine.

"This is a liquor I bought on the black market in Baghdad for an obscene sum of money. They said it was an aphrodisiac. With more responsibility comes the kind of mana and authority that makes you irresistible."

"Well, you sure know how to sell a proposition!" Troy took a sip.

"Aren't you going to drink with me?"

"Nah, this one is for you only. Take another sip. It is good for your health!"

Troy took another sip, and felt wave after wave of well being rush through his body.

"This is great stuff!" he said, and took a big sip. "I feel great! Wooow!"

He started to feel a bit aroused, in a strange kind of way.

Images of silk and lace and bubble baths and slow massages fluttered through his mind, followed by a strong longing to be fulfilled, filled, penetrated.

He saw high trees, lamp posts and cucumbers that slowly dissolved into the image of a beautiful dark haired woman sucking eagerly on a lollipop.

"God, this is one hell of a trip!" he told Fred.

Then his skin started to tingle and his body started to change.

He felt himself shrinking in the chair. At the same time his chest expanded slowly and deliciously into two large globes of female flesh. He touched them in wonder.

"You are a beautiful woman," Fred told him.

"I am a beautiful woman," Troy repeated. "No, wait a minute, I am not a woman, I am Troy, the computer guy!"

"No," Fred insisted. "You are Eliza, my hot, sexy and horny secretary, a sweet and willing woman."

"I am Troy! No, wait a minute.... I am Eliza. Ain't I?"

Troy could feel his mind sink helplessly down into a mental landscape of soft cushions, silky sheets, Kashmir sweaters and smooth skin, filled with the sense of sweet perfume and the musky aroma of aroused women.

He knew that he was loosing himself, but the feeling was so pleasant, so comfortable, that he did not manage to put up much resistance. Instead he felt himself embracing the changes.

"You are madly in love with me," Fred told him. "And your only need is to serve me and make me happy. You long to suck my dick!"

"I long to suck your dick!"

"You want me to fuck you hard and often!"

"I want you to make love to me!"

Troy found that his suit had changed into a top and a skirt, and he found himself admiring the way the top enhanced the female curves of his body.

He touched his crotch and felt his penis and balls shrink into oblivion.

He didn't mind. She didn't mind. Eliza didn't mind. She needed her grotto to welcome her lover. She needed her pussy to embrace his cock. She wanted that, very much!

“Woow!” she said, looking down at her impressive cleavage. “That was one weird dream. You know what, boss? I dreamed I was a man!”


“Did you like it, Melissa?”

“Nah, not a bit! It felt nothing like this,like this wonderful body! That's strange! It feels like it's new to me!"

"You have had it all your life Eliza. Don't you remember how your tits started to grow when you were 13, and how you blossomed into a beautiful cheerleader?"

"I guess..."

"You were never that good at schoolwork, were you? But the boys loved you!"

"Yeah," she giggled. "They wanted to touch me down there!"

"And you liked that, didn't you?"

"They loved me, you know."

"The way I love you! Why don't you take off your top and touch those enormous tits of yours. I am sure they long to be caressed."

"Oh yeah!" Eliza agreed. "Do you want to watch?"

"If you let me," Fred replied.

He found it hard to believe what he was seeing. The magic had worked much better than he had ever dreamed. The bottle was worth every singe dollar he paid for it.

Eliza was now lost in her own tits. She caressed them, pinched them, lifted them, tasted them, all while she was humming an unrecognizable tune.

There was nothing left of Troy's sharp mind, his creativity and his resistance. This was a woman happily at peace with herself and the world.

"You know, when I touch my nipples like this, I can feel it in my tiny toes! Hmmm, I wonder how it would feel like if you touched them."

He caressed them, carefully.

"Hmmmmm, that's so good. Now I can feel it tingling down there in my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy!"

She was jumping like a little girl in the chair.

He didn't wait for her to change her mind, and he soon found himself between her thighs, tasting her moist sex and licking her clit."

She started to trash around in the chair.

"Aaaaaaah, that's so good. I need you..., I need you to..."

"Yes, lover?"

Deep down in Eliza's mind the old Troy lost his last struggle.

"I want you inside me!"

Quickly Fred helped her out of her remaining garments, took off his clothes and lifted her up on the desk.


Eliza spread her legs and rested her back on the desk. "Come into me, baby. Come inside me!"

She looked with fascination at his hard penis, and trembled in anticipation.

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me, pleeeeease!"

Fred thrust his dick into her and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

She could feel him moving inside her and she felt happy and fulfilled.

She started to massage her own clit furiously, sensing a wave of orgasms coming on.

There were no more worries in her mind. She did not care about what tomorrow would bring. She didn't care about her career or her salary or what the other employees of the company might or might not think about her.

She trusted Fred completely and without reservation, so there were no emotional breaks to stop her body from shifting into erotic overdrive.

She could feel her pussy muscles tighten around Fred's penis and the first of a series of orgasms shook her body. She was drooling, crying, yelping and scratching, and she held Fred's ass tight to keep him inside her.

He couldn't hold back, however, and he ejaculated inside her with a load grunt. "Oooagh! That was sooo gooooood!" he cried.

She laughed happily and sat up on the desk.

"Fred, where do I live?"

"I am told that Troy agreed to let you take over his apartment, but for the time being you are living with me, darling. You know, as long as we feel comfortable with each other."

"Oh, I do, Fred, I do!"

Deep inside her, Fred's sperm struggled uphill towards the holy grail of semen, a ripe egg waiting to be united with its new lover.

Troy's life was about to be dramatically changed -- again and forever.

The pictures of Eliza are taken from my favorite site of visual erotica, namely Realitykings.com. Their pictorials are perfect for captioning, as you get a large number of images to choose among.

The original cap that was the starting point for this story can be found to the right. It was made for Melissa over at TGcapmeTGcapyouThe3rd

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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous4/12/2008

    That loyal worker is actually lucky. Set for life, everything taken care of. Id love for that to happen to me.

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  2. Anonymous1/23/2009

    wat is the name of the girl

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