Another Enemy

Outside Floss’ office, Harriet leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She’d thought she was so close, but now she was back to square one. She needed to find her true enemy, the one who had done this to her. The one whose cum would set her free.

Her thoughts raced as she struggled to remember the names of people who had motive to see her fall from grace. They needed cocks to give her the cum cure. Her former business partner, jilted lovers, scorned employees. Each one had more reason than the last to want her in this state of sexual servitude. But who was it? Who had the recourses and an axe to grind to make her crave cock like this?

Hmmm. Cock. She closed her eyes and remembered sucking Richard’s cock. The memory should have appalled her not aroused her!

Her hand slid down to her pussy, and she gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. The x-change had stolen her masculinity and power. It had made her insatiable, a living, breathing sex toy. And she needed cum. Now. But not just any cum would do. She needed the right cum. But, honestly, any cum would do!

With a newfound sense of urgency, Harriet pushed off the wall and strode down the hallway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She knew who her next target would be: her former business partner, Mark. He had lost everything to her schemes and had been seething with resentment ever since. If anyone had the power and motive to orchestrate this, it was him. Yeah. He’d want to turn her into his cum hungry little slut.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of her phone vibrating in her pocket. She pulled it out to see an anonymous message: -Good luck, slut. Remember, you need the right cum to change back. Keep looking.- The sender was unknown, but the message was clear. This was a game she had to play, and the prize was her very identity.