Business partner

Harriet’s ass swayed as she urgently walked down the hallway, approaching Mark's office. She could feel her body responding to the thought of what was to come, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wetter with each step. She knew she had to play the part of the bimbo slut to perfection if she wanted to get what she needed from him but a part of her worried that it wasn’t an act. She dismissed her concerns. She didn’t want to be trapped in this body and she had to blow him. That was all. She wasn’t enjoying this. But her body told her a very different story.

When she arrived, she didn't bother knocking. She just walked in, her wide hips swaying and her perfectly rounded tits bouncing in a way that was impossible to ignore. Mark looked up from his desk, surprise flashing across his face as he took in her new form. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, Mark, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "It's me, Harry. Well, now I'm Harriet, thanks to a little enforced x-change makeover. And I've got something you're going to love." She strutted over to him, her dress riding up so high it was a wonder it didn't just fall off.

Mark's eyes widened in shock, taking in the busty blonde before him. He recognised the inflection of voice, but the body... that was something else entirely. "What the fuck did you do to yourself?" he asked, his eyes filled with fascination. Harry was too much of a misogynistic asshole to take x-change … wasn’t he.

"Someone gave me a custom x-change cum plus. And I need to find them… was it you?" Harriet giggled, leaning over his desk and giving him an eyeful of her ample cleavage. "Because if it was I need your cim to feel like myself again."

Mark's eyes followed the path of her breasts, his mind racing. "What?" he asked warily.

"I need your cum," Harriet said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. She reached down and slid her hand up her skirt, her fingers finding her wet, throbbing pussy. "You see, the only way for me to change back is to swallow the cum of the person who did this to me."

Mark's jaw dropped as he stared at her, his eyes glued to her hand. "You don’t say?"

"We need to have sex," Harriet said, her voice a seductive purr. "You give me your cum, and I can change back to Harry. But if it wasn’t you, I'll just have to keep being this delicious little slut, begging for cock everywhere I go." She pouted.

Mark grinned. “Really? But… If I did this too you why would I ever give you my cum?”

“Because… um… if I don’t get it, I’ll keep sucking and fucking until I find whoever did this…” Harriet said, her eyes flashing with determination. She slid closer to him, her hand still playing with her wet slit. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and despite his initial shock, Mark could feel his own body responding. “Think of it as ****. I fucked you in the past and you can fuck me?” she purred, her voice a siren’s call that seemed to resonate deep within him. “And just imagine the power you’d have over me. A helpless, horny slut at your beck and call.” It sounded wonderful to her. And Mark was so handsome…

Mark considered. He’d not done this to Harry but she didn’t know that. And when an opportunity like this falls in your lap … you grab it by the hips and fuck its brains out. “Bend over the desk…” he instructed her.

“Oh goody!!” Her heart racing, she turned and bent over his desk, her ass sticking out like a ripe peach begging to be taken. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her dress up and she panted with need. The cool air of the office brushed against her wet pussy, making her shiver.

Mark wasted no time, his thick cock immediately pressing against her entrance. He didn’t bother with foreplay, just rammed into her without preamble. She let out a squeal and bit her lip, the sudden pain mixing with a strange, overwhelming pleasure. The x-change had turned her into a creature of pure need, and she found herself craving the very thing that would allow her to escape her predicament. She wanted cum inside her!

With each thrust, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Her body was betraying her, begging for release even as the vestiges of her masculinity struggled to survive. Was this what she really wanted? To be a cum-slut for the rest of her life?

As much as she tried to resist, the pleasure was too intense. Her pussy clenched around him, her hips bucking back to meet his every stroke. Mark's grunts grew louder, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared his climax. "You're going to love this, Harry," he snarled, his breath hot on her neck.

And then it happened. The moment she had been craving. He shot his load deep inside her, filling her up with hot, sticky cum. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she climaxed.

Her eyes widened as she felt his seed filling her. “You know if they lied and it’s Breeder X-Change you’re royally fucked,” he joked. She grunted and slid off him, catching the semen dribbling from her pussy with her cupped hand and swallowing it. Nothing happened. She remained a slut, her body still craving more.

"Was that it?" she asked, her voice still shaky from the orgasm. Mark just chuckled, zipping up his pants. "Well, if that's all you've got, I guess I'll just have to keep looking," she said, her tone a mix of frustration and disappointment.

Mark's smirk grew wider. "So you're a slut on a mission. How... delightful. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help," he said, not bothering to hide his amusement. “I must admit you deserve this.”

"Fuck you," Harriet spat, pulling her dress back into place and storming out of the office. She was getting nowhere fast, and her body was betraying her with every passing second. The need to orgasm was a constant throb, a pulsing ache that made it hard to think straight.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the chime of her phone. Another anonymous message. -Tick tock, slut. Time is running out. Maybe you're not looking in the right places.- The taunt was like a knife in her gut. Whoever was behind this was enjoying her suffering, and she vowed to make them pay.

She considered her next stop for an enemy to blow. Who should she try next? She felt herself get excited as she considered. “Fucking body…” she wanted to be a man again and hoped there was a cum-cure somewhere. She needed to suck cock.

Her phone buzzed again with a text from the anonymous sender. -You're getting warmer, Harry. Keep looking. The one you seek is closer than you think.- The cryptic message only served to fuel her desperation. Who could be behind this twisted game? The world was rife with her enemies, but which one had the means and the motive to do this to her?

She stormed towards the elevator, her mind racing with possibilities. The doors opened and she stepped in, her voluptuous body reflected in the mirrored walls. The sight of her new form only served to motivate her further.

As the elevator descended, she felt the eyes of the other passenger male on her, their gaze lingering on her exposed flesh. The x-change had made her an object of desire, and she hated it. But a part of her liked it too. The sex was great she had to admit as cum dribbled down her inner thigh.