Corporate ascention

As he entered the stairway, Adam asked for a list of the changes running on Darren Park. He'd only met the young executive a few times, the man had always been friendly enough in a bland, corporate way. When he took over the general manager slot, Darren sent out a long email that talked about how excited he was to be taking on these new responsibilities and how he looked forward to tackling challenges together as a team. Adam had barely read the thing and only half remembered how he tried to fit his life story into what should have been a short email.

Darren's parents had emigrated from China when he was very young, and he grew up in an especially indulged lifestyle. He was doted upon by his parents and relatives, wanting for nothing. His parents were one of those accused but never formally charged in a famous scandal for illicit payments made to get kids into college by abusing athletic scholarships. They declined to be featured in the documentary.

Anna brought the information Adam requested into his vision.

Darren Park

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Active changes:

Lowered fertility protocol

Reduced libido protocol

General health boost protocol

Genetic disease inhibitor

Fat reduction protocol

Muscle stimulation (lean protocol)

Increased anal sensitivity

Increased prostate sensitivity

Anal self lubricant protocol

Penis size reduction protocol.

Adam scanned over the text as he climbed another flight of stairs. "Thanks Anna. Let's get rid of the reduced libido protocol and replace it with an improved libido protocol, please. And-"

He stopped for a second. He was supposed to make changes, right? Adam had some wicked ideas.

"Let's go ahead and shift him a little more. Add in the nipple sensitivity protocol from the shortstack profile and can we give him breasts? Maybe half the size of a shortstack."

A twinge of guilt got caught in his gut. I'm turning into a monster every bit as bad as User 003. But I can change them all back when I have full command access.

"Affirmative. Prioritizing changes. Initializing now. Changes complete in (28) minutes."

"Thank you Anna. Please save this change profile as Futa."

"Affirmative. New category created: Futa."

Adam continued to climb.

Darren sat in a large corner office four floors higher than Carmen's. He was shorter than Adam, even before the changes. His black hair which used to be kept in a short side swept style, now was tied back, reaching down to his shoulders. He was every bit the child of his parents- his sharp suit changed with him thanks to his family’s tailor. Darren took pride in his appearance before, but now he was lean and toned in all the right places, giving him an extremely feminine shape. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t mind most of the changes. From his tie to his cuff links, to his polished shoes, he had convinced himself he was the best his gender had to offer.

He thought he looked like his cousin before the changes. She had been an amateur Insta model before. To the horror of her family, she got a healthy boost in followers as fans got to watch her literal bimbofication.

Darren heard a voice from outside his office. His secretary probably; she was a friend of the family his mother had asked him to hire. Nice enough girl, he supposed. Darren certainly didn’t complain that her short skirts were usually just shy of corporate standards. As thoughts of her crossed his mind a dull pang of lust filled him. He shifted, uncomfortably, and his shirt dragged against his chest. Then another new sensation emerged.

"What the-"

Tentatively he reached to his chest, giving himself a cautious prod. The fabric on his tailored shirt started to pull against the buttons; his fingers trailed over skin more sensitive than ever. A small drop of precum soaked into his silk boxers.

A voice from outside caught his attention. "Sir, I'm sorry b-but you don't have an appointment."

A different voice replied in a low rumble. "Just a few minutes if you can. I promise that Mr. Park will absolutely want to speak with me."

Despite being on the other side of the wall, the voice sounded powerful. Authoritative. Few voices in the world held that weight anymore.

Darren peaked through a small slit in his blinds. Huan Li squirmed in her seat as an absolute bear of a man stood over her desk. She did her best to keep her eyes from glancing at the bulge plainly visible running down one pant leg. Her thighs pressed together under the desk.

"S-sir-"

"Miss Li! I-I have a few minutes,” Darren interrupted, opening the door in a rush. His blushing secretary looked equal parts relieved and disappointed.

Adam turned towards the door. The director’s slim frame was accentuated by a suit that, until a few minutes ago, fit perfectly. Even now, Darren’s chest pulled at the fabric, and his own bulge formed a crease in his otherwise impeccable slacks.

"Mr…" he stood straighter, relying on his formal upbringing to feel like he had an ounce of authority.

"McKellen."

"Of course- the- changes make it so hard to recognize anyone these days. Why- why don't you step inside?" He gestured with one hand, which made him suppress a flinch as the fabric caressed his budding breasts.

Darren's penis, small as it was, still ground uncomfortably against the soaked inside of his boxers, sending small jolts of pleasure that he suppressed with a shaky smile. He watched as Adam’s gigantic frame seemed to fill the entire office. An intoxicating scent seemed to follow him. Darren adjusted his tie, trying to take in more air. With as much professionalism as he could muster, he planted himself behind his desk.

"So, Mister McKellen. Ahem. What can I do for you today?"

Adam sat on the overly large couch on the other end of the office, prompting tortured groaning from the furniture under the weight of his bulk. The office was sizable, lit by a large window facing the busy street. Wood decor and bookshelf trinkets- this was not the office of a man who understood the middle class.

"You've been paying attention to the news,” Adam began, cautiously eyeing the slim Chinese man for changes. “I won the lottery. There's only about 300 men like me in the entire US." He paused. Park gestured for him to continue. "I'm a distraction. I tried to take some sick time to stay out of the office and I was told to come in anyways. I would like to work from home."

"Well, unfortunately, the law being what it is, we can't discriminate based on any of the global changes, and that includes giving anyone special treatment."

Adam’s professionalism dropped. "Darren. Look at me." He lowered his voice. "Your secretary tried to jump me after a two minute conversation. Please. I'm begging you. If I'm not working from home, half of this office will be pregnant in a week."

Darren's face burned at the thought. His lubricant production went crazy as his hole clenched at the idea of this monster stud fucking his way through the entire office. He opened his mouth to say something, but his thoughts spun in circles trying to form a response. Instead he stood, walking over to a small cabinet where he shakily poured a drink and slammed it back.

Adam waited.

Darren stayed with his back turned, trying to compose himself. He was not what anyone would call charming; he was more at home in a boardroom than he was at his home. But with Adam in his office, he was starting to feel like maybe he had won the lottery, too. As the whiskey burn in his throat receded, Darren walked over to him, putting as much sway into his step as he could muster, stopping just short of the couch. His shirt was suddenly too tight.

"Unfortunately, Mister McKellen. Your current position doesn't allow for that… but," he paused to bite his lip and take another step closer, "we can find you a new position… directly under me." As he said this, he slid sideways, delicately, into Adam's lap to sit. He clasped his hands behind Adam's neck to pull him into a needy kiss.

Adam was starting to get used to the desperation of men and women alike. At one time he may have been picky; his cock wasn't. One of Adam's hands came up to grab the director’s hip, his other resting lightly on his knee.

Darren's fingers ran through Adam's hair. Every hungry kiss sent a shiver through him. After a minute, he pulled away, shrugging out of his rapidly tightening suit and dropping his clothes on the floor without care or thought.

Darren slid off the couch onto his knees, between Adam's thighs. The smell made his mouth water. He tugged, pulling the Alpha’s pants and underwear down as he went.

A massive cock flopped out, stiff and somehow still growing. Darren’s first touch was gentle: a caress with just the tip of his tongue, licking down the side, then up the other. Adam let out a moan as his head fell back.

"Fuck."

Darren ran his tongue down the shaft again, pressing harder, flicking against the base before taking the tip into his mouth.

The longer Darren took to enjoy his newfound meal, the more his breasts swelled. His nipples started to stick out, eager to be part of the excitement. He took a breath in between attempts to suck.

"God, you're fucking huge."

He moved his head down, taking as much as he could, a **** vacuum between his lips as he came back up.

"I don't think I've ever seen one so big."

His tongue played with the head, tasting and savoring every part, lapping up every bead of precum, sending shivers down his spine.

"I want it."

He sucked the head, moving his hands to the shaft, stroking him firmly. Adam leaned back, enjoying the **** servitude. Femboys looked so much like coeds… except this femboy had bigger tits than any of them. Fuck. They just keep growing too.

"I want your huge, fat cock inside me," came a **** plea between strokes. He looked up. Adam nodded.

Clambering back up into Adam's lap, he drew the mountain of a man back into a deep needy kiss. He lined himself up with Adam's spitslick cock. Darren's chest tingled as it brushed against Adam's soft cotton shirt.

"Mister McKellen, I don't want you to stop with half the office, I want you to knock me up too."

For a second, Adam mulled on the impossible request. This wasn’t a desire he programmed. No, this was something that came from deep inside the chatty futa. And he was going to find out how deep.

Darren lowered his lubricated ass down on Adam’s shaft, tight like a latex glove being carefully slipped on. He grinned savagely as Adam's cock split him in two. Every inch deeper sank him into pleasure. He let out a low moan as it stretched him.

"It's so big. Nnggg… I feel like I'm gonna burst!” He dug his fingertips into Adam’s chest as if it would pull the cock deeper inside of him. “Fill me up!"

Adam's mouth was occupied with running his tongue along Darren's budding breasts. He teased those perky nipples with a soft bite as Darren gyrated and clenched on top of Adam's mammoth rod. Each pinch and flick sent rippling shudders through his taut feminine form, the nanites translating the sensation into unthinkable pleasure. Each shake caused him to leak more from his tiny cock, each unwilling convulsion **** Adam's cock to throb against Darren's sinful little g-spot.

Darren couldn't hold it.

"P-please- please, oh! I'm so close! Fuck! Give it to me. Give it to me!”

Darren squirted an absolutely pathetic amount of cum onto Adam's chest, still bouncing like his life depended on it. A small trail clung to him, whipping around wildly as he shook and writhed, clenching and relaxing over and over trying to milk his prize out.

Adam's teeth came down on Darren's soft flesh, drawing a hard yelp and another orgasm from his **** body. Another bite, more cum. Another thrust, another scream. Eventually the tight lubed femboy ass was too much for him. He rocked Darren down and filled him with a torrent of sticky hot cum, coating the femboy’s insides and triggering another soul-melting orgasm.

Poor Huan Li sat in her chair outside the door and squirmed, unable to stop listening to her boss getting railed. Unable to resist touching herself in the reception area as her body betrayed her. Unable to stop herself from cumming as she listened to climax after climax from a man she had a crush on for the last decade, a man who she had begged her mother to arrange for her to work for just so she could be closer to him. Unable to stop herself as all the adoration she had felt for him was erased, dripping out from her pussy, completely replaced with lust for a man she had tried to turn away.

Anna flashed a message in Adam's vision.

"Single target test completed. Subtask (2) of (2) completed. Tasks remaining (3)"