Harriet’s Odyssey

Harry stared at the tiny satiny black dress and heels in the clutch. She grimaced as she headed to the restrooms, struggling to keep her overlarge and ill fitting clothes from sliding off her newly acquired curves. She nearly went into the men’s room by habit but stopped herself and went for the ladies. She went into a cubicle and started to remove her clothes. As she exposed more and more of her body she slowed.

The Senator had never used exchange before. Real men didn’t was what Harry had said. She hefted a large and sensitive breast. This was nothing like she had ever expected.

She pulled out the skimpy dress and slid it over her head. It fit like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. She kindof liked it. No bra. No panties. She looked slutty. She really like it. The shoes were the icing on the caked. They gave her petite blonde figure much needed height. In them she was five foot at most. Her enemy wanted her small and weak and sexy. Check. She put her phone, wallet and keys in the bag. Her expensive suite, shirt, tie, belt and leather shoes she took to the coat check. When she got her body back she could get them. She hoped. She called an Uber.

Harry… now Harriet, started with her political rival, a Senator named Richard Floss. As she approached his office, there was simmering excitement in Harriet’s eyes.

The X-change pill she’d been slipped was obviously not a vanilla one in its effects and, despite her previous heterosexuality, she was already getting quite aroused by the idea of being a cum-slut. She had to remind herself that she needed to cum to get her proper body back. She strode into the office and to the lift which she rode to the third floor.

There was no secretary and the office door was open. Floss was on a call, but his eyes bulged when he saw Harriet enter in her skimpy black dress and high heels. She strutted in, her hips swaying with each step, and she could see his cock harden through his pants. She smiled inwardly. She needed his cum after all.

"Richard, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with feminine sweetness. Why did she call him darling? It just felt right to her now. "I've got something to show you."

Senator Richard's eyes widened as he witnessed Harriet's raw sexuality. He was a man known for his vices, and she could see the wheels turning in his head as he took in her voluptuous curves. He quickly ended his call, his gaze never leaving her. "Who are you?!" he spat, though his tone was far from angry.

"It's me, Harry," she giggled, batting her now-long lashes as she did a little pirouette to show off her banging new body. "But now, thanks to my unknown benefactor, I'm Harriet. I've got something you've been dying to get your hands on." She stepped closer, her tits bouncing with each step, and slid onto his desk, uncrossing her legs to show off her smooth, shaved pussy. She watched his reaction with unexpected relish.

Senator Richard's face was a mask of studied aloofness, but his arousal was clear. "Harry? Jesus man! Is that really you? What the fuck have you done to yourself?" he laughed, trying to hide his erection.

"Oh, this?" Harriet giggled, playing with her hair. "It's just a little... makeover. Not voluntary obviously. But… You know how it is, darling, you have to roll with the punches." She leaned back on her hands, arching her back and pushing her tits out even further.

Senator Richard's eyes were glued to her cleavage. "What do you want?" he growled, though his voice was strained with lust. She had him hooked.

"Oh, I think you know," Harriet cooed, reaching for the bulge in his pants. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it pulse beneath her touch. "I need a taste of you," she whispered, her voice seemed to bypass his rational mind.

Senator Richard's eyes glazed over as he stared at her. "Harry?" he breathed, his hand moving to caress her cheek.

"In the flesh," Harriet murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his thumb trace her plump, painted lips. "And I need your... assistance."

Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking it through his pants until he couldn't hold back a groan. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered, "Let me suck you off, Richard. I'll make it worth your while."

He was torn between anger at her previous betrayal and the irresistible urge to feel her lips wrapped around him. Harry was a total slut! The man Floss knew would never suck another man’s cock. He couldn’t have asked for a better ****. With a chuckle, he gave in to his desires and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Harriet's innocent eyes lit up at the sight of his thick, veiny member, and she didn't waste a second. She leaned down, her full, red lips parting to take him in, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Senator Richard's hand fisted in her hair as he pushed her down further, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. She took him in eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. His eyes rolled back in his head as she worked her magic, her mouth a wet, warm heaven for his cock. Harriet moaned around him, her own arousal growing with each passing second.

Floss’ grip tightened, and he began to fuck her face roughly, his desk rocking with the **** of his thrusts. Harriet didn't care. All she could think about was getting him to cum, to fill her mouth with the precious seed that would bring her back to her true form. She worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

The Senator's breathing grew ragged as he neared climax. "Oh, fuck, Harry, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice strained with lust.

"Mmhmm," Harriet murmured, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She needed his semen. It was the key to her transformation back to Harry, the powerful Senator she used to be. The taste of power was addictive, but it was nothing compared to the thought of regaining control over her own body.

Her mouth was wet and hungry, wrapped around his cock, her hands playing with his balls as she sucked and licked with an enthusiasm that would have outdone a porn star. She could feel his muscles tensing, his body poised on the brink of release. This was it. This was what she needed.

"Cum for me, Richard," she purred, her voice a seductive whine. "Cover my face with your hot, sticky cum."

Harriet’s words were like a trigger. With a gasp, he exploded in her mouth, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. Harriet eagerly swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste. It was bitter and salty, but to her, it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted, it promised to make her a man again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she waited for the x-change inside her react to the foreign DNA.

For a moment, she thought she could feel her body shifting back, the custom x-change working its magic, but as the euphoria of his climax faded, she realized she was still trapped in her bimbo body. She pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked up at him with a mix of desperation and anger. "Why isn't it working?" she demanded, her voice now a whine.

“Um why isn’t what working…” he said.

Her eyes grew wide with fear and she looked around the room, as if searching for the invisible culprit. “The Cum-Cure!? I’m meant to be turning back into me!” Richard’s wasn’t her enemy. It was someone else!!

Senator Richard's chest heaved with exertion, his cock still hard in his hand. "Cum-Cure?" he asked, his voice still thick with lust.

"The custom x-change!" Harriet snapped, her fear and anger making her voice shrill. "I need to swallow the cum of the person who made me like this to become a man again!"

Senator Richard's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, his arousal dissipating as confusion took hold.

"The Cum-Cure X-change!" Harriet almost screamed. "You're not the enemy that made me like this!" She turned and left in a huff.

Senator Richard stared after her, his cock still in his hand, utterly bewildered. "What the fuck was that?" he muttered, shaking his head.