Jasmine/Jason, fighting against their new destiny

Jason, or Jasmine to most people now, was screaming internally. He'd gained a Credit point on day six for being a "good girl." And he'd managed to put it to use on himself, trying to undo the damage her- his treacherous wife and the neighbors had **** her through.

What did he get out of that? Not as much as he'd hoped. His former personality was mostly in control of his inner thoughts, but his body was still Jasmine's in appearance, behavior and desires, and anyone dominating him made Jasmine take control and surrender them to whatever denigration that they requested of her.

And currently, Jason was screaming internally, but Jasmine was giving a blushing smile at Nicholas Wright, her manager, who had moved up to her with a look in his eyes Jason didn't like.

"Jasmine," he said in a patronizing tone, crossing his arms and looking down at Jasmine. He was wearing a white shirt, suspenders and a tie, and had definitely gotten a masculinity upgrade, being three hundred pounds and six foot nine, where before he probably barely reached five foot nine and about half his current mass. "Is this normal office attire?" He asked and waved an inquiring hand at her body

Jasmine looked down at herself and found she'd morphed her more professional office suit into a pair of mini shorts and a strapless knitted top.

Jasmine was still a senior accountant at a local accounting firm, but after the UC-events of last week, the normally grey and boring colleagues of his had either gotten a bit more color and character, like Jasmine, less color and more character, like some of the vampires, androids or worse, or just more spite at having to work with horny people not doing their jobs as well as before.

"I'm not hearing you complain about office attire to Jessica," Jasmine said with a hint of accent as she pointed at the animated skeleton with nothing but a blonde wig on her head, filling up her coffee cup ten feet away.

Jessica turned around and leaned against the kitchen desk, hip bone making a small screeching sound against the edge. "Sup," she said and saluted with her coffee cup, making an impossible sipping sound as the coffee vanished into nothingness.

"We've come to the conclusion Jessica's outfit is... less disturbing this way. Besides, she's still crunching her numbers expertly, unlike many others," Nicholas said as he put a hand on Jasmine's shoulder to lead her into his office. Jasmine sighed, rolled her eyes and walked along with him for the chewing out.

As he closed the door, Jasmine changed to a more annoyed demeanor and caught Nicholas' gaze. "Alright, so this is getting old. I already gave you a hand job for this two days ago. People are going to notice you're abusing your position if you keep singling me out."

Nicholas chuckled and gave her a smile. "Sure, but who is going to arrest me for that? You know the new rules. Anything sexual cannot be punished harshly, or you'll be wrung."

Wrung was a term that had quickly been written into the vocabulary when people realized there were certain "faux pas" things you could no longer do, or more correctly, tell people what not to do. Within certain limits, for sure, but still leaving the world a much lewder place than before. If anyone tried to push back on lewd behavior... well, lets just say it would just lead to more of it on their own expense.

"That doesn't mean I can't punish you in a lewd manner," Nicholas said and opened a drawer on his desk, pulling out a suspiciously thick sheet of paper. He slapped it onto the table, rotated it around and slid it over for Jasmine to read. "I've been lucky, I got a Credit point for a deal I did yesterday," he said as he pulled out an expensive pen and suspended it between his index fingers.

Jasmine looked down and saw it was some sort of contract. Not very long, just a couple of paragraphs. She scoffed, sat down and began skimming through it. As she read it, it felt as if the text crawled on the paper, but she ignored that feeling when she realized what he was suggesting.

"This is a demotion, to say the least," Jasmine said and scowled. "Still, a fancy way to incept a change on someone, I must admit," she added. It was clear the moment the paper was signed, the Credit would be spent and the target would opt in on the changes.

"Someone came across it a few days back and shared it on the internet, but you know, Carpe Diem," Nicholas said as he put the pen on top of the paper. "You're not management material if you don't hunt opportunities for improvements. "

"And when it comes to the demotion..." He said before he paused, looking her over like she was a piece of meat, causing the submissive instincts of Jasmine to flutter to life for a moment. "I think we both know it would suit your day-to-day much better. And who knows, maybe you'll be able to make Credits easier that way?"

"I've seen your search history. You're looking to change yourself. This slip won't stop you from doing so," Nicholas said while poking the paper with a digit. "But it will leave us out of each other's way."

Jasmine was about to tell him to fuck off, but some part of her knew he'd just keep increasing the pressure and making her life hell, staying on vigil every minute of the day. And... Jasmine didn't feel too squeamish about the extra job description. She'd even get to keep a distant office and work half her time on accounting.

"Fuck it, why not," Jasmine said, picked up the pen and signed the sheet on the dotted line.

"Excellent," Nicholas said with a mirthful smile, getting up from his seat and moving towards the exit. "Let me show you your new workplace," he said as he put a hand on the small of her back. Jasmine smiled, a new curiosity and optimism creeping into her mind.

Down a few hallways, stairs and past the dank storages of the basements, Nicholas showed her the way. It looked and smelled so dirty, but Jasmine loved it. She wasn't afraid of some filth. In fact, she loved it!

"Here we are," Nicholas said as he opened a door next to the disused bathrooms. "Your new office," he said as he revealed the five foot by ten foot room. It had a television screen on the wall, a rudimentary folding chair and a pop up table.

Jasmine giggled as she saw the glory holes in the walls. "Wow, I've always wanted one of these places for myself," she said and kissed Nicholas on the cheek. She had aimed for his mouth but he'd been quick to dodge that bullet. She couldn't blame him, she was a filthy girl.

At least, that was what Jasmine thought. Jason was raging deep down, realizing he'd been tricked. Jasmine had been given the upper hand again, his Credit neutralized by Nicholas' Credit.

It didn't matter though. Before Nicholas had time to anything but spank her butt and send her moaning and giggling into her new office, a black cock was perking out of one of the holes. Jasmine cooed and stripped off her pants and set to work jerking the cock up. "I didn't know we had a black guy at the office," She said to Nicholas who was taking a photo with his phone of her firsts glory hole job.

"Well, this is a service for the entire building, my dear Jasmine. It's a tough task, but I'm sure you're up to it," he said as he put away his phone and began closing the door.

"Wow, the entire building?" Jasmine asked, awestruck, one hand idly jerking the black cock as it engorged. "Thank you sir, I won't disappoint!"

"I know you won't, I spent good Credits on making you the best glory hole slut we got," Nicholas said and chuckled before closing the door. in the hallways, he sent the picture he'd taken to Marcus. He knew well enough to not mess with someone's property without consent from the owner. It didn't take long before he got a thumbs up.

Then another ping. A message informing him he'd gained a new Credit point. "Huh, that was quick," Nicholas said silently to himself before shrugging and putting his phone back into a pocket. 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,' he thought to himself and began whistling a happy tune as he began spit balling a new contract in his head.

[images: Elle Voneva]