One week later

Even though the job was pretty easy, working as an assistant hadn't been as boring as Erik thought it would. Arranging meetings and talking to different sponsors had certainly helped build up his passive confidence. Walking around the office was no longer a hassle as he had gotten used to the predatory stares and inappropriate comments about his lithe form and feminine clothing. Ah yes, the clothing. It had gotten more and more feminine by the day. Clara insisted on it after all so there was no arguing with that. And the more clothes he had worn, the more comfortable they had gotten.

With time those pills he had taken as a routine were secretly changing Erik both mentally and physically. He noticed the changes from time to time, while looking in the mirror or looking at photos of himself. He felt as if it should have bothered him that he was gradually getting shorted, more curvy and his skin becoming more smooth, but none of it did. His hair had even gotten longer in such a short time. There was no denying that something was fishy, but arguing against any of it didn't seem to occur to Erik. He wasn't sure why, but it was as if he started to enjoy it. And who knows? So many changes in one week, what changes might develop in the next year?

His relationship with Clara hadn't changed since one week back. Publicly she was his boss and he was just her assistant, but behind closed doors they were as personally involved as any loving couple. With the help of those pills, she was beginning to shape Erik into what she wanted him to be. His loyalty and admiration of her was only strengthening by the day. His femininity and gentleness was flourishing with great approval of the people around him. His sexuality had changed drastically, and with time made him more open Clara's suggestions. She was always on top of course, and Erik had become accustomed to that fact. He was almost ashamed of how complete he felt when slutty instincts took hold of him as Clara plowed his ass without mercy. There more time he spent breathing in Clara's pheromones the more his thoughts were flooded with fantasies of being dominted and owned. He couldn't even hide his girly moans anymore. As soon as he felt Clara's gentle touch, Erik's mind became numb. Her suggestions were no longer just suggestions, they were commands.

He even noticed that he began to almost crave the taste of her cum. He didn't like to think about it, but he knew that he longed for every moment he could make her cum inside him. Adding to all that, something else had changed aswell. His penis hadn't only shrunken (which struck a huge blow to his confidence due to its already small size) but he started to struggle with getting erections. By the end of the week he was even shooting blanks when reaching orgasm. But boy did he enjoy them, despite the lack of cum leaking out of his little dicklet. It felt like heaven when Clara's cock brushed against his prostate and filling his ass deliciously.

Through it all, the core of his comfort was when they were both laying in her impossibly soft bed, cuddling until they fall asleep. In the middle of the week he was told that he no longer had an apartment, and that it was now written that he lived with Clara. He didn't really mind, but he would be lying if he said that it didn't bother him.

But in conclusion, his time at Lane Corp had made him feel better in general. So, time to hear the rest...