Later that day

Later that afternoon James dad Dan was listening to the radio while he filed papers when suddenly static and Drake’s voice. Dan was a fat balding middle aged man with slat and pepper goatee.

“Hello Dan, how’s it going?”

Dan looked around and muttered about this not being his country music station.

“Listen closely Dan Summers, from now on you are a perverse pansexual reality bending puppet completely bent to Drake Walker’s will. You are the only one of your reality bending kind and bend reality as an extension of my will. A being that shall have the power to read the minds and deep rooted desires of others and use it to perpetually communicate with me telepathically and carry out my will without hesitation always..”

Dan clenched his head and convulsed as his mind and genetic makeup shifted. Regaining consciousness Dan looked around sneering and leering at his office. Experimentally Dan shifted his right hand into a feminine position his knuckle hair disappearing and his nails growing long and a ladylike rose pink reverting his hand back to its original form. Scanning the mind of his boss’s secretary was a breeze. She was a mature woman who was pushed around by her husband until he passed away a disrespected by her daughter and grandchildren, she wanted to be strong and respected.

Strutting up to her desk Dan was greeted by Ellen’s stern face, Dan focused on corrupting her mind as the 70 year old secretary began reeling in her seat her eyes rolling back into her head. After about 30 seconds Ellen snapped out of it and looked at Dan with grateful and lustful eyes.

“Hey Mr Summers, right on time Mr Harrington is in a meeting with the CFO right now.”

Ellen’s face wore a devious smile as she unlocked the door and let Dan in. Jim Harrington was a 59 year old man who enjoyed golf he was of average buld and graying hair on the sides and the CFO Clint Rinchard was 35 very athletic and decently muscled with a neatly cut and combed brown hair. Looking startled the boss sneered Summers what are you doing here?! I have a business to run!” Jim felt funny and sluggish like he was in a reality alteration **** and that he was like a prisoner in his body (because he was) when suddenly all the windows and doors shrank up to nothing. The CFO was first to change clenching his head.

“Cindy feel strange and horny!” Was all that he said.

Dan leered as his boss looked on horrified as Clint’s now going by Cindy’s clothes shifted into a tiny periwinkle bikini and contorted on his masculine lithely frame and his face cracked and warped as his stubble momentarily retreated and his eyelashes grew longer his hair once an executive contour dyed itself blue and grew longer framing her face as hoop earrings appeared on his ears and in his belly button. His nipples puffed up and grew to c cups, his bones cracked and contorted and a Cindy’s crotch bulge disappeared with a slurping sound. “Cindy feels funny- remembering different stuff and horny now! Her voice higher and breathy.

Cindy suddenly began climbing in age with little lines appearing on her face as her already impressive physique began growing more and more muscular. Jim almost having lost all cognitive ability over his body **** himself to mutter out “Clint- wha happening to you..”

Cindy was busy admiring her growing traps and back muscles when she snapped at the gaunt pale man in the leather executive chair. “Name not, Clint. Cindy Richard’s all wo-MAN!”

Her voice dropped an octave becoming almost similar to how it was before. Her hair began falling out as it restyled itself into a pixie cut as she struck poses. Rubbing her washboard abs as they became increasingly defined with pebbled obliques making their appearance. Her face took on a shape similar to that of her former self while bright makeup and acne covered in concealer. Breaking into posing routines she suddenly remembered flexing her bicep as they reached 34” inches around with no sign of slowing down, Cindy’s face wore a smug seem of satisfaction on her virilizing face as her nose grew broader, stubble reappeared along her squarish lantern jaw and her eyebrows grew thicker as as brow ridge formed behind them as her trap muscles rose like dough behind her thickening neck. Cindy began to bite her thin lips and rubbed her swollen enlarged clit as her skin became a dark leathery color and her wrinkles became more prominent. Noticing her calloused thicker hands sprouting hair along her knuckles and began racing up her forearms tracing the ridge of her expanding clit-bulge as fine blondish brown hairs raced up to her navel.

“Cindy so horny, can’t st-ANnD it!” Her voice dropped another half octave before leveling off into a gravelly almost G-7 octave.

Cindy was built as if an alternative punk bimbo are a gorilla whole, she spoke bubbly and effeminate in her gravelly voice as her strut had become masculine and jockish. Cindy’s breasts were droopy litte b cups with pierced small brown nipples as her fuzzy pecs have become a shelf of muscle. The virilization was powerful causing Cindy’s hair to restyle itself into a Mohawk. Reaching out and feeling her swollen veiny calves and quads and leering seductively at the masculine behemoth Dan hiked down Cindy’s bikini bottoms down her chiseled tree trunk legs and began eating her sweaty hairy vagina. Sitting on her former boss’s desk, Jim watched helplessly as Cindy’s oily pimpled wide back and saturated conclave glutes began to sprout hair. The muscular woman moaned in a deep timber instinctively wrapping her legs around Dan’s head having almost crushed it had Dan not willed it to withstand 260 psi. The beastly Cindy made a growling noise as she covered Dan and Jim’s desk in her juices.

Dan willed Jim to speak momentarily saying “What’s the matter Jimmy? You look like you seen a ghost while lapping the thick musky juices from Cindy from his fingers. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost..”

While Cindy struggled to get her tight periwinkle bikini over her 5” soft clit Jim **** out a stammering response “y-you’re fired.”

Dan laughed “oh Jimmy-boy you aren’t the boss anymore..”

Suddenly the sealed office door reappeared as a big archway and a Dan-approved Ellen reappeared.

“I’m in charge here!” Her voice was a rich timber oozing with sex and radiating power. She waddled in wearing a tight leather dress that did little to hug her giant quads and rode up exposing Ellen’s mauve lace panties and giant clit bulge, sheer stockings clung to her bulky hyper muscular legs and stiletto heels that hugged her big feet. She was a towering 7’ tall with massive muscles compared to Cindy’s arms were bent into permanent v shapes unable to lower her overmuscled arms with gravity defying H cups. Her face looking a little younger having a decade shaved off looked stern and fierce but unmistakably beautiful with a petite nose, high cheekbones, big puffy lips and captivating green eyes all framed in platinum blonde tresses pulled up into a bun that framed her attractive face. Her skin was rough and tanned yet flawless with her muscles jutting out in feminine ways, with beach ball glutes and her waist being tapered unnaturally.

Jim looked around horrified as his office redesigned itself with reinforced rich Italian leather furniture, before and after pictures emerged on the walls with women transforming into busty bimbos, blobby SSBBWs, female bodybuilder she-bulls, and everything in between. The desk appeared to become bigger and sturdier becoming obsidian with a diamond top inlay while the nameplate warped from Jim Harrington to Ellen Armburst (she had it changed) meanwhile bodybuilding trophies won by Ellen and Cindy began to appear and pictures of them in skimpy swimsuits on exotic beaches appeared, old wood warped into accented mahogany walls and marble pillars, lastly a golden statue of Ellen from her smaller days sporting bendable bowling ball biceps and holding a banner that said women empowering women. The forcfield around Jim dissolved as the chair he was sitting in became a rich embossed executive wing-back chair reinforced by titanium supports and designed for a 7’ Amazonian massive ass making Jim look like a small child in it.

Ellen snarled “Get out of my seat little whelp!”

Dan gave Jim temporary control over his body as Ellen’s new secretary and girlfriend Cindy lifted him up like a little rag doll and tossed him on the couch. Giggling in her deep brassy voice “tee-hee you’re a little guy!”

Jim curled up into the fetal position freaking out over what’s happening. Dan continued to bend reality to the subconscious commands of Drake making changes unaware of the bloody nose he developed focusing on bigger changes. Ellen and Cindy were now Dan’s Nextdoor neighbors, being involved romantically and running the most successful ‘female improvement and empowerment club’ in the world making Ellen filthy rich. In reality they were brainwashing women for Drake’s future harem en masse.

Dan was snapped out of his stupor by Jim’s screaming “no that’s not right!” as his memories were warped and overlapping as a consequence of the forcfield.

Dan wiped the blood off his face with an unhinged smirk hearing Drake’s thoughts echo through his head ‘he’s your consolation prize for the work ahead.. help yourself.’ and focused on Jim making his former boss’s face go from sad and panicked to blank as he stepped into the center of the now massive office and began dancing seductively for Dan and the two massive bodybuilder women. Jim felt himself drifting from his body as an unwilling participant in the audience. His body began to warp as he looked onward helplessly. It started out innocuous enough as he watched his body gradually get thinner and his face freshening up as the grey hairs gradually faded back to brown on the sides of his head.

However, things took a turn for the worse when his increasingly baggy three piece suit began disappearing leaving him in his underwear. Biting his lip in a hypnotic trance as the now 43 year old man stopped regressing in age and his face arms and legs became smoother. Jim’s spectral form started trying some poltergeist stuff watching to no avail and even tried storming out and discovering a barrier as his boxers briefs transformed into a pink speedo thong combo peeking out from very tight daisy duke jean cut offs and a empty red silk bra and tied gingham shirt appeared on his smoother chest, wearing sandals in time to emphasize the red shade appearing on her toes and fingernails. Jim’s eyelashes grew longer and his shaggy hair gained blonde highlights as it began to touch Jim’s body’s shoulders as a personality he manufactured started talking in Jim’s voice with a breathy feminine southern style.

“Liking what ya seeing’ baby?”

Jim watched helplessly as his body cracked and warped becoming more feminine as his muscles melted away. Dan made eye contact with Jim’s detached consciousness and smirked saying “Why don’t you introduce yourself to these two lovely women who have agreed to house you in their mansion Nextdoor to mine?”

“Naturally Dan you know we’re your best friends and support you unconditionally.” Bellowing Ellen in her powerful and seductive voice.

Jim’s possessed body had begun to twerk exposing her new tramp stamp as her hips cracked and her ass got fatter “Aw shucks -giggle- My NA-me is Tressa and I love to party, fuck and please mu-Master Dan.” Her voice cracked higher before leveling off.

Dan smirked as the transforming husk of former boss faced them in time for them to watch her sprouting A cups and they surged into d cups filling up her tied tub top. Glancing upwards Dan saw that ‘Tressa’s’ face had further feminized looking unmistakably like a middle aged cougar with long brown hair with blonde highlights framing it, freckles, slight buck teeth and a button nose, her iris having shifted from Jim’s brown to a emerald green. Her fat thighs were accentuated with toned muscle and her bulging crotch had actually grown bigger with a moist slit forming behind her big balls and 8” pornstar cock. Dan smirked at the specter of Jim with a woosh he willed the ghostly apparition into the form of a sentient buttplug and sending him to purgatory inside Tressa’s new purse on the couch.

Turning to the muscular woman Dan announced the best part. “Better yet Tressa is a shapeshifter. Tressa shift your hair into a teal bouffant with a red streak. With minimal effort Tressa’s hair shifting becomes as Dan commanded.

Ellen cracking a devious smile said “incredible” in her sensual yet powerful voice