Mr. Jenkins, the boss

"I want you to be Jerry," Mike said after some hesitation. "If you're pulling some kind of prank, he is the one person in this building with too much of a stick up his ass to play along."

"Jerry? Really?"

"Yep."

Jerry Jenkins, owner of the company we worked for, was an uptight prick. He was a short, gray headed man with bad attitude. He claimed to be a very "devout" Pentacostal, yet he seemed to hate everyone and everything, especially if it involved fun. There was also a rumor that he was a closeted racist, although the only real evidence was a glaring lack of people of color at the office. Besides Mike, there were very few and they were all low on the ladder.

I pulled him up on the list and hit the button.

"OhMyGOD!" Mike blurted.

I looked down to find myself in Jerry's old, wrinkled body. The first thing I noted was a pair of huge, saggy man boobs with big hairy nipples. They were large enough, I thought, to almost qualify as real boobs!

"Son of a bitch, you're for real!" Mike said. "That is really what that asshole looks like naked? No wonder he is such a dick, he doesn't have one!"

I had to lean forward to see Jerry's crotch passed his boobs. I was surprised to find just the purple head of his cock, about the size of my thumb, extending from a small and completely hairless ball sack.

That's when I heard the sound of Mike taking photos with his phone.

"Jerry has a micro penis!" he said with a laugh. "I can't believe he gathered five children with that thing! His poor wife..."

He continued snapping photos from different angles. Despite it not being my own body, I couldn't help but blush.

"This is amazing," Mike said. "Now, Jerry, get on your knees."

I did as I was told, and then I had Mike's big black cock in my face. I wasted no time sucking him again, and he snapped plenty of pictures of our asshole boss with his mouth full of cock.