CEO to Doll

Jack watched the Doll. She was one of their latest high end models and had been imprinted in him. He was her master. Her designation was Kat. She was all but indistinguishable from a regular human except for a few tweaked genomes. She was dressed as a secretary, she was utterly gorgeous, though not overly bright due to her mental formatting, and she was ignored by everyone. That was the beauty of dolls. They were invisible. And by their programming everything they saw and did was confidential. They were hardwired that way. Even he couldn’t change that. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t be used to spy... and as CEO he needed to know what was happening in his company. He was certain that someone was selling their IP to their competitors.

And because he’d been planning this for some time he’d not slept with her. He had kept their relations strictly non physical. It required some willpower to do so. But she had not imprinted fully on him.

It was late. The office was empty. Time then. “Well then Kat. Come here.” He was a little nervous about this.

Kat obediently approached. Jack removed the transfer device from his drawer and put the neuro-helm on Kat and then himself. “Now Kat. You will obey me completely. This exchange is a trail run. We will be each other for ten minutes then swap back.”

“Yes sir...” Kat agreed earnestly. God she was sexy. And he would become her. Temporarily he reminded himself.

Jack started the exchange. It took ten minutes but it felt instantaneous. Jack blinked and stared down at his body. Kat’s small, sexy and ultra feminine body. She grinned. It had worked. Now she could be invisible.

“Alright Sir, time to switch back?” She asked. She didn’t order. That felt strange. She was used to giving orders. Not asking permission.

Kat blinked then smiled. “Oh no. I don’t think so.” Kat responded as he removed the swap apparatus. “Wow. This feels different.” He inspected his body, pleased.

Jack’s eyes widened. “Sir?” This shouldn’t be happening. She felt uncertain. Not in control. Nervous.

“Hmmm. Let me see... Strip and kneel... but keep your heels and stockings on pet,” Kat instructed Jack with a smug smile.

Jack looked up at her former body. Pet? Oh Christ! “Yes sir...” inside Jack was worried as all hell but she couldn’t disobey. She was a Doll!! Her demure secretary uniform came off. Then she unclasped her bra to let her lovely breasts sway free. She gripped the waistband of her G-string and slid her panties down her slimly supple legs. She stood naked in her heels, garter and stockings, feeling self conscious under his appreciative gaze. The height difference was pronounced. She lowered herself to an obedient kneeling position that oddly came naturally to her. Naked thighs slightly parted to display her new sex. It was demeaning yet felt strangely right. Arousing. She was made for sex. Her body was meant to be viewed naked. And this was her masters wish... master... she was still partly imprinted on Jack but sex would finalise the imprinting process. “Um... are we changing back?” She asked hopefully as she looked down at herself in concern. She had full rounded breasts and from this perspective they looked huge. A pussy lay below, a hairless mound with pretty lips and a barely protruding clit. She was a she.

“Oh no. You’re Kat know. I’m Jack...” the new Jack observed as he patted her head condescendingly. She leant into his hand, enjoying the attention. “You’re my doll. You will not tell anyone who I was. Or who you were... I’m invoking confidentiality.” He reinforced.

Kat stiffened as his command crystallised in her mind. She was Kat. “Yes sir.” The new Kat agreed. She looked up from her place on her knees. There was something erotically arousing about this new power dynamic. Kat sensed that Jack had every intention of retaining his free will. That she was stuck in this ultra feminine body, perhaps permanently. She quailed inside with worry, a fear that translated into a fluttering sexual energy. She was a man but her body was reacting in a very female way. Oh god!

“Hmmm. You do look sexy like that. Do you know how frustrating it was to want to serve you and yet you made me act the role of your secretary. A sex doll with urges and needs made into a clerical assistant. You may as well have sent me too a nunnery...” Jack observed as he gripped her breast and played with it. He clearly understood how sensitive her breasts were because his hands toyed with her expertly.

“I’m sorry sir. I didn’t know...” Kat said as she leaned into his hand. It felt so good.

“You weren’t to know. But... I think you understand perfectly now...” he said. “I’ll show you...” he said.

“Sir?” Kat asked.

“Bend down. I’d like to see my former pussy from behind...”

Kat swallowed and obeyed, lowering herself to her elbows, breast swaying from her narrow chest as her back arched. She felt foolish. This wasn’t what she’d wanted but now it was. Her master circled her and then ran a hand over her upturned sex. She sighed in contented arousal as her lips parted moistly. Her hips gyrated as her need grew. There was a noise of buckle and belt and zip and as he knelt behind her she felt his cock at her lips. He gripped her hips and guided himself into her. “Oh yes master...”