Demonstrative Feedback

"Find out what happened to me. No one goes home until we figure out who did this."

Chad was the manager from hell. He played favourites, pitted employees against each other, harassed any women he worked with. The problem was that he got results. Or enough results anyway. He rarely exceeded expectations for a quarter, but his team met those expectations.

Chad didn't want anyone fighting him for power, so why make his subordinates noticeable enough for promotions.

After a night of groping one of the secretaries and humiliating the lowly IT guy, Chad had gone home laughing. He was so sure he could never get in trouble. Who would dare challenge him?

He didn't notice the light following him. He didn't see it slip into his home and fly into his closet. He fell asleep before he could see it enter his body. The changes took place in his sleep, but he did have a dream of his cock falling off and being laughed at by a group of naked men.

He woke up with a start and reached a hand between his legs, shocked to find out the dream had come at least partially true. He didn't have a cock. A tight pussy was there instead.

They jumped out of bed and ran to a mirror to see a woman hotter than any Chad had hired. The woman in the mirror matched their movements perfectly. They pinched their own arm, and the pain didn't wake them up so this wasn't a nightmare. This was real.

They checked their closet and all the clothes had changed. Instead of men's underwear, they found fancy lingerie. All of the men's suits had skirts and revealing blouses instead of pants and shirts. Even their normal work out gear had turned into slutty sports bras and tiny shorts.

They dressed, did their makeup, which they didn't know why they could, and left for work. Even their license and work ID had changed.

Charlotte. Who the hell is Charlotte? Is that me?

They got to the office and everyone recognised them, but all of the workers knew it was wrong. They remembered Charlotte was Chad last night. They remembered the tyrant.

Charlotte was no better. Screaming at the workers to start investigating. She assumed it was one of her rivals, someone aiming for her job. She would not let them succeed. This was her position.

The first person to approach her was the IT guy, Gareth. He didn't seem as scared of Charlotte as he had been of Chad.

"You've got to calm down. Everyone hates you already, so they're not going to help if you keep screeching. Now, I can help check your devices to see if anything weird happened with them, but you need to promise to be quiet," Gareth informed Charlotte. She stepped up like she was about to argue, but she couldn't. Even in the 6 inch stilettos that she somehow knew how to walk in, Gareth towered over her.

"Fine. I'll be quiet. Here," she handed Gareth her phone, giving him full access. He wasted no time cloning it to his own device.

"I wonder what else I'll find on here. I doubt you've led a clean life, even if we take out the asshole you are at work," the IT guy threatened, showing Charlotte that she just made a huge mistake.

"Please, I'll do anything," she begged, and she could tell she'd have done the same if she were still Chad. She wasn't brave. But this body had to be useful for something, right? Even if it was humiliating.

Gareth turned, sent a text, them shut the door. He faced Charlotte again and looked her up and down.

"Strip, bitch. Then get on your knees," he commanded. Charlotte flinched, but she did say anything. She tripped slowly, but he never said stop so she kept going until she was just in her heels. She got on her knees, and saw  flash after flash as Gareth took multiple pictures of her.

He walked around the broken slut that was his manager until he was behind her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her over to the couch. Chad had gotten it because he thought he could fuck a secretary on it. Charlotte was about to be the one to christen it with her pussy.

Gareth stripped, then sat. He pulled Charlotte onto his lap and slipped his hand between her legs.

"So wet. Maybe this is your natural state," he mocked, before lifting Charlotte in his arms and practically dripping her onto his thick cock.

Charlotte screamed as the cock split her open, but it was not from pain. She was screaming in pleasure, wordlessly begging for more. Gareth seemed very happy to use Charlotte as a toy, pounding the tight new pussy as hard as he liked.

"Oh fuck, please, more," were the only words Charlotte could utter between moans. She was so lost in the ecstasy of sex that any thought of finding out what happened to her was fucked out of her mind.

Gareth switched positions to fuck her from behind, getting deeper and moving harder. He slipped his cock out of her pussy and shoved it mercilessly into her ass. He fucked her ass harder than her pussy, making sure that Charlotte ignored the door opening and the same secretary she groped last night walking in.

After an hour of fucking and loads left in her ass and pussy, Gareth shoved Charlotte onto her knees. He fucked her throat, but this time he didn't cum. He dragged Charlotte to her desk chair and threw her into it.

Jess, the secretary, sat on Charlotte's desk as Gareth tied her up in the chair, arms above her head so the new slut couldn't escape. Jess wrapped her arms around Gareth, stroking his cock to keep him hard.

"How did you like being fucked, Charlotte? Oh, you probably can't answer me right now. You're way too horny," Jess teased, kissing Gareth's cheek before stepping in front of him.

"Babe, do you want to explain the spell to Charlotte, or can I?" Gareth asked his obvious lover. If Charlotte was able to think properly she might have wondered how she missed it, but she just wanted to taste cum.

"Oh, allow me. After you groped me for the twentieth time last night, I decided to tap into something I swore I wouldn't. My mother is a witch. So am I but I never wanted to use magic. I wanted to be normal. Maybe I would have stopped you earlier if I had kept up the practice," Jess explained. She kissed Gareth, who was getting closer to the edge as she stoked his cock behind her back.

"Jess came to me after you tried to humiliate me and came up with a plan. I just needed to get the blackmail," Gareth managed to say through grunts.

"More cum, please, more," Charlotte moaned. She recognised what they were saying and what it meant, but she needed cum more than the explanation. Gareth stepped out from behind Jess and tilted the chair so Charlotte could suck on his cock.

"Sorry, babe, she needs to be quiet," he said with a laugh, clearly mocking his slut boss.

"Don't worry, honey, I get it. Anyway, I cast a spell that made you into what you thought was the weakest thing you could be. Weird that was a hot woman, but whatever. Now, I could turn you back, but you don't want that right now. You are going to be the office manager still. You won't tell anyone what we did. You will also be the office slut. Anyone, men, women, or other, will yuse you as much as they want. If you get your mind back and want to change back, I will do that. You'll just need to resign immediately," Jess stated, before realising that Gareth was barely holding back.

"Cum in her mouth, babe," she whispered sweetly in her boyfriend's ear, and she watched as he erupted. He filled her mouth s much that even after swallowing a lot, Charlotte had cum on her tongue as she panted and recovered.

Charlotte got tied to that chair every day. Her office became the best performing team in the company. No one knew why. Most people outside the office assumed Charlotte had just come out and found some experimental treatment. They didn't know that she spent her days as a sex toy while Jess and Gareth actually ran things.

She never requested to change back. Life was much, much easier as the office slut.