Under New Management

"Roy," she purred, her voice softer than the usual bark of commands. She was leaning over him, her eyes lingering on his crotch in a way that made him squirm.

Roy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his boss, Sonia Mastersson, acting unlike herself. She was usually a stickler for professional boundaries, but here she was, practically begging for attention with her low-cut red blouse and tight skirt. She looked like a woman on a mission, a mission that had nothing to do with the office's quarterly reports.

"Is everything okay, Sonia?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. He couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and arousal. She'd never been anything but a stern figure of authority, but now she was...this.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she smirked. "Oh, everything's better than okay, Roy," she said, her tone dripping with a seductive sweetness that made his heart race. "I've had a bit of an... epiphany today. And I think it's time we addressed some things."

Before he could process what was happening, she reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her nails, usually so sharp and precise, now had a glossy pink finish that seemed to shimmer under the office lights. "Come to my desk," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. The way she said it was a command, but there was something playful in her voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

As they walked, she swiveled her hips in a way that was more suited to a runway than their office corridor. With her first step, she tripped over her own heels. "Still getting used to wearing these damn things." She said to herself, under her breath.

Once they at her desk, she leaned against it, her body pressing into him. The smell of her expensive perfume mixed with the faint scent of sweat. It was intoxicating and terrifying, this change in personality was shocking to Roy, but he was transfixed by his guilty pleasure crush coming onto him.

Sonia reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, one by one. With each button that slipped through its hole, a patch of creamy skin was revealed. She had the kind of breasts that could make a saint renounce their vows: full, round, and perched high on her chest. When she finally parted the fabric, her breasts spilled out like two perfect globes, her nipples already erect and begging for attention.

"You like what you see?" she asked, not bothering to hide her amusement. "This body's... I mean, my tits are fucking spectacular."

"This body?" I said.

She looked to the side, her composure faltering slightly. Seeing my concern, she slid her hands around her breasts and began to play with herself, her eyes closing with a silent moan. Her other hand found its way to my belt, tugging it open with a sudden urgency. "Don't worry about it," she breathed, her eyes snapping back to me, "just enjoy the view."

"These nipples are so much fun to play with." She said, grinning widely. "Don't you wish you could take these babies for a spin? They're all mine, for now."

Her fingers danced down the line of my now-exposed shaft, her nails lightly scraping my skin. It was a strange mix of sensations, both thrilling and eerie. I knew that she wasn't herself, but I couldn't ignore the physical reaction of my body to her touch. My cock grew hard under her grip, and she took it in her hand, stroking it with a practiced ease that didn't seem to fit the Sonia he knew.

As she worked my shaft, she pushed me back on the couch, her skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her thigh-high stockings. With a swift move, she pulled the skirt aside, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. She began to play with herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Her eyes remained locked on mine, a challenge, a dare for me to look away.

"You know what's great about having a pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "It's so much better than a dick. You can feel everything. Every touch, every stroke, it's like nothing you've ever experienced before."

Sonia's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she continued to explore herself. "And this clit," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, "It's like a little button of pure pleasure. So sensitive."

Her hand moved faster, her thumb circling her clit with expert precision. The sight of her, so in control and yet so lost in the sensation, was unlike anything Roy had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes transfixed on the wet, swollen flesh that she was teasing so shamelessly.

Suddenly, Sonia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a gasp. Her body tensed, her legs quivering as a small, involuntary orgasm swept over her. She bit her lower lip to muffle the sound, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. As the tremors subsided, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"It's like...it's like nothing you could ever imagine," she panted, still stroking herself. "Sonia's orgasms...they're so intense. This body, it's like a never-ending symphony of pleasure."

Roy couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, and wanted to question, but his mind was short circuited by his big breasted boss shaking post-orgasmic in front of him. She mounted him, laying on the couch. His cock was now fully erect and demanding attention. She rocked back and forth gently, teasing it. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched her breasts. They were soft and warm, and she moaned at his touch, her eyes rolling back in her head once more.

"Mmm, not too shabby, Roy," she murmured, rubbing his cock, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"If that orgasm's any indication." She smiled, parting her legs. "This pussy's going to go crazy with your dick inside."

Roy's breath hitched as he stepped closer, his dick pointing straight at her like a compass to true north. The sight of her, wet and wanton, was too much to resist. He reached down and touched her again, his thumb brushing over her clit. She jolted at the contact, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.

She wrapped her arms around him, lifting up her body, until the tip of his cock was nudging against her soaking wet pussy. "Oh my God..." She moaned, throwing her head back, massaging her massive tits greedily, like she was playing with them for the first time.

She lowered herself down onto him, being split by his dick. She was wet and hot, and her pussy gripped him like a vice. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, then growing more confident as she began to match his rhythm.

Sonia's eyes snapped open and she looked up at him, a wildness in her gaze that was unlike anything he'd ever seen from her. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a desperate whisper. "I want this pussy to cum again."

Roy didn't hold back. He slammed into her, his hips moving with a ferocity that surprised even himself. She bounced up and down on him, her tits flailing with each upstroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate with something deep inside of him. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged. Her fingers dug into his back, nails breaking the skin as she held on for dear life. Her massive tits swayed to the beat of their motions, and she stared at them, loving the way they moved.

Her eyes fluttered closed again as she felt her second orgasm building. Her body tightened around him, the muscles in her pussy spasming as she neared the edge. "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN." She shouted at the top of her lungs, no hesitation even though it was midday in a crowded office building.

Roy felt her pussy clench around his cock, her body arching off the desk. It was a feeling like no other, and he couldn't help but let out a grunt of his own pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"It's...it's incredible," she gasped, her breath hot against his ear. "The way a woman's body orgasms. I can't believe I'm STILL horny and ready to fuck again."

Roy's mind was racing. "Who are you?" he managed to ask, half jokingly, his hips still driving into her.

Sonia's eyes snapped open, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I'm Sonia, your boss. Don't ask questions." she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, Roy. I need this cock inside me like I need my next breath."

Her hand left her pussy and traveled up her body to her ample breasts. She cupped them, squeezing and molding them like a sculptor discovering a new medium. Her thumbs traced over her hardened nipples, and she let out a gasp that was both pained and pleasured. It was as if she was learning the art of self-pleasure for the first time, and her body was a canvas for her to explore.

Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing hitching as she pinched and pulled at her own flesh. It was a sight that was both mesmerizing and disturbing, watching the woman who had always been so composed and in control, now so lost in the sensation of her own body. She played with her tits like a boy would, a mix of curiosity and excitement, as if they were new toys she hadn't quite figured out.

With each stroke, she grew closer to the edge. Her nails scraped over her skin, leaving faint red lines, and she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a beautifully chaotic dance of pleasure and pain, and it was all for him.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice a symphony of need. "Right there, Roy. Don't stop."

Her hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she approached her climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a low, guttural sound escaped her lips. She was close, so close. Roy could feel it in the way her muscles tightened around him, in the way her nails dug into his back.

And then it hit her. Her body convulsed, her third orgasm tearing through her like a bolt of lightning, stronger than all the last. She screamed out his name, her voice echoing through the quiet office. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He could feel her juices coating him, her body begging for more.

Roy's own climax washed over him, his vision going white. He bucked into her, filling her up with his hot cum. She moaned and thrashed beneath him, her body responding to the sensation in a way that was purely animalistic. His vision was full of the orgasming, convulsing woman, that up until today, had treated him like the scum of the earth.

"Thanks for that, Roy. Stuffing dildos in this cunt all day has been fun, but sex as a woman really takes the cake."

Roy's thrusts slowed to a halt as he pulled out, panting heavily. Sonia straightened herself, her face a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. But it was her words that hung in the air, thick with the scent of their recent activity. Surprise washed over him like a cold shower.

"What do you mean, 'sex as a woman'?" he stuttered, his mind racing with the implications of her comment.

Her smile grew wider, a twinkle in her eye that was definitely not Sonia's. "Let's just say your manager's under new management."

Roy stepped back, his mind racing. "What the fuck?"

The grin on Sonia's face grew, revealing a mischief that was definitely not her own. "You're so much more fun than I thought you'd be," she said, straightening her blouse. "But let's not make a habit of this, shall we?"

Roy's eyes narrowed, his confusion turning to anger. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "Who are you, and what have you done to Sonia?"

The smirk on her face grew wider, and she leaned back on the desk, her legs still spread. "Ah, so the fun's over." she said, sounding almost disappointed.

Roy felt a chill run down his spine. "What do you mean by that?"

"That's all I'll say for now." She said, her body slipping its panties back on. "I'm going back to my own body for a bit. Wouldn't bring this up in front of your boss. She won't remember it, and from how shocked everyone's been about me acting this way, I don't think she'll take too kindly to you asking about sex."

Roy felt his face go pale, and he nodded, still trying to process everything that had just happened. She bent down, her hand hovering over her bra. "Ah, right," she said, looking down at her chest. "Fuck, I hate these things." She said, laughing. "Not her tits, I mean. Putting on a bra. Well, guess she'll be going without one."

Sonia slid on her dress, then stepped into her high heels, wincing slightly as she adjusted them. "So, Roy," she began, "This will be our little secret" Her voice was still that of his boss, but the tone was entirely different. It was light, playful, and yet, there was an underlying seriousness that made him nod in agreement.

She sat on the edge of the couch, resting a hand on her thigh, she leaned back with a sigh of contentment. She crossed her legs, and Roy couldn't help but stare at the way her skirt hugged her thighs. Moving her legs back and forth, she grinned widely. "She's still all full of cum."

Her gaze dropped to her breasts, and she cupped them gently, giving them a little bounce. "So much to play with." she murmured. "But, alas, all good things must come to an end." She reached toward her left hand, manicured nails touching a small, unassuming ring. It looked like a cheap trinket you might find in a gumball machine, but the way she handled it suggested something far more precious.

With a sly smile, she slipped the ring off of her finger and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the mischief was gone, and the stern look she typically wore returned. She looked up at him, her expression cold and professional once more.

"Now, Roy, about that report," she said, as if nothing had happened.

Soul Swapping Seduction

Morris had always been the meticulous one, his nose buried in books, while Jimmy was the type to flit through life like a butterfly, touching down only briefly before taking off again. They had been friends since childhood, a strange but steadfast bond that seemed to thrive on their differences.

Jimmy had a secret. He had the uncanny ability to manipulate souls, a power that he discovered in his early teens. But as he grew older, the extent of his powers grew with him, and he learned he could do something much more profound - he could remove a soul from its body. Of course, Morris being his best friend, he was the only one who knew.

Jimmy, with his messy hair and ever-present smirk, had a glint in his eye that spoke of mischief. He had always been the one to push boundaries, to find the loopholes in life's rules. And when he discovered his soul-swapping ability, it was as if the universe had handed him the cheat code to the game of life. The power was intoxicating, and he reveled in the thrill of slipping in and out of bodies like changing outfits. It was a secret he had to keep, lest he be labeled a madman. Of course, like all his schemes, Morris had been roped in.

Morris, on the other hand, was the epitome of a college student stereotype, with his glasses perpetually perched on the tip of his nose and a never-ending pile of textbooks scattered across his desk. His dedication to his studies was unmatched, and his peers often joked that he must have a direct hotline to the Library of Congress. The two friends couldn't have been more different, but their friendship was a balancing act that somehow worked.

As they strolled through the aisles of the local store, the fluorescent lights buzzing above them, Jimmy grabbed a bag of chips and popped it open, not bothering to pay first. "So, you're saying I should just wing it?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Wing what?" Morris responded, his voice tinged with exasperation. "The test? You know you can't just soul-swap your way out of this one."

Jimmy's grin only grew wider as he shrugged. "Why not? You're the brainiac. Your soul in my body would nail it. Then you can come back and tell me what I scored."

Morris stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "Jimmy, that's not how it works. And it's not ethical!"

Jimmy rolled his eyes, his smirk never wavering. "Oh, come on. Live a little, will ya? Besides, I'll return your soul faster than you can say 'integral'. What's the worst that could happen?"

Jimmy's eyes widened. "I know just how to convince you. Watch this." His eyes fell on a redhead, squatting, looking for some items. Her breasts were immaculate, and Morris stared deep into the valley of cleavage visible down her dress.

"Watch this." Jimmy said, his voice taking on a devilish tone as he approached the woman. "I might not be able to convince you, but I can think of someone who can." He chuckled, winking at Morris before leaning down and placing his hand on the woman's chest, between her breasts which flopped to each side. With a sickening squelch, his hand sunk into her skin, his arm disappearing up to the elbow. She had been startled by Jimmy approaching, but once his hand made contact, her body froze, motionless, eyes open, staring into the void.

Morris watched in shock and disbelief as Jimmy's body remained upright, his arm inside the woman's chest cavity.

He could see the outline of Jimmy's hand moving around, as if rummaging through a messy drawer. The woman's body jerked once, then went still. "You can't be serious," Morris murmured, his voice trembling.

But Jimmy was serious, his hand pulling back out, a glowing orb clutched in his fist. The orb was her soul, and it shimmered with a light that seemed to beckon. Without a word, he tossed it into the air and caught it again, his eyes never leaving Morris's horrified gaze. "Look," he said, his voice steady, "I'll show you it's safe."

And with that, he reached into his own chest, the same sickening sound echoing as he pulled out his own soul. It was a slightly larger orb, a deep blue hue, and it pulsed with the same energy as the woman's. He tossed the woman's soul to Morris, who fumbled with it, his eyes wide with fear and fascination. "Now, watch closely," Jimmy instructed, as if this were a science experiment rather than the most insane thing Morris had ever witnessed.

With surprising grace, Jimmy leaned over the unconscious woman and placed his soul into her body. The moment he did, her eyes fluttered open, and she took a deep, ragged breath. But the look in those eyes was all wrong; they were filled with a wild, animalistic hunger that was unmistakably Jimmy. The smirk that curled her lips was his, and the way she moved was his as well. His own body slumped down, his soul now being housed by a new vessel.

"Hey dude. Guess who?" The woman's body said, snickering.

Morris staggered back. "What the hell, Jimmy?" he squeaked, his voice cracking.

Jimmy, now in the redhead's body, shrugged his shoulders and winked at him, a gesture that was all Jimmy even though it played out on her features. "Who's Jimmy?" He gnawed at the gum she'd had in her mouth before taking over, smiling and looking straight down into his cleavage while Morris stared, slack jawed. "What? A girl can't have fun with her own body?" he asked, visibly loving that he was now piloting a female, scoffing and tossing his hair over each shoulder with a flick. He reached up and pulled the woman's top down, cupping and squeezing the breasts with a lewdness that made Morris's cheeks burn.

The woman's breasts were larger than any he had seen up close, and the sight of them in Jimmy's hands was an odd mix of fascinating and disturbing. He watched as Jimmy tweaked the pierced nipples, eliciting a gasp from the woman's lips. Despite how odd the situation was, a shiver of arousal raced down Morris's spine.

"It's incredible," Jimmy said, his mannerisms a perfect match for the woman's sultry tone. "It's like... everything's so much more intense. The smell of her shampoo, the sound of her voice, the way her body moves. No matter how many bodies I've been in, it never gets old. He paused, his expression one of pure ecstasy. "And the way these babies feel in my hands... it's like holding a warm, squishy bag of pure pleasure. I've checked out a ton of bodies in first person, but I've never had a rack this much fun to play with."

Morris couldn't deny it. Despite the fact that it was his male friend's soul in that body, the sight of those full, bountiful breasts being fondled so expertly was doing things to him. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his cheeks burned arousal. He knew he should be disgusted, but instead, he felt a strange curiosity, a hunger for something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He loved, deep down, that this woman was free for Jimmy to use, was his plaything.

The woman's tongue fished around her mouth. "Whoa, she's... got a piercing in here. In... whatever the fuck this thing is called." Jimmy held his top lip up, showing it off. "Such a trip!"

Jimmy turned to him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's simple, really. You let me temporarily drop you into my body for the test, and I'll let you titfuck me as a lady. Then, once the test is done, I'll come back to my own body, and as a little thank you," he winked, "I'm even willing to stuff your soul behind these tits for awhile. You interested?"

Morris's mind raced. He had always been the straight-laced one, but the thought of feeling her body, her curves, her... everything, was too tempting to ignore. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in that body, to feel the weight of those luscious breasts bouncing with every step, to have the power to bring himself pleasure with the flick of a wrist. The very thought of it made his heart skip, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the thrill bubbling up inside him. "But... how do I know you'll keep your word?"

Jimmy, still in the redhead's body, raised an eyebrow. "You think I'd leave you in this hot mess?" He laughed, the sound coming out in a strange, feminine giggle. "Besides, I'll make good on the first part of the deal right here, right now. You'll love it, I promise."

With a wicked grin, Jimmy got down on his knees, pushing the woman's voluptuous breasts together to form a soft, warm channel. He looked up at Morris with a hungry expression, his hand reaching out to unzip his friend's pants. "C'mon, Morris," he cooed, his voice a seductive purr. "Let's see what you're packing."

Morris's eyes darted around the aisle, his heart racing as he frantically checked for any signs of life. The last thing he needed was someone to catch them in this compromising situation. "Jimmy, what if someone sees us?" he hissed, his voice a tight whisper.

Jimmy just chuckled, his eyes never leaving Morris's now very obvious erection. "Relax," he said, his voice still in that infectious, flirty tone that didn't belong to the redhead's body. "It's not my body, remember?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Morris's crotch. "But if you're worried, I can make sure we're not disturbed." With a wave of his hand, the lights in the aisle flickered out, leaving them in a pool of darkness that was only broken by the soft glow of the soul orbs floating in the air.

He leaned in closer and gently tapped the head of Morris's cock against her nipples. They were so soft, contrasting with the hardness of the piercing, and the sensation was driving him wild.

"You like that?" Jimmy's voice was a seductive whisper, his hand guiding Morris's cock into the waiting valley of her breasts. The woman's body, now fully under Jimmy's control, arched her back, pushing her chest closer to him. "I knew you would."

Morris couldn't believe what was happening. His friend's soul was in control of this woman's body, and it was giving him the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. His cock slid between her breasts, the friction building as she squeezed them together, her hands cupping and adjusting the pressure as if she had done this a hundred times before. His eyes rolled back, and moaned aloud.

The sensation was indescribable. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way her breasts seemed to envelop him as he grew closer and closer to climax. With a final, desperate thrust, Morris felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He gripped the edges of the shelves behind him for support, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The woman's body - no, Jimmy's body - leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, a gesture that was both erotic and disturbing.

The tension in his balls coiled tightly before releasing in a hot, sticky wave. He came, spurting his seed onto her chest, painting her with his desire. The warmth spread over her skin, sticking to the curve of her breasts and the piercing in her nipple. Jimmy, in his new form, leaned back, watching with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. The woman's body quivered slightly, as if feeling the pleasure of Morris's release.

With a lazy grin, Jimmy leaned in and licked the cum off her chest, savoring the taste.

Jimmy flicked his wrist once more, the lights turning on with movement resuming as the other soul orbs returned to their rightful hosts. He smiled knowingly. "Looks like you're all set," he said, his voice still a sultry purr. "I'll be waiting for you after the test." With that, he turned and strutted back to his body, the redhead's hips swaying in a way that was unmistakably Jimmy's signature swagger.