Office TG I (Patreon)

(I wish I could fix it, but sadly the GIFs won’t work properly in the app 😐)

“It’s an impressive résumé, but what makes you more qualified than everyone else we interviewed?”, Mr Whittier asked.

I froze. I knew this question was coming, but my mind went blank. Have I been silent this whole time? I have to say something!

“Thought that was an easy one... listen if you can’t even answer that question...”

“No please! I’m a little nervous and discombobulated, give me one more chance to collect my thoughts!”

“Go ahead...”

Did his eyes just glow?

“Ok. I’m great with data entry, answering the phone, keeping a schedule; really anything you expect from a secretary-”, I stopped myself, bewildered, “Wait I’m not here for a secretary job...”

My head started hurting, and it felt like the world was swirling around me, getting bigger.

“You’re not here for a secretary job? Then what’s a beautiful woman like you here for?”

I felt pressure by my chest, and began panting as my shirt got really tight. Only able to stop when the top four buttons burst open, and let my boobs sexily hang free. I felt my lips purse, and my nose filled with a flowery scent. I looked down at myself shocked, “I’m a woman!?!?”.

“And a flirtatious one at that...”

“No!” Gears in my head started turning against my will, “Good morning Mr. Whittier, are we on for that private meeting?”

I couldn’t stop myself as I gave him a sexy wink, and a great view of my cleavage.

Mr Whittier whipped his dick out, and offered to let me blow him. I may have been a sexy, flirtatious big boobed prospective secretary interviewee, but I was still me!

“No way in hell dude! Not fucking happening!”, the disgust of thinking about blowing him snapped me out of my haze for a second.

“Yeah they said you’ve always been pretty prude...” Prude? Cuz I didn’t wanna blow him? “But that all changed when you dyed your hair. You know what they say, blondes have more fun!”

I started giggling as my hair turned blonde, and my boyish clothes changed to become more appropriate. I felt my pants creep up my legs, and then both legs fused together to form a tight pencil skirt. Meanwhile, my boxer briefs became little lacy pink panties with a bow, and I felt my boobs push together as a matching bra wrapped it’s cups around them.

I felt bubbly and slutty, my button down shirt became a cute tight blouse with a built in belt and frilly bottom. My horniness and lust built up, Mr Whittier was starting to look really handsome... Am I drooling?

Next thing I knew, I was bent over on the desk. I went back to slap my ass playfully, but lost myself when I heard, “So you wanna blow me now?”

I looked over, and saw a massive erection coming through Mr Whittier’s open zipper. I blushed, and then without a word got on my knees. I playfully slid my hands down his torso on my way to the floor, and then waited for him, mouth open. I closed my eyes and awaited his cock, licking my spread open lips with drool pouring between my legs.

I made sexy sounds as my mouth slowly filled, and then me Whittier started face fucking me. Every time his cock filled my mouth was euphoric, and I kept my lips tight and sucked hard whenever he pulled back.

Without warning he came in my mouth, and I made sure to swallow as much of it as I could. Mr Whittier laughed as I saw my hair turn black, and I could feel my lips plump up. My boobs felt odd, and then started inflating even more!

“You’re definitely qualified for this job, Mrs Jacobs. A milf like yourself should have no trouble satisfying the sexual needs of every man in this office... And you’re a very kinky milf too, is it true you call everyone in the office master? I heard you’ll do anything you’re told, and make it as sexy as possible”

I felt my old personality leave, and I was now Mrs Jacobs the office milf. My husband and I had an agreement, and because I was so horny all the time, office sex was fine.

Master was staring at my tits as they grew, and I could see his cock start to get hard again. I felt an intense urge to be filled, and could see Mr Whittier smell the scent of sex coming off my gushing pussy. He bent me over the chair I had been sitting in, and slipped his cock between my virgin folds. I screamed in ecstasy, and barley held on as Mr Whittier slowly increased the pace and power of his thrusts. I could feel the break from his shaft to the head, and every vein pulse inside me. An orgasm started building up, and each time he thrust deep inside and filled me was bringing me closer to the edge. My lips formed a sexy O, and moans were flowing from my mouth in increasing volume and rate. I felt a twitch and pulse, then squealed as an orgasm took over my body. I relished each load shot into me, and could feel the yummy warm liquid inside me.

“You’re gonna be a great secretary”