I should be in her place! (Patreon)

"This bitch has everything just because of her boobs and because my father fucks her! Why the hell did he decide to write her into heirs ?!"

As the only son and rightful heir to a huge corporation, Mike Brown was sincerely indignant all day after his father announced that he had entered Mary into heirs and bequeathed to her most of his corporation and finances

Walking from corner to corner in his office, he could not find a place for himself and could not accept this news. All this really seemed to him complete nonsense. Why does he, the only son of Frank Brown, the owner of the largest holding, receive an insignificant share in the company if something happens to his father?! This is just bullshit!

In general, Mike did not care that his father, at such an advanced age, decided to arrange a relationship with this sexy doll, but THIS! This was just some kind of madness. After all, his father has always been a lustful male, and once this was the main reason for their divorce from Mike's mother.

Unable to bear his emotions, Mike threw some expensive trinket that fell under his arm and lay for a long time on his table and reminded him of their rare joint trip to Africa with his father.

- Shit! This is unfair! I should be in her place!

A bright flash of light lit up the entire space of his office at the moment when this trinket broke. However, Mike decided to write it off as a hallucination from a sharp, sudden headache attack, which, as he thought at that moment, was due to the loud sound of this trinket smashing against the wall of his office.

Sitting on the nearest chair, Mike realized that the headache only intensified and intensified to such an extent that in just a few seconds it was the only thing he could only think about.

"Fuck... fuck... it hurts..."

Thoughts about the injustice of his current situation were replaced in the moment by only indignation, expressed in swear words in his head. He did not even notice how at that moment his body and clothes had already begun to transform. His head hurt terribly, and at the same time it itched like never before. Something suddenly began to seep through and through his hands, like long threads of some kind of cloth or something.

Strange sensations were felt all over his body, as if someone or something was sculpting him. In the area of ​​the chest and ass, swelling was very well felt, as if compressed air had been launched under his skin and it gradually inflated his body in these places, and inside the abdomen, what someone calls "butterflies in the stomach" was felt.

But all this paled before the headache that Mike felt now ..

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Finally, gathering his strength, Mike jumped up from his chair, immediately feeling a strange swaying of something large and weighty in the chest area and sharply realizing that his arms were completely wrapped not in some unusual threads, but in long hair.

Opening his eyes, still experiencing a severe headache, Mike narrowed his eyes and tried to understand whether it seemed to him all this or not. But still, this was definitely not his usual office. Although the decor was reminiscent of his father's study, Mike immediately dismissed this thought when he was still looking at this place. Rather, it looked very much like his father's study, but it did not have the much-loved full-wall portrait of his father as a medieval knight. And this was the main feature of this room.

But instead of a portrait of the father, some other person was depicted here, no less pathosly, also in the form of a historical figure, but no longer a knight, but a king.

Meanwhile, the long hair continued to lengthen as Mike held on to his head. His head was already itching less, but that strange sensation of hair growth was still with him. However, something else caught his attention at that moment. More important. His chest! He felt that it was getting heavier and heavier every second, and every breath and exhalation seemed to be harder for him because some new inexplicable weight was pulling the skin of his chest more and more downward under the action of gravity.

- Sto-o-o-o-o-p it! Fu-u-u-u-u-uck!

Mike yelled out in a drawling voice, feeling the moment his sound from his vocal cords screaming first "o" and then "u" got higher and higher at the end reaching its peak and this sound was completely different from Mike's voice.

The tight fabric of the pencil skirt was pressed tightly against Mike's now fairly wide hips and it seemed that this was not the end, as Mike still felt that same sensation of swelling inside his ass and chest.

Trying to bite his lip with the desire to get rid of this feeling of swelling at least on his lips, Mike felt that they had already become a couple of times larger, and even by planting them, he realized that he could not stop this process ...

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But still, even such an unthinkable and unimaginable process that happened to Mike has a rule to end, like everything else in this world.

The headache went away as abruptly and quickly as it had started, and it seemed to Mike that there was no headache at all. Everything became much more clear and understandable when Mike finally opened his eyes fully and for the first time was able to finally breathe calmly and evenly.

But it wasn't all right. Absolutely everything. It didn't seem to Mike when he had previously tried to figure out where he was. It certainly looked very similar to his father's study, but many small details were different. Starting from the picture, which was a completely different person, and ending with small differences in the interior.

Although it was easy to breathe, the strange heavy weight in the area, which seemed to pull down harder with each breath, nevertheless attracted the attention of Mike, who, moreover, had already noticed by that moment that some kind of dense fabric was tightly fitting his legs, as if something similar to adhesive tape was wrapped around him.

Sliding his hands over his hips in search of pockets, Mike only made sure that he didn’t think he really was wearing some kind of dense fabric. In addition, in a strange way, his hands, touching the thighs, felt that the thighs became several times larger than usual.

- What the hell... AAAA!

Heart-rendingly like a hysterical chick, Mike screamed when he saw his big boobs for the first time. From this angle, they seemed somehow strange and wrong. But now it was a part of his body, which was practically not hidden from view under a short red tank top with an open stomach. There was indeed a tight skirt on her legs now, under which women's stockings were visible. It wasn't until that moment that Mike felt the thong under that skirt press down on his ass and press against his flat crotch.

Trying to remain calm, Mike carefully felt all his new bulges, straightening the sometimes unruly long hair that constantly interfered with the view while Mike felt every sway of his soft female large breasts with every movement.

- Well, today is the day ... What's wrong with you, Mary?

"Mary" a familiar name and the sound of an unfamiliar male voice forced Mike to look away from examining his body and turning his head towards the sound, Mike opened his mouth in surprise when he saw that same stranger from the picture, dressed in a business suit and staring at him in surprise.

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Mary's strange behavior, to put it mildly, caused surprise in Frank Brown, who, nevertheless, having extensive experience in communicating with different people in life, did not show it yet and calmly continued to drink tea, while Mary continued her hysterical monologue

-... and now you're saying that your will is bullshit and was only needed to teach me a lesson!

Yes, Mary was really furious standing at the table and looking at Frank, not hiding her anger in any way. But Frank wondered what else "Boobsy blowsucker" would say, how she was on his phone and what he called her when they were alone. Yet she was really very big-titted and really sucked really well. He guessed that she didn't really like this nickname, but he was not used to denying himself in this life, especially with chicks like Mary. And yet her speech intrigued him from the first minute.

Although Frank did not like her tone, her first words that she was actually his son Mike intrigued him. He was expecting some sort of style joke to follow, that now she's like his son because he wrote her into his will. However, everything was even more interesting than Frank had imagined.

Boobsy stated that she is not Mary at all and is really his son Mike and that she does not understand how all this happened. And then she said that Frank made the terrible decision that he wrote Mary into his will instead of Mike. But it really smacked of absurdity.

Frank simply reminded her that it was all fiction and that there really was no will. It was strange that Boobsy forgot about it. They had a simple agreement to do this show specifically for Mike, to teach him independence and show that he should achieve everything himself, and not rely on his father's money.

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Mike understood that he was seeing this person for the first time in his life, but already from the information that he had already received, he realized that he seemed to be in an alternate reality. This man here took the place of his father and wore a surname. And a little dialogue about the inheritance increasingly convinced Mike that it was his father, especially when he noticed that intonation, tone of voice and behavior completely repeat the demeanor of his father.

Doubts and reflections about the reality of what was happening faded into the background when his father announced that the will was a fake. The already embarrassed angry and dissatisfied Mike from the fact that he somehow got the body of Mary was even more enraged. And he tried not to think about how he looked now, about the new strange sensations from this terrible huge chest, from this humiliating woman's clothes, and that his father, although he looked different, had deceived him! And why the hell is he calling him "Boobsy"?! From this word, Mike inside only became even more angry.

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- I... Boobsy...

With a sad exhalation, Mike said these words, still in an unusual high female voice, looking at his Facebook page. Slowly closing his eyes in despair and putting his face on his hand, he squeezed his long hair with all his might, trying once again to tear it out in the hope that it was a wig, but only once again felt the pain from it. He still had a hard time believing, even as he said those words out loud, that it was all really true.

It's been a few days since Mike received his wish and really was "in her shoes". It was all so ridiculous and stupid, just in a fit of anger and rage at his father ... or rather, now at his lover ... at Frank Brown. In truth, he didn't even know who this man was to him now, because after that day in the office he never saw him again. His behavior then caused Frank to call security and escort "Mary" out of the corporation's business center, despite Mike's resistance. But it was difficult to do so against the guards, especially in that weak body.

All this time, Mike did not leave this unfamiliar house. Several days have passed in his futile attempts to find the truth and prove to at least someone that he really is Mike. But everything he found only confirmed the fact that he was now Mary.

Looking in the mirror, he knew perfectly well that he had become some kind of sexy female version of himself. All facial features, look, eye shape, and even lips, although inflated with botox, testified to this. Mike hated those moments. He hated his new female sexuality - those huge boobs, his small stature, his perceived weakness in front of men (even in front of the food delivery men who brought him food), those huge, always felt plump lips.

As if all that wasn't enough. It's not enough that he constantly feels those huge boobs that were part of his body and for which many women would give a lot, but which was so difficult to exist and even just fall asleep. But as if, if he did not look in the mirror, then one could believe that all this is not true, and the mirror only confirmed everything.

And, despite the fact that he did not believe in it until the very end, in this reality, he really took Mary's place completely.

Looking at a photo on Facebook, he recognized his real father, or rather a man who looked just like Frank Brown, only now his name was different and he was not a rich man. He became ... or rather, he was always an ordinary farmer here, the same as the father of the real Mary in the reality in which Mike once existed.

Mary was Mike here. This was obvious, but only to Mike, who, looking at photographs of a man named "Mike Brown" on the Internet, always recognized Mary's features in him, but as if it were her twin brother, with more masculine features.

The wish was granted and "Mary" began to reluctantly think about what to do next ... How to live? What to do? "She" even began to have thoughts about becoming Frank's mistress here, although "she" drove these thoughts away and tried not to think about it as much as possible ...

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Some time later

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In the waiting room in front of Mike Brown's office, the front door suddenly opened abruptly for Mary. She probably could have gotten used to the fact that Frank always entered here unceremoniously and brazenly, as he did anywhere in this business center, yet he was the owner of this building and company. But this each time introduced her into a little confusion.

- Boobsy, baby, tell me, do you know where Mike is?

The old man glanced furtively at the door marked "Mike Brown - Associate Director of Public Relations" while looking straight at Mary.

She really really hated it when Frank called her "Boobsy" and this time was no exception, but the most that was in her power at such moments was just not to smile. Yet she received a lot of money for sometimes enduring this nickname, and besides, this part of her "duties" was not the most shameful for her.

- He left a few minutes ago.

- Yes Yes Yes. I know my sweetie. I just decided to joke. Hah. It's funny.

Trying to give herself a semblance of a smile, Mary took a deep breath with the realization that this moment had come again. She didn't want any sex with him. She just wanted to finish this regular working day faster today and return home. But it was impossible. Frank completely provided for her life and it was obvious to her that with her huge boobs and with a small amount of knowledge, at best, she could get a job as a waitress. And here she had an excellent apartment in the center, a large income, and much, much more that Frank's money allowed her.

- Miss Boobsy blowsucker! Nothing has changed since you became my son's secretary! Our plan worked perfectly - you got the money, and I got the hard-working son! Imagine that you are just doing a special task here to observe him. Why such a disgruntled face? Boobsy... Yes. I need to check your boobs urgently!

Frank said in an official tone, coming up from Mary's back, starting to kiss her neck and squeezing her huge boobs with his old hands

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Mike told himself every day that it was all temporary, that it would all be over soon, and tried in vain to find some way to get back to his old old life. But it was difficult to do if he decided to give up everything and try to live a different life. He convinced himself that he would try to distance himself from having sex with Frank as much as possible, then he convinced himself that after all Frank was not his real father and he was in the body of a woman, so everything is not so scary. And so on and on, until finally Mike no longer felt trapped, realizing that Mary's life had completely swallowed him up.

But everything was aggravated by the fact that the real Mary, like Mike, remembered everything and now lived his life. Mike guessed this when he interacted with a man named "Mike Brown", who, logically, should have been a copy of him in behavior. But the behavior of this "Mike" was different from the usual behavior of Mike and it was suspicious.

And now this appointment as a secretary for "Mike Brown", who already made no secret of his intentions and directly said that he would "get a blowjob from Boobsy soon", smiling pretending that he was talking about someone else, and not about Mary, although it was a secret nickname that only Frank knew ...