Perfect virtual secretary (Patreon)

In the bustling metropolis of Arcadia, where towering skyscrapers kissed the clouds and the elite lived in a realm of opulence, there lived a young man named Ethan Cromwell. He was the spoiled son of Richard Cromwell, the CEO of Cromwell Industries, a colossal corporation that held sway over various sectors of the economy.

Ethan, accustomed to a life of extravagance, grew weary of his mundane existence. In his quest for excitement, he stumbled upon an unusual website during one of his late-night internet escapades. The site claimed to make fantasies come true, promising an experience like no other. Intrigued, he decided to explore its offerings.

The website's interface was simple yet enigmatic. It asked users to describe their ideal fantasy, promising to bring it to life in the most immersive way possible. Eager to test its capabilities, Ethan decided to create the perfect virtual secretary. He described in detail the image of his ideal assistant — a blonde, elegant woman with a sharp mind and impeccable professionalism.

As he clicked the “Apply” button, anticipating seeing the embodiment of his sexual fantasy, a strange sensation washed over him. The world around him blurred, and he felt a disorienting shift in his consciousness. When the haze cleared, Ethan found himself in a completely different setting. Gone were the luxurious surroundings of his penthouse; instead, he stood in a cheap and cramped office.

The reality of his transformation hit him like a tidal wave. Panic set in as he realized that he was no longer the entitled young man he once was. Glancing down, he saw an open cleavage with large female breasts, the heaviness of which he now felt simultaneously with the feeling of the bra straps pressing on his shoulders.

Ethan's initial shock gave way to a mix of confusion and curiosity. He tentatively touched his new long, silky hair, marveling at the foreign sensation. The tight-fitting skirt clung to his hips, and the unfamiliar weight of breasts pressed against his chest. He was now the embodiment of the secretary he had described - a blonde woman with a figure that could only be described as alluring.

Straightening his long hair and staring in shock at his legs, which were covered with nylon tights, So suddenly he heard an unfamiliar male voice

- Tiffany, sugar, what in the Sam Hill happened? Quit gazin' 'round and get yerself to work, I reckon!

...

Looking up, Ethan saw in front of him a fat man dressed like a stereotypical hillbilly who had gathered for a celebration. There were greasy food stains on his jacket, and at the same time he was chewing something. The man's gaze was directed strictly at Ethan's new female breasts and it was not difficult to see how saliva was flowing from the edges of his lips, spreading in a smile

- Oh my gosh, like, seriously, what's happening to me right now? Where am I? Ugh, why do I sound all, like, dumb blonde-ish?!

The fat man smiled even more looking at how Ethan was surprised at his new voice and the way he spoke. Jeffers, Tiffany's boss, was more attracted to Tiffany's body than to the way she spoke and what she did at work. However, at that moment it was really funny to him

- Tiff, dadgum it, you've been yammerin' like that as long as I can recollect, so cut out the nonsense, ya hear?

- Like seriously, you're talking all hillbilly-ish! Quit with the Tiffany thing, and, like, it's Ethan Cromwell, okay? Bet you haven't even heard such a name in this wild place!

Ethan squeaked, trying to get up, but sat back down in the chair due to the fact that he couldn’t stand on his high heels and felt his chest swaying while creating a strange feeling of discomfort while straightening his new long blonde hair

- Well, ain't this already rilin' me up! Of course, I know who Cromwell is - some made-up pal of yours, haha! But, dagnabbit, I still love ya, Tiffy!

-Go, um, totally to, like, the not-so-nice place, you big meanie... Seriously!

Ethan said, getting even angrier because he said it once again like a dumb blonde, although he thought he would say it very sternly and threateningly like before. His eyes went to the computer, he was determined to tell this fat man who he really was, so that this fat man would speak to him more respectfully. He quickly typed his name into the search and called the fat man to come to the monitor screen to show him this

- Like, hello? Look at the screen! I hope you can, like, read, and finally get who I am, okay?

- Tiff, goodness gracious, it's really you! But I never reckoned you'd be playin' a part in them, uh, moving pictures, haha

- Like, what? Moving pictures? What are you even saying? Oh my gosh! Why are there, like, these adult videos everywhere with the name Tiffany plastered all over!

In shock, Ethan looked at the fact that instead of his name he typed “Tiffany Sweet-cheeked” and that in the search there were a bunch of adult videos in which, apparently, this Tiffany starred

- I reckon, this here's a signal from Tiff. She's tryin' to say something, bless her heart.

The fat man said while taking off his pants, and when Ethan turned his head he saw the man’s penis in front of him, which was a few centimeters from his head

- Like, seriously? Why're you flashing that thing? I don't, like, get it... hmhmhm

Ethan didn’t have time to finish when he suddenly began to suck the dick of this fat man, who was now his boss, and Ethan became the embodiment of his sexual fantasy with all the consequences.

...

Lying in a strange position on his office chair, Ethan was finally able to regain some control over his new desires and body. But this only happened because the cell phone rang and the fat man was now talking on the phone. Looking at the fat man, Ethan felt the heavy weight of his new breasts, which now swayed freely in this position without a bra and how long blonde hair tickled his body

"Um, like, this is, um, totally not right..."

Ethan said with a mixture of fear and incomprehension in his almost childish new feminine voice, looking at the fat man who was walking around the office in only a shirt and still with an erect dick. Ethan could still taste the cock in his mouth and wanted to take at least a sip of water to remove the bad taste. And it was like a living nightmare for Ethan, who usually walked a kilometer away from such personalities as this fat man. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t speak normally and, most importantly, why he saw the fat man’s penis and decided to give him a blowjob. This blowjob gradually turned into what could soon be called real sex, if events continued like this. Looking down at his new breasts, Ethan again saw the long red nails that adorned his feminine fingers

"Like, um, no way, it's time to, like, totally put an end to this"

Ethan said, trying to get up, but suddenly he saw a fat man in front of him, who was showing with a gesture that Ethan needed not to get up and wait until the fat man finished speaking, so that they could return to where their action ended

"Like, what?! Why, um, why can't I, like, get up? What the heck is happening?!"

Ethan's attempts to get up only ended with him gently and sexually stroking the arms of the chair or his body instead of getting up and getting away from this damn place. In desperation, he looked up at the man in the hope of telling him the truth once again, so that the fat man would help.

"Hey, you, you're a business man and apparently the one who thinks you can do this to me. Help me! I need to get the hell out of this place," but instead he said, "Um, hey you, like, the business person, and, like, maybe the one who knows how to, um, handle things properly. Can you, like, help me? We gotta, like, finish what we, like, started. I'm, um, already on fire!"

...

After it was all over, Ethan sat silently looking at the monitor screen at those “moving pictures” and photographs in which “Tiffany” was captured on adult sites. Normally, he would not have spent even a fraction of a minute watching and studying the career of such a girl, but now he saw the reflection of this girl in the mirror, he was her and it was a terrible truth that Ethan could not admit to himself. His attention was diverted by Biff's door, the same fat man with whom, some time ago, Ethan first learned what sex was in a woman's body. His heart pounded with fear, he did not want something like this to happen again and quickly closed the browser with open tabs with shaking hands.

"Well, ain't that something', Tiffy! You done a fine job today, reckon you can scoot on out early!"

Biff suddenly said looking at Ethan's chest with his lustful eyes. This was a chance, a chance to get away from this damned place and get to Ethan's father or his friends so that one of them could help him. Although he could have left earlier, somehow his entire inner feeling resisted this and therefore, even after that humiliating and at the same time pleasant act ended, Ethan still remained at his “workplace” waiting for the end of the working day.

"Like, um, thanks a bunch... Mr. Beef"

Standing on his heels and looking straight into Biff's eyes, Ethan said in his sexy feminine voice. At that moment, he felt that his body was again experiencing strange emotions of excitement. Accidentally looking down at Biff's dirty pants, Ethan could not contain this feeling, which spread like fire throughout his body. His breathing quickened as did his pulse. He felt goosebumps running all over his body, and sweat appeared in some places.

"Um, like, I want... you, Mr. Big Boss..."

Suddenly, an impulsive phrase came out of Ethan’s mouth, who at that very second regretted what he said, because the fat man looked at him with a smile, straightening his pants, and Ethan thought that this would happen again

"Well, darlin', reckon my limit's plum reached for today, haha"

A wave of mixed feelings of relief and disappointment washed over Ethan, who at that moment was slowly running his fingers along the edges of his short skirt.

...

Ethan, having finally finished his working day as a secretary, was sure that he should not appear in front of any of his acquaintances in this form, much less go to his conservative father. He needed to wear something less feminine and less vulgar. He already knew where “Tiffany” lived and when he got to “her” apartment he finally found himself alone. The road here was difficult and his feet hurt terribly from the heels, and inside he felt shame for everything he did at “work.” The looks of passers-by as he walked here only made the situation worse.

Having finally changed into something more modest, Ethan was looking at himself in the mirror when suddenly the sudden realization came to him that these clothes were not modest at all, they were an even more slutty outfit

"Like, OMG! What the heck?! Why did I even wear this, um, thing?!"

Looking at himself in the mirror and running his small hands with a bright red manicure over his body, Ethan once again experienced strange sensations of mixed anxiety and satisfaction when he said

"Okay, calm down. I'm still Ethan Cromwell - the son of a rich man, and not some slutty cheap bitch Tiffany or whatever her name is?" Ethan wanted to say, but instead said "Um, like, take it easy. I'm still, you know, Tiffany, just, like, doin' my thing, not some dumb son of a rich dude, um, Inat Kramsel or whatever?"

Covering his mouth with his hand, Ethan realized in shock that he had said something completely wrong and began to try again and again to pronounce the truth, which seemed to be inaccessible now. He even tried to say everything not like a stupid blonde, but he still couldn’t do it

“No, no, no. This is not true! Damn. We need to concentrate. Focus Ethan! Okay... My name is Ethan Cromwell and I am a man, a son and a billionaire.” he wanted to say, but instead it came out again completely different “Like , no, no, no. It's, like, not really! Darn. Gotta, you know, focus. Focus, Tiffany! Okay... So, my name is Tiffany Slut, and, like, I'm a girl, a daughter, and, um, a porn star."

...

Sitting in a soft leather chair opposite his friend Mason, Ethan sat looking away, not wanting to make eye contact with Mason in any way. It was already terribly uncomfortable for him to be in his friend’s apartment in such a manner. However, this pink tight dress was the only one from that rich, but very dissolute wardrobe that he could find in that house.

Mason was the only person Mason trusted and with whom they spent a lot of time picking up different chicks in clubs.

"So, you... um.. Tiffany?"

"Oh no! Like, seriously, I'm totally not Tiffany, but, ugh, Tiffany, you know? Gosh, it's like so confusing! I'm like, all scared and stuff, but you have to, like, help me figure out this whole mess, okay?"

“I don’t understand anything, you called me, said it was urgent. Said you were a porn star Tiffany Slut and hell yes, I checked it while you were coming to me. You’re really good in films. But you didn’t just come So?"

Mason said looking at the sexy tight dress, feeling that he was already excited

"I totally, like, remember what I said, dude! Ugh, I can't even remember your actual name, but, like, I totally know it somehow! It's all 'cause of that dumb website thing! I was at work, like, trying to use it, and it was just, like, so annoying!"

"At work? Were you on the Internet right while you were blowing someone?"

"Like, did I, you know, do that thing? No way! Are you, like, totally cray-cray? I'm a porn star, not just like any porn star! Ugh, this is like, mega annoying. So , like, to cut it short, this site messed me up and made me into this... crazy long hair, and, um, why did you stand up?"

He said, straightening his long hair that had gotten into Ethan's eyes, as Mason stood up and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Well, I think that’s probably enough talking, right, baby? Let’s get down to what you came for.”

"Like, I'm not here for whatever you're thinking, but, um, I really need your help... Oh my gosh, stop it! Please! I, like, totally lost control again! Pinky swear, it's like , some kind of weird curse or something!"

At that moment, Ethan again felt the feeling that he had experienced this afternoon when he first took Biff's dick into his mouth in the office, only now it was much stronger than that time. So much so that he could barely speak when he tried to stop his friend

"Like, I, um, don't... won't... don't, like, want... pretty please... OMG, like, super amazingly beautiful you are! I, like, totally want you to do everything with me, whatever you want... like, seriously!"