4 May 2019

Dream Job (fiction)

Chapter 1
Wolf in the Fold


"Next" 

A young woman in a smart business suit sitting closest to the door rose and shook hands with a lady in equally smart attire and the door was closed. 

I sighed and took a glance at my wristwatch. We had been there for ages but no one complained, me included. I clutched the folder I was holding like it was a safety blanket. It was, in a way. It contained my resume and all the papers I felt I needed to have even a slight chance getting the job they were offering.  

They say there is no dream jobs, but this seemed like one. I know I was clutching at straws, though. As soon as I had seen the wanted ad I knew it was way beyond my league. The pay they were offering for an assistant was an insane one, and even though I had qualifications for it, I realized there must be dozens of people more qualified than me who wanted it, as well. 

The number of people, mostly smart-looking young women, who had been already in the room as I entered it, was a proof of that. I knew it was still a relatively rare for a man to work as a secretary, or an assistant as the profession was now called, but I was still surprised to realize I was the only male present. 

Another thing that had surprised me was the level of security in the building. Outside the place had looked like a scientology base, surrounded by big lawn, with ponds and gravel paths criss-crossing it. Security system on the other hand had made me think I was entering the CIA headquarters.

I had done a bit of asking around before coming here, and even though the institute had a long and prestigious name, it was usually referred only as "The Clinic". It did extra secret research work and to be admitted there you needed to know the right people. That explained the pay, but it also meant I had a lot of competition.   

Still, times were hard and I knew had to find a job soon. Otherwise I would be forced to move back at my parents living in mid-west. And that was something I didn't want to do. It would mean saying goodbye to all my dreams, and accepting a job at my father's fertilizer business. I shuddered thinking about it.  


After another hour or so it was finally my turn. People who had arrived after me had lost hope and left, making me the very last applicant. I entered a conference room and was soon facing a conference table, behind of which sat an interviewer committee of seven women in smart business suits. I felt the uneasiness in me rising.

I was interviewed for half an hour, and being made a tough question after another. Finally the women looked each other and appeared to be satisfied.  

"You do have an impressive resume, I have to admit. There is however one thing we would like you to do before the interview is over. We would like you to disrobe for us."

"W-what?"

"You heard us right. We are running a clinic of sexual health, and we cannot employ anyone who has problem with something as natural as the human body."

Fuck, I thought. I really needed this job, and if letting them to see me naked meant having a crack at it, I'd do it. After all, there was nothing under my clothes I was ashamed of. I got up. I loosened my tie and started getting rid of my clothes. 

As I did this I noticed couple of the women whispering each other looking clearly pleased. Soon my jacket that had seen better days, as well as all the rest of my clothes were neatly folded on the chair, and I was stark naked in front of the seven women. To show them I had no problem with the situation I put my hands behind my back and stood straight.

The women looked at me almost hungrily, and did nothing to hide how pleased they were by my decision. Several of them were whispering with each other now. The middle-aged woman who had spoken earlier smiled.  

"Thank you. I am pleased to perform you just outdid most of the other applicants. However, this was much more than just a test of courage. The thing is, what you're wearing now would be, more or less, your work attire."

I nodded. "I understand", I lied. I had no ide what they hoped to achieve with this. Let they have their fun, I thought. What did I have to lose?     

What followed was a moment of murmur as the women started talking to each other. I waited patiently and tried to meet with confidence the gazes I still saw being directed at me. Finally one of the women spoke again. 

"I must say we did have the idea that we would be employing a woman. But everything, your skills as well as your, shall we say determination, seems to be working to you favor. Therefore..."

Suddenly I realized something was happening. I have no idea what caused it, but slowly and surely my penis started to get erect. Soon it was standing at full mast.

More than anything else, women seemed amused by this, and I heard several of them to chuckle, and make comments to each other. Suddenly all eyes were on me. Then again, I couldn't blame them. I had a nice looking cock, according a lot of women.

"Oh dear me", the first interviewer said. "Someone is getting excited."

"My apologies", I said. "It does that sometimes involuntarily."

"I quite understand", the woman replied. "However, you must understand we cannot allow our employee to have random erections all day long, even though our facilities are strictly off limits for other but personnel and our patients. But I think we have a solution available. You're still interested in the position?"

I nodded. This was crazy but I had to play along.

"Well, we have developed a pill that would make you unable to have erections for 24 to 36 hours. If you accept the position you must agree to take medication daily. You have a right to decline, of course. But then you won't be working here. Do you agree?"

I thought about it a moment frantically. It seems they were in fact serious. What had I to lose? I wasn't seeing anyone, and my erections were a small price for the monthly salary they were offering. Besides, I had a plan of quitting as soon as I had gotten a nest egg big enough together for my own firm. It shouldn't take more than six months.

"I agree", I said. 

"Well then", the woman said and pressed a button on the panel right to her. A few moments later a pretty looking secretary came in with a big plastic bottle. She looked at me, as well, and seemed to like what she saw, just as much the other women. 

With the women watching I took the first pill and sipped a little bit of water. In a minute or so my erection started to disappear, but it was hard to say whether the drug had anything to with it. 

"Wonderful!" the interviewer said and offered her hand for me to shake. "Welcome to the clinic!"



Chapter 2
Caretaker

Next morning I reported eight o'clock sharp at the clinic. For the best part of the previous night I had spent watching porn, and it seemed the pills were working. No matter what I did, I wouldn't get erect. A part of me felt relieved, considering if what I had heard in the interview was true. 

I was soon met with a attractive middle aged secretary. 

"Welcome!" the woman said shaking my hand. "So nice to meet you. I have heard nice things about you.

We went with an elevator the thirteenth floor. I looked around astonished. The place looked like a giant Apple store, and very futuristic. 

What I saw soon was nothing but. I was led to a small room, not much bigger than a broom closet, and in fact it looked like it was used mostly for keeping cleaning supplies in. In the corner there was a metal wardrobe locker where I was to leave all my belongings.

I looked at the secretary who seemed to be waiting for something. I realized I was expected to do it with her watching and I started to disrobe. It seemed this was real, and not a joke. Well, six months, I kept telling myself. Six months. 

The woman looked at me approvingly as I disrobed, clearly enjoying the situation. Just like the women in the interview, she too did nothing to hide her interest. She looked me hungrily and was practically devouring me with her eyes.

"And here is your work uniform", the secretary said as I had gotten everything off, handing to me two things. It was a time for my first real surprise of the day. I was holding a pair of shiny red platform high heels and a matching collar. The collar even had my name on the plate.

The secretary observed my puzzlement clearly amused. "That's the clinic's standard uniform for lobby assistants. Did you expect we would make you walk around completely naked?"

"No, of course not", I said and started putting the collar on. If the woman was expecting I would make a scene she was in for a disappointment. To my surprise both fit me perfectly. 

"Wonderful!" the woman said looking at me. "Red really is your color. Come, I will now show you your desk." As we walked towards the door I realized I had a thing or two to learn about walking on heels. The secretary noticed this and looked at me smiling. "Just keep a good posture and you'll do great."


As we were walking along the gleaming white corridors I got my first taste what it was to be on the other side of the table, as it were. We came across with several female employees, all in smart business suits, walking alone, in pairs or in groups. 

None of the women looked at my face, at least not at first, but much lower, after which their gaze moved upwards like they had been sizing me, until it reached my face, and they gave me a smirk. It seemed all of them had heard nice things about me.

I was shown my desk, which was located in the floor's main lobby. I looked around. The gleaming while lobby was huge and looked equally futuristic. Neatly dressed people were walking through the lobby and in and out of elevators opposite my desk. 

My desk looked as modern and high-tech as the lobby, and it seemed it was made out of some kind of see through plexiglas. On the desk there was a white computer screen, equally white keyboard and nothing else. 

I sighed. Any chance of having a place where I would hide from being constantly looked at crumbled. I would be in plain view of everybody crossing my desk. But then again, I had been told the place was off limits to anyone who shouldn't be there.

  
Then I looked at my work chair. It was equally white, modern looking and seemed to made out of plywood. In the middle of the seat however, there was a see glass dildo, that seemed to be a part of the chair. That took me a surprise. I couldn't help but to wonder how many other surprises there still would be for me. 

The secretary noticed my expression and chuckled.

"Ah yes. Well, this is a standard arrangement with our lobby assistant, and all your predecessors have been women. I guess they did tell you the idea was to a woman to... ahem, fill the position?"

"I was", I said trying to keep an emotionless face. My determination of not being surprised of anything was rapidly running out of steam, and I had been inside the clinic less than an hour. "So now you expect me to..."

"Not without this, of course", the secretary said smiling and handed me a small tube of lube. Then the same, slightly smug smile appeared on the secretary's face, almost as if she was interested to see how I would handle the situation.

I knew I had come to far to back off now. I put a small amount of lube on the dildo and then started to guide it to my anus. With the secretary observing the procedure closely I started to lower myself on it slowly, and tried not to make a sound even tough it was difficult. 

A few moments later I was sitting in the chair, the dildo firmly inside me. I straightened my back and tried to keep an emotionless face, as sensations completely new to me were washing over me. The secretary looked at me, practically beaming.

"There you are. It wasn't all that bad, was it? In the past we have found this to be a great motivator. It's not our fault your anatomy is the way it is."

"Of course not", I said and forced a smile on my face.  

"In the lunch break you may want to, hm... shall we say empty yourself properly in the bathroom. I also suggest you do it when you take your morning shower in the future. It will make things lot easier to you."

 I nodded. "I will, thank you."

"I also suggest you start sleeping with something like that in", she continued. "We believe in, shall we say, personal growth on this clinic. The dildo you are sitting on now will be replaced with a larger one after some time. You must have them at home, young handsome guy like you."

Without giving me a time to say anything else she hit a key on the keyboard and started to show me how everything worked, how I was supposed to log on and off, what I was supposed to do when someone approached the desk, how things were put into system and so on.

I was also told that since I wouldn't have that much work to do I would be occasionally called to do small errands around the floor. Whenever I was needed the dildo in my chair would buzz, so I would know to check the instant messages indicating the room I was needed in, or a chore I was supposed to do.

"And lastly", she said looking at me with a stern look on her face. "And this is important. If someone tells you to do something on this floor, it is part of your job as a lobby assistant to do it. Anyone, and anything, no exceptions. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good", she said smiling. "Just remember that and you will have no problems fitting here."   



Chapter 3
Up the Long Ladder

The secretary walked away after wishing me good luck, and I started to familiarize myself with everything.  Surprisingly quickly I got used to the dildo in my anus and soon had almost forgotten it. What was a bit more to get used to was the way most women looked at me as they passed my table. They a gave me little sly smiles that made me feel uncomfortable. 

I also noticed the fact the floor assistant was now a male was a cause of lot of attention, and all through the day I was approached by dozens of people. Some of them were surprised to see a man there instead a woman, but most seemed to think it was a high time for it, and they complimented the clinic, as me personally for being so progressive.

I was reminded I had a dildo inside my anus after I got my first, as they were called, a service request. The dildo inside my anus started to buzz and vibrate, and a chat window popped up on my screen with nothing but a room number. I waited for the lobby to be empty until pulling myself up, managing not to wail out loud, but only barely.



This got more easy the more often I did it though. In fact already during the first week I got called around the floor a lot, even though I soon noticed the things I got to do were relatively small things women could have done themselves. Get this and this document from the printer, and so on. 

Getting used to this and my role at the workplace took its time. Interestingly though, what made it harder was the fact this wasn't a scenario from a weird sex fantasy in which I would stay naked around the clock, week in week out. 

Every day at 5 pm I got to put my clothes on, walk out the clinic and be a normal member of the society again. But every morning as came to work I had to leave it all behind. One could say that as I got naked each morning I left a right to privacy in my metal locker.

During the first week I realized the tasks I was asked to do were so minor one reason for them must have been so that I would be seen as many people as possible. My other realization was the fact I had already suspected of. It seemed most of the women working on this floor were women, which made my little chores more understandable.

Among other things I was asked to make coffee if there was a meeting that required it, as well as to serve it to women having it. Many times, when I was doing this I felt a hand tapping my backside, and a sly remark about equality or men knowing their place, of how fortunate they were having me around. I did my best not to pay any notice to this. 

If this happened as I was serving coffee for someone working alone in their office, or if there was only a couple of other people present that was easy, but if it took place in a conference room with twenty women or more present it was more awkward, especially when it was usually followed by general laughter.

Sometimes, when I was serving coffee for someone in her office, the woman sitting by the desk would not only pat me on my backside, but even reach and take my limp penis between her fingers.

"This limp thing of yours is so sad", one of them said once, turning my penis from side to side, almost as if being amazing it showed no signs of life. 

"But I must say most of the women here prefer you this way. Limp, unintimidating and safe. It feels so good to see a male that has been made completely harmless, and completely impotent. You do prefer impotent, don't you?"

"Yes, I do", I replied every time.     

However, I understood very well this was something women have had to endure on workplaces for decades. I could manage for six months of it, surely. Also, I couldn't blame the women. A good looking and muscular member of the opposite sex serving nude coffee to you should be rare treat for anyone.

As the week went on I got more and more things to do I was given a headset so that I could be reached even if I weren't by my desk. Very soon I had become, instead of lobby assistant, but a floor servant of sorts. I merely kept thinking how much I was paid for it. 

Also, it's amazing what one can get used to. Since all the women seemed to think me walking around was perfectly normal, why wouldn't I? It also felt kind of good being a center of such attention. Even though I know I was a good looking man people had rarely said it to me. Now I was being told positive things about my outer appearance on daily basis.


By Friday I was totally okay with my position. Or, so I thought. 

As is usually the case before the weekend, people left home early that day, and by three the whole floor seemed deserted. I was already planning to do the same, even though I had been told I was to stay at my post until the end of office hours. 

Suddenly however I felt my anus buzz again, and I was called to the department head's office. I had visited her office only once or twice earlier, even though she had been one of the people I had met at my interview a week earlier. You just don't visit the director's office without a reason.

The director was working behind her desk, and looked up as I walked into the room. "Ah, here you are, please sit down."

I sat to a comfy chair in front of the director's chair and couldn't help but feeling uneasy. Even though the director was friendly the fact she was fully dressed and I was naked made the situation anything but equal. I looked around me. Even though the hallways on the clinic were gleaming light the offices itself looked more normal. The director, it seems, looked mahogany.

Since I felt it would have been strange to recline in the chair, I sat at the edge of it, keeping my knees together. 

"So, you have been with us a week now", the director said, and put away her pen. "Have you been enjoying your work?"

I begun answering the director's questions in a roundabout way. I felt a tiny bit of paranoia and wondered whether the director had gotten second thoughts about hiring me. Therefore I kept all possible criticism out of my answers.

"Well, I am very glad to hear that", the director said after she had grilled me a while. "I must admit I had my doubts, but it seems you have fit to our little family quite nicely. I have also heard you are quite an obedient little helper."

"I was told to obey", I said. "Isn't that the idea?"

"Naturally", the director said. "But I have heard so many nice about things, and I'd like to test it. Be a dear and get on all fours, would you?"

I was startled at first, but that was a direct order I had told to follow. Also, I didn't want to give the director to any reason to be dissatisfied with me. Dutifully I dropped to the floor. 

"Oh, very good!" I heard the director's voice behind the huge mahogany table. "Such obedience. Now please come here."

I walked around the director's desk. The moment I saw the director again I suddenly understood the point for all of this. The director had pushed her leather chair a back bit and was facing me. Her legs were far apart and I was staring at her pussy. The director looked at me smiling.

"I think you know what to do next, don't you?"  


When I went to work the following Monday next day I was unsure what I should do. There had been enough time for me to ponder what had happened. In fact I had thought nothing but all through the weekend. Had violated the company's rules somehow? Had I myself been sexually exploited? However, when I went to the coffee room on my way to my desk I realized neither was true.

One of the big white-boards in the coffee room had been taken to better use. It contained now a big chart with names of all the department's employees in the first column, except mine, I noticed. The name of the director was at the top, and on the next column there was the Friday's date, and on the column next to it two letters, and on the next one, titled "rating", a number four. 

Next to the chart there was a long list of different sexual activities followed by a two letter acronym. The two letters, "CL" after the name of the director meant cunnilingus, apparently. On top of the chart it read: "Floor assistant use", with big bold letters. I looked at the chart, the list on the right as well as the incredibly long looking list of names on the left, and I started to feel dizzy.

"What do you think?" I suddenly heard the director's voice behind my back. The she came to stand next to me holding a coffee mug. "We discussed this the whole week, and everybody thought it would be a good idea to do this in an organized manner. Don't you agree?

I nodded, unable to say anything at first. "I... agree." 

Unable to take my eyes off the white-board, I felt the director's had on my backside.

"Oh, we're going to have such fun with you."


Chapter 4
Best of Both Worlds

Three weeks later I got my first pay check. I looked at the balance on my bank account and tried to remember the last time there had been so much money there. The first thing I did was to buy a new suit and some other things as well, and threw out a big part of my old worn out wardrobe. Naturally I knew this made little sense, since I would continue spending my time stark naked at work.

I also went to celebrate my new job with my friend to a nightclub. It felt incredibly good to do it without having to think how many drinks I could afford. My friends complimented me on my fancy new threads, and asked me about my job, but I steered the conversation to other things. I didn't want to think how I had gotten the money, only that I now had it.

After two months I was able to move out of my cardboard box size apartment I shared with two other people, and made the down payment for a new apartment downtown. Life was good to me. What did it matter if a big part of my job was now being a sex slave for thirty or forty women? Many men would fight for that right. Only five more months, I thought.  


After I had been working at the clinic for three months I noticed something that surprised and even scared me a bit. The thing was, I was losing my body hair, all except the hair on my head that is. Finally I mentioned this to my employers as well. Naturally I didn't have to, after all they had eyes as well.

"This is indeed an interesting reaction", the director said to me after I had told her about it in her office. I was standing in front of her desk, while she looked me up and down, examining my body that was now completely hairless from neck down. "I have informed the research department of this. We must do a few tests first to understand it better."

I spent the next day on the twentieth floor where the research department was, being poked, prodded, and giving every sort of sample there was. The researchers told me they would look into it and suggested to me not to worry. They would get to the bottom of this.

Therefore, I stopped worrying. My job kept me busy and I quickly got accustomed to the new hairless me. The hair on my head on the other hand was more luscious and full than ever. In fact many people on the thirteenth floor started giving me appraising comments about it, and suggested I should start growing it out. I kind of liked the idea as well, and let my hair grow.

The other thing that got bigger and fuller, or at least more adapting over time was my anus. I had worked at the clinic for six weeks when at one morning I noticed the dildo on my chair had been changed into a bigger one, just the way I had been told to. The difference was quite visible and I figured it must have a centimeter or so wider, and it looked longer too.

Like I had been suggested I now spent my nights plugged. But still, as I started to lower myself on the huge thing I felt my anus was being ripped open. I had to work with it a long while and add lube several times, until I felt my backside touch the seat below me. The feeling was just like on the first time, but much more intense. 

All through the day the employees came to ask me about how the dildo felt, and whether it was too big, the head of the department included.

"I did wonder whether we should have choose a slightly smaller one", she said as she dropped by at the lobby. She seemed amused as she said this. "But where would have the fun be in that?"

"I quite agree", I said, forcing a smile on my face.

From there on the question how the chair dildo felt in me, was it big enough and whether it would be a good idea to change it into a bigger one again, became a common theme the women working on the thirteenth floor to spoke me about. The decision when to change it was not mine, of course, but something the employees decided among themselves, it seemed.  


All this proved quite useful, as my duties expanded even further, after I had worked at the clinic for four months. One day when I was just about to leave I got another surprise call. This time it indicated I was needed one floor below, on the twelfth floor. 

I took the elevator down and was soon walking along the corridors that seemed to be as empty as the floor above. It didn't take me long to find a right door, one of a department head as well, it seemed. When I opened it a moment later and saw a man sitting behind the table I knew what to expect.

In less than five minutes I had a cock in my mouth. It seems my reputation had spread, and now also the employees below us wanted to use me. Since it was an IT department they usually didn't have a need for a floor assistant of their own. The people working there were mostly men, which meant a radical change in my duties.

The department heads had agree, though, that day to day office chores when it came to the IT department would be off limits, and reserved only for employees on the thirteenth floor. The only use they could use me on the floor below would be the sexual kind. Soon I was used not only orally but also anally.    



Chapter 5
Measure of a Man

One day, after I had been working at the clinic for about five months I was called to the conference room. My department head was there, as well as several researchers from the twentieth floor. All had long white coats and I must say I felt extremely undressed.

"We have found the reason for your hair loss", one of the researchers begun. His tone was that of a lecturer. "Basically, your body has reacted to our drug in a way no one else's has. Instead of exiting your body as it supposed to have it has been collecting into your cells, and in essence starting to turn the testosterone in your body into estrogen."

"How can this be possible?" I said. I knew what estrogen was, and what he was describing sounded rather hard to believe.

"It shouldn't", he said smiling. "And we would very much like to know why. It should be physically impossible."

I nodded. "But what does this mean?"

"Basically, it means you are turning into a woman", the researcher said, in a matter of fact tone. "Have been for the past five months."

"That's..." I said, but didn't know hoe to continue. "Can you reverse it?"

The researchers exchanges glances. Then another of them continued.

"At the very beginning, perhaps", he said letting out a sigh. "We could have started giving you large doses of testosterone and stopped the process."

"Can you do it now?"

The men behind the table shook their heads.

"No, we cannot", one of the researchers continued. "So far the testosterone and estrogen have been fighting for dominance in your body. But we are now past that point, and estrogen has now taken over, and will continue to do so during the following months."

I looked at the table before me not knowing what to do. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening. Then I felt the director sitting next to me putting her hand on mine. I looked up and saw her look at me.

"Hear what they have to say", she said and gave me a reassuring smile.  

"We didn't stop the process, because quite frankly we felt we didn't have a right, in terms of scientific progress", one of the researchers, this time a woman, said. "Do you have any idea how revolutionary this is? If we could develop a simple sex correction pill, it would make thousands of people around the world incredibly happy."  

The elderly scientist who had been talking before continued.

"We would very much continue our work with you. We must to examine you closely to understand the process. And who knows, to be able to duplicate it. If you are willing to let us continue our work with you would naturally be generously compensated."

A check was pushed along the table. I took it into my hand and tried not to faint. That was more money I had ever seen. It was more money my father made in a year.

"That would naturally be only the down payment", the researcher continued. "No amount of money would be enough compensation. And of course, if you agree, you will do a fantastic favor to science."


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At first I thought becoming the clinic's new top project would mean I would stop working at the thirteenth floor. However, the researchers felt it would be essential I would have the same routine than before. Neither the employees wouldn't have wanted to see me go.

Changes were also made to my medication. I was explained all the estrogen in my body had made the pills unnecessary now. My chemically induced impotence was now permanent. I soon noticed they were correct. Even though I stopped eating the pills I still couldn't achieve an erection. No matter how hard I tried, I remained limp.

However, I was started now a new medication. Some of it was to make it more easy for me to accept the transition, as they called it, some to speed it up, and some of it was a part of their tests, to find out how my body would react to it. This was something I had agreed to in the contract I had signed.

The change I was now going through soon became evident. My voice started to gradually get higher, and I started growing boobs. At first I merely noticed my aureoles looked strange, until I realized my nipples were was getting bigger. Soon there was more tissue under the skin as well, until I realized I had tiny boobs.

Once a week I was called to the twentieth floor where I was photographed, since the researchers wanted to observed my metamorphosis closely. There was also a lot of tests, each of which I had to give samples to.

What proved hardest to get used to was giving a sperm samples, because researchers wanted to observe the process every time. After all, they explained, I haven't had any kind of privacy ever since I started working there. Why did I suddenly felt I needed it now?

Usually I gave the sample while surrounded by several researchers watching me intently. Sometimes I was given a stool, but usually was told to do it standing. After a few weeks however I was being told it would be effective if I did it in front of a video camera, so they could examine the footage later. 

No matter how it was rationalized to me, I found the process humiliating. This was partly due to my impotence, but mostly because it made me feel like a test animal. There was nothing sexual in the whole process whatsoever. 

I mentioned this to one of the researchers once, and she said that was in fact a very good way to look at it. She said it would be easier for me, if I learned to see myself not as a person, but like I had said, a test animal. They were merely interested about what happened inside my testicles, nothing else. 

Soon I was called in to the twentieth floor to give the sample once a week, then twice a week and finally once every two days. I was explained they got the best idea what was happening inside my body by examining my semen.

All this meant I started going out less, as well as stopped seeing my friends. I had always been a manly man and it would have almost impossible to explain all this to them. Also, my employers and the contract I had signed insisted on a total secrecy, and anything I may spill out might have ruined everything. 



Chapter 6
Is There in Truth No Beauty?

The fact I was now extremely wealthy was also hard to take in. At first I didn't even want to think about it, and I buried myself into my work, which I now had plenty of. The thing was, I started getting more and more service calls and soon I was licking pussy, sucking dick and getting fucked all over the building. Soon I knew pretty much everyone working at the clinic.

At some point however, I found how much fun shopping on-line was. Since I now had no social life, it soon became my favorite past-time hobby, and my apartment started to fill up with things I had bought on line. Most of them were female clothing I had none at first. The fact that I was now a woman also took amazing amounts of time to sink in.

I was soon spending big parts of my nights at home admiring myself in the mirrors, either in new feminine clothes I had just bought, or wearing nothing at all, and looking at my new, almost feminine body. It felt great to cup my boobs that just kept growing, and to take other kind of provocative poses. I thought I had never looked as good. 

When I first went out as a woman it happened almost by accident after one of such session. I had walked a several blocks before I realized what I was doing. I looked around me, but saw no one paying any attention to me, except a few smiles and long looks from men. I realized they had the same hungry look in their eyes as the women at the clinic. 


The other thing that soon became my past time hobby was playing with myself. No matter how often I gave sperm samples at the twentieth floor I remained constantly horny, and often I could masturbate four or five times after work. 

What also surprised me at first was the fondness I soon developed to my own cum. After I did it once I realized how good it tasted, better than anything else. Soon I was masturbating so I could, not only to cum but eat my cum afterwards. As I watched porn, which I did a lot now, and saw video clips of women covered in cum and eagerly lapping it up I understood them so much better.

I once mentioned this at the clinic and I was explained that too was a side effect of the things that were taking place inside my body.


Gradually I noticed other kind of change in myself as well. I realized it became harder and harder for me to concentrate anything, and I started forgetting things more and more. That made my job at the clinic much harder, and soon I found it difficult to get any of the actual work at the computer done.

Over time I spent more and more time doing on-line shopping. Everything I had done previously for fun, such as watching movies or playing computer games, seemed awfully complicated and hard. I had an idea something similar had happened in a book I had once read, flowers for something. It seemed funny now, an idea of reading a whole book. 

The other thing that seemed impossible now was the idea of a firm of my own. I understood I had now more than enough money for it, but I had no interest for it anymore. Why would I want to start a firm? It sounded awfully complicated and boring.


When I mentioned all this on one of my weekly visit to the twentieth floor the researchers nodded their heads.

"It must be disorienting at first, but I assure you have nothing to worry. This was all expected. You do remember when we said the medication we gave you would make the change easier? Well, it's doing just that. We just have to ask they make a changes to your work load. You still like the... hm, service work you do here?"

"Of course!"

"We thought you might", a young researcher said smiling. "In future you will do it even more. Since it's clear you won't be able to carry out all your prior duties we will  keep you around more or less as a decoration. As well as for your oral services, in which you're very good at."    

Hearing this made me feel very good.


A bit by bit I became more and more courageous when it came going outside, and I started doing it on night time as well. I also realized the prettier clothes I wore the more nice people, especially men, were. I felt no one had ever been so nice to me, when I had been a man. 

The prettier clothes meant shorter skirts, skimpier tops and generally clothes showing more of my beautiful body I wanted everyone to look at now. I couldn't get enough of it now. However, I realized my new wardrobe wasn't nearly as pretty as I would have liked it to be. But fortunately, I had money.

I kept shopping, and soon my wardrobe was made out of such pretty clothes I started hearing nice things whenever I went. Especially when I was out on night time men were extra nice to me, and groups of young men often came to talk to me. When it turned out I would very much like to suck their dicks they became even nicer. 

Usually we soon found ourselves in an alley somewhere, where they let me to suck all of them off. It was such fun! Sometimes we went afterwards to a nightclub where I got to suck a lot of their friends off as well. When people realized how much I enjoyed doing it they were usually amused. 

I didn't understand why though, since getting to suck cocks was the best thing I knew now. I had no idea why I hadn't started to do it sooner. In fact I was often so happy having all those nice cocks to suck I gave people at the nightclub my credit card to buy drinks for themselves. I felt it was the least I could do in return.


One day however, I got a letter. It sounded very official, and I didn't understand any of it. I took it to my employers, and they explained to me it was something called going bankrupt. I was surprised because I had never heard of such a place. I told that to my employers, and it seemed to amuse them. 

I was explained that I had used more money than there was on my bank account and now I had no way of paying for it all. That made me very sad, and a bit afraid too. I asked my employers would it help if I told the bank I was very sorry. That made my employers laugh as well.

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. But we will see what we can do."

A few days later I met my employers again, and this time there was several men and women in suits present in the conference room. I was told the clinic could take care all of my problems if I signed a few papers for them.

The men and women started explaining it to me, but they soon realized it went way beyond me. Finally one of them cleared his throat and tried again.

"These papers would more or less make you a property of this clinic. You would keep on doing what you have done so far, but we would provide everything you need from now on. But above all, we could continue our work with you without having to worry about legal side of things."

"Oh! That sounds wonderful!" I said. I was so relieved, and happy I had such nice employers.

The papers were handed to me and I started writing my name on the first one. It was hard, since it had been a while I had to do it last. After I had the first done there was another of them and yet another. It took me a long time to get them all done. Finally I pushed the papers back to them.

"I'm sorry they became so smutty", I said blushing. "It was very hard."

"We can believe it was", a gray-haired scientist said. "But rest assured, this was the last time you had to write your name to anywhere." 



Chapter 7
Invasive Procedures

This all meant changes to my life again. I was explained that something they called an IQ made it illogical to keep me working at my desk job the thirteenth floor. I would have been, I was being explained, somewhat of an embarrassment.

"After all, we can't very well have you serving our clients when simply opening doors gives you trouble", one of them said. That made me giggle.

The biggest change that took place in my life, however, had to do with my living arrangements. Since I was now the clinic's property my employers said they wanted to keep an eye at me at all times. However, I was surprised when I was told my new apartment was in fact at the research department.

My new apartment contained everything a girl could want, but the strange thing in it was the fact all the walls were made plastic that allowed everybody to see in but I couldn't see out. I was told they wanted me to have at least the illusion of privacy, to live in my natural habitat, as it were. 

The researchers also wanted me to have as much possibilities for normal life. Therefore, even though I didn't have my desk job anymore, I was kept at my service work. Each morning someone came to pick me up, and I was being led on a leash from office to office doing what I did best. I was told there was a long waiting list now, for people who wanted to use me.

Soon no one used my name anymore, and I was generally referred only as "the company slut", or merely "the slut". I was explained it was a title I had earned with my hard work, and meant I was good at it. That made me feel good, and I wanted to continue doing my best. I wanted to be the best slut possible.

It also soon became customary, that whenever I was being escorted around the building, I was to to walk on all fours, or whenever there was people present in a room I was kneel on the floor. I felt this was perfectly natural. Since I was now the property of the clinic there was no need or point to treat me as an actual person anymore. 

After working hard all day I had evenings to use whatever way I saw fit. I soon forgot my every movement was being watched, and did everything I would normally do. I looked at myself from the mirrors, watched porn, masturbated, trained my anus and watched funny cat videos on the internet. 

At some point I was told there was in fact several video cameras documenting everything I did, and people with enough money were sold access to the video feeds. When I first heard about it, I was surprised someone was willing to pay money just to be allowed to watch me. However, I was happy to help the company that had been so good to me.  

Sadly, I wasn't allowed to do any on-line shopping anymore, but I was told I wouldn't need to. My employers had said they would provide everything for me, and that meant clothes as well. The clothes I was given were even more pretty than the ones I had bought myself, and made me very happy.   

What made me sad however was the fact I couldn't go out alone anymore, or use my pretty clothes somewhere people would see me. I was told that since I was now the company's prized possession they couldn't lead me the life I had anymore. 

I missed being out, though, and the feeling of adventure. Also, during my nights out I often got to suck a lot more cock than at work, and got used in other ways as well, whereas at work I knew all the people already. When I started talking to a group of men in the street there was no way of knowing what would happen, or what they would like me to do.

I mentioned this many times to my employers, and was finally told they would think of something. A week later I was told I would be given a chance to show my worth to the clinic. It seemed a group of clinic executives were going to spend a weekend in the mountains, and it would be my job to entertain them there. Naturally I was more than eager to try.

I was given an extra pretty set of clothes, and taken with a helicopter to our destination. That was naturally very exciting for me because I had never been one. After we arrived to our destination I was surprised, since it was winter there, something my pretty clothes were not made for.

It was awfully cold outside, and it was hard for me to walk in the snow to the cabin in my high heels, incredibly short skirt and ridiculously skimpy top that had difficulties even keeping my boobs in. Inside however, I soon got things to do that kept me warm all through the weekend.

Encouraged by the first field test, as they said, the people at the head of clinic started to use me more an more to entertain their guests. The company had business contacts all over the world, and often it had to arrange business meetings on remote locations. After all, they said, if I was a company slut it was high time I was used as one.

Gradually my reputation started to exceed me, especially the fact that "no" simply wasn't in my vocabulary. Many wealthy people who knew about me and had sexual tastes that were too extreme wanted to get to use me. I took each such assignment as a test, and wanted everyone to know everything they had heard about me was true. 

During a one such assignment I spent a whole weekend at another cabin retreat with twelve men, servicing them not only anally and orally, but serving as their toilet as well. It was such fun. As is often the case on such trips the men drank quite a lot, which meant they also peed a lot, and it was my jog to drink every drop of it.

The stories of my weekend as a toilet soon started circulating. A week later I was informed I would spend the next day doing the same, not on a remote cabin in the woods, but at the clinic. At 8 am I was taken to men's restroom on the second floor, told to kneel and then put in restraints between two urinals.

A moment later to nurses started putting catheter on me and a researcher in a long white lab coat started to explain the setup to me. The idea was for me to serve as toilet for a day. I was to drink every single drop of pee I was offered, and allowed to relieve myself, as well. All my urine would be stored and examined afterwards, however.

All this, he explained, was done because they hoped to find out something about how my body worked, but mostly because it seemed like a fun thing to do. They also were rather curious how many liters of urine could be processed through my body in eight hours, and how my body would react to it. It seemed people had even bet on the outcome.

All through day the men came into the restroom, took their penises out and put them it into my open mouth. It was wonderful to feel the warm pee starting flow from the penis, almost like from some kind of pee producing teat, and drinking it all. 

Almost as wonderful was to look up as I was doing this, to see the faces of men as they were peeing. Most of them seemed to like what they were seeing and looked happy seeing me drink their pee. This in turn made me happy, and I smiled back at them, as much as I could with a penis in my mouth. 

The line of men seemed endless. Afterwards I heard there had been a memo that had been sent to all male employees at the clinic. In the memo the research department had informed everyone about the experiment, and told how important it was as many people as possible to use me during the day. 

There had been limitations though. One was the fact I was to be treated as an urinal, nothing more. That meant I was not at any circumstances to be spoken to, no more than an ordinary urinal. The other was that I was not to be masturbated into. After all, the idea was to make me drink as much urine as possible during the day, not cum.   

Very quickly I realized that even though I was allowed to pee freely, my body wasn't able to process it nearly as quickly as new pee entered my tummy. That meant my tummy as well as my bladder filled quickly and I was soon in agony. Also, my bulged out belly made me look like I was a pregnant. But still, I knew I had to drink every single drop of pee the men had to offer.

Bit by bit the rate the men came in to pee into my mouth started to slow down, and finally I saw a pretty young female researcher walking in.

"Oh dear me", she said smiling. "Someone has been busy today."

The researcher dropped to her other knee and caressed my grossly bulged-out belly. "Oh, just look at you, slut. It seems you're still full of nasty male pee."

Then she looked at me, with a curious look on her face. "I have to ask. Does it hurt?"

I nodded, and saw a wicked smile appear on the female researcher's face.

"Good."


Chapter 7
Journey's End

Experiments like that soon became the norm in my life, as the researchers realized me being the clinic's possession meant they could do pretty much they wanted with me, as long as it didn't affect the main project.

Once a week I was taken to the lab where I was given all sorts of shots, and men and women in white lab coats observed how they affected me. In my opinion that merely seemed to mean becoming prettier and hornier, which was just great. 


As a result of their experiments my boobs kept getting bigger and bigger, my waist became narrower, hips wider and lips fuller.  My hair was now down to half way to my back, and felt great. My clit on the other hand started to get more and more small. I felt becoming more and more pretty each day.

Both the researchers and me seemed just as excited making me as pretty as possible. "After all", on of the researchers said one day giving me a series of new shots. "If we have a chance to make you living, breathing walking fuckdoll, why wouldn't we?"


My anal training, which I still kept doing, was also much easier now. My anus seemed wonderfully loose, and there wasn't a sex toy I couldn't fit in there. The researchers seemed to be satisfied with my progress, as well. The day I was an all fours on a metal examination table in the lab, and a male lab assistant was able to stuff his whole fist inside me was one of the happiest in my life.

Some time later, as I was walking around in my apartment barefoot, I noticed a terrible ache in my ankles. The weird thing was it hurt only when I walked without shoes or with slippers on. I mentioned this to one of the researchers the next day.


"Ah, we thought when you would notice that", a young female researcher said smiling. "Well, there's nothing for you to worry about. It is merely shows the treatment is working."


"What treatment?" I said, and tried to stand still and my arms raised, as the researcher was measuring my bust size. 

"Well, some time ago we begun a procedure that has started to make your tendons, they're the things there, behind your ankle, shorter", the researcher said smiling. "If everything goes as planned, in a matter of week or so it should be impossible for you to without wearing high heels. Just like a perfect slut should."

That night I spent an eternity in front of a full body mirror in my slut apartment, wearing the longest heels I had. I knew I was being constantly watched, and everything I did was being recorded, but I didn't care. Let them watch, I thought. I wanted them to watch. I wanted them to see how happy I was. How happy they had made me.


I looked at my boobs, held them both up and was exhilarated feeling how heavy they were. I looked at my flat tummy, my tiny, almost invisible nub of a penis, my long smooth legs, my long luxurious hair. I was so happy. Happy being pretty, happy being wanted. Happy being given all these gifts.


That's how I thought of them, all of these wonderful things that had happened to me and my body, gifts. Gifts I was so grateful for. The greatest gift of all was still to come, however.



Weeks passed, and over time I noticed something interesting was happening. Among other things I wasn't taken to the lab nearly as often anymore. I also had less and service rounds as well as trips outside. The rest was a welcomed one, but after I had spent several days in a row in my apartment doing nothing I started to get bored. Soon I didn't have interest or energy to do anything.


Then one day I got visitors, a young researcher and nurse, who took me to the lab. I was told to stand in the middle of the room as a whole team of nurses surrounded me and started giving me shots. 


An older researcher came into the room and joined his colleagues standing around me, all in all seven researchers, both men and women.


"Ah, there you are", he said. "There is something we would like you to see."


He picked up a remote control and soon I saw a commercial running on one of the big television screens in the lab. I saw group of men and women, representing all races, smiling and talking to each other and looking happy. Then a word appeared above them in bright colors. It was in latin and way too complicated for me to pronounce.


Then there was suddenly a lot of text and I lost my interest.


"I am happy to tell you, the gender correction pill we have been working on is now ready", said the researcher. "It has already gathered quite a lot of attention, and many people regard it as the biggest invention since the penicillin or insulin. Looks like it will make the clinic very rich during the following years. Well, richer, I should say."


This made everybody laugh. 


"However, you must understand this means quite a change when it comes to your role, or importance for the clinic. So far you have been the gander that is laying an golden egg for us. You have been an extremely vital in developing the new drug, out most important test animal one could say. Now, however you are useless to the clinic."


I nodded. "I understand", I said. For some reason I felt suddenly tired and it was hard concentrating on his words. I wished the nurses would finish their work soon and I could be allowed to kneel on the floor again.


"Therefore, the clinic has decided to the only rational and sensible thing there is to do. That is, selling you."


That surprised me and felt alert again. I knew something was up, but I hadn't expected anything like this.


"Really?" I said. "Who to?"


The researcher shrugged. "I have no idea. To whoever who is willing to pay the highest price, I believe. What happens to you after that is really no concern of the clinic. All we're interested is profit. The modifications we have made on you the last few months have been partly to raise your price."


I nodded again. The group of nurses had finished their work and were picking up their stuff around me. 


"Which in fact brings us to why we are here. Slut, tell us how have you been feeling lately?"


I thought about the question for a moment, and then told how tired I had been for several days.


"Ah. That was to be expected", the researcher said. "The thing is, we have been working on the past few weeks on something that will be the last modification we will be making on you. Basically, we have modified your body chemistry so that it needs a required quantities of male sperm regularly. In layman's terms, you need cum to survive."


"Really?" I said. What he had said sounded almost too unreal to be true. 


"The shots you were just given were the last ones", one of the younger researchers said. "Hopefully we see results soon. The idea is also to increase your sex drive and help you to survive. Even though I'm unsure how much more it is possible to increase it."


That made everyone in the room laugh again. I felt blushing a bit.


"We all know how fond you are to semen", a young female scientist said. "But the thought of making you a cum hungry slut who has to suck cock simply to stay alive must too amusing. Like all the other modifications we have done in the course of a last year or so, this one too is quite permanent."


I tried to concentrate on her words, but it was difficult. The young female researcher looked at me, then at the other scientist. "I think the last of the shots are kicking in", she said smiling. 


The young scientist walked closer to me, examining me closely. "How do you feel, slut?" 


I opened my mouth a few times but I couldn't think of anything to say. I was so difficult standing up. 


"It really is working", the young female young researcher said again and the older walked up to me as well. "Just look at her eyes, an posture."


"Try to stay awake, slut", the researcher said as he continued. "You see, the real beauty in all of this is the fact that you're not only addicted to cum, but your body can also take all the nourishment it needs from it. As well as the urine you have become so accustomed to drinking. My guess is, from now on it will be your main source of hydration."


Parts of what I had just heard sunk slowly in and I tried to put it all together. I was so famished. Suddenly all I could think was cum. How good it tasted, and how hungry I was.


"Do you have something to say, slut?" younger of the men said smiling. 


"I'm s-sorry, but could I suck your cocks?" I said looking at them. "Both of yours. Right now? Please. I really need to."


The men looked at each other, chuckling. "Well, if there was any doubt whether our treatment will be a success, I think we have our answer here." 

Then the older man looked at me. "Yes, you can slut. Just help yourself."


"Oh, thank you!" I said, dropping down to my knees, pulled down the zipper and started frantically to pull his penis out. From the corned of my eye I could see some of the other male researchers starting to unzip, and more people walking inside the lab as well. 


I didn't know what future would hold for me, but than again, who did? All I wished it would get to suck as much as cock as possible. At the moment I felt the researcher ejaculated in my mouth I felt indescribable bliss filling my entire being.


I had finally found my dream job.

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