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The perfect candidate
🕑 Added 2024-01-11 22:12:14 +0000 UTC
"Woa boy, you need to loosen up a bit, don't you?" Ethan says to himself, looking at the pile of work he has to do once he finishes with his lunch. He seems to be one of the guys who leads everything to the end, and it is true that his duties, work, and the rest of his life have been under a roller coaster of laziness and problems with his constant attitudes towards life. He is the kind of guy who loves to enjoy a bit of partying and have a lot of fun, but this time he knows the work comes first; he has run out of money and needs to get serious for the first time in his life until he gains some money, quits his job, and lets himself free into his usual party lifestyle.
"Well, I think it's done. Whatever it's going to take, I think it demands a lot of work, but fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow. That SOB could wait. Now, time to be fun, motherfucker." Ethan is completely jaded about this job; without thinking twice, he knows what might be the cure for all this stress, and that is how to party time. He is about to call some of his friends, but then someone appears in his office.
"Hey, Could you help me?" A middle-aged man in a white suit asks Ethan, making this one surprised considering he has never seen this man before. The middle-aged man looks calm and well-mannered. "Ehm, sure, what do you need?" Ethan replies to him, As much as he needs to go away, he thinks this could be a sort of tramp from his superiors; probably this man is one of them, maybe not.
"Well, I'm looking for someone who can help me with this project. I think you are the perfect candidate for the project I am working on." The man says, looking at Ethan from head to toe, his eyes adopting an introspective stare, almost scanning Ethan's form. This makes Ethan a bit uncomfortable. "Look, I don't know what you want, and honestly, I don't think I might help you with it, but if you consider I'm the perfect candidate, well, why not?" Ethan's curiosity increases; whatever that project is, he has to admit his increasing curiosity. "Great, I think you are the perfect candidate for this. Thank you." The man says it with a smile on his face. "Oh, then, please tell me about that project; I'm very curious about it," Ethan replies to the man. "Well then, the project is nothing special after all; whatever could do it, but I think you are optional. I mean, I tasted a few guys, but they didn't fit for the role, but I think you can." The man says, making Ethan's curiosity grow and then a mix of discomfort. "Please, just tell me about it." Ethan says in a very frustrated tone that his irritation towards the man makes him a bit despised. In his mind, he just thinks, "Just say it SOB," but he knows he can keep himself calm to avoid some sort of problem right there.
"I'm looking for a new slut for my strip club, and I think you, my dear friend, could fit perfectly in my strip club." The man looks at him deeply into his eyes, making Ethan nervous. For some reason, this guy makes him feel like he is in danger. "What the hell..." The man interrupts him at the single movement of his hand, forming a sign for him to shut his mouth. At that moment, Ethan's mouth gets completely dry, no words come out of his lips, and Ethan's terror increases. "I know this could be... strange to you, and your poor brain is looking for answers for this weird sort of thing happening to you right now, but trust me, dear boy, there is nothing to fear." He says with a smile adorning his face as he approaches Ethan, who is sitting on his desk, looking at him with increasing fear. For some reason, he couldn't move or speak; he is at this freaking mercy. "I told you there is nothing to fear; you are getting horny, don't you?" The man grins out at Ethan, who suddenly starts feeling horny; his manhood grows hard.
"Why in the fuck did I get horny all of sudden?" He thinks, What is this freak doing to me? There are many questions inside Ethan's brain, but the questions dissipated once the man unzipped his pants, revealing a hard diamond cock, maybe ten inches long. A bit of cum could be seen from the purple head. "Just look at me." The man looks at Ethan deeply, and Ethan's mind gets blurred the moment he makes contact with the man's deep eyes. "You are..." "I am" "A hot and very slutty stripper." "A hot and very slutty stripper." Ethan's mind was completely at his will; the moment both eyes made contact, his mind and eyes got blank, rewriting the memories piece by piece. "Enjoy this," the man says, grabbing Ethan's head down to his hard diamond cock. "Swallow everything." He grins out at him.
Ethan, or what was supposed to be Ethan giving the man a blowjob, the very skillful maneuver from his mouth is the result of the new memories inside his brain. The blowjob didn't last long as the man cumbed loads of white seed inside Ethan's mouth, swallowing all of it. "Good girl, that's what horny, slutty strippers do." He grins out at Ethan, who collapsed on the floor and started to write and spasm. His body started to shrink in height, losing mass and muscle, and his face transformed into a feminine woman, his facial features reshaping themselves, the nose shrinking, the chin receding, his eyes getting wide and luscious, his dry lips plumping, and long strands of lustrous hair growing from his scalp.
His body mass is reshaping, gaining a big pair of tits and a hot, tight ass; his new feminine body is slim and very hot; he has a healthy tan; and his dick shrinks into nothing, leaving nothing but a lovely tunnel of love in its place. "Done," the man thinks, looking at the young vixen lying on the floor, recovering from the orgasmic bliss of the transformation. "That was a good one, right, Elle?" The man speaks to the horny slut lying on the floor in ill-fitting clothes.
She recovers from this outstanding orgasm, and she has the lovely orgasmic session she needs in the day, but this time she is into complete post-orgasmic bliss. "Get on your feet, Ellie," the man ordered her. Elle's body is still weak, and her legs feel like jello, but she does her best to obey his orders; she is one of his favorite strippers, and she has to show him respect for all his gratitude.
"God, that was amazing. I don't know why I'm wearing these clothes." She wrinkled her face to see these ill-fitting clothes. "Maybe someone wants to play once again." The man grins out at her, and his cock recovers from the last orgasm. Elle's mouth salivated just by looking at the man's cock. "Oh, mister, I would love to drain your balls." She smirks at him, and without thinking twice, she kneels and starts stroking her cock with her dainty hands, her mouth drooling, and her plump lips make contact with his diamond-hard cock, making her orgasm instantaneously. "You can swallow all the cum you want." He moans, This slut is the best option ever; in fact, she is the perfect candidate. Elle couldn't be happier; she is sucking his boss's cock and being able to drink all the cum she wants.
