Cal smiled as his High School crush eagerly impaled her tight asshole around his thick, meaty cock, bouncing up and down furiously in a Reverse Cowgirl as he leaned back on his desk. This was the Lois Lane he'd dreamed of for so long. He grunted in pleasure at the tightness of her backdoor and the vigor of her fucking, closing his eyes with a smile as she rode him hard while playing her big fake looking tits.
"Ooh, fuck! Sooooo big! Nggn! Gonna- gonna- gonna cum!" she moaned. True to her word, not a minute had passed when she began to screech like a bitch in heat at the sensation of his massive rod splitting her in half, her whole body shaking with the massive orgasm. Her squeal was loud enough to wake the dead - the big fake tits weren't the only change to her body. Cal had made certain Lois Lane's orgasms were both plentiful and violent in their intensity, which only increased her degradation in the past and would speed up her descent into her new life as a cum-hungry porn star.
He grunted and then pulled out of her with an audible pop, tossing her onto the ground where she writhed in orgasm on his expensive carpet, too far gone to even care. The sight was enough to get him to finish - big, thick ropes of his cum shot out of his thick cock, covering Lois Lane's body in his jizz. A large splash took her right in the face, making his spunk drip down her nose and mouth. He smiled and picked up his camera to take a picture of the former high and mighty reporter, now just a sweaty little bitch covered in his cum at his feet.
"Now that should be a great photo to use for your Jizz Junkie profile." he said with a smile. "Get up and get dressed, EZ Layne. You've got some paperwork to sign."
Stuffing his impressive manhood back into his expensive slacks, he smiled and pressed down on his intercom.
"Chastity? I'll need those legal documents now please."
Cal smiled as his secretary entered. After he transformed himself into a muscular billionaire, he could have had any piece of top shelf eye candy he wanted as his secretary. Instead he had hired Chastity Perkins - a rail thin, prim, conservatively dressed senior citizen with long grey hair who always wore a prominent cross over her tightly buttoned blouse. At least, that was the old Chastity - things had been changed since he'd hired her three months ago and started making just one change a week as an experiment in restraint.
The secretary opened the door as Lois was unsteadily getting to her feet and looking around for her spandex tube top and booty shorts.
Some things hadn't changed. The cross was still there, as were the tight, conservative blouses . . . but they both now merely drew attention to the all natural set of E-cups jutting from her chest. Said tits were aggressively perky on the 22-year-old's slim frame, fighting against her attempts to hide them. She moved a lock of her long red hair out of her face and frowned, her thick, pouty lips communicating her obvious displeasure at the sight before her.
"Here are the Broken Dreams employment papers, Mr. Corker." she said with barely restrained disgust, her eyes avoiding the sweaty, cum-covered Lois Lane as the woman slid back into her tight, barely-there clothes. She nibbled on the fountain pen in her left hand absentmindedly. "Your . . . employee just has to sign and date on the flagged pages."
"Thank you, Chastity." Cal said with a smile as his hands brushed hers while taking the papers from her. "What do you think of our new hire?"
He'd given the highly religious old bat quite a few upgrades since she'd started working for him but held back from making her into a total nympho slave. The physical changes were obvious - the Jolie lips, bright red hair, mouthwatering new rack, long, shapely legs and an ass that would make a movie star weep with jealousy all stood out underneath the tight, boring clothes. The mental changes, however, were where the real fun began. Keeping her prudish religious morals intact while ramping up her libido tenfold, giving her secret fantasies about being dominated by him sexually and an unquenchable oral fetish was hilarious.
Oh, and since it was Monday, it was time for a new change - let's see how little Miss Jesus Freak deals with her newfound bisexuality, he thought with a smile.
"Her? Well, Sir, I- I, uh . . ." she blinked as she stared at the slutty, fake-titted brunette in front of her. An obvious whore who wasn't good enough for her wonderful boss, obviously, but she was . . . very attractive. Chastity licked her full lips unconsciously as her eyes roamed up and down the brunette's lush body. What would it be like to feel the whore's utterly fake tits against her much bigger real set? To suck on her dark little nipples? Lick out her Master's- no, boss, she corrected herself blushing - cum from her dirty little whore pussy? Punishing the filthy little whore as part of a show for Mr. Corker, joining her on camera for his pleasure? It would be disgusting. Wrong. Naughty . . .
"Chastity?" Cal asked again with a huge grin.
"Mmm. Oh! I mean, yes, Sir, I think- that is, she's delicious. I mean, she will do nicely for the, er, job!" Chastity babbled, trying to hide her obvious arousal - poorly.
Cal grinned.
"I'm glad you think so, Chastity. You're looking a bit flush - are you feeling well?"
The redheaded secretary blushed even deeper at her sinful thoughts. Mr. Corker could probably see them all over her face!
"I'm fine, Sir! I- I, um, just need a trip to the Ladies." she babbled, face red with embarrassment.
"No worries. That will be all for now . . . Chastity."
His dark brown eyes roamed up and down her body as he said her name in a deep, manly rumble. She knew it was inappropriate but it always made her so fucking wet! She nodded and hastily ran off to the bathroom, not sure if her hands would clasp in prayer or if the sin in her would win out and they'd slide between her prim, virginal legs yet again.
Calvin smiled as he watched the woman sway and jiggle as she quickly sped out of the room. Turns out that there was something to be said for delayed gratification after all.