Richelle and Hector (Sci-Fi Gender Transformations)

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Inexplicably, Richelle’s trip to her apartment was unseen.



Sure, there were close calls along the street. It’ DC. But at that time of night, with her arm wielding branches and her sticking to shadows and alley ways – Richelle made it to the apartment without someone seeing her nude form.



At home inside the apartment, she went around settling up the interior. She wanted to ease her mind. Cleaning up candles, putting unrecognizable male clothes away in closets. She wanted normalcy – if she could achieve it. After an hour or so of this straitening, she went to bed. She fortunately avoided texts from Stephen and Olivia, and she knew that while ‘Hector’ had left Richelle’s phone here after texting Olivia he was coming over, it was Richelle that came back home.



Across town, Olivia was shocked at Hector’s disappearance. However, she wasn’t blowing Richelle’s phone up about the cock she lost out on, she wouldn’t want to be alerting Richelle of the goings on between her and Richelle’s new assistant.



Not that Olivia knew the thick, throbbing cock she recently was about to have in her mouth was actually Richelle’s.



In bed, Richelle shook her head with nervous energy trying to dispel such a thought. She didn’t know if there was officially a ‘cycle’ with these transformations. She just knew whatever this concoction was, it left her body and mind in a state of flux. Then she went off to sleep, not knowing if she’d wake up as Richelle.



Nor did she know she’d be enjoying this Commanders football game so soon, but here she was on the sideline – watching as a specially invited guest.



A long pass sailed through the air by the Quarterback, looking all the while like a sure touchdown until a Falcons defensive back knocked it down. Richelle turned to her left to point out the terrible route that was called there, and she noticed her assistant Vincent was there wearing the jersey she gave him. Stephen was there, agreeing.



Another play came, an incompletion to the flats. Richelle was further miffed, and again aired frustration toward the direction of Vincent, Stephen and…apparently Patricia was there too.



Stephen looked a little different. Shorter. Hair a little longer.



Now the Commanders had to punt, an agonizing situation for the fans present and Richelle boomed out a complaint in a deep, low range. Stephen joined in; his voice higher. Borderline breathy. Richelle looked to second an opinion and there Stephen was, long blonde hair, and a cute face. To Richelle this just “was.”



Patricia was now wearing a Commander’s cheerleader uniform. This too was simply happening.



Richelle walked over to both, and she pointed at the field exit toward the locker rooms. Richelle followed behind Patricia, marveling at her ass in those tight Commander’s shorts, and Stephen was in toe beside them, his shirt having changed to a tight blouse reminiscent of a sideline reporter. Generous breasts had formed on hist increasingly tight chest.



Inside the corridor leading to the locker room, Richelle placed her strong hands on the rear ends of the two ladies and she guided them toward the first closet they could find.



Stephen’s butt had curved, rounded, and pushed back into Richelle’s manly hand; it was now beneath a tight business skirt. Richelle playfully pinched at the jumpy Patricia’s cute butt, before opening the nearest door.



Inside the door, which quickly closed and locked, Richelle, Patricia, and Stephanie swiftly began to disrobe. Patricia yanked down her cheerleader shorts and got down upon her hands and knees. Stephanie had already taken off her top, revealing an amazing pair of breasts with large, invitingly erect nipples.



This quickie could not be denied, and Richelle quickly unbuttoned her pants, dropping them as she walked up behind Patricia, Richelle’s boxer briefs distended with a lengthened bulge that had reached both up and out.



She pulled that down, and out bounced her hard, veiny near ten-inch erection. She firmly grabbed Patricia’s rear, and angled herself just so, with Patricia moaning out when Richelle’s fat cock bottomed out in her pussy.



With her right hand, Richelle pulled Stephanie closer, and she began enjoying one of Stephanie’s delectable nipples in her mouth. Stephanie cooed, but Patricia began to grunt systematically as Richelle’s hips took a quick motion of humping Patricia’s rear. In and out, grunt after grunt.



What in a normal situation would take many minutes, Richelle’s brain processed this completely selfishly and she rapidly came to a thunderous orgasm, her own moan bellowing off the walls, her hands deeply kneading Stephanie’s breasts, and rope after rope of thick semen was shot deep into Patricia.



Richelle suddenly awoke…a prolonged but shocked moan having escaped her mouth – and her vision returned to her in her bed.



Her thighs were damp. Her blanket and sheets were too, right at her hips. Her panties were drenched from another nocturnal emission, and this time she remembered more of it.



She remembered taking Patricia from behind and sucking on her own fiancé’s breasts!



Grosssssss.



Hector’s male identity had somehow merged with her subconscious, Richelle deduced, warping her own eyes. All the sucking…all the fucking…it was her as him. The other day when she woke up to a greatly wet bed, she thought it was strange and unrelated. Now she was finding out just how fluxed her mind was. She got out of bed and dropped her sopping panties in the clothes hamper.



After a thoroughly cleansing shower, Richelle got dressed in some casual jeans and a green button shirt with a brown scarf.



She was wearing it all the way into the lobby of the Wellness Center when she saw Olivia, then her eyes went wide and she tried to turn around.



Olivia noticed Richelle too, and while speaking with someone else still turned to yell “Jackson!.”



And Richelle stopped.



To her, the biggest ‘thorn’ in her ass was Hector. And as she was turning around to face Olivia, here she was face to face with the only woman she had ever dropped her pants for.



“Jackson, until further notice you’ll be working under Mr. Hyde.” Olivia confidently boasted. Then she quickly remembered the ever so brief hard look of Hector last night, and added “Figuratively speaking, mind you.”



Richelle was completely taken aback. “What?!”



“He’s wasted as an assistant, his work is brilliant, Mr. Unterveldt wants a “man” working on the new drug anyway.”



Richelle could hardly process this information.



“Especially with Patricia’s accident, we need another high-level chemist on the project.” Olivia turned away.



“What accident?” Richelle asked to the walking away Olivia.





Richelle looked aghast at the bandages on Patricia’s face.



“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, ok? I have to wait for the swelling to go down.” Patricia’s face was bruised, a result of her slipping last night in the lab (she says).



“Wait a minute, Patricia,” Richelle asked, “in what way are you sure “He” did this?”



Patricia didn’t know if the water she slipped on that night was deliberately caused by Hector, but circumstantially he was there. At least prior to him vanishing. And Patricia certainly didn’t want to alert Richelle to the fact she was trying to fuck Hector.



“He was alone, here in the lab.”



“Yeah, but you had gone into another room, perhaps it was another thing causing the spill.” Richelle added.



“I’ve been here 5 years; I know what typically causes water on the floor. You’re thinking with little Richelle, think with big Richelle.” Patricia then grabbed some paperwork, and left the lab with haste.



Richelle then turned to notice a cigarette there on the counter. Quickly deducing who left it there, Richelle rhetorically asked “What is he smoking? God damn it, with my lungs?”



But then Richelle turned to a testing kit, and went to test the end of the cigarette.





Later, Richelle began to put information gleaned from the DNA on the cigarette into a program meant to track the comings and goings of Hector. She saw the screen breakdown two chromosomal differences between herself and Hector.



Richelle was thinking that Hector had already ruined her relationship with her fiancé, may have accidentally hurt Patricia, and had already slept with her boss. Apparently, Hector did so so well, that she got demoted. She believed she had created a libidinous monster, she had to stop him.



She looked at the program’s results on her screen, it read “Unstable” on Hector’s side. Unstable was quite a way of putting it.



She needed to document what was happening to her so she could prove to others the circumstances, and maybe get help.



That’s why she soon found herself back at her apartment, she was nude down to her panties. Placed deep inside an air vent, but trained on the bed, was a digital camera set to record.



Richelle began retreating to the bed, and said “I’ve removed my clothing so this video will better document my metabolic transformation into Hector Hyde.”



Now she was on the bed, her bare breasts jostling as she reached for a pair of handcuffs off the nightstand.



“These handcuffs will restrict his movements,” and she took a small key and put it inside a book on the same nightstand, continuing to fix her arm to the bedpost within the handcuffs, “and keep him from hurting anyone else.”



The very moment Richelle locked the handcuffs in place, the door to the apartment opened. In walked Stephen, and his friend Laria. “Richelle?!” Stephen asked, fairly loudly.



Richelle’s eyes widened in deep surprise, looking toward the downstairs and beginning to try to get the handcuffs off.



“Hello?” Stephen said again, and Richelle muttered an “Oh shit.” Barely audible.



Richelle tried to lift the cuffs of the post, to no avail.



Stephen dropped his wallet, with a bemused “Great, she’s not here.” Laria stayed behind him as he stood neat the couch.



Richelle then began to nose through the book on the nightstand, successfully moving it open and getting through some pages as she contorted off the bed, tightly cuffed. “Haaaa…hilarious.” she muttered.



She heard from below Stephen go, “Ok, Laria…this is…” but it trailed off. And Stephen and Laria moved closer to the stairway which led up to where Richelle was.



Luckily Richelle’s nose found the page where the cuffs keys were, “Ah there it is,” she said as she began to stick out her tongue to get the key into her mouth. She was successful, and then moved it around and stuck it out of her mouth in the direction of the cuffs.



Stephen and Laria moved closer to the stairs, Laria wearing a sexy burgundy ensemble but not standing too close to Stephen to give off the vibes that they were too intimate.



“I really appreciate this, Laria.” Stephen and Laria turned and walked up the stairs.



The plodding steps got louder in Richelle’s ears, and she heard Stephen go “I really don’t know how it can get worse than this…” and his breath caught at the end of the sentence. He was still at the top of the stairs, looking directly at the nude, handcuffed Richelle.



God it was sexy. But nearly unimaginable.



Richelle turned to look at them, the key in her mouth still.



Stephen stepped closer, slowly…his arms beginning to be outstretched in pure confusion and awe. “Ohh…oh Richelle.”



“Stephen!,” Richelle mouthed around the key. A smile on her face. Then she looked at Laria…”Laria.”



“Jesus,” Laria said, with a full smile.



Stephen asked, “How did you get like this?” looking down at his fiancé with shock.



Richelle looked down at her trim womanly arms. Her full breasts, clean and slim torso, down towards the white of her panties. Richelle coughed, “This is not what it seems like,” she smiled. “I can explain this.”



Stephen walked around, his hand on his head. “I…I should have let you be tied up? Shouldn’t I?”



Richelle even slightly nodded.





“I thought it was just a phase.”



Richelle smirked, “it was a phase. It was a short..” Richelle looked to Laria, who nodded right at her, “phase.”



Stephen incredulously looked to his left, away from the bed, and to the suspiciously open closet. He began walking towards it.



“Ohh..” he lightly spoke, then grabbed a hanger in the closet. He turned and walked out, holding it accusatory.



“Oh, Laria,” Stephen shook his head, looking down at this impressive man’s suit which definitely was NOT Stephen’s. “..You were right,” Stephen said, bewildered, signifying Laria had told Stephen on the side that Richelle must have been having an affair.



“I really can explain this,” Richelle asserted, her tied up womanly form trying to regain the room. “I created a formula after notes from the sale, I drank it. And what is this shit about Laria being right?’ Richelle turned to scornfully look at the other woman in the room.



“Formula?!? Please Richelle, get yourself some help before it’s too late.” Stephen turned to storm off, Laria looking right at Richelle’s pitiful form.



“Wow,” she said, then turned to walk off herself.



“But, Stephen it’s true!” And while Stephen walked from stairs quickly toward the door, Richelle’s finished words had the key pop out of her mouth. Right on to the floor.



Richelle no longer heard noises from downstairs, but she outstretched her right leg, getting her toes on her foot right up to the key on the ground.



She clasped her toes on it, and grabbed the key – dragging it forward.



And a tight pain quickly rippled through her torso, tightening her abdominals and defining them as they suddenly grew. Richelle quickly dropped her head in a low moan. “Oh no, not noooww.”



Richelle pressed her head against her cuffed arm in agony, she felt a swelling of heat and tingling up her arm, and she pulled away to watch as her arm hair became increasingly thicker, clearly apparent. The same occurred over her hands and knuckles, and she watched as they quickly grew to a fitter, manlier proportion.



She pulled down on the cuffs hard, her larger muscles bulging at the strain. But it didn’t help. As she did so, the sensation rolled over her trim shoulders, and they bulked up too. Then she moaned again as this warm tingle invaded her chest – where rapidly the widths of her areola shrank, and her breasts deflated. In a mere moment her chest was flat, gained a light covering of hair across her skin, then quickly regained shape with Hector’s growing pectorals.





Her voice fully fell into a masculine register, and her distressing sounds came out in Hector’s deepness.



Her eyes widened when a rush of pressure hit her lower abdomen. She knew her womanhood was about to vanish in a tremendous genital substitution. She felt the unnerving pain and pleasure of her clit rapidly pressing into her panties, before changing its shape into Hector’s impressive cockhead. She looked down to see the front of her panties bulge outward. Her balls swelled behind the lengthening shaft, pushing out those panties in a profanely masculine way.



While her prodigious cock grew outward, the airy gap between her underwear’s waistband and her lap widened, Richelle painfully reflected on her predicament. If this transformation had only begun several minutes ago – she’d have proof of her problem, Hector would be proven to be a fraud and would be handcuffed, witnesses could deal with him, and she might even be able to have some help in this transgender journey of hers.



But as her vision began to get hazy, and her mind began to fall away – she stared at the smooth, thick cock which had escaped the confines of her panties. Richelle’s ending thought was a wish Hector would have an easier time keeping it his pants than she was having.

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Hector awoke face down on a bed. He was tangled above a sheet. His left arm was aloft, stuck inside handcuffs latched to the bed post.



His eyes rolled over the room; he was in Richelle’s apartment for sure. Definitely their bed. He pulled on his arm…definitely strongly handcuffed. Why was he handcuffed?



Was Stephen and Richelle about to get kinky? Now that was the spirit, Richelle!



Hector’s cock twitched, and it felt pressured all wrapped up in Richelle’s tight panties. Tight for most of it, as he noticed as his large cock lengthening with each heartbeat, so much of it was already above the elastic band and pushing it further down.



Hector marveled at himself. He was overpowering these panties simply by existing…but he thought of the handcuffs again. Pulling at them didn’t work, he began to feel around on top of the bed. Underneath a pillow he found a key. Putting it inside the cuffs, he unlatched them and got out of bed.



He walked over to the closet, his half hard member indelicately leading the way with each step, and pulled some clothes out.



It wasn’t long before Hector was work ready for the Wellness Center. He’d showered, applied cologne, even put product in his hair. He made an effort to make himself look his best.



After all, he needed to get back to ascending the ladder and taking his life over. To be powerful, rich, and without Richelle. Along the way there’d be fine ladies to conquer. All in a day’s work.



Hector left in dark slacks and a forest green dress shirt. He arranged an uber on Richelle’s account, and it wasn’t long before a white Nissan arrived to pick him up.



Hector’s carrying case still contained Richelle’s purse and belongings. He put it near his left leg, having gotten in the right side of the car’s back seat. Then he noticed the driver, Alexandra. She was quite young, in her low 20s. She’s a black woman, trim to her arms and most of her legs, thick haired. Cute.



She had the settings of the Wellness Center in her GPS, and began to drive off.



Hector began some fun.



“It shouldn’t be that far away, but take your time, Alexandra.” Hector said plainly, trying to imprint his voice on her head like it would begin to thrill her.



She nodded her head, didn’t turn it in Hector’s direction. “That’s fine. As long as I can get you to your destination properly.”



“Oh, you could get me to many destinations.” Hector began to remove subtly.



Alexandra had a quick smirk to the left side of her mouth, she then looked into the rear-view mirror at Hector.



She then gazed at Hector, taking in his face.



She looked in quick peeks, first the road – then his hair. His face, then the road. Then his shoulders…man his shirt clung to them. He looked fit, he looked distinguished – and he was very handsome. She’d been with two white guys so far, nothing special - but this was a real man.



Alexandra was starting to get lost before she focused on responding to the sentence professionally. “Ha, maybe. But one ride at a time.”



It was just past two seconds, then Hector added, “Next time, you’re riding me.”



Said so smoothly. Alexandra was already picturing how manly and handsome Hector was, him effortlessly saying ‘you’re riding me’ struck her pussy like a match. Her smirk widened to a smile, and she shifted in her seat after pressing her legs together.



She lightly laughed again, adding “Life isn’t always that simple, handsome stranger.” She looked at him in the mirror again.



He seemed to not even be paying attention to her.



He was aloofly looking away as he smoothly went “Life can be just what we make it to be, and we can make ourselves cum…and go as we please.”



Now a faint visualization of him below her, on a bed, erupting inside her pussy. Quick like a camera flash. She shook her head of those thoughts.



It had only been a minute or so, but they were definitely getting closer to the Wellness Center. But Alexandra no longer wanted this ride to be short. She wanted to keep going.



“So, do you get to please…often?” Alexandra wasn’t confident in her sentence, but it was a conversation filler. Another imaginative flash of her being filled. While she assumed this man’s penis would be adequate to do this, she wished he was sitting in such a way that she could glimpse the print of his pants.



Hector turned this time, his masculinity smoldered through her as he caught her eyes looking at him. This time he lightly smiled, kept eye contact, and emphasized “I please very often. It’s almost daily that I get to feel so manly?” Something about his use of ‘manly’ lingered in Alexandra’s head.



“Does daily life get to please…you often?” His question again was so confident, her pulse was beginning to register deep in her pussy, she was definitely wet.



She straightened out her neck and head. Damn – it was difficult to concentrate. She wasn’t driving dangerously or anything, but her mental faculties were increasingly thinking sex.



It was settled, she was horny. This man made her so, and fucking him dominated her mind.



She felt a growing need to have Hector on top of her. She wanted to be touched, an achy emptiness was growing in her lap.



She needed to break the pause, stumbling out a “Ugh, sadly no it does not.” It’s true, she was painfully single. Feeling the pain of it right now, in fact.



“Like I said,” Hector’s charm deepened, “cum and go as we please.”



Alexandra’s smile widened. She looked into the mirror into Hector’s eyes. “Mind if I…if we…go over there?” She pointed her right arm toward a parking garage. It appeared secluded. Hector registered that and played it humorously, “I think it would please us both to cum there.”



Alexandra’s smile turned wicked. She turned off her system, this was her time now. She pulled into the parking garage with abandon, finding a spot without a car nearby and quite covered in shade.



“I’m sorry, sir, but this, this is overwhelming. I uhm, do you want to do this? I know you have to be at work, and I apologize. I don’t know why I feel so strongly, please don’t think too harshly of my professionalism.”



Hector’s intensity hadn’t faded, he was still lightly smiling. He moved his head down somewhat, and gestured down toward his lap. Alexandra’s eyes began to leave the gaze of Hector’s face, then she trailed lower past his shirt, towards his lap – and the print she had been longing to see.



Hector smiled the second he saw the curious look in Alexandra’s eyes turn to sheer, wide wonder. Her mouth dropped open with a silent O. Beneath Hector’s dark slacks she could see his lengthening bulge.



“Shit,” she whispered.



No wonder he had all this big dick energy.



She could easily tell, resting halfway between his knees and hips, how the snugness of the slacks betrayed the shape of his cock’s head. She could see the impression – the meaty swell of his length just beyond the head, the way it met at his groin in a noticeable bulge signifying large testicles too.



“How professional is this,” Hector said, resting his right hand to the side of his package. Alexandra didn’t look up.



Alexandra wasn’t a repressed woman, by any means. She had a healthy sexual appetite, and yes, she had been single for longer than she wanted to be, so she was also a little more frustrated than she’d want to be.



“So professional that I’m buying.” Alexandra leaned over between her car’s seats, getting her torso closer to Hector and reaching her arm out.



Right as her hand began to stroke his cock through his slacks, Hector said “I think Pro Bono work is good from time to time.” Hector brought his right hand forward and placed it behind Alexandra’s back, and brought his left hand to her face – then he planted a deep kiss on the horny woman’s mouth.



This further lit a fire within Alexandra. She abandoned her hand administrations of Hector’s bulge, getting out of her car, and opened the door of the backseat. Hector had his smile return, he noticed her beckon him to get out of the car. He did so quickly, and standing up next to her his height washed over her in manliness. She inhaled his cologne.



She hadn’t been this horny in years.



And she simply put her hand on his chest, her other hand back to palming the bulge at his front.



Hector had another idea and leaned over to her ear. “Turn around.”



Alexandra smiled, sexual allure filling her, confident this darkened corner of this secluded parking lot was giving them all the cover they needed. She growled her appreciation at being turned around, feeling all this man having a confident yet smooth way with her.



He used a hand to brush her thick, bristly hair away and began to kiss the rich chocolatey skin of her neck. His bulge pressed into her rear - she naturally pushed back and gyrated. Hector’s other hand squeezed her breast, and then he brought the hand at her neck down to the front of her lap to undo her jeans.



Undoing them, she groaned when Hector used both of his hands to forcefully yank her jeans and panties down.



Not that long ago she was picking up a stranger. Now her and that stranger were about to fuck. Her pants and underwear were at her knees, she was prone, a hot big-dicked man behind her. Her pussy was all the wetter and warmer.



Hector was swift and had his pants and underwear down to his knees in a second.



His sizable erection bobbed in freedom, lightly touching Alexandra’s shapely rear. He leaned over again, his cock pushing forward, plunging between her legs with its hot length rubbing against her slit. His cock protruded out from her lap a couple inches when his chest met her back. He leaned further over to make her lean over, his mouth at her ear and lightly saying “bend over.”



She quickly obliged, her arms finding support on her own car’s back seat, as she prepared to be taken from behind right outside of her car.



Hector found her left breast beneath his left hand and began a squeeze. He placed his right hand at her right hip to steady her, and then pulled back his hips several inches to allow the front of his throbbing shaft to meet her pussy’s entrance. He then sent it right through in a push, Alexandra’s head shot back and she groaned loudly. That thrust was the hardest she’d ever felt from behind, and she felt absolutely full.



She didn’t last long before she deeply came, squeezing his cock in a spastic rhythm of walled muscle. His consistent, deep thrusts continued. A minute approached. She came again. It was his size. It was his motion. It was his hand on her hip. It was his hand gripping and kneading her breasts. It was his mouth kissing and licking and sucking her neck, and shoulders, and back.



It was after minutes of heavenly agony that Hector tensed up, and felt his cock erupt inside of Alexandra. She was in ecstasy, cumming for the third time – the feel of his own ejaculation pushed her into a deep hazy pleasure.



Hector gently pulled himself out of Alexandra, whispering into her ear “You’re incredibly sexy, and you deserve to be completely satisfied.”



“Ohhh fuuccck,” was all she said. Gathering herself took a minute.



Hector helped Alexandra up, and they both began to bring up their underwear and pants.



He even smiled as he helped her button her jeans.

He then took her face by his hand and kissed her, “We’ve got to do this again.”



“Hell yes,” she eagerly agreed. She then asked for his number, and Hector gave her Richelle’s.



On the resumed drive toward Hector’s work, Alexandra felt a warm afterglow unlike anything she’d felt in a while. On the way, the feeling of Hector’s substantial creamy essence oozing into her panties felt uniquely erotic.



When they pulled up to the Wellness Clinic’s office, Alexandra beamed. Hector began to get out, and turned to say, “Thank you, cum again,” and a gentle aftershock washed over Alexandra from below.



Hector watched her car drive off, and he turned and walked into the building.



By a fortunate twist, Hector didn’t bump into any of Richelle’s well know bosses or coworkers on his way to the office. He got right to Richelle’s desk, then set down to begin this day’s ascent. It wasn’t long before he got a call from Richelle’s assistant, Vincent.



The discussion hinged on an upcoming meeting Mr. Unterveldt would be having on the newest development with a new male enhancement supplement. Unprepared, Hector moved to try to push it.



“Vincent, I didn’t set the presentation with Mr. Unterveldet for today.” Turns out, Richelle set this presentation, according to Vincent. “Oh, Richard did…?” Vincent moved to suggest moving the date, Hector objected. “No, no. Keep it as it is.” Hector had a smile and it showed in his voice. He then sighed, “Thanks,” and ended the call with Vincent.



Then Hector’s gaze faded to a stare through the desk, he twiddled a pen. “Oh Richelle.” He began to shake his head. “You thought you could embarrass me, didn’t you?”



He moved his thoughts toward this inner battle for bodily and spiritual dominance.



“You know before, I just considered you an inconvenience, but you’ve crossed the line. You want a fight? I’ll give you a war.” Hector calmly considered all this, luckily no one in the office heard him.



He thought of the presentation. “And don’t think I can’t find a supplement to present. I’m way ahead of you.” Hector put the pen down and moved toward a desk drawer. He began to move items around the top of it. “You always had potential Richelle. You just couldn’t see it.” Hector then found what he was looking for, notions on a solution that Richelle was already working on – blended with a bit of the preparation from Patricia’s efforts the other night.



Hector put them together, then went to see Olivia and Yvette in a conference room.



The two middle aged women sat alone at the room’s table, designed for about four. And here Hector stood, at the room’s entrance door, the two women staring at his entrance. “Ladies, May I present “Indelible.””



Hector was holding a small vial in his manly hands, his strapping frame dominating this room as he sat down adjacent to the two women.



Olivia’s face lingered on Hector, staring at him. She was remembering how his chest and abs looked. Remembering just how large his cock was.



A loud, but sarcastic cough came from Yvette Dubois. Olivia snapped her head around to Dubois, staring the woman down in the face. Knowing she was caught. Then Dubois smiled and looked over to Hector, feeling awash in his handsomeness for the second time.



She tried her own flirtation with Hector. Her smile met with a challenge. “Astonish me. Shock me. Fascinate me. Delight me.” She stared right through Hector’s eyes, the delight me part raising in register to such a way to make her sound more feminine. Almost sultry. Something she’d never done with a man. Olivia looked at her, annoyed and amused.



“It’ll be my pleasure,” Hector said. Sitting the vial down, Hector also handed Yvette a piece of paper with statistics on it.



Reading this paper, Yvette made some interesting faces. There was familiarity in what she was seeing. As Yvette stared through the documents, she let out a casual thought, “This reminds me of something Jackson once worked on.”



Hector removed his left dress shoe under the table, then his left foot met the inside of Yvette’s dress slacked thigh. Her eyes widened at the pressure, the proximity…and the knowledge of who’s foot it was. “But better…” she looked to stare at the face of the handsome man to her right, seeing a settling of his posture and a smirk, “much better,” Yvette Dubois said. Olivia stared incredulously.



“It’s wonderful,” Yvette said. The sensation of this foot at her thigh delighted her. She actually shivered slightly, this intimate feeling in her lap, concealed from Olivia and expertly attentive from Hector, rapidly built-up lustful longing.



She tightened her thighs around his foot, his wiggling toes now at her crotch, and she breathed out a light “Sublime.”



Olivia wanted to apply some pressure to Yvette in this situation, “Do you think we’re there?” wondering if the Wellness Center had a new hit supplement.



Yvette’s panties moistened, she felt a tension rising within her, cocking her head to say “almost.”



Olivia had to look. She picked up a copy of the notes and began to read them. It only took a second or two and Hector put some charm in his voice, “So, Olivia, can we call marketing and design?”



Olivia sighed, “Hector, I really think that would be…”Hector’s right foot began to sneak its way right up in between the work pants legs of Olivia, “a little premature.” The last words escaped out of Olivia with a shock, and a rush as she felt the diligent presence of Hector right at her crotch.



Olivia dropped her chin a bit, trying to hold in her composure. But his foot was rubbing her there…and she felt a warmth in her lap quickly build.



Olivia looked at Yvette, understanding some of the faces she was making over there.



“On the other hand,” Olivia said, feeling her sexually charged spirit build up within her, “Yve…”



“Yep,” Yvette answered.



“Why don’t you go brief marketing now,” Olivia’s eyes struggled to not roll up in pleasure, and her attempt at getting Hector alone was obvious.



“Ohh, why don’t you go.” Yvette insisted.



Olivia looked Yvette right in her eyes…”You go.”



“No, you go.”



It went back and forth for several more seconds.



Hector smiled, lightly pressing and rubbing his feet at both of their crotches, playing them like instruments.



“Do your job, go,” Olivia said.



“Fine,” Yvette huffed.



Yvette looked over the table a second to compose herself. She was tremendously aroused, feeling Hector’s foot between her legs just lit her up. As a result, she was quite wet, and she wanted to leave as discretely as possible. She once again noted confusion at her warping sexuality, the feeling Hector had stirred in her was strange. But she picked up her bag, placed it subtly in front of her lap and left the room.



That was all the invitation Olivia needed. She turned to her left as soon as the door closed, and took Hector’s foot and leg in her hands. She yanked his sock off, pulled his foot near her face with a grunt, a bemused smile gracing Hector’s face at Olivia’s frenzy.



She took his toes in her mouth, sucking on a few before releasing to kiss his foot. She kissed it again further up. Hector began to stand as Olivia went all the way up his leg, his dress pants falling back down his right leg as they both stood. Olivia took Hector in her arms. Looking up at him. Growling.



Through gritted teeth Olivia looked right into Hector’s eyes, and went “You are a genius!” Then she deeply kissed Hector on his mouth. Rapidly she kissed his chin, then went down his neck to kiss there. She was on fire with lust for Hector.



“You know, we can be back at my place in 15 minutes,” Olivia snarled. Her hand dropped to his sides, and went to cup his crotch.



Fuuuuck, she thought, there it is. Hector smiled as he went to check the time on his phone.



And the door opened.



In came an older, an age right around middle fifties, red head man. Olivia looked right at him and almost shoved Hector off her, and he sat in his chair.



The two older folks stared at each other a second, before Olivia said “Hello, darling.”



Hector’s eyes briefly widened.



The staring continued, then this older man looked down at the sitting Hector. Olivia noticed this.



“Oh, uh,” Olivia looked toward the expecting Hector, “this is um, Henrie.” Hector smirked at Olivia’s lie. “No, Hector.” Olivia returned to looking right at this man, the disbelief continuing. “He’s uh, happily married and new to the firm. So, how was your father’s?” Olivia desperately wanted the subject to be shifted.



“Fine. He’s waiting in the car; we’re taking him to dinner.” The man said, and Olivia had it flash through her head that she remembered this was supposed to happen. But now?



“We?” she asked, pointedly. “Oh, no can do..”



She was cut off, “Let’s go Olivia.”



“Right,” Olivia said, then immediately left the office.



The man leaned in, “Don’t flatter yourself. I have to watch her around the family dog.” From behind, in the hallway, Hector could see Olivia motioning for him to “call her” with her hands, then immediately stopping and moving away as this woman left the office too.



Hector slyly collected his work, or “work” to be more precise, then left the office.



Hector’s afternoon went carefully. He didn’t notice any more women of influence in the office, and he took a ride back to the apartment. While settling in that evening, he changed from his work clothes to a comfortable pair of boxer briefs, underwear which appeared to revel at containing his impressive package.



He made a quick dinner from food in Richelle’s fridge, and took the bowl upstairs to the room loft for a streaming service show on Richelle’s smart TV. That’s something Richelle would typically not do, preferring to instead eat her dinner at the table downstairs.



A few minutes into the program, a movie where Jessica Chastain organized private high stakes poker games, Hector noticed the vent next to the TV. A brief glimmer caught his attention. A reflection from behind the vent panel flickered with some of the changing scenes. This was intriguing, something was back behind it. Hector paused the movie, got out of bed and took the panel off. He reached in after identifying a digital camera, and he brought it out. It looked like it was aimed right at the bed. He turned it around, it appeared to still have charge and he went through it – finding a video file.



He hit play.



Damn if it wasn’t Richelle.



She was right there in the room and looking at the camera, and nude save for panties. She was narrating it all. Apparently, she wanted to record her transformation into Hector, for proof and help in ridding her body of these uncontrollable changes.



That half smart little pixie, Hector thought.



Then he laughed when he watched the arrival of Stephen and his friend.



Interesting…she’s hot, that friend. Flashy clothes and style, but hot.



He watched Richelle embarrassingly try to explain the situation, her pretty breasts jostled with her moves as she was handcuffed to the bed. She couldn’t explain it well enough, and Stephen and this woman left after he held up one of Hector’s work suits.



“Ha, he thinks she’s sleeping around on him. This does look tawdry.” Hector was smiling.



“Ohhh no,” he snorted, watching Richelle begin to contort.



This was the first time he could observe the transformation of Richelle into himself. He watched her arms begin to masculinize, muscles making themselves more obvious and hair begin to cover her forearms and hands. He watched her shoulders broaden and her back muscles develop. Even in her twists and turns in pain, Hector saw Richelle’s panties bulge outwards, deforming lewdly, then failing as Hector’s massive cock erupted from Richelle’s feminine confines.



He watched Richelle’s round, yet modest breasts pull into her chest - completing Hector’s masculine flatness, hair sprouting over her torso. Her hair began to quickly shorten into his trimmed cut, and notable features of his face began to dominate through hers. Her butt firmed up, and the muscles of her hips and quads began to deepen. Hair grew up and down her legs as her thighs, calves and feet grew out to a lightly muscled male frame.



On film, a passed-out Hector lie still and cuffed to the bed.



Hector smiled at his form, how the transformation just fully conquered Richelle’s body. Richelle really believed she got one over on him. Filming this transformation so discreetly would have worked, too.



But Hector deleted the file.



He decided to teach her a lesson in return.



He turned on some loft lights, and decided to put on some decent work clothes. He filmed himself heads up at the table downstairs. It took several minutes. Afterwards he got back to his sleepwear, just the boxer briefs, and went back to watching his program. He taped a little note to the camera and put it on the bed. After the movie completed, Hector turned off the TV and went to bed.



The office was soon a bustling place for Hector.



Tutorials and fresh products were on display. Management was hyper vigilant, ever present. It seemed significant as a few notable celebrities lingered around the offices, learning about the products as they were being showcased. In fact, Hector was luckily showing Jessica Chastain around. He had regaled in showing her his progress on this male enhancement formula, and definitely noticed the way her eyes would linger on him. He anticipated he may begin to make a move on her soon, assuredly after she came back from the bathroom trip she was on.



Hector looked down at his computer, leaning over from a standing position, and began to type away.



He then felt a large, strong hand brush against his ass before lightly squeezing it.



Hector bolted upright at this sensation, and quickly turned around. Idris Elba was there. And Hector was looking up at him. He gulped.



The shock of this male actor doing this quickly got past him, then it turned naughtier.



Hector began to be fascinated over just how attractive Idris was. Bulky, in the right ways. He looked down to note just how large the front of the actor’s suit pants was getting. Hector smiled in anticipation, and went to the office door and shut it.



Hector turned back and brought his hands to his hair, rustling through it, and shaking it out so it fell back down his upper body in full, shoulder length thickness. He walked toward the actor, beginning to unbutton his shirt which rapidly lost its long sleeves, and began to drop its coverage from his neck down towards his chest. When he reached the desk, standing next to the actor, he fully unbuttoned what was now his blouse, and let it fall to the floor.



Hector began to unhook the front of his bra, letting it open freely, his breasts bouncing into view. Hector’s narrower shoulders, trimmer arms and slimmer torso bent down in front of Idris, and pulled the zipper down on his pants. Idris’s member looked like it was couped up and tense, and Hector then pulled both the pants and underwear down.



It sprang forth and bounced in its freedom, and Hector’s thickening lips moved closer to the pulsing member. Hair fell down around the lap of Idris, a full womanly luxuriousness. Taking it into his more sharp, pouty mouth, Hector began to please this cock. He could hear a moan from above, and manly hands clasping his lengthy hair.



Hector added a markedly smaller hand to the penis that was in his mouth, moving up and down to the best of his ability, and Hector had the impression that it was getting close.



Hector then moved back up to the end of the actor’s cock, kissing it with his plumper, lipstick adorned lips. His hair framed a womanly torso, complete with bare breasts, moderately sized but round and pert. While standing there Hector moved to his skirt, pulling it down and letting it fall to the floor. Hector was now just in his tight panties. He took his hands, capped with a more impressive manicure on his nails, into his waist band and brought them down to the floor too. Hector then turned around, presenting his shapely ass to the actor.



Hector felt the warm, rock hard cock of Idris reach deep inside his pussy. Hector felt the hands of this suitor reach around and cup his breasts, his embraced his nipples hard and sensitive. Hector bit his lip as he felt a building sensation with each deep thrust, each pinched nipple. Then Hector felt his pussy clench around Idris’s cock, spasming in a wave that shot through him. Wave after orgasmic wave filled his being, as his pussy’s pleasure rewarded him generously.



In bed, Hector’s large penis was erect with subconscious desire. As Hector orgasmed in his dream, his boxers flooded with an immense load of semen. And as it recovered, it began to shrink. It shrank past its flaccid size, rapidly being pulled up into his body before his groin again blossomed into Richelle’s womanhood.





The contours of the boxers took on a rounder shape, Hector’s hips widening and waist narrowing. The hair on his legs receded into a feminine smoothness. The muscles began to lose definition, and his legs shortened slightly and rounded still further. Still trim but now quite womanly.



His stomach softened, remaining light but no longer as defined. The changes shrunk his middle down to a womanly size. This was happening to his chest, his ribcage shrunk and chest hair receded. His nipples enlarged, the areola widened and hardened on his chest. They were pushed out behind quickly inflating breasts.



Hector’s arms thinned, smoothed, and hair retreated. His shoulders shrunk, and his body took on the familiar dimensions of Richelle. His neck narrowed to her smooth shape, and Richelle’s face blossomed through his own, lips forming into place and eyes enlarging as his masculine brows and cheeks faded away. All the while his hair grew out and down, all around him in his sleep.



Richelle went on to revel further in her dreams, and her massive seminal load began to cool and harden.