Tanya smiled, as she passed him a new name badge.
"We're moving you into client relations, and keeping them happy. I need you to work hospitality, and satisfy their every need."
Tanya's eyes flashed yellow, then green, as Tom turned the name badge over.
"Iris Candice, Head of Customer Relations."
The accompanying picture was of a blonde with wild bedhead, and lips that invited only one thought. His thoughts jarred to a halt, as he felt the room rise around him. The smirk on Tonya's face was unmistakable, she was behind... whatever this was...
Tonya remained the same height, as another spell of dizziness hit Tom. He tried to speak, to ask Tanya what was going on.... But his voice came out as little more than a high-pitched squeak before dying in his throat.
He wanted to cry out again, as he felt his clothes unravel into threads, which dropped towards the office floor, before turning to dust, and blowing away on an air conditioned breeze. Only in his jocks, Tom tried to project confidence in the face of it all. His expensive watch still on his wrist only made him feel more naked.
Tonya drank him in like he was a piece of meat, his toned stomach something he was proud of, and his general fitness. He kept his half-marathons as a quiet hobby. But his body was fit.
"Seems almost a shame." Tonya observed.
"Still, you'll be a different kind of eye-candy, for your new job, Iris."
A hazy memory of calling someone eye candy, of dismissing them, of groping them, made Tom queasy. Bringing back the sensation of drunken misbehaviour.
"I'm so... so... sorry."
Tom extended a hand in apology, only to notice it was slender and feminine, topped with long nails, the nails covered in sparkly silver polish.
"Eye candy.... Iris Candice... I. Candy..." Tom tried to smile as he felt the changes race through his body.
In moments, it was clearly her body. A fact that Iris couldn't hide, as she stood there in her lingerie.
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Running a shocked hand through her mane of hair, she couldn't find any hint of a wig. The blonde mop was absolutely hers, rooted in place.
Still hoping this was a trick, some hypnosis or other delusion. Iris cradled her sumptuous bust. The girls filled the cups and the warm flesh was unmistakable as anything else.
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"Pwease... I can change." Tom begged from Iris' plush lips.
"There's no need, sweetie, I'll change things for you... But you can still earn it back if you work hard."
The 'it' made Iris want to squirm in her panties. Already it felt oddly alien and intimidating to think of cocks. Her cheeks warmed at the idea. As she didn't know quite how to continue the conversation. She wasn't fond of the damned lisp either. Playing with her hair, she tried to work her people skills on Tonya.
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"Oh yeah... There was something else you said last night, too."
Iris felt the nervous dread, as she struggled to recall. It felt wrong to picture herself as Tom...
"Piece. of. Ass." Tonya pronounced each word deliberately.
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Iris felt the warmth return to her body. It shifted from her over-stuffed bust, passed through her middle, shrinking it as it went. Reaching her hips, knew what was coming. Unwilling to hear her girlish lisping voice she mutely shook her head.
It was futile, as Tom vanished even from Iris' eyes. Relentlessly her ass grew and grew. Half expecting her suspenders to snap, Iris whimpered, until the heat faded, and Tonya looked on with approval her work done.
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"My work is done, but yours is just beginning." she took in I. Candy with contempt. "I hope people don't dismiss you for your body, and that cute lisp." Her words drip with amused malice.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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