Authors' note: This story was inspired by a talented artist I came across on deviant art who made a variety of impressive photo-manipulations and even included stories to go with their images. And, sorry in advance for the story being so dark to those who enjoy happier stories. This one just didn't turn out that way.

A Mouthful of Troubles
By: Set3

Jerry was a very successful manager for the company company he worked for, having won millions of dollars worth in programs. Many of which were still paying off dividends, needless to say, the higher-ups above him loved him for it. That is, until it came to light that he was abusing his position over the female staff. With such a high turnover rate of said female staff, it was only a matter of time that his poorly-conceived antics caught up to him. With all those coming forth against him to report from the "minor" sexual discrimination of the use of sexual derogatory terms to describe women to the far more serious of using his position to curry sexual favours and then dumping them under threat of ruining them. Needless to say, he became an instant pariah in the company. His career, it would seem, was over. By act of self-sabotage if you will.

That is what brought him to his lawyer's office to explore whatever options that were still available to him. Jerry had been sitting for several minutes in stewed silence while his lawyer read through a rather thick folder.

At long last his lawyer closed the folder and dropped in on his desk, "It seems that it would have been quicker to ask for a file on what you didn't do. You really screwed yourself over here Jerry," he admonished him.

Jerry ran a hand through his hair forcibly as he turned his head to the side, not wanting to look at his lawyer, whether out of shame or frustration, "I KNOW!" he shouted, "My career is fucked because all those bitches decided to grow a spine, fuck!" he slammed a fist on the desk, "So, what can I do now?"

His lawyer sat back in his chair in thought as he looked up to the ceiling in thought, "Ordinarily, I would say to try good behavior for the jail time you're facing and maybe you'll get out this century, but," he reached over and grabbed another file folder out of his desk and laid it down in front of him, "Fortunately for you, I came across this pilot program for people in your position. If you agree to go through this, and if the court accepts, you'll be able to keep working at your company with your current salary and hours. However you'll have to start at the bottom and work your way up again. After a three year stint under this program that is," he told him as he pushed said folder in front of him.

"Fine, whatever, just so long as I don't end up in jail," Jerry told him as he started to get up.

His lawyer stopped him, "Hold on there, there's the matter of what this program entails, then there's the cost of..." he was cut off by Jerry's interruption.

"I'll let you handle the details, just so long as I stay out of jail. Just having a job is still a win for me right now."

His lawyer gave a sigh and pulled a sheet out from the folder, "In that case, just sign here at the bottom. I do strongly advise on reading the material I've got about the program," he told him with resignation. Jerry quickly signed the paper and left, leaving the folder on the desk.

A week and a half later, a quick visit to court and one guilty plea under conditions of the pilot program stated. After a brief moment the Judge looked over the information for the program. The judge raised her eyebrows as she looked over the information. "Does the prosecutor and your clients agree with this program?"

The prosecutor rose from his chair, "We have your honour. My clients believe this is a fitting punishment for the defendant."

The judge turned to Jerry and his lawyer, "And does the defendant agree to go through with this program in what it entails for the full five year duration and that the defendant will be responsible for the body restoration?"

This got Jerry's attention as his lawyer stood up, "Yes your honour, my client has expressed full desire to undergo everything the program entails."

"Then by the power of this court, I hereby sentence Jerry Slains to five years under probation to the program, dismissed," she said with a bang of her gavel.

Before Jerry could ask about him being responsible for body restoration, he was escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiff outside the building to a waiting vehicle that drove him off to a hospital that specialized in body magic. The hospital security then escorted him inside to a nicely furnished room that was meant for recovering patients. Jerry noticed that the door was locked from the outside. Jerry was put off that this all happened so fast. He couldn't even ask his lawyer about what the judge said. He had little time to dwell on this when the door opened and in walked an orderly and a security person with a gurney. The orderly instructed him to lay down on the gurney. When Jerry hesitated, the security officer took a step forward. Jerry reluctantly got on the gurney and stiffened as the orderly strapped him down. He was then rolled down the hall to where he could only imagine. His inquiries went unanswered by the two.

It wasn't much longer that he was at his unknown destination, an operating suite it seemed. Two surgical sorcerers came into his view and began to work on him but not before administering anesthetic and knocking him out cold.

When he awoke he found himself back in the recovery room. He continued to lay there on the bed for several more minutes as his whole body was feeling a deep-seated fatigue. Later, his body still feeling sleepy, he forced his body to sit up and take stock of what happened. Nothing seemed to be out of place as he dragged himself to the edge of the bed. Swinging his feet over the edge he hopped out "Ack!" he shouted in surprise as the floor seemed to be farther down than he was expecting. Sprawled out on the floor he was now fully awake and got up.

It was at this point that he registered that he was now dressed in a pair of hospital provided pajamas which seemed to hang a little loosely around him. "What the hell did they do to me?" he asked himself as he walked over to the bathroom. He smacked his hand against the door when he got in there and swore as he stared at himself in the mirror trying to see what changed. His hair looked a little longer maybe but he still couldn't place what was wrong. He leaned forward with his hands on the sink.

"Wait!" he stood back up again. He looked between the sink and his reflection several times, "They made me shorter!" he said at last. That was why he fell out of bed and why he hit his hand on the door. He guessed he lost about a foot in height. "Why did they make me fucking shorter?" he asked no one as he stared at his face looking for anything else. His hair was actually a little longer but that seemed to be it. He was considering what else to do when he heard the door open. He went back to the main room to see an orderly, with a security guard, come in with a trolley that had a plate of food on it. "Why am I shorter?" he asked the orderly as he moved the plate of food to the table.

"You just had your first of many operations," the orderly answered as he stepped away from the table, "If I were you, I'd take advantage of the food while you can," he said with a smirk.

"..Why?...," Jerry asked, not liking how cryptic he was sounding.

"You're gonna need to the calories to burn for your upcoming operations, and, it's a lot better eating food than getting the same nutrients from a drip in your arm," he gave a nod, "Enjoy," he added before leaving with the trolley, the guard following behind him.

Jerry quickly checked the door but found it was locked. With nothing else to do, he sat down at the table that felt a little too big and dug into the food. The rest of his day went on with nothing to do but wait for his next meal to come. He would have watched tv but some one must have thought it was funny to take it out. At last, after the sun went down, the orderly returned with the gurney and gestured for him to lay down. Jerry wanted to protest and ask about what they were going to do to him this time but a quick look to the security guard and his "Don't fuck with me!" look quelled that desire and hopped up on the gurney and waited as the orderly strapped him down and wheeled him out of the room and down the hall. He was anesthetized shortly after reaching the operating room.

He woke up in the bed of the recovery room again, this time feeling like hell. He groaned as he sat up but frozed when he felt two additional movements on his chest. "What the fuck!?" he screamed as he grabbed both protrusions with each hand, feeling them smack from both his chest and hands. He winced at the feeling. His heart thumping hard in his chest he threw off the bedsheets and ran for the bathroom to see his reflection, pausing briefly to get his flopping tissue under some measure of control. Even then he could feel the breast flesh bouncing under his arms.

To say he was shocked when he saw his reflection would be an understatement. He was downright mortified at what he saw. There reflected before him, was a woman. Not just any kind of woman but a very curvy, most would say sexy, woman. The only thing that seemed to mar the image of beauty was her face. His nose and mouth was still unchanged. And to a further extent his voice remained his own as well. The very definition of a "butter face" it seemed.

"Somebody's going to fucking pay for this!" Jerry shouted at the mirror, already thinking of what he was going to do to his lawyer. "If he thought I'd prefer THIS to jail, then he's got another thing coming!" he shouted making a silent promise. And he was supposed to go back to work looking like this? "Fuck no!" he spat. After several angry breaths, a terrifying thought came to him, "They wouldn't..." he trailed off as he shoved a hand down the front of his pajama bottoms.

Nothing impeded its path. Now completely terrified, he leaned forward to get past his well-endowed bosom as he held his bottoms out and was greeted with something that should never have been in that location, at that angle. "Those FUCKERS!" he screamed as he ran for the door and began pounding on it while demanding answers to what they did to him in a more colourful language and even more creative promises of what he was going to do to them that the author of this story would rather not put into words.

He was in mid-conniption when the door suddenly opened inward, smacking Jerry in the face, sending him falling to the floor dazed. While Jerry was collecting himself, in walked a doctor followed by an orderly as well as the ever-present guard. The doctor sat down at the table and gestured to Jerry to take the chair across from him. Jerry gave him a dirty look as he got up and pulled the chair out roughly before sitting in it in a huff, "I could have gotten a concussion from you assholes hitting me with the door," Jerry sneered.

"Then it's a good thing you're in a hospital," the doctor replied. He opened a file he had with him and got his pen ready, "So, what do you want to know?" he asked, looking at Jerry expectantly, thought uninterested.

Jerry scoffed at first before giving a dramatic gesture to his body, "Why the fuck did you guys turn me into a woman? What's the point to this?"

The doctor turned back to the orderly and guard as if to ask them an unspoken question before facing Jerry again, "You are asking why we changed your gender to a sex that you have continuously degraded as a means to curry sexual favours as part of your punishment?" he asked. "You're not delusional enough to believe you'd get something like a literal slap on the wrist for everything you've done right?"

Jerry didn't answer but continued to stare daggers at the doctor.

"And despite your earlier outburst, you are quite incapable of many of the things you claim you would do to the staff here at the hospital."

"Then why leave my face then, is it to humiliate me or something?" Jerry asked.

The doctor gave him a long condescending sigh, "You really should have read the material your lawyer gave you before signing up for the program," he chided Jerry, "You, who've so graciously found yourself, have volunteered for a program designed to combat people like you previously were in the workplace." At Jerry's puzzled look the doctor continued, "What the means is, instead of someone like yourself harassing a work colleague for sexual advances, they would go to someone like what you will will end up as. The theory behind it is there will be less lawsuits within the company when there's someone to "take one for the team" and productivity will go up if people like you had a clear outlet," he explained. "I'm dubious on if it'll actually work but, since you so graciously volunteered, what choice do we have but to see if it does or not?" He then got up and started to leave but not before turning back to Jerry, "I would suggest taking advantage of the food we provide you. After your upcoming operations, your body will no longer be able to process solid foods." And then he left with the orderly and guard in tow leaving a very frightened Jerry to ponder his immediate as well as later future.

Not too much later an orderly arrived with food, along with a guard in case Jerry wanted to try anything, and Jerry did want to but knew it would have been a futile effort and made no move. The food, while filling, was hospital food and left a lot to be desired. Lunch came and went and in the late afternoon, an orderly came with a gurney and a guard. Jerry still hesitated but complied on the guard's demeanor and got up on the gurney and laid down. The orderly strapped him down and rolled him out and down the hall. He was once again anesthetized on reaching the operating room and dozed off to a fretful slumber.

Jerry awoke, again in his bed, with a start as his guts were bothering him fiercely. He groaned as he got up and made his way to the bathroom. At first, his aim was to see what changed in him this time, his body had other ideas and he changed direction to the toilet. It seemed that this is what his body was waiting for as all the pinching and minor pains that were in his guts seemed to leave as he emptied himself into the bowl and Jerry groaned in relief as his insides were now comfortable once again. After cleaning himself up he looked into the mirror to see what changed this time.

Aside from what he already noted, nothing seemed to be different. "So, why did I go to the operating room then?" he asked himself.

Jerry heard the door open and went to see that it was an orderly, and the guard, come in. Jerry presumed the orderly was bringing his food again but only saw the orderly set down what looked like a tall travel mug or sports cup one would take to the gym on the table.

"What's that?" Jerry asked the orderly.

"Breakfast," he stated bluntly, "It's smoothies and meal-replacement drinks from here on out now, buddy," he told Jerry with a smile. He also put a single apple on the table next to the drink container, "Make sure you're near the toilet when you toss up that apple," he gave a laugh as he and the guard left.

Jerry frowned at that, not sure what to think and looked back and forth between the apple and the drink container. Just to spite the guy, Jerry grabbed the apple and devoured it. He was so angry that he couldn't recall if he liked the taste of the fruit or not and went on trying to occupy himself. Not two minutes later did he feel his stomach twist. Jerry ran for the bathroom while fighting the contents of his stomach that were threatening its way up. He almost made it and vomited onto the underside of the toilet seat before getting the last of it into the bowl. Everything seemed to come up on the first go but that still didn't stop Jerry's body from dry-heaving for a good minute. With deep shuddering breaths he grabbed a handful of toilet paper and cleaned up most of what he spewed. He then slowly got up and turned to the sink and washed his mouth out under the tap. With a groan, he meandered back into the main room. Despite his ordeal, he was hungry again and even if he was able to keep the apple down, it wouldn't have filled him. Not by a long shot. So, with some reluctance, he grabbed the drink container and drank it. It tasted sweet but was otherwise inoffensive. He then waited near the bathroom for several minutes just in case, but, after ten minutes of waiting he seemed to be keeping the food down so he decided he was fine for now.

No other note-worthy events happened other than switching between boredom and fear of what was going to happen to him next his inner musings were only broken by the orderly bringing his drink. Expecting his "supper" when the orderly arrived, he was somewhat surprised to see the orderly arrive with a gurney instead of his "food".

"This is the last one," the orderly told him as he gestured for Jerry to get on the gurney.

Jerry thought about making a run for it. He really considered it. But, what would he do if he did manage to get away? They took away his wallet so he couldn't go to an ATM. He couldn't go to the bank because he had no ID and even if he some how did find his stuff, there was no way he could prove he was who he say he was. Not with how he looked now, even with his now butter face. How would he live? The only way he could think to survive and get money would be to sell his body. And with the face he has now, it would be the only be to the most depraved. He didn't want to go under but if he went through with this, then there'd at least be some measure of safety. And after he completed his time, he can change back.

Maybe.

With extreme reluctance, he got onto the gurney and waited as the orderly strapped him down. Just as they were about to move the guard called out, "Wait! There's something I wanna do first and I won't get another shot after he goes through." The orderly looked on and backed away. The guard came up beside the gurney and stared Jerry down in the eyes. Jerry was about to say something when the guard socked him twice in the face, snapping his head back and blood spurting from his nose. Jerry screamed in pain as the orderly stepped back in and looked Jerry over.

"It looks like you broke his nose and knock a tooth out," the orderly said.

"It's not like he was going to have either after you guys are done with him," he said dismissively as he turned to the still screaming Jerry, "That was for my sister, you little shit!" he spat. "Lets get this asshole moving!"

With that, the orderly pushed Jerry out the door and down the hall to the familiar operating room. On entering, some of the surgeons did a double-take when they noticed Jerry's bloody face but were otherwise disinterested. "Let's get this over with," one of them said as another placed a mask over Jerry's mouth and nose.

"Buth my facths," Jerry groaned.

"Don't worry, when we're done, it won't matter anymore," the surgeon told him before nodding to a nurse to turn on the gas.

Jerry breathed in the gas through ragged breaths and slowly fell asleep. Afraid of what would happen next.

He had no dreams, only nightmares. He dreamt of the guard hitting him over and over again, which switched to the surgeons sucking the air from his lungs with a menacing snake. All through these nightmares, in the background, he could see every female coworker he used and abused laughing and pointing at him. His nightmare ended on a soul-shaking image of him back in his original body but wearing a dress that was too small on him hen his flesh seemed to melt off him until he looked like a short and curvy, large bosom, woman. The women that were laughing at him suddenly rushed in to scoop up his melted flesh and run away. When he tried to get some of it back, they would shove him back and grab more before running away into the darkness. He tried to call out but his voice wouldn't come.

He woke up screaming back in his bed, or at least he tried to. Running a hand to his throat, he tried his voice again but no sound would come out.

"Did they screw something up?" he thought to himself. He felt around his neck but didn't feel any bandages. One of the many marvels of magic in the modern world to have quick recovery times after even the most invasive surgeries as his own changes can attest to. But if nothing didn't go wrong with this operation then why couldn't he talk anymore? The only way he could imagine to resolve his question was to go to the bathroom and check his reflection again. He made a quick dash to the bathroom. When he got in and turned to the mirror, he froze in shock. He would have screamed if he could. And he tried to for all he was worth, but no sound came out. No breath came out of him either for that matter and when he registered he hasn't been breathing since he woke up, he tried to scream all over again. With trembling, shaking hands, he reached up to feel the orifice that seemingly replaced both his mouth AND nose and started to cry in silent sobs. He now had a vagina in the middle of his face, starting under his eyes where his nose did and ending just above his chin where his mouth used to be. Suddenly wanting to look anywhere but his new facial "feature" he noticed that his jawline was smoothed down from its original squarish look. Now, it was rounded to what would look better on a woman. The next thing he noticed were his eyes. His eyebrows were now thin shapely arches but that was minor compared to how his eyes looked. He was scared beyond belief but that was not the expression his eye showed. Despite how scared and upset he was, the expression his eye portrayed was more of a "come hither" look as if they were begging for a good time. This suddenly made him angry and the expression of his eyes changed unexpectedly again. Instead of anger, his eyes should a weird sort of "mirth" of enjoyment. This made him angrier and his eyes mocked him more as their expression grew in their mirth. He threw a dainty fist at into the mirror cracking it. He turned around and grabbed the lid to the tank for the toilet and used the lid to smash more of the mirror to pieces.

It felt like both hours and seconds that he was smashing the ceramic lid against the wall where the mirror used to sit, still seeing his mocking reflection when he felt someone grab him from behind before feeling something prick his arm. He lapsed into unconsciousness seconds later. This time, mercifully, without dreams nor nightmares.

Jerry woke up to a different room this time, and in a straightjacket as well. He so desperately wanted to reach up to confirm his if his new disfigurement was real or not. The mere fact that he couldn't talk, nor breath, or feel the inside of his mouth with his tongue seemed to do this for him. He was shocked that he didn't have a tongue either but a part of him as thankful too. A vagina with a tongue felt revolting to him despite his circumstances. His jaw still worked, he found but that only exasperated his repugnance for his new facial anatomy. He could feel the fleshy folds move against each other when ever his jaw went up or down.

"I see you're awake," a voice called out causing Jerry to snap his head to the previously unknown visitor. It was the doctor that came in after he banged on the door. "You're probably wondering why we made you into a freakish wet dream," he surmised and assumed Jerry's blank stare to affirm his guess and continued. "You have been modified to preform various sexual acts. Thanks to the medical enchantments, you no longer need to breath in the traditional sense, you actually breath through your skin. I'm told the idea came from a video game. So, not only will you not need to come up for air to give filiatio, you will be forced to wear skimpy clothing to avoid suffocating."

Jerry wanted to cry out in anger but remained silent. The doctor noticed his actions.

"I can guess your upset by what was done to you but, quite frankly, you asked for it," he gave Jerry a condescending pat on the knee, "If it's any consolation, I'm sure you'll find it very enjoyable. Your lawyer will be visiting you in a few hours, after which, I'm told your handler will be here afterwards to train you in your new position." With that, the doctor got up and left Jerry alone, still tied up in his straightjacket.

While Jerry was waiting for his lawyer to appear, an orderly and a nurse came in with a large glass with a straw in it. Jerry already knew why. The orderly sat him up while the nurse held the glass and stuck the straw into his facial vagina. It took Jerry several minutes to find the right muscles to use to suck the drink up through the straw but with a combination of moving his jaws and some new muscles he found he now had, he was able to drink. Soon, the glass was drained and Jerry suffered through the indignity of the nurse dabbing his chin to clean up his dribble and left him alone once again.

Just as he was about to doze off the door opened, startling Jerry, and in walked his lawyer. Jerry tried to stare daggers at him but his intent went understood as his lawyer smiled at him.

"I'm glad you're taking this so well. I'm just here to tell you of the results of the trial. The majority of your assets were seized and used as compensation for the prosecutors' clients. Whatever that was left was used to pay for your transformation for the pilot program you've entered. There's no easy way to say it, but, you're broke," he said as he gave a guilty shrug, "Because of the pilot program, you are still guaranteed a position at the company you worked at previously and at your previously hourly rate, but, you have been effectively demoted to a modified secretary position. And, what's more, your retainer ran out and I'll no longer be able to represent you. Should you need a lawyer in the future, you'll have to get a court-appointed one to represent you. One last thing. You should consider yourself under probationary status with the pilot program and if you don't comply with the program, you'll have to serve your time in jail," he gave a grim look, "Without any physical restoration," he added. He got up and just before he exited through the door, he turned back to wish him good luck. He almost ran into a professional looking woman, he apologized and then he was gone.

The woman who just walked in was wearing a dark, professional looking, pantsuit. Her long dark hair was done up in a tight bun. She was wearing subdued make-up with the exception a deep, dark, red lipstick. The aura the woman presented demanded respect and no nonsense. She sat down on the chair Jerry's lawyer had vacated earlier.

"I would say that you will refer to me as Mistress Bright when speaking to me, however, I have been told," she paused with a quick examination of Jerry's face, "And judging from your appearance, I suppose some concessions will be needed in order to progress. When responding to a command, you will bow either from the waist or the neck, understood?"

Jerry just stared at her.

The woman gave and aggravated sigh then pulled out a riding crop from her black purse bag. And, with a flick of her wrist, she snapped the riding crop across Jerry's thighs. Jerry would have gasped and let out a cry of pain had he been still able to. Instead he recoiled into the fetal position and turned away from the crazy woman. Mistress Bright, for her response, snapped her fingers and an orderly came in and grabbed Jerry, forcing him to his feet and facing Mistress Bright. She used her riding crop to trace around the curves of Jerry's feminine legs while staring him down.

"Understood?" she demanded. Terrified, Jerry quickly nodded as deep as he could. The woman gave a predatory smile at this, "Good." She turned around and began walking out of the room, "Come," she ordered without turning her head as she continued out down the hall. The orderly behind Jerry urged him forward and he quickly fell into step following the woman. "We have a limited time to have you trained for your new position, so, I will not be coddling you in any way. Nor will I tolerate any disobedience. Keep in mind that you are in a hospital and punishments for perceived disobedience will be severe. Understood?" she asked. Jerry notice she turned her head back to see his response. Jerry bowed his head to which Mistress Bright smiled as she turned forward again. "Good" They only gained a few more steps before she spoke again, "You will be trained in all the duties that would befit that of a common secretary, with exception to phone duties of course. I have been tasked to ensure that you know how to act and dress as a woman of your position would at all times." She stopped suddenly in front of a door which caught Jerry off guard and tried not to run into her but couldn't make it with his arms still bound in the straightjacket. Fortunately, the orderly caught him and pulled him back to his feet. "This will be your new home for the duration of your training." she said as she stepped aside for the orderly to open the door. "In!" she ordered Jerry. Jerry took half a step before Mistress Bright whacked him under the chin with her riding crop, "What are you supposed to do when I give you a command?" she demanded. Jerry blinked twice before nodding his head three times in a row. The Mistress smiled, "Once will suffice. Now, inside," she commanded again. Not taking any chances, Jerry gave another bow at the neck before making quick steps inside the room.

The room itself was very much like the one he had been waiting in for his surgeries. This room however, was decorated for that of a woman's senses. A full makeup table with a mirror and a series of lights ringing said mirror. A dresser presumable filled with women's clothing. The bed was outfitted in the stereotypical feminine colours and had way too much "floof" and frills on it. And there was an incredibly large rack that held an obscene amount of women's shoes. Most seeming to be heels of varying styles height and colours. There was even a full length mirror by the dresser. While he was looking around, the orderly was undoing his straightjacket. The Mistress walk in and stood in front of one of the chairs by the table. "You can go now," she instructed the orderly. He did so taking the straightjacket with him.

Once the door closed, the Mistress sat in the chair and gestured to Jerry, "Come," she demanded. Jerry started to but stopped short when she raised her riding crop and gave him a look. Jerry quickly bowed at the waist now that his arms were free. When he straightened, he saw her predatory smile return and quickly stepped over to where she gestured in front of her. "On your knees," she demanded emphasizing with her riding crop. Jerry bowed his head and slowly got down on his knees and waited for his next order. "Unzip my skirt, I have a surprise for you," she ordered. Jerry gave a bow at the neck again and looked around her skirt for a zipper, seeing one on her right side he gently pulled the zipper of her skirt down until her skirt was now a rectangular piece of fabric rather that a tube. He then pulled her skirt over and got the biggest shock of his life. Mistress was sporting a penis that was quickly growing now that it was in the open. "Do you like it?" she asked bluntly. Jerry tried to stare daggers at the woman but was only able to show a mirthful joy. The Mistress seemed to know what he was thinking as she showed a toothy smile at his plight. "I'm surprised," she stated mockingly, "After all, I would have thought you would have been happy to see your little friend again."

Jerry's eyes suddenly darted down to the erect member. It couldn't be his could it? He couldn't tell. He never saw it from this distance and angle before.

"It is, or should I say was, yours," she confirmed, "I must admit, I am disappointed. I have had far larger toys sitting there before yours came to find itself there. It is no wonder you had to force yourself on women like you have done. No self-respecting woman would stay with a "man" like you with such a small thing like this. Hardly worth it, do you not think?" she mocked. Her expression changed to a blank one. "I believe your first lesson should be to experience what you have put some of your victims through. Now, suck!" she demanded. Jerry shook his head no. There was no way he was going to suck his own dick! He was about to get up when the Mistress slapped him open handed hard enough to cause him to see stars. Before he could collect himself, the Mistress grabbed his head with both hands and forced his "mouth" down on his transplanted member. Jerry's eyes shot open as he registered his former member inside his vaginal mouth. The Mistress began forcing his head up and down and against Jerry's wishes, it started to feel good. He started to drool as his head was forced up and down. The thrilling sensations ran throughout his "mouth" where ever his traitorous detached member ran. It just felt so good that he didn't realize that he was no grabbing the chair to push himself away, he was instead using it to brace himself as he continued his up and downs. He was so overwhelmed by the sensations that he didn't even notice that the Mistress had let go and let him go about himself, on "himself". The phrase "there's a party in my mouth and everybody's invited" would be an understatement. One hand, without his direction, went down to tend to the vagina between his legs which only further heightened his arousal ten-fold. Between the pleasurable manipulation of both his facial vagina and the one between his legs his whole body trembled and shook as both climaxed simultaneously. During the aftershocks his former member climaxed in his face causing his head to twitch a little more to greedily drink his members milk while his eyes rolled back in his head. His head collapsed in the Mistress' lap, still pined together on the slowly softening member. The Mistress waited patiently allowing Jerry a reprieve to come down from his cum drunkenness.

Eventually, Jerry came to and shuddered slightly as his still somewhat poking member slid out of his "mouth", a collection of vaginal "drool" and semen oozing and dribbling out. He shivered as he used a sleeve to try an clean himself up still a little dazed from his actions. The Mistress offered him a towel which Jerry took with a bow of his head, an action that did not go unnoticed by the Mistress, and used it to clean himself further. "Good girl," the Mistress told him as she got up. "Your training in your new position begins now!"

And his boot-camp in femininity began. He learned to walk in heels, many of them quite tall. He learned about make-up, his oral pussy notwithstanding, he learned how to do up every other part of his face. His eyes, his cheeks, and chin. When he was done it looked like his face was begging for sex. He had never seen any of his female coworkers "slutted up" like he was but the Mistress told him this was what was expected for him at a minimum at all times while at work. He was dressed the part of a party girl too. Often wearing clothing that would leave his midriff bear. Next to learning to walk in heels, in a sexy manner as well, his bane seemed to be on learning to put on pantyhose, often putting runs in many of them. An action rewarded by a swing of the Mistress' riding crop. He quickly learned though and, much to the Mistress' satisfaction, was now capable of sliding them on in a very sensual manor. Jerry felt like he had been in this hellish training for weeks, but it was only a short six days. With a combination of both training and the Mistress' punishments, he was a shell of his former self. If any of it remained through his transformation. Any rebellion left him as a police man and who he would come to know as his parole officer came and got him. He was escorted to a rather small apartment that was already furnished. While his parole officer was showing him around his new home he informed him that part of his salary would be garnished in order to pay damages to his victims, so, anything he got left over would be for him to use for superfluous things like getting his drivers license renewed as well as buying a car would be a distant dream, even after his five-year punishment. It would be up to him to replace the make-up he used as well. His parole officer told him that she would be picking him up to ensure that he would go to work and serve his time before leaving him alone for the night to get familiar with his new "home".

Alone since the end of his transformation into this freak he became, and all the fight long since kicked out of him, he collapsed to the floor and cried silent sobs to eventual slumber.

Pounding on the door woke him up the next morning. When he got to the door to open it, his parole officer barged in. "Why aren't you ready yet?" she asked him, "Have you even showered yet?" At Jerry's shake of his head in the negative. The parole officer let out an annoyed grunt and pointed to the bathroom, "Go take a shower, be out in ten minutes and get changed and made up. You'll have to eat on the way!" Jerry barely hesitated before bowing his head and running off to the bathroom to do what he was told. He was in and out of the shower in record time, but took fifteen minutes, most being spent on his hair. While he partially dried his long hair with a hairdryer he picked out his outfit for the day. A, very, shot black skirt with lacy black stockings with a matching lacy bra with a skin-tight top that showed off plenty of cleavage. He was never given any underwear and was told he wouldn't need any for his position. With his hair still a little damp he donned the outfit and began putting on his make-up. On finishing his eyelashes were full, the eyeshadow was sultry, and his cheeks were blushed to accent his faces most notable distinction, his "mouth". Fully made up he sauntered on his moderately high heels back to his parole officer. "Took you long enough, here," she shoved a travel mug with a straw into his hands, "You can eat on the way, don't forget your purse. I made sure it has everything you need, come on!" and she turned for the door, missing Jerry bow his head as he followed behind. It wasn't until they were in the parole officer's car and on the road that Jerry began to "eat". His parole officer explained that she expects him to be dressed and ready the next time she came to get him in the morning. Jerry only bowed his head in response as he continued to drink his breakfast.

A relatively short jaunt through morning traffic, they arrived at Jerry's office building. He was ushered out of the car and he quickly walked towards and into the building. It took a minute but it was quicker than slowly that eyes around him were drawn to him, or rather, his face when they caught sight of him. Hushed whispers abounded around him as he approached the front desk for his office floor. The people at the desk, who were talking until they saw him, were silent as he walked up to the desk. Jerry blushed as he fished through his purse and pulled out his papers and identification to explain who he was and that he was authorized to be there. It took the man a few seconds to register that Jerry put the papers down for him. The man shook himself out of his stupor and grabbed the papers and looked through them. He kind of laughed, "Is this for real?" he asked Jerry, who only nodded. The man only rolled his eyes in response as he picked up the phone and dialed. "Sir, it's the front desk, I have a "Jerry Williams" here wanting permission to come up to the office? ..Uh-huh, ok sir. Right away, sir," he hung up the phone before turning back to Jerry, "The boss says your ten minutes late, and expects you to be more punctual tomorrow," he warned. Jerry only bowed his head. "Go on up, then," he gestured. Jerry bowed his head and walked past the desk to the elevator, just barely overhearing the man mutter something about a "booty-call".

Jerry continued to blush in embarrassment as he entered the elevator, feeling all the eyes on him or looking at his reflection in the elevator doors. This made Jerry afraid, which in turn increased his "come hither" eyes making him look horny and begging for sex. His eyes showed a second of mirth as he got angry briefly before he tried his best to maintain a neutral expression as best he could. It wasn't easy. After only a dozen or so seconds of starts and stops, he was on his floor and got out. He jumped when he felt some one pinch his ass. He turned back in anger, forgetting the image he portrayed as he saw a man he didn't know wink at him as the doors closed in front of him. Jerry would have tried to take a calming breath if he were able to but had to make do with giving his fist a quick shake before moving on. It wasn't even a minute later that he arrived at his bosses office and meekly knocked on the open door. His bos looked up from talking on the phone and quickly dismissed whoever he was talking to. He got up and ushered Jerry to the an area on the floor and called out to everyone.

"Excuse me everyone, put your calls on hold for a moment please!" he then gestured to Jerry, "A lot of you have heard that Jerry got in trouble for abusing his position over the female staff," he was interrupted by some jeers, most likely aimed at Jerry. The boss put his hands up placatingly, "No one's disputing that, believe me. That said, rather than going to jail to serve out his time, Jerry here," now pointing to Jerry, "Has instead volunteered for a new program designed to prevent situations like the ones he caused. Ladies and gentlemen, Jerry is the world's first "Suckretary"! With exception to answering phones, for obvious reasons, he is to perform and be treated like any other secretary with one additional service. He will be act as a sexual "stress relief" for all the staff." There was a plethora of murmurs and confusion around the office as well as a chorus of laughing from the female staff, some even taking out their phones to take pictures. "Ok, ok. Just keep in mind that he's at the very bottom of the seniority list. Any new hires are automatically above him. Okay, back to work everybody! Gwen! Jerry will be shadowing you until he gets the hang of his new job unless some one needs him," he let it hang, not going any further to explain then that. Everybody stared at Jerry a moment longer until a phone ringing seemed to snap the staff out and they resumed work.

Jerry was relieved for the moment that everyone seemed to forget about him till Gwen walked up to him with her arms crossed, looking him over. "Come with me and don't give me any shit," she turned around and walked back to her desk. Unknown to Gwen, Jerry bowed his head and followed. He couldn't help bowing his head after every command, after his intense training with Mistress Bright, it was hard-wired into him. At least for now. When they got to Gwen's desk, she told him to find another chair to use. Jerry bowed his head again and went to look for a free chair around the office. He found one in the break room and brought it back to Gwen's desk. Gwen took one look at the chair and shook her head, "Go find one with some wheels on it. You'll just get in the way if I have to get up for something. Jerry bowed his head and returned the breakroom chair and found another with wheels in a meeting room and went back to Gwen's desk once more. Gwen approved and Jerry sat down in the chair on the side of the desk. Gwen was all business and prioritized her work over teaching Jerry how to do her job but did show him somethings when there was a window between jobs. She had Jerry grab coffee for the managers. Luckily, there was a keurig coffee machine and Gwen told him which manager liked which flavour packet. Using a rolling tray to hold the coffee mugs. He filled them and made the rounds around the senior offices. He got some looks and more than a few double-takes as he delivered the coffee. It wasn't until he got to the last office that was out of the way form the cubicles that the man told him to wait and close the door and even draw the blinds. Jerry bowed his head and did so before turning back to face the man who looked him over a bit.

"You can't get pregnant can you?" he asked at last. The question startled Jerry but he shook his head no. The man looked at him a moment longer before telling him to lock the door and hang himself over the desk as he got up and undid his pants. He walked around and hiked up Jerry's skirt, he was already hard. There wasn't any hint of romance as he went straight to impaling Jerry's "natural" vagina. Jerry's head snapped up at the sensation, grasping the other side of the desk tightly as he continued pumping into him. This was the first time Jerry was penetrated down below and had he still have a voice he would have been screaming out in ecstasy. He could only buck his hips back onto the man's throbbing member as he quickly pumped in and out of him. Before Jerry could climax, the man grunted and ejaculated into him. He pulled out and cleaned himself off. When he got back to his chair he told Jerry to clean up his desk. As Jerry came done he realized that he had been "drooling", his mouth juices had pooled on the table where his head was. He bowed his head and took a roll of paper towel the man had set on his desk and began cleaning up after himself. He even used some to clean up under his skirt before tugging it down, wincing at the rough texture of the sheets he used. He was about to toss the used sheets of paper towel into the office garbage when the man stop him ang angrily told him to get rid of it elsewhere. With a bow of his head Jerry left with the clump of towel sheets in his hand and quickly ducked into the nearby washroom. He dumped the wad he was holding into the trash can and stepped into a stall to to use the toilet paper to clean himself up further. As cleaned as he could get himself he washed his hands and made his way back to Gwen's desk to continue his training.

His secretary training with Gwen continued for a few days afterwards and during that time he was used by the same man, the same way, once each day. He had also been the target of office pranks or just straight up ridicule by the other women. He would often hear hushed whispers as he walked near a group of women who would then burst out laughing as he walked by. The groping also increased as well, most seemed happy at grabbing his ass though more than a few groped his breasts, one actually fondled his "mouth" in the break room after he finished drinking his food. With his status as the office pariah he actually looked forward to sexual encounters and actually beamed with pride when, at a staff meeting, the boss made a small note that productivity had increased a little and sexual harassment reports had gone down in the office.

One day he was called into his friends, Eddie's, office. He had Jerry close the door and lock it and had him sit in the chair in front of his desk. Eddie got up and walked around undoing his belt and opening his pants. His erect member sprung forth He leaned on the desk in front of Jerry, his penis pointing straight at him. Jerry didn't even hesitate as his "mouth" began to drool. He gingerly took the inflated member and shuddered as the pleasure centers in his brain lit up into overdrive. He fingered his lower opening to add to the pleasure. He pinch his nipples alternatively, every sexual point was enflamed in pleasure. Eddie came inside his "mouth" and he swallowed eagerly working his jaw to drain what he could as he orgasmed shortly after. His whole body shuddered as he flopped back in the chair like a puppet with its strings cut. Still cum drunk, Jerry barely registered Eddie telling him that he was the one that ratted Jerry out and provided the evidence of his misdeeds saying that Jerry made the mistake of forcing himself onto his fiancé who was so distraught from the experience that she tried to commit suicide.

A part of Jerry did feel sorry for his fiancé and did regret what happened, but, the more immediate and pleasure soaked mind of Jerry didn't care. He was a suckretary and was looking forward to his next service to get back to this high again.

The End.