I hated my job. No, scratch that- I hated my manager. He was an overbearing arrogant obnoxious credit-stealing sack of shit. And he was always making remarks about my body that should have been actionable, but, given his "success" at making it look like he was productive (without any acknowledgement of who was doing all of this work) the execs never considered correcting his behavior. He's a real snake since he's always able to act the angel in any hearings.
Until, one day, I found out that I got the "youth" bug. I've heard that it's probably a bunch of nano-somethings and it's usually been spread through sex, but I got it some other way. I kind of like it, though, since it makes it easier for me to work. I'd lost a lot of height and a lot of weight too, but I remained me. I bought some new clothes though given my pay rate I couldn't get much.
Anyway, I went into work with the body of a teenager on a Monday and that fucking bastard said, "Sally, come into my office, I've got something you need to know about."
Like an idiot I followed him.
Like the idiot he was, he raped me. I was too small to do him much damage, but, once he got into me, he fucked me into the ground. All of my experiences before were as nothing with the feelings I was getting.
I was appalled; This was awful. But the sack of shit was younger the next day and suggested that other managers "use" me. Given my body's response to sexual intercourse, it was easy to put up with getting used even though there was no effort expended at foreplay. They used me for more than a month, passing me from manager to manager.
One week-end I started to eat and cleaned out my pantry; I couldn't stop eating. I went to the grocery store and bought more food for my apartment and still sat to eat. The things I could eat that week-end were appalling.
Monday I awakened no longer ravenous but shaky; Once I made it to the bathroom, I climbed into the bathtub to soak, and the water was always too hot, until I finally ran the shower. Something was wrong- this was cold water I had running over me and I was comfortable, but I watched as my hands and arms got bigger and I was getting taller. My hair- my blonde hair- was all gone, even the puff of pubic hair I kept below. That's when I damn near freaked- I was growing a dick and balls! All I could do is stare as they got bigger on me and I watched as my legs got thicker and my breasts disappeared.
I noticed the water was starting to feel cooler and cooler so I turned the temperature up a little at a time and washed this new body down carefully.
But I discovered that I looked like my boss when I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I had to get dressed for work- and I didn't have any clothes- no, wait, yes, maybe I did.
I dug out the clothes that my last boyfriend (a real loser) had left me and discovered that the clothes themselves were large but- miracle of miracles- the shoes fit. I called the doctor who I'd first been told to stay in contact with but I'd never told him about the rapes that I'd endured at work. When I identified myself he was taken aback. "It's a long story, Doctor. I'd rather not go into it."
I learned that my boss would be the girl I was yesterday.
I headed for the office. I knew he'd be in late, he was always in late, but he had his toadies to keep an eye on things for him so he could harass anybody who ran late.
I got in on time, went to my desk and started to work by getting my phone headset on and getting ready to work the call center.
In my cubicle it's a little hard to realize what I look like unless you walk in or I turn around. I had a rear-view mirror mounted to my monitor (despite the complaints we get from doing this, I guess the managers like to sneak up on us workers) which suddenly showed ... me?
I turned and saw three of "me", all dressed differently; Two more walked up. I remembered that, as a woman, I'd been laid by seven men, including my boss. That meant there were two more copies of me unaccounted for.
They all tried to talk; I stood and (finally) it was me who towered over them. "Who is who, here?"
So far we had the VP of HR, the VP over this call center, a director of HR and two of the three managers local managers. My boss and the director over my workspace were still unaccounted for. The VP of HR asked me to follow him; We made quite a procession leaving the call center. Quite a few people recognized that there were 5 "Sally"s walking with one "Miles". We made it to the HR enclave with no real upset and went into a conference room.
I was placed at the foot of the table with all of these former men around me, the VP taking the head of the table.
Next thing, "he" was telling me that I'd be sued for the damage I did to each of them. I didn't realize that my balls were already buffering things, so I was easy to piss off, and started talking back:
"I hope you realize if you hadn't decided to fuck one of your employees here, on company time, against her will, none of this could have happened. If Miles had kept his fucking dick in his pants I'd not look like him now, would I? So, you are all now women. How'd things go with your wives?"
They'd shut up but I got some "if looks could kill" glares from all of them. The VP of HR, Max, decided to jump in- "But you enjoyed it! You said no but your body said yes!"
I had an erection by now and there was no doubt in my mind of how to illustrate my interest. I advanced on him and pulled him up and, despite "his" resistance I soon had the pants and panties down, bending him over the table, and, dropping my own current drawers to free my erection, I slid home in this wet woman.
This was amazing to me- I was fucking a woman with what had been my clitoris. The sensitivity was reduced but it felt interesting and something I could get to like. Max couldn't help enjoying the activity any more than I had been able to. All of the others sat frozen, staring at us as Max climaxed for his third time and I could feel myself pulsing something into him. I then proceeded to my own VP, who stood, sighed and bent over "him"self for his own experience. After Max's vocal response this was not as surprising, but Max had said, as he pulled his pants back up, "All right, after what we did to you, it looks like we deserve having it done to us. I'm sorry."
I worked around the table fucking each of these ersatz Sallys until I finished the last of these five. Each apologized to me. I wondered when they'd get their dicks back.
We cleaned up and left, I returned to my desk. My boss never came in; When the police finally went looking into his home they discovered "my" body hanging in the basement. The other manager had been killed by his wife.
It was shortly before my switch back to my original female form that the company finally released a whole set of new sexual harassment policies.
The messy divorces of all of offending managers were in progress when Max made his flip into the shape that Miles had. In his case, though, I heard that they'd come to an agreement because of him regaining "himness" even if he didn't look like his original self any more. Nobody else flipped back, so I was one of five copies of myself which confused people who hadn't caught on to the rules.
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Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Corrective Measures Part: Universe: tigger Summary: Sexual Harassment and glass ceilings... Keywords: MF TG Revision: $Revision: 1.5 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: corrective.x,v 1.5 2003/07/14 12:49:18 jcl Exp $