Had to modify and move the Beast Boy being milked caption to subscribers only due to a moderation violation, so figured I'd upload this to replace that one. Was a bit of a rush job,so apologies for the spelling errors.<br /><br />--------------------------<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;It was Bring Your Father To Work Day. Dennis tiptoed nervously into the office, his heart pounding beneath his silicone augmented chest. The day had been sold as a playful spin on Bring Your Daughter To Work Day but, the moment he'd agreed to it, things had escalated. In his son's own words, "there's no position for men in my company."<br /> So now here he was, after weeks of cosmetic procedures, transformed into his son's beautiful secretary. As he walked through the office, the sharp click-clack of his heels resonating, apprehension swirled within him.<br /> "No position for men," Ethan had said, and yet the desks were staffed with men and their fathers. Dennis felt their gazes linger on his engorged backside, and licked his lips anxiously, tasting the thick wax painted over his saline-filled lips.&nbsp;<br /> It was a long walk to the CEO's corner office. Every step was a humiliation, the alien, stimulating sensation of his thighs rubbing together, unobstructed by his excised cock.<br /> Ethan, his son and CEO, reclined smugly in his leather chair, regarding him approvingly. His eyes roamed over Dennis' transformed appearance, feasting on the sight of every alteration, lingering on the taut skin of the plump breasts that quivered in their lacey cups long after his father stumbled to a halt in his heels. They stared so long and so brazenly at the upper thighs that Dennis subconsciously tugged down at the hem of his skirt, protective of the feminine opening newly crafted there.<br /> "Denise, you look ravishing," Ethan sniggered. "You don't mind me calling you Denise, do you." It wasn't a question, merely a statement of act. "Those surgeons are miracle workers."<br /> Dennis blushed at the compliment, an odd sense of pride mingling with his shame. He'd selected a tailored skirt suit in a stylish shade, accentuating his new feminine hips. Every aspect of his appearance, from the carefully applied makeup to the flowing locks of his styled hair, contributed to the painstakingly crafted illusion of his son's secretary.<br /> The clothes had all been chosen before the surgery and, upon waking, he'd discovered certain liberties had been taken during his transformation, far above and beyond the minor facelift he'd requested.<br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;Somehow his son had some sway over the surgeon, and at his suggestion, his sedated father had been blessed with a spectacular set of implants, such that they left the lace bra straining valiantly around his grotesquely feminized breasts, the skirt skintight over his meaty rump. The weight of the breasts were already making the muscles of his lower back ache, and the thought of the long workday ahead filled him with dread.<br /> He lowered his gaze to hide his blush. "Thank you, Ethan. A secretary has to look good for her boss, doesn't she?" he tittered nervously, trying to hide his humiliation with a light hearted joke. Yet his son didn't appear to notice the humour. He merely nodded curtly.<br /> "Of course she should. And I've something special to help you with that, Denise." He retrieved a gift box, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. With a sense of anticipation, he opened it to reveal. There lay a thick gold chain adorned with a precious gemstone.<br /> "A pretty thing for a pretty thing," he winked deserves a token of my appreciation. After all, you've put so much effort into this transformation."<br /> Dennis' eyes widened as the exquisite jewellery shimmered under the office lights as Ethan lifted it. Striding forward, he undid the clasp. "Wa-wait!" Dennis blurted, sensing this offering was crossing some unspoken line. Sensing that there might be the expectation of returning the gesture with some future payment. But it was too late. Ethan drew the necklace around his slender neck, draping it between his tits. "This is... this is unexpected," Dennis gasped. "How much did this cost?!"<br /> Ethan smiled, his eyes twinkling as they fixed on the jewel nestled deep within the valley of his father's cleavage. "Not half as much as those," he winked, nodding at the silicone mounds. "You've gone through so much to become the secretary I envisioned. Consider this just the beginning." Ethan laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "You didn't think I'd let my perfect secretary go so easily, did you?"<br /> Unease welled up within Dennis as he processed those words. 'The beginning?' But it was just for one day... wasn't it?!<br /> The realization that his son expected him to continue in this role sent a chill down his spine. The gold necklace weighed heavily on his softened flesh like prison chains, the raw, butchered flesh of his augmented breasts aching beneath the unwanted touch.