“Please sir, just let me stay on! I’ll do anything, I can’t fail this internship! Not at this point!”

In the middle of a spacious office, a man grovelled on his knees in front of the wide frame of a solid maple desk, occupied by the bulky frame of a man glaring down at him from his position, flipping a pen in his hands as he leaned forward in his seat.

Just a few hours ago, the man prostrating himself on the floor had been an inch closer to a promotion as a fully fledged worker at the company. After months of hard work and boot licking as a lowly intern, he'd finally gotten the notice of the CEO himself. The proud founder of the banking firm he worked for himself, his hometown just so happened to house the main branch of the global powerhouse.

Bernard was a man with greater aspirations, pushing past sneering colleagues and back breaking work thrown at him so he could secure a good position for his upcoming life as an independent man after graduating from college..

Things had been going smooth so far, until one fine Friday afternoon when he received an angry phone call from his supervisor about an unauthorised loan that was linked to his name, leading to a hectic series of events with Bernard needing to face the man he’d never spoken to before and inform him that the loan he’d been granted earlier would need to be withdrawn, almost leading to a violent confrontation by the end of it.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, he had been called up by the section manager of the organization, a stern and cold voice calling him up to his office through the intercom. He couldn’t even be bothered by the snickers and jeers of his co-workers as he trudged up to the elevator doors, punching in the button for the 15th floor.

Normally, a lowly intern such as himself would never have had to visit the manager unless something incredibly important had come up. And as Bernard’s luck would have it, something had indeed cropped up, with him at the root of it all.

Fast forward to current events, and here Bernard lay, shamelessly bowed over on the floor after he’d been told his mistake had cost the company thousands and he was going to be fired on the spot. Begging for his position in the company, he didn’t care if he got demoted, he just wanted another chance to prove himself again, not willing to drop out after coming this far in such a short amount of time.

“Anything…you say? Hmm…”

Bernard kept his eyes shut and his head pointed downwards as he heard the man muse over his words, before a deep chuckle broke the momentary silence that ensued as the man barked at him to get up, not wasting a second as he scrambled to his feet.

“Before we proceed…you’re sure of this? You’ll really do anything necessary to secure a place here at this prestigious company of ours?”

Bernard squinted as he pondered the man’s words, an itch at the back of his mind telling him to call it quits. But the greater issue in front of him had forced his hand, he couldn’t back down just because of some manager trying to intimidate him, his college reputation and livelihood hung in the balance here! Taking a breath, Bernard gave his answer with a faux air of confidence, the manager’s keen eyes seeing right through him.

“I am!”

Still standing at attention, Bernard watched as the manager shot him a smile of approval, the beaming grin looking off on his grim, stiff features, before a hand reached up from beneath the table, a peculiar remote in hand aimed straight at him with a singular button on its smooth matte surface.

Without another word, the thumb hovering over the button came down swiftly before its target had a chance to react, blinding the young man in a brilliant white light that lasted for only a second.

To Bernard however, it all seemed to happen in slow motion as his eyes were blinded by the flash, his lashes lengthening as a light layer of makeup spread itself over his shifting face as his lips turned vibrant and peachy alongside his now spotless cheeks, a lovely set of moles appearing under his mouth and eye while his formerly dull black crop of hair exploded into a long, well kept mane of dark maroon-brown, flowing down his back and over his brow. His ears shrinking while a set of golden earrings snapped themselves into place around the soft lobes.

Soon, Bernard’s face no longer resembled the former young American man, instead looking like that of a woman in her prime. But that wouldn’t last for long as his neck cracked and reshaped itself along with the rest of the bones in his body, his Adam’s Apple vanishing entirely as a womanly groan escaped his soft lips.

Never one to work out too much, the changes sped up as fat and flesh filled in his lean frame, his blocky torso soon becoming plump and curvaceous as a result of his body conforming to the new head that adorned it; shoulders becoming small and rounded, arms slender and lean, hips now wide and begging to be grabbed ahold of, a lean curvy spine that emphasized a bountiful bust and peachy ass.

Bernard was no longer recognizable at this point as his legs pumped up with firm flesh and jiggly fat, the bony limbs soon rubbing up against each other as his thighs became thick drumsticks, making it hard to walk as his clothes reformed into more fitting attire, giving his new body room to breathe for a second before wrapping up tight against his new buxom body; his white top remaining relatively unchanged (save for being semi-transparent now) while his jeans scurried up his legs into a form fitting pencil skirt, revealing the lithe, curvy delicacy beneath wrapped up in soft, hairless skin before his socks warped themselves into a transparent set of stockings that connected with his new set of lacy lingerie, exposed to the world even as he stood thanks to the ridiculously short skirt he’d been given, his polished boots compacting themselves around his smaller feet into a fancy set of high heels.

Through the slowed down motions of his transformation, Bernard’s eyes widened as he felt his manhood twitch in defiance before instantly being devoured by the slit that had grown in between his plump legs, feeling the erect member slide past his thighs and into a wet hole crowned with a neat bush of soft, maroon hair that led into a warm haven now nestled snugly in her soft, plump belly as the new, heaving set of breasts finished ballooning outwards, stretching the thin fabric of both her top and the new E-Cup bra that had formed to support the jiggling weights, a third beauty mark forming on her right breast.

Within a second, Bernard had been transformed from a young college student in his early twenties into a smoking hot woman whose looks belied her true age, her body showing signs of it with how saggy her tits were alongside the laugh lines barely hidden by her skilled application of makeup.

As her transformation finished, Bernard landed backwards onto her soft rear on a chair that she had been provided with earlier with a soft, feminine yelp of surprise, looking up in a daze at the man smiling at her as he put the remote in his hand down on the table, admiring the work of art in front of him.

“Oh dear…what did you do to me sir?”

Bernard cupped a dainty hand over her mouth, surprised that the airy, mature woman’s voice was coming from her own lips, refusing to believe the massive funbags on her chest were real, even as she could feel how sore they were as the soft, sensitive flesh rubbed against her arms.

And the way she spoke sounded like some worried mother speaking to her superiors at work, which she technically was at the moment.

She blushed as she felt a slight tingling in her groin, the sight of her own heaving breasts and curvy body pressed up tight against her clothes sending a pang of arousal through her. At least she still had her mind intact, despite the way she now looked, Bernard was still the same college boy on the inside.

Focused on her new body, Bernard’s attention drifted away as her manager eyed the woman before him, a finger drifting over to the remote before tapping the button once more.

“How do you feel, Berny? Anything wrong with your new self?”

As if an invisible auto-pilot switch had been flicked, Bernard’s mind clouded over as she sat up straight before shooting the man in front of her a bright smile, playing with her tits in both hands as the pleasure made her wince, a rosy haze on her face as her brown eyes lulled over with lust burning in them. Thoughts of wondering what the heck had happened were replaced with eager daydreams of pleasing the man in front of her as his loyal secretary, sticking out her chest and nudging them with her slender fingers like a present while making sure to keep her legs slightly spread to keep a small window to her crotch visible as the man shifted in his seat, clearly turned on by the act.

“Totally fine dear! How about you and I have some fun, hm? the day’s almost over isnt it?”

As the man’s finger hit the switch again however, Bernard’s mind came back to her, the fog in her mind lifting as she immediately dropped her arms back down to her sides, the lust filled look she was giving her manager fading away into shock as she gazed back at him in terror.

“W-What was all that? What did you do to me?”

Chuckling, the manager sat back into his chair as he folded a leg over the other, a hand playing with the remote while his gaze remained locked onto Bernard’s face.

“You said you’d be willing to do anything to get a job in this place right? So, I'm giving you your chance. Back at your table, you’ll find a nice new stack of papers ready for processing. Do that, and report back to me by the end of the day successfully? You’ll have your name cleared and the chance to land yourself a nice, new position here. Now get moving…and stop looking so scared of me, there's others who aren’t as merciful as I am…”

Without another word, Bernard stood up immediately from the chair before scurrying out of the room, not bothering to listen to the ‘what-if’ terms of failure to do the job, leaving her scary manager alone as he chuckled once more before rotating his chair to face out through the panoramic view of the city streets, wondering what would become of the poor intern by the end of the day as he eyed the third individual stepping out of the side room as Bernard made her exit..

–

Bernard sighed as she slumped back over her desk at the 5th floor, true to his words, Bernard had returned to find a neatly stacked pile of papers by her desk. Looking at the clock, there were less than 3 hours remaining till the end of the day, she had no time to waste pondering over what the heck that manager had done to her with that device of his. Did the CEO himself know what was going on?

At least she had confidence in her speed, from the looks of things, these were things she’d done multiple times already in the past so it should be a cinch!

“You’ve got this Berny! Just a few paper’s is all…”

She still couldn’t get used to her new speech patterns at all. Despite her inner self remaining more or less her old self, she spoke in a motherly fashion, being extra peppy with her words. She had to wonder what the manager had said about “the others” who weren’t as kind as he was. The thought of someone taking full control over her sent shivers down her spine. Throwing aside those thoughts, Bernard committed herself to her work, confident in her ability to get through this and return to being a man again.

Before she knew it, two hours had come and gone, smiling to herself as she flipped through the last piece of paper, working on the last few sentences before a shadow came over her, a familiar face coming into view as the man leaned over her workstation.

It was Jerry, her rival from another school that had arrived here as an intern much like she had. The two never saw eye to eye when they first met, the passive Bernard unable to accept the aggressive Jerry who saw everything as one big competition to win.

Thank god he had no way to recognize her under her feminine shell, she sighed as she looked up at his creepy face, leering down at her with his gaze clearly glued to the melons resting on the table.

“I-Is there anything i can do for you, sir? I’m terribly busy so-”

In one swift motion, Jerry knocked over the pile of papers neatly stacked up by the woman’s side, moving over to block her as she scrambled to clean up the mess.

“Drop the act Bern! Gotta say I like what the boss did to pretty you up…but I like my girls young y’know what i mean?”

By the time Bernard had noticed the remote clenched tight in his hands, it was too late for her to do anything as she was engulfed in yet another flash of light, her body tingling with that familiar sensation of change as she began to transform once more.

This time however, the changes seemed focus on regressing the busty lady into a younger form as her body shrank down, regaining its vitality as her plump, saggy breasts became firm, yet soft pillows, tipped with fat pink nipples that glistened in the sunlight as the black bra top shrank down further into a frilly, pink top that barely hid them from view, struggling to do their job as her tits pushed against them, the beauty mark on her tit and face vanishing, leaving one last one below her emerald green eyes.

Moaning as she felt her face shift, Bernard sighed as she lay down fully in her chair, letting the changes wash over her, a carnal lust burning throughout her body as her tormentor looked down in triumphant at her, his thumb constantly pressing down the button as he sent multiple changes rocking through the rapidly changing woman; smoother, more sensitive skin that shone with a youthful hue, a smaller body contrasted with her heaving assets that was both firm and supple to the touch, a short bob cut head of vibrant orange-brown hair that framed a cute seductive face and most importantly, a tight, warm snatch between her legs shaved clean. Just the way Jerry liked it.

Where there was an older woman a few seconds ago, there now sat a girl young enough to be considered her daughter, panting and moaning as her body continued to be rocked by orgasmic bliss. Despite the setback, she could still turn things around, waiting for her chance as Jerry began to let his guard down, the hand holding the remote drawing ever closer towards her waiting arms as he made his move.

As a brown shirt finished forming over Bernard’s chest along with a lanyard containing an identification card scrawled over with her new personal information. Bernard lunged upwards as she saw Jerry close in, hoping to snatch the remote from his hands.

Severely underestimating his speed and forgetting she now had the body of a young girl that had never worked out in her life, Bernard was forced back into her seat as Jerry’s rough hand grabbed a handful of breast meat roughly, forcing a yelp of pain out of her as his thumb pushed down on the button one last time, the same fog from a few hours ago returning as it dulled Bernard’s senses, a giddy cloud of elation soon taking precedence over her despair about being interrupted at doing her job and reaching the deadline. Giggling as her eyes went over her body, eyeing the hand of her mentor currently wrapped hard around her right tit as he gazed down at her with a huge smile, her lovestruck face returning the favour with a sloppy kiss as his hand groped and teased her breast, the former office worker giggling and moaning happily into her lover’s mouth as their tongues intertwined.

Unlike the manager before him, Jerry had been ruthless in his changes with Bernard, the former man no longer having any recollection of ever having been a male, much less a college senior. In this new persona, she was Delilah, a not-so-bright ditz of a girl that had been shoved into some random company for her first internship as her college tried to get rid of the sex crazed girl who was already on the verge of dropping out.

Thankfully, she had a hunk of a senior to help her out. He was such a sweet man, offering to file and complete her reports. Of course, she didn’t have him working for free. Whenever the two felt the need, they would vanish from the office, sneaking off somewhere to have some frisky, fun time together.

In short, Bernard had gone from an accomplished business student to a sex-addled girl who could care less about studies, her mind focused on the latest fashion trends and her boyfriend; Jerry.

Parting from their kiss, Delilah leaned back in her chair as she gazed back at Jerry with love in her eyes, playing with a pencil in her hands along with a clipboard as she raised her legs, hiking up her skirt to reveal the dripping wet spot on the twitching cameltoe between her plump thighs. A large damp spot growing out from underneath her as her fluids seeped into the chair; a sign that she was more than ready to receive her stud’s cock inside of her. It had already been a few minutes past closing hour so the couple had the office to themselves.

Unbeknownst to the pair, the manager watched the steamy scene unfold from his office as he watched his new understudy tear a hole in her stockings and panties before thrusting into her as her sweet voice rang out loud in ecstasy.

It had been a good idea to enlist the help of Jerry. Snickering at how the former Bernard had fallen for the obvious bait. There was no way he was going to hire that troublesome fool, much less make it a breeze to escape punishment. He should’ve just walked out with his manhood intact.

As he watched Jerry empty his load into the mindless whore lying sprawled out across the chair, he wondered how ‘Delilah’ would do as the office's new stress relief toy…

–

Awakening from what felt like a terrible night of sleep, Bernard shook her head as she gazed back at a familiar face looking at him from the opposite end of the room, a remote in his hand pointed right at her as she felt the last tingles fade from her body.

“Hey Bern, boss is lookin’ for ya, get your sweet ass up to his office now!”

With an annoyed look on her face, she let go of the man’s snapped lanyard in her hands. Clicking her tongue as she strode past him, the annoying one eyeing her swaying ass as she passed him by for the corridor, keeping the rage of having her fun time interrupted inside of her chest.

Making sure the woman was out of hearing range, the man approached the other who was busy reconnecting his lanyard together, a disgruntled look on his face.

“What the heck was that Leon? You never told me you were an M!”

Looking away in embarrassment, the man that was about to be assaulted blushed as he pocketed the remote lying by the table top, annoyed that his fun time with the office sex pet had been interrupted.

It had been a few months since their manager had introduced these remotes to certain individuals in the office alongside a ‘doll’ he had hotwired to the remotes. Whatever the user imagined their ideal woman to be as they pressed down on the single red button would be channelled through it, causing the doll to take on the exact look, personality and mannerisms of their dream girl.

The doll in question, went by many identities as she made the rounds in the office. Leon for instance, called her Lydia, a Mexican dominatrix, his friend Benjamin, preferring her to be an exotic woman from another country known as Indra while the man beside him would rather her be a ditzy young intern named Delilah. He remembered when he was still a scrawny intern. Now? He was on his way to becoming an executive in the company.

Looking up at Jerry, Leon asked what he called her back there, finding it unusual for him to be shifting the doll into a different form from the hot young brunette he usually busied himself with when he was off shift.

Smiling, Jerry gave a simple answer as he walked off back the way he came; “Just remembered someone is all! Call it a whim.”

–

Entering the office she remembered seeing all those months ago, Bernard stood to attention as her manager looked her over. Her mind racing with various emotions, rage, love, contempt, lust. It all boiled away in her head with a reigning hand telling her to remain still, that she shouldn’t move unless told to do so. She found it weird, but complied anyway.

After all, it was what she was best at after her many months working here.

Apparently, Jerry was right. It had only been two weeks ago when the manager had suggested to him to try and revert their pleasure doll back into her original identity as Bernard. Jerry had claimed the person known as Bernard was probably gone at this point, something he could see his point in as he eyed the female form of Bernard up and down, hints of his original male identity still there besides the obviously curvaceous female body. He could still see Indra’s ethnicity in his natural brown skin and exotic facial features alongside a mish mash of the other women the office grunts had managed to conjure up.

Bernard had probably been lost after having so many other identities and memories overlaid over him. This was the closest he’d ever get to seeing Bernard in the flesh again, a pity, he’d hoped to see him break down in tears or shout in anger after all those months of abuse as a handed out sex toy. Even now, she wasn’t fussing or glaring at him, a sign that all those layers of mental indoctrination consisting of submissiveness, domination and lust encoded into his very psyche.

The look he stared at him with wasn’t fear or lust, it was controlled and precise. A cold, dead stare that boiled between the need to dominate, the urge to throw herself at his feet and the hatred towards the man that had started it all…it was all a bit too much to withstand

Sighing, the man hit the button on the remote, covering the murky mess that was Bernard up as his preferred woman washed over her, body growing taller, breasts plumping up, legs thickening, clothes shifting, skin tone lightening.

Soon, the secretary he’d grown so used to seeing; Isla, sat by her desk, her curvy rump peeking out from her incredibly short skirt as she ran a manicured hand over her shirt, popping buttons and letting her tits hang free as she beckoned him towards her, a cold look in her eyes as if she resented the very act of displaying herself for him as he approached her.

“Let's get titfuck over with…tch! Had better remember Isla being paid to do this for you!”

He felt himself grow hard as he heard her spit the words out in her heavily accented, russian voice. The click of her tongue only made the bulge in his pants bigger as he laid eyes on her snow white skin and soft rosy lips, curved at the corners into a sneer of disgust and contempt.

Forever warped into a doll for the horny men of the company to use as a template for their ideal women, Bernard would forever spend his days living as one of the many women that slept with or accompanied each male worker, improving company morale while having his internship listed as a massive success despite his disappearance…which would never go resolved in the many years ahead…

THE END