X-C Stories: Spoiled at Work Pt. 01

X-Change is a fictional pill which transforms the user's body and biological sex for a set duration of time.

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"You're doing this. Got it?"

Those were my dad's final words before he shipped me off to a torturous conference for "independent businesses". It's basically a gathering of middle-aged 'entrepreneurs' who want to spy on how their competitors are moving forwards. I couldn't imagine anything more dreadful but my dad has been relentlessly on my case recently. He's basically worried I'll amount to nothing in life, so he's desperate for me to get involved in his work.

What's worse is that he sent a babysitter with me - his business partner Marco Big.

We arrived on the Friday night and I quickly excused myself to my room; Mr. Big didn't seem to mind. I'm sure he wasn't particularly thrilled about being shipped off with his friend's lazy son either.

One, and possibly the only, good thing about this weekend, I thought to myself, was that I had access to a conference full of strangers who didn't know me and were likely as bored and horny as I was. At times like these, I loved to pack a bottle of X-Change and my set of expensive female clothing: dresses, skirts, lingerie etc.

My dirty little secret: I love to take X-Change pills and go on wild adventures - clubs, bars, raves; anything that takes me out of my boring life. My dad has no idea - of course he doesn't. He thinks I'm just off killing time with my friends... and sometimes I am. But it usually involves fucking said friends. Sometimes I take the pill, sometimes they do - sometimes we mix it up, sometimes we invite people over. People would judge us but it's really a fantastic way of living and being - so free and exhilarating.

I basically popped a pill as soon as I got into my room - I didn't want to waste any time. This weekend was going to be a nightmare so I wanted to squeeze out any small ounce of fun I could.

I showered, got dressed and put on my nicest make-up.

I smiled widely as I looked in the mirror, one last flick of the airbrush to complete my perfect look. My smooth, brown hair hung by my shoulders in a retro-style - with bangs. I liked trying out new looks every time I took the pill and I was really feeling this particular look right now. I felt sure the out-of-touch fellas of this conference would appreciate a more throwback look as well.

I adjusted my bra, my F-cup breasts looking irresistible in my low-cut, black dress which clung to my hourglass figure. X-Change has really come along from its early days. Now you can pretty much pick what you'll come out looking like, if you pay for the right pill of course. And one benefit of being a spoiled, good-for-nothing brat was that money was never an issue. So, I liked the idea of being a busty, irresistible woman just touching her 30s. It would be the perfect lure at this weekend.

I checked my maroon lipstick one last time, before heading out the door. I was finally feeling excited about my night of escape.

Except... it started off horrifically. When I got down to the bar and had a look around, everyone there was either old and decrepit or flat out ugly. The odd passable guys that approached me were all creepy and, after an hour of fruitless flirting, I was just about ready to give up.

"One more please," I indicated to the bartender, prepared to down my last drink and call it a night.

That's when a commanding voice from behind interjected, "It's on me." I knew I recognised that voice, and when I turned to see whose strong right hand slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the table, I saw the familiar face of Mr. Big.

He confidently sunk into the barstool beside me and looked me straight in the eye as he extended a hand towards me, "Marco Big... A pleasure." I'd never seen him in such a fine suit. It must have been tailored because it fit his body perfectly and showed off his muscular, toned limbs... and his bulging chest. I'd never even considered my dad's business partner as a person... or, you know, a person outside of work. He was just 'that guy'. That boring uncle figure everyone has to put up with in their lives.

He looked good, I had to admit, but I was sure he'd flounder and embarrass himself. He was so cringeworthy most of the time, I knew he'd never know how to talk to a woman. "Samantha," I said coyly, "but my friends call me Sam."

"So, should I consider myself a friend?" he asked with a grin.

"Not yet," I said, giving him an early test.

"Good," he calmly sipped his drink, "I'd rather be something else..."

I giggled and he smirked proudly. He was good. I wasn't expecting that.

The next fifteen minutes or so were much the same; we exchanged playfully comments, him making his intentions clear and me teasing him. I enjoyed seeing his lustful stare when I bent forwards and 'accidentally' gave him a good look of my cleavage.

We were playing that flirtation game - the back and forth, the repartee. Somehow his words and light touches kept compelling me to laugh or smile... or get turned on. Like, really turned on. I don't even know how it happened - maybe it was how bored I was, maybe it was the failed night up till now or maybe he was just a charming guy... but suddenly I was hungry for him. When he leaned over asked me if I wanted to have a drink in his room, I didn't even hesitate to press my lips into his ear and whisper back, "Lead on."

As he slid his key-card into his door, I wasn't even the slightest bit nervous. Right now, he was a different Mr. Big to the one I knew... and I was certainly not the same Sam. For my mind and for my moist pussy, he was a sexy stranger I had just picked up at the bar.

His coarse hands pulled me inside and we locked lips instantly as he pushed me against the back of the door. My hands urgently grabbed at his clothes and tore his shirt open, before pushing it off his shoulders along with his jacket. I could feel his hard cock bulging through his trouser and pushing against my crotch as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. He threw me down onto it, keeping our lips pressed together constantly.

In a flash of limbs, all of our clothes were on the floor and our naked bodies were grinding together with lust and desire, his dick now free and poking against my needy pussy. He pulled back and rubbed his cockhead against my pussy lips, making me moan in anticipation, while also giving me a chance to examine his delicious form. Underneath that fine suit, he was hiding the body of an athlete. Ripped, toned and defined from head to toe, veins pulsing everywhere, he made my pussy throb with excitement... and he was hung like a horse to top it all off.

"So now there's two reasons to call you Mr. Big," I said with a grin, biting my lower lip to stifle more moans.

He smirked proudly and chose to reply with actions rather than words, driving forwards to slide his thick member into my tight hole, spreading my inner walls easily. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss as he started bucking his hips, pounding me into the bed like a machine.

It didn't take long for me to have my first orgasm with his mighty meat filling me and his masculine frame bearing down on my busty body.

After I recovered from my orgasm, I quickly flipped him onto his back, pressing my hands into his chest and sinking my fingernails in as I started to bounce on his rock-solid cock.

"Mmmm somebody's eager," he said with a grin, as he grabbed my tits roughly and squeezed, trying to make my large mounds fit in his coarse grip and failing. When he pinched and tugged on my nipples I let out another loud groan, throwing my head back as my hips moved faster, oozing my pussy juices down his cock and coating his crotch. He started to slap my tits repeatedly, like a cat playing with a ball of yarn, making them sting with pleasure as they swayed side to side, hypnotically.

I was loving every movement of his body, each touch of his hands, each buck of his hips, so when he told me to spin around and show him that ass, I happily obliged. I leant forwards and bounced my ass up and down as skilfully as I could, using my abundant experience to try and make him succumb to me. None of my friends were this big but the practice they'd given me was invaluable right now...

Yet, it wasn't long before he took control again by grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down on top of him - my back lying flat on his chest. I instinctively lifted my legs back into the air and hooked an arm around the inside of my knees to keep them there, while he began to buck his hips up and slam his cock into me from below.

I watched his balls flail around as he grabbed my ass and started to spank me from underneath, leaving prints of his giant hands on my ample bottom and making it ripple. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum again!" I cried out in ecstasy, feeling his cock pulse inside me. He kissed his way up my spine and onto my neck till he reached the back of my ears and whispered "Where do you want my cum, gorgeous?"

There was only one place I wanted his seed right now. "Inside me, you magnificent beast!"

Suddenly his hands came up from underneath me - one sliding in between my legs to my clit, while the other wrapped around my neck. As he tightened his grip and began to choke me, I could feel his fingers rubbing my clit furiously, making me lose my mind and feel light-headed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I yelled out, "Oh my Gooooo- ".

I drifted mid-moan as his cock wiped my mind blank. When I felt his hot load shoot inside me I lost control and began cumming uncontrollably all over his shaft and the bed. He bit down on my shoulder and tensed, letting out a guttural grunt as he continued to slam me till every last drop of his semen was buried deep inside my pussy.

We both panted hard as his cock slid out of me, our chests rising and falling in unison as I lay on top of him still. I turned my head downwards and we both looked at each other with the widest, stupidest grins, mouths agape searching for air. We threw our tongues together as he lay me down on my side and spooned me, holding me tight in his arms till we kissed each other to sleep, slowly drifting away.

It was the most incredible night... even more so when, around 2 or 3 am, I was woken up by Mr. Big's tongue buried inside my pussy, swirling and thrashing inside me. His thumb rubbed my clit with the confidence of a skilled lover. I instantly wrapped my thighs around the back of his head and couldn't help but grind my cunt against his face like a horny slut. He reached a hand up and gripped my tits with brute force, molesting them to his will as he whispered against my labia, "That's it, princess..."

When he said that, it triggered a whole other layer of arousal for me. I loved being called that. I couldn't help but arch my back off the bed and squirm violently, cumming all over his tongue as I cried out "Yes, Daddy...!" I gripped his hair harshly by the roots and held on until my shaking stopped and my pussy came back down to earth.

But before I could compose myself properly, Mr. Big turned me onto my side and slipped his huge cock inside me again from behind. He spanked my ass hard as it became presented to him - prominently sticking out with my thighs resting on top of each other. I moaned each time he smacked my ass, giving him a look of pure pleasure when he rammed himself inside my depths over and over. I turned and reached a hand onto his chest, clawing at it hard with my nails. He winced and responded by grabbing my neck again, making me light of breath.

"Are you going to cum for daddy, gorgeous?" he asked with a wicked grin while throttling me. All I could muster was a frantic nod. My mind and body were being thoroughly dominated by him... and I was loving every second of it.

Another few powerful thrusts and I was shot over the edge, my pussy spasming around his perfect cock. I could sense that my tightness was making him weak - the expression on his face giving it away. I clenched a little more and instantly his tip began erupting with another fiery load of hot white cum inside me. I took it with joy, enjoying the ecstasy I was feeling right now.

He groaned loudly as he made the last few thrusts, his cock still twitching for me. He grabbed my face and kissed me slowly. We could barely keep our eyes open, our tongues moving lazily - we were both clearly exhausted from our night of wild passion.

It wasn't long before we drifted back to sleep.

When we woke up the next morning, I could feel his hardness pressed against me. I licked my lips with relish - eager to go again.

But Mr. Big caught a sight of the clock, "Oh shit, I've got to be downstairs in 5 minutes!"

Technically I did too but I clearly cared about it a lot less than he did. "Stay with me," I whined needily, kissing his chest and wriggling on top of him.

"I would, princess, but I've got to show my business partner's son the ropes... It's important."

I felt kind of flattered that Mr. Big took his task so seriously. I'm not sure I'd take me seriously if I wasn't me... If that makes sense.

He kissed me softly, in a way that made me melt, and smiled, "You're not going to the conference?"

"Nah, I just come for the hot men," I replied cheekily, sliding off the bed and putting my panties on.

He smacked my ass and laughed, "Naughty thing..."

We made out a little bit more before I left for my room and he headed downstairs... which is when I realised that he was expecting me to be there. The 'real' me.

I scurried to my room, popped a reversing pill which cancels the effects of X-Change early and got ready as fast as I could.

I ran back downstairs to find Mr. Big anxiously waiting in the lobby, tapping the floor with his left foot.

"Where have you been!?" He asked, understandably annoyed.

"Sorry... I overslept." He looked at me with seriousness but right now, all I could picture was his bare, naked body... and his huge cock standing proud. A part of me just wanted to tell him then and there, 'It's me, Sam! Now let's go back to the room and fuck some more, you horny stud!' but I had no idea how he'd react to that.

In the past, when I've told people I was a guy on X-Change after we'd had sex they usually went one a few ways. Either they're fascinated by the idea and want to know more (which is how a lot of my friends were made), or they don't care and are just happy to fuck the female me... OR they react horribly badly and never want to see me again.

I didn't want Mr. Big to react in that last way, especially if he might tell my dad, so I decided to just stay quiet.

We rushed into the lecture room where the introductory talk was already underway. Mr. Big sat there paying full attention, taking notes on his laptop and nodding periodically... but all I could do was flash back to last night: riding him, him pounding me, eating me out, choking me, calling me his princess... I was sporting a boner for most of it and hoping he didn't notice. Not that he would know why I was so horny... how could he?

I really just could not concentrate on what was going on. I couldn't wait to get out of here and have him again.

END OF PART ONE.