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TG Story ~ Raise Executed
🕑 Added 2025-08-02 09:24:26 +0000 UTCEverything has been going exceptionally splendid in the last few days for Eli: the debts were closed shut, his cooking skills took a decent step forward, and, most importantly, he finally shaved last night despite promising himself three months ago to grow out a thick, well-maintained beard(obviously, only the growing part came to fruition). But, like the many other things in life, the balance had to be insured. Among the delicate wines stood a single barrel of grape juice - the man’s salary, also the reason why he even got into debts in the first place. You see, his boss Merlon - an actual definition of a rich playboy - charming in all the right and wrong ways imaginable, the most forgiving director one could ask for, but not without obvious downsides. Them being that he had favourites, so, it goes without mentioning that Eli was not one of them. No pretty boobs or plump ass to offer at nights, too far from flirting material, and, by a large mile, the staple of an average-looking man, so even in his niche there could be no success. On the other hand, they probably also had zero understanding of what computer science was even about. As such, all the higher-paid employees of their office were women, whether they were attractive or not so much. At least to him.
“Sweet morning, Alice,” Merlon spoke before delivering a tight slap against his co-worker’s rear. “Have gotten new tights just for me, hm?~”
“Tee-hee, oh, I would never!” the woman nonchalantly sipped on the plastic cup of her coffee as her boss let go of her body.
“Hmph, I am inclined to believe you this time,” he slid away as quickly as he emerged out of nowhere in search of something to feed his ego.
At times like these, the only thing Eli wanted was to slap that dirtbag of a man who let himself do a bit too much. He couldn’t help but wonder why these women even let themselves be treated like that? Surely, they couldn’t be into it and a pretty paycheck was not worth being degraded every night into nothing more than an obedient slut? It was frustrating seeing how much they played along. Either these girls were out of their mind or Merlon was too stupid to comprehend how much he was used. Wait, wouldn't that make him stupid too?...
He really should just get to work while there's some will to continue for now. Not to mention, in the last couple of days he somewhat ditched the main website their company has been working on in favour of his own, private, more selfish project that could possibly help him achieve Merlon’s attention.
“Hey, Eli, what’s up?”
“Huh? Oh, good morning, sir…”
Much to his surprise, Eli didn’t notice the moment his boss slipped into his small workspace, lightly slapping his shoulder. With a dismissive smile, Merlon occupied the edge of his desk:
“Anything new?”
“Oh, I believe.. not much, aside from the same old hotfixes and all that jazz…” Eli muttered the first thing that came to his mind.
“Ah, really? So,” the boss smacked his tongue against his front teeth. “Nothing. You did nothing. Am I right?”
“I do my best, sir,” Eli argued defensively. “Just give me time.”
“How much? I can’t give you chances all the time, you know that too.”
“Sir, I am one of the only four people in this company who actually tries to make something out of this project-,” the man had to cut himself off before he let his emotions get better off him.
“Listen, I care only about results and you have to work better than only with your mouth.”
The anger boiled in Eli’s body, but no response came in return, forcing the unpleasant steam to just magically vanish in the air as the frustration lingered for a bit.
“I will be waiting for something productive from you. Until tomorrow,” with this warning, the director of the company finally left the room, not even daring to close the door behind himself as he drifted away to his private chambers.
“Productive, he says…” Eli muttered in spite.
That's it. It was the final nail in the coffin - sixth one at that point, actually, but today was definitely the one that put an end to the man’s patience! Eli reached out for his pocket, flipping a black flash drive out and toying with it for a short moment as a prelude to inserting it right into the office computer. As outdated as these were, it quickly recognised an alien trinket resting inside with a quiet “blip” sound.
There, on the pocket drive, in a small folder rested a peculiar software, though Eli did not bother to give it a proper name yet.
‘’Enabler’ would be a good one,’ the man pushed his lips forward as he silently brainstormed.
His hand, however, quickly moved away from the glorified text on blue background saying “Execute”. The masterpiece he created did not exist to be booted on every computer as if it was your regular solitaire everyone and their mother had played at least once in their life when there was no Wi-Fi connection. Oh no, this project was personal, even selfish in a way. Yet Eli took great pride in it. Hours spent on coding it wouldn't go in vain and he would need Merlon to see it first-hand.
This might have been the longest day in Eli’s entire life. The anticipation, the excitement as he walked into Merlon's empty room whilst he was making himself a third cup of coffee… nothing could compare to that. The man slowly walked closer to his boss’ computer, his shaky hands nearly betraying him as they struggled to find the available contour for the USB drive. Eventually, the oh-so-familiar sound of the digital relic being inserted into the system rang. It was too loud, as it turned out that Merlon had his volume turned to maximum. The boss quickly responded to the source of the sound that came from his room by turning his head into its direction, but only to find his room being dead empty. That didn't stop him from cautiously walking back into it with suspiciously bridged eyebrows.
‘Damn it!’ Eli thought to himself as he hid underneath the director’s desk, trying to hold the breath in his tightened chest.
The man’s body turned tense while watching Merlon walking in to inspect the monitor, on which now floated an opened folder with a single executable file in it vigorously named as “Enabler”. But, surprisingly enough, he did not think even twice before double clicking on the icon that showed an arrow penetrating a circle. Ugh, he could see the ugly bulge just a few inches away from him, but turning his spine into a humorous curve was probably the only way he could attempt at hiding. The program was not supposed to work like a virus or any malicious software of sorts - it took the data about the owner of the profile and “recoded” it in real time based on the parameters inside the program itself. What parameters? Well..
“Huh..” Merlon opened his eyes wider as a new image flashed on his screen, resembling something that looked either like a poor man’s character creator menu.
Calling that customisation would be a stretch, as it didn't even provide the man with the look of his character - only the available options in the shape of floating boxes with text instead of direct input. Eli coded these so that he could experiment with the female director’s look anytime. The choice of Merlon was a cliché one - perfect hourglass figure, big emphasis on thighs, submissive personality, long dark hair, and red eyes - somehow so much and yet hardly anything at the same time.
Eli couldn't understand whether he was nervous or excited, as all he could do was imagine how quickly the situation would flip itself upside down once his boss clicks the glorious “Connect” button - this one being under a stock vector image of a computer. But as that pop-up showed up on Merlon’s face, he hesitated for a second.
“Hmm?..” for some reason, the image of a lengthy arrow piercing the computer caught him off-guard. “That’s not right.”
What had to be one click to execution turned out to be dozens of. Eli kept holding his breath as he hid underneath the wooden table, wondering if Merlon simply closed the application and returned to his work. One thing the man knew for sure: he probably just screwed up in a royal fashion. Now he had to only think of the other options for him to rely on once he eventually gets fired in the stupidest way imaginable.
But that was until a familiar blipping sound filled the room upon Merlon pushing the weight of his index finger into the “Enter” button. Eli couldn't not recognize this sound specifically, as it was the only jingle Enabler had used. Could it be that Merlon finally gave in to curiosity? At least he looked pretty unsatisfied with how he leaned against the back of the chair and, with a heaved sigh, exited the room once again.
‘I still can get away!..’ Eli cherished himself, excitedly rubbing the cock of his growing erection hiding behind his tight jeans and already imagining how he’s going to take Merlon’s female self.
Weirdly enough, today the same jeans seemed much more tight than usual. It was obviously not the only odd thing about it all - next thing Eli felt was his shoulders narrowing as the fatigue took over, making his muscles nearly irresponsive to any of his movement. At first, he tried ignoring it, but the moment his waist snapped inwards, pushing the fat gathered here into his lower parts so fast that his new, bubble-shaped ass immediately peered and ripped the backside of his jeans. If it already jiggled like a marshmallow between somebody’s fingers, Eli was scared to imagine how it would react to actually being slapped. It was far from over though - a few less prominent clicks made the waistline even thinner and the thighs even more ridiculously big in comparison.
“H-Huh?! What is happening?!” finally, Eli started realizing that something was not going as planned.
The man quickly got up to look at the screen of the computer to find a shocking revelation: Merlon logged into his profile before agreeing to execute the problem. Merlon was not becoming his little bitch, he was becoming said bitch instead!
“Oh, n-no! Not me!”
As the woman-to-be shrank in their actual height, it was compensated by the cheap shoes bought in a local store extending from the bottom, piercing the floor with high heels they were turning into. With a literal blink of an eye, they could see their formerly dull green eyes turning almost unnaturally red in the reflection of the monitor. Small sparkles ran slightly above their skin as hundreds of layers on their denim jeans started ripping apart and dissolving to form a really thin, borderline transparent toeless pantyhose - and even it struggled to fully contain the round, tempting butt of theirs. The contour of the muscles of their once strong legs relaxed and disappeared to remind them that these were now slender legs of a woman.
“B-Black, uh~..” this was the color of their neatly trimmed nails on both toes and hands.
Even sweat now felt like it was burning the skin, but Eli, their mind now hazy and feeble, stopped fighting the transformation back. It was a part of their brains being reprogrammed into something more submissive.
“Ahhh.. Here~..” the transforming woman moaned out when a light jolt rode up her throat and turned her voice high-pitched.
A chaotic array of pinches assaulted her face, deforming the skin one bit by bit until the once flat chin sharpened up with an essence of femininity. Eli had to shut her eyes tight when the pulling sensations applied some gentle make-up on her eyelashes and plumper lips. Then came the pressure in her hair as the once-short strands started extending, lengthening in such rapid pace that the sudden nausea from the ongoing transformation nearly made Eli think it took just a millisecond for her short hair to start tickling the outline of her new ass. Before the new stage approached, the woman caught a glimpse of her reflection once again. It was painful to admit, but.. she was cute, pretty even. If it wasn’t for the approaching heat in her chest, she would’ve probably kept staring at herself for the next few minutes.
“A-ah, don’t.. grow.. so.. Gruuaghhhh!~”
Eli couldn’t prevent herself from moaning as the pulse in her chest area increased - as if there was a sphere of air that kept inhaling new life into citrus fruits forming gradually, slowly, teasingly. With struggling pushes, they perked forward until the woman couldn’t even fit them in her hands anymore. An involuntary hum followed the strange sensations as one of the buttons - actually, two of them - stopped resisting and popped out and fled in different directions. Great, now the necktie firmly rested between her two breasts while their nipples got sore, erect, attention-seeking even underneath the jacket, which, unbeknownst to Eli herself, also had an undersized laced bra hidden inside.
“My.. boob-ies..~” she licked her lips with a strange pride of her assets that flooded her head.
The slit on her chest was prominent enough to be a hole of its own, but staring at it was not an option - not when there was still one more issue to take care of. The bulge of her pantyhose itched, the balls turned dry and, in another sequence of light pinches, slowly merged with the groin, unzipping immediately after in a shape of perfect, hairless vagina. There went her cock too, albeit it resisted the effects much, much longer. It tried to remain erect for too long as the whispers of transformation only kept pulling it in with ticklish sensations on the tip becoming more prominent every single time it pulsed.
“Nggghhhhh… No-aahhhhh!~”
At that point on, Eli had lost all the power she could hold over her body and, with the loss of her masculine strength and abs, her dick-clit immediately shrank and slipped on top of her soaked pussy as its pathetic attempts at trying to fight back were multiplied by zero in a span of only two seconds. The pulsing sensation in the woman’s groin remained, but she kept her hands to herself, no matter how captivating and tempting the thought of touching herself was. No! She needed to hold on to her true self. She is a man, she is..!
“I am... I need.. Mrhhh..~”
Though she couldn’t offer herself the luxury of touching herself, she still rubbed her thick thighs while her brain ordered clearly and loudly: “You are not a man anymore. You are a woman. Your soul belongs to a woman’s body”. Eli bit her lips, the images of her pussy being rubbed and cherished by someone pushing the need for ecstatic session to the levels never seen before. Someone had to be there.. to touch her boobs, to put her on their lap, to finger her. Oh, how fucking horny it was making her…
“Ah, well, I suspected~.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a man entering the room, it was her boss. In fact, she did not even notice him until he spoke, sipping on his coffee while his admiring gaze caressed her curves. How much had he seen…?
“H-Hello,” Eli spoke, shamefully bringing her hand back to her chin.
“Heh, I thought you were just jealous of me…” Merlon stepped closer and circled around her. “But it seems you were jealous for me, hm? Ah, don't worry. You might receive a raise if you are a good girl for me for a bit~.”
Eli’s heart started beating faster, her entire body tensed up and remained still until… Her boss took a handful of her fleshy ass, squeezing it thoroughly like the master of groping he was. Would she resist? Of course not, even if he simply touched her with his fingernail it would be more than enough to make her submit with the way her brain was reworked. The man’s lips quickly found their way to the submissive woman’s neck, the trail of kisses quickly turning into gentle nibbles with hickeys.
“A-Ah.. So, so..~” she moaned, her body instinctively leaning closer to her boss.
“What is it? Somebody’s needy?~”
Before Eli could even realize it, her body spun around and she was now sitting on the desk, kneecaps touching and a glimpse of her panties covered by her fingers trailing over the wet pussy. Though Merlon still kept his hands to himself, she couldn't anticipate his touch more. And it couldn't be clearer when she looked at him like a puppy begging to be taken for a walk.
“Please.. Don't tease, ah-” she murmured.
“As you ask, sweetheart."
The sequence felt too surreal for her to process as Merlon leaned in and wrapped his lips around hers, as if trying to suck the live force from her soaked mouth that was not much different from her bottom lips she desperately resisted to play with. Her breasts, on the other hand(Merlon’s hand), received perhaps a little too much attention when they spilled out of her bra and jacket so swiftly that these could've as well been absent all that time.
The kiss carried them both on the desk, forcing Eli to want more and more of this while she wrapped her arms around her boss’ stronger body. She could clearly feel how his bulge pleaded for her blooming entrance underneath, how its cloth rubbed the same way against her pantyhose and how she only played along by rocking her hips back and forth to stimulate the already erect cock. Despite not remembering how big her own used to be, she was more than sure Merlon’s would put it to shame. Her pussy drooled from the sight of Merlon riding his hand alongside the contour of his penis, revealing a throbbing, anticipating head.
‘No use to resist.. I want this~..’ Eli brushed the remains of her masculine self from her head for now, pushing her body forward and riding it back whenever she felt her clit getting teasingly rubbed against the dripping erection before her.
Merlon licked his lips as he spread her legs and started moving in the same gradual pace, the friction of their genitals touching being used as a fuel for their stunted groans and moans.
“Argh..”
“Mhh.. I will take care of it~..”
Without any further preludes, the boss pushed himself in, immediately opening the pussy of the woman to enter her.
“Ouughhhh!~” Eli moaned out loud, biting her lip as she felt slight tingles in her private area from how her sensitive folds wrapped around cock to milk it dry.
They started slow at first, but each thrust, each sharp tingle and stomp Merlon did only drove her even crazier, only made her want it more. Sex was supposed to feel hot, yet Eli couldn’t understand why - one second she was burning with sexual heat and the other all her erogenous zones were freezing in response to being triggered by the man squeezing her breasts or grinding his cock underneath her sensitive clitoris.
“Ah-ah, f-fuck me harder…~” she moaned out before their lips met again.
In a deepened dance of their tongues on each other’s mouths, she shared her moans from the increasing rhythm of each hit time Merlon’s balls slapped against her vagina. These moments were short-living, yet lasting enough for her to gasp in response to the breeze riding up her clenched walls and dissolving in the emptiness of her yet-to-be-filled womb. She was such a good girl.. She knew she was. Maybe she wished it wasn’t quite as good, maybe for her the image of Merlon’s thick sweating torso was just another temporary turn-on, but, frankly, her body did not reject it. In fact, it only embraced it when she started kissing her boss’ chest, the light lipstick leaving surprisingly visible trails. She would find it a bit cute how curved her spine was in that pose, but she was too into the feast of pleasure of getting her pussy mercilessly pounded and having her mouth constantly brought back for another hunger-driven kiss.
“Mh! Mh! Mh!~” her thighs jiggled with each stomp followed by a shy moan with sloshing juices. ‘Being fucked as a woman shouldn’t feel this good…’
In desperate attempts at trying to convince herself she still had something masculine about herself, she kept saying this over and over in her head.. Only to be reminded by thrust after thrust that she was not a man anymore. If she really was, her body wouldn’t react to all this quite as much and her pussy wouldn’t be begging for more the more her nipples were sucked on or pinched; her thighs wouldn’t wrap themselves around the man’s pelvis just to bring him and his cock closer until it was completely buried in her fleshy curtains. These slick fluids inside her were the only reason she kept going - she knew she had to push both herself and her lover to the peak of pleasure. Rocking her thighs once again, she squeezed Merlon’s balls, seeing his immediate reaction and the way he accelerated himself. God, if someone gave her a leash right now, she would probably gladly wrap it around her neck and bark for release. Though, now that she had thought about it, it wasn’t needed that much…
“YES! YES! FUCKKKK ME! OH MY GOOOD!~” she groaned out loud, squeezing her own breasts together.
“There..! I’m almost there…” Merlon cooed gently, his whispers sounding like a chanting, hypnotic melody in her ears.
Something was blooming inside of Eli, and it was not only her womb that accepted the cock with so much eagerness that it tried to clench around it the same way the rest of her body did. Instead, it was the fire out of sparkles of pleasure that ignited a wildfire inside her.
“AH! Ahhhh!~”
The boss pushed in once. Pushed twice. And the third time was all she truly needed. Eli failed to catch the moment where she got her release, as at some point she simply got too lost in this pleasure - watching as her chest playfully bounced from barely any movement of her body, shuddering from how Merlon enjoyed touching her curves with his strong hands, how her pussy was melting from just having something in it… The ecstasy turned the world off for a few seconds, as she let her bodily fluids burst and a cold rush of goosebumps ran on top of her perhaps too sensitive skin. The remains of dreamlike nirvana still engulfed her body only to come back in a form of erupting heat deep inside her vagina again. All while Merlon simply kept holding her in back with splashes and splashes of cum leaving the woman’s “bag” filled up extensively.
“Ooooorrghhhh~..”
“You did good,” he whispered, ending with a soft kiss on her neck that nearly made her freeze despite having little to no outright intimacy in comparison to everything else done by them.
Once again, she wanted to be ashamed of what they had just done. But instead, it was a suspicious acceptance - her body relaxed in the embrace and she slowly closed her eyes, humming something incoherent to herself with a smile as light as a small feather.
Next morning, just as promised, Eli received his raise. He, nor Merlon himself, had never brought up this incident ever again despite the fact that his boss took the flash drive once he, still in the form of a woman, fell asleep in his hands. But that’s a small price to pay to become his favourite.
And what about the Enabler? Well, Merlon more than enjoyed his new toy. So much so that during daytime Eli was himself, yet every evening he and his boss resumed their “secret life” by executing the code. Of course, eventually Eli found herself happily claiming her boss’ body even at some mornings, and, after a while, closing the Enabler was only for special occasions.
