Heel!: An Office Gender Swap

By Gregor Daniels

As heir to his father's accounting firm, Darnell Moss enjoys a lifestyle of luxury and babes—the hottest of all being Cassie Cummings, a thirsty dominatrix who traded in her whip for a business suit. But after Darnell makes a move on the wrong woman, he finds himself under five feet tall, wearing heels and a skirt, and at the very bottom of the corporate totem pole. Worse, Dolly Moss is the new boss's favorite petite pet!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jul 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370971008

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Epilogue

Copyright © 2019 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This story includes: magical gender swap and total submission.

1

Adapting to the monotonous corporate workplace—with its boardrooms, spreadsheets, and Tammy Beech from the audit committee always bickering about the brands of coffee in the break room—had been the hardest thing for Darnell Moss, who had served four years in the Coast Guard and spent another three in his Uncle’s construction company. And before then, he’d been on the wrestling team in college, been a private trainer for wounded veterans, and volunteered as a firefighter.

Always being on the move was in his blood.

Which made his new position at Moss & Morgan—his dad’s accounting firm—so damn frustrating. His hands weren’t designed to hold a pen and type out reports; they were made to firmly grip the handle of a fifteen-pound sledgehammer, to take the abuse of splinters and sharp metal, to manhandle when the job called for a man to handle it.

So, why hadn’t he ditched the high-rise and air-conditioned lifestyle for a better habitat more suited to his muscles? Three reasons: first, his dad was a hard-ass about the family legacy; second, he wasn’t going to find a better salary out there in a construction yard or a gym; third, and probably the most important of all, he was bagging more pussy than a Hollywood producer.

No joke, half of the junior-level accountants were complete sluts! Mainly the girls who were fresh out of university, stepping into the nine-to-five ring.

Darnell’s guru on this pool of promiscuity was Cassie Cummings, another accountant, and a former adult movie star who had opted for a career change at the ripe old age of twenty-eight. Cassie’s ticket to fame was her alter porn ego of Latex Layla—a dominatrix known for her twelve-inch strap-on and straightening out girls who were apprehensive about anal sex.

Darnell still remembered when she’d first told him this. That afternoon had been stormy—which he only recalled so well because Cassie had been pinned up against the windows in his twentieth-floor office, moaning her enjoyment of getting fucked from behind. She had an incredibly firm ass, a toned stomach, and a pair of implants that felt more natural than many tits he’d touched.

It’s true, she laughed, riding his cock while he sat in his office chair, the occasional rumble of thunder rattling the glass. And then she told him about her large, black weapon: "The girls would pretend to be scared of it, but that was just for the camera. They had to sign like a dozen forms so they knew—mmm!—what they were getting into. Then I’d…do my thing."

He gripped her luscious hips and moved his pelvis to match her grinding. Did you get off from that? he asked her. Fucking them with a fake dick?

"Almost more than this—oh! Especially the petite girls. I’d look at their cute little assholes and think there’s no way they can take it, but they always did." She leaned in close to his ear as her gyrations slowed down, her pussy walls absolutely squeezing his dick. And sometimes I’d fantasize about myself in their position, with a big, fat cock in my ass.

On that afternoon—and many afternoons from then on—Darnell made her fantasy come true.

That one of the employees at Moss & Morgan used to be an asshole-tearing dominatrix that went by the name of Latex Layla—and had fifty thousand followers of Twitter—wasn’t the kind of information meant for public ears, so he swore to an oath of secrecy. And even after the big reveal, and listening to the stories of the girls she’d had a chance to fuck over the course of her adult film career, he didn’t believe it. It took a late-night visit to Pornhub and some binge-watching of her content—along with jerking off—to confirm her claim, but even the visual evidence was difficult to back up: Latex Layla wore a full-body latex suit with a mask and horns, but her and Cassie Cummings did have the same green eyes, the same general build, a similar voice.

Darnell came three times in a row just from watching those videos. It was so hot watching Latex Layla destroy some virgin assholes with a monster strap-on cock.

So, anyway, the horny junior-level accountants.

Around two months after Darnell had first been invited into Cassie’s back door, he caught wind from his buddy, Jude Morgan—the son of the Morgan in Moss & Morgan— that HR was performing damage control