Corporate Takeover: Taking the Field

By Lyka Bloom

From coach to cheerleader...

The newest chapter in the Corporate Takeover series finds Raquel Benson and her team of avenging angels with a new target in their sights - a womanizing college football coach with an eye for his female students.

Taken by Dr. Benson and her team, the Southern-fried coach will find himself with a new body and a head full of new memories, all designed to replace is old self with a newer, younger, and decidedly more feminine version.

This latest installment features mind control and a slow male to female transformation sure to thrill!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: May 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781370587308

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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CORPORATE TAKEOVER: TAKING THE FIELD

by Lyka Bloom

CORPORATE TAKEOVER: TAKING THE FIELD

First Edition. May 15th, 2021 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2021 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

This is a work of fiction. All names, places, likenesses, events, and incidents are fictional, and are in no way intended to describe actual events.

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Annie waited in the tunnel, the sounds from the field distant and somehow crisp all at once. She remained in the shadow, though the afternoon sun was tilting in a way to push her deeper inside. Beyond the tunnel between the bleachers, the Waverly University Deacons were practicing.

Not that Annie knew the ins and outs of football practices, that's not why she was here after all, but it was a light practice day. Only shoulder pads and half speed drills. Young men bent, held their position, and leaped at one another after the call from the quarterback. It was an insane dance, if you asked Annie.

Through it all, Clark Tyson barked at his team, smacking the sides of their helmets while he shouted to further emphasize his points. Even from her place in the tunnel, Annie could see through her camera lens and make out the fine spittle exploding from the coach's mouth as he chastised his players. Thick cords stood out in his neck when he yelled. Tyson's face was beet red by the time practice was wrapping up, the coach as sweaty as his players.

The whistle blew and Coach Tyson had his players take a knee around him while he gave them sage wisdom, or inspired them for the upcoming game, or maybe just handed out chicken soup recipes. Annie neither heard, nor did she care. She'd taken pictures of Clark Tyson from almost every angle. All she needed now was one more close-up, and she'd send her portfolio off to Benson.

Dr. Benson needs to know what to change before she changes it, Diane told Annie before the younger girl left for Waverly. And while she may seem cold, she's just... busy. In her head. Dr. Benson is cursed by thinking, I think.

I'm glad she has you, Annie told Diane, and hugged Benson's lover in the doorway of their New York apartment.

Annie had been adopted, for all intents and purposes. After the business with Alex Smith in New York, and the subsequent transformation of the right-wing ideologue into a bouncing bimbo, Benson had been pleased with Annie's work and her dedication. Enough so that, the job done, Benson and Diane had taken Annie in and given her a place to stay. More than that, they had given Annie purpose. She had an opportunity to be something more than she was. An avenging angel of sorts. And that suited Annie just fine.

Coach Tyson trailed his team into the locker room, taking a more measured pace while the younger men trotted down the tunnel. They passed Annie, and more than a few gave her an appreciative glance. She still possessed the ability to blush, and found herself shrinking against the pitiless wall of concrete behind her as the young men jogged past.

With her long, straight brown hair and slim build, Annie might best be described as 'mousy,' but that would