Synopsis: This story stems from a fantasy I've always had. Krystal Atkinson is a shemale slut who begins working as a secretary for an adult entertainment company, where all manner of deviant sexual practices are pursued. I love all comments and emails, please send to atkinson.krystal at gmail.com.
PROLOGUE
It all began a few years ago, when I had discovered for the first time that I enjoyed wearing women's clothing, as well as a nymphomaniac besides. I was a small Asian boy so I found that even women's size 6's and extra smalls would fit me. During the day, I would work my boring office job at a computer company from 9 to 5, and then at night I would often transform myself into a crossdressing slut.
I didn't have enough confidence to go out in public in my transformed guise, but by the end of the year I had amassed a full wardrobe of women's clothing. The highlight of my wardrobe though were my DD breast forms I had bought and all the various bras that went with them. Often at nighttime I would put the falsies into a tight Wonderbra, pull a delicious thong up between my buttcheeks, hike on a very short denim miniskirt, and then cap it off with a tight t-shirt or crop top. I'd keep these on throughout the night, fondling my marvellous fake breasts and waking up thinking I was a woman.
After a year or so of frenzied savings, I had enough to make my dream come true of being at least partially transformed into a woman. After a few discreet consultations I had met with a Doctor North who specialised in operations of this kind of nature. He himself had a self-confessed shemale fetish so I knew he would do the very best job he could in transforming me into a woman.
Over a period of six months this all became reality. He began by introducing me to hormone injections and other pills that would strip away my testosterone and introduce more subtle feminine attributes to my body. After this was well underway, he embarked on a program of surgery that would alter my body so much that I was completely unrecognisable from the small Asian boy I was before.
He began with laser treatment on my body -- I hadn't had much body hair to begin with, but this eliminated everything completely except the hair on my head so that my skin was silky smooth. He then surgically removed two of my lower ribs to give me a thinner waist and a more hour-glass figure. Then came the collagen lip injections, and some slight facial alterations that made me appear more feminine. As my hair grew long I began to see glimpses of the end product. He tightened up my vocal chords so my voice was now higher as well.
And the final product, of course, was completed with the introduction of DD-cup breast implants. For the first few days after the operation all I could do was fondle and lick my new huge tits, I was so excited. Simple things like crossing my arms or just reaching across my chest brought me in contact with my new tits and turned me on. I was dying to have sex all the time.
I legally changed my name too. I picked a slightly trashy name -- Krystal Atkinson. The last name was simply a homage to Gemma Atkinson, one of my favourite girls whose breasts I now just about matched.
Before we parted ways, the kind doctor told me about a job that might be suited for me. It was at a company called Alternative Entertainments (AE for short) that supposedly marketed some fetishwear and pornography. Certainly sounded a lot more interesting than my desk job, at least, so I told him I'd go for it.
CHAPTER 1 -- The Interview
The interview was in the morning, and I had to decide what to wear. There wasn't a single conservative piece of clothing in my wardrobe, but I figured if this was for an adult entertainment company, they wouldn't really mind. So I picked out one of my extremely short denim skirts -- it was shorter than 10" -- and a nice thong that might flash underneath if someone stole a peek.
For the top, I encased my huge tits in a nice red bra, and put on a singlet/crop top. I also wore 5" heels, having coached myself over many months to walk properly in them and swing my hips slightly as I went in a feminine gait. And after all that, I was set!
The person who interviewed me was the chief executive of the company. It was a small company all told, probably about ten employees in a small warehouse-type building downtown. James Jackson was his name, a rather ordinary-looking man in his early thirties with some stubble and a generally unkempt appearance. As I walked into the room, he immediately ogled my hooters and I took this as a good sign.
"So, Miss Atkinson...you're 22, and have some experience with secretarial duties?" he began.
I cleared my throat nervously. "Um...actually, I don't have any secretary experience, but I'm a quick learner," I clarified. It was hard to put any job history in there when you'd actually been under a man's name in all the work before!
"Hm...well, that's ok, I guess," James said, turning over my depressingly short resume and looking me up and down. "Of course, I assume you have been told of all the work we do here."
"Yes, a little bit," I volunteered, having done some research. "Mostly you market alternative pornography...bondage, fetish, but also kinkier things."
"We're a distribution company that does that, yes," James conceded. "Although there are other things we do here as well. A lot of the nastier pornography we market includes things like pissing, shemales...I know you're a shemale, Krystal."
"How?" I gasped.
"Well, Doctor North kind of told me all that information and that you might be applying," James added with a smile. He got up from his chair. "Stand up and let me look at you. It seems he's done a fine job, as usual. The good doctor is one of our top customers, in fact."
I stood up, and James came up to me. Without any warning, he suddenly squeezed one of my large breasts, and with his other hand he reached up under my skirt. "Wearing underwear I see," he said, although within a second he had pulled the thong to one side and touched my butthole, which quivered. I'd only met the guy 2 minutes ago and now he was rubbing one of his fingers up against my tight anus.
"The other staff here are all men over thirty. If I employed you, a 22 year-old girl...would that be ok with you?"
"Yes," I gasped. I put my arm down too late to stop him from taking off my thong, and I meekly stepped over them as he pocketed the underwear.
"Well then, let's consider you hired, and you can `sign your contract' by sucking my dick." He put a hand on my head to force me down to my knees, and soon his cock was out, a nine-inch monstrosity. I could barely fit it in my mouth and was sucking as hard as I could, my lips tight around his shaft.
I was such a slut, sucking cock only a few minutes into my job interview. I was no stranger to giving head and used all my talents, including licking his balls and taking him deep down my throat.
Suddenly the door opened and there I was, kneeling on the floor with a huge cock in my mouth. Another man was standing there in the doorway, smiling.
"Wow, James! This one's a real hottie. We've hired her, right?" he asked.
"Yes, Rex, meet Krystal here. She's starting work today."
I tried to pull myself off his cock to say hello but James had both hands on my head and held me tightly there. It was clear I was to continue sucking him, and so I did, as the two talked right over me.
"Great! Krystal...good name for a shemale slut. Can't wait to work the bitch over. Don't worry Krystal, I'll have you bent over my desk panting like some bitch whore in a few days."
"Look at her tits. Those are great big funbags," James commented, on my tightly-encased DD puppies. "And we'll get some dress sense into her as well. Way too conservative so far."
"I hope her ass is nice and tight. Do we all get to have her?"
"Just the vice-presidents for now." James blasted cum all the way down my throat. "Thanks Krystal, you can get up. Awesome, she swallows too."
I dusted myself off and got my first proper look at Rex. "Let's bring the other VP's in so she can meet them all."
Soon there were four men in the office, including James and Rex. James magnanimously began the introductions, and I could tell all four of them were eyeing off my tits and trying to peek up my skirt.
"Well, you know myself, chief executive. Then there's Rex, who is the VP in charge of the legal department, a considerably tough job in a market like this, I'm sure you're aware. He also runs the shemale pornography division. Rex himself has a huge fetish for shemales, so I'm sure you'll be right up his alley. There's nothing he loves more than mounting shemale sluts and stuffing their butts full of cock and cum." I blushed.
"Then here is Marcel, who has come over from France. Marcel is in charge of our bondage and fetish department...our mainstream businesses, if you will." He was a small Frenchman with a thin moustache, but the way he looked at my tits suggested he was already thinking of ways to molest them.
"And finally we have Evan here, who has probably the toughest job of them all. Evan's in charge of our pissing and alternative videos. He also has a rather secretive department, seeing as some of our more outlandish fetishes are technically...illegal."
"What do they do?" I ventured.
Evan himself, a big, heavyset man, answered. "Well, Miss Atkinson...we have a few things in the distribution pipeline such as bestiality, Nazi-orientated porn, simulated rape...those sorts of grey area things."
"Oh," I said, and they all laughed.
"That's probably also the first and only time Evan will refer to you as Miss Atkinson," James noted. "He's not really known for his respect of women...after all, you can't have any if you work in his line. Bitch is probably the kindest word he'll call you now."
"You'll be dealing with us four mainly, so you don't need to worry about meeting anyone else. You're our secretary although you'll report mainly to me. I'll note that I expect you to attend our Tuesday staff lunches as well, where you'll be waiting on us. Each week we'll pick a different costume for you to wear...after all, we do love our dress-up sluts. With tits like those and such a nice, tight butt we have to get you into clothes that will show you off more."
"So, welcome to the company, Krystal Atkinson!"