Inversions: Chapter 5 - The Boss

the final chapter of Inversions is here!! and you lovely people get to read it a week early :3

Mary-Ann used to be the top dog. Rich, powerful, hung, and with her tiny-dicked secretary wrapped around her little finger. Now, though, well... she's more of a bottom puppy~

Once you hit a certain level on the corporate ladder, Mary-Ann reflected, it was important that you have a nice desk. She liked her desk. She’d considered getting one in mahogany, Italian maple, sandalwood… but had eventually settled on a nice solid oak.

A solid desk was essential to a woman like her. It helped her project an aura of intimidation during quarterly performance reviews, the storage was ergonomic and well-laid out… and a cheap desk would just implode if you had your secretary pinned down to it, locked into a mating press while he squealed for mercy.

“Ngghaaa… M-Ms Mary-Ann…!” Harper gasped, his breath hot against Mary-Ann’s ear as he clung to the older woman for dear life. His slacks were hanging off one kitten-heeled leg as Mary-Ann worked her hips like a pro, splitting Harper’s fat cheeks with her pride and joy; 14 inches of twitching, brutally thick studmeat, exposed by her hitched-up skirt. 

She pushed her face against his, so that they were nose-to-nose while she gave him a sharp-toothed smirk.

“Quit making so much noise, meat ,” she growled, forcing her lips against his. She could feel his cute little dick pressed against her stomach, even through her suit, as well as the embarrassing little spurts of precum she’d have to admonish him for later. 

Of course, she couldn’t entirely blame him for being so noisy; in fact, the kiss was as much for her as it was for him. Mary-Ann’s turnover rate with secretaries was pretty high. Between the need to manage her overactive sex drive, constantly taking such an oversized dick in their tight little asses, and the actual demands of being her secretary, they often only lasted a few months. But Harper had been her secretary for almost a year, and despite getting his ass stretched out several times a day by Mary-Ann, he was still soft and tight (not to mention the way he moaned into her mouth as she bottomed out against his prostate was very cute). Breeding him always felt good.

“Nnhh… I… sh-shorryy… I’m gonna-!” Harper whimpered. Mary-Ann grunted as he locked his slender legs around her, struggling to keep her face composed as she gave in to her drive to breedbreedbreed… there was an audible spurt as rope after thick, gooey rope of cum was fired into Harper’s ass, and in the throes of absolute, dominant bliss, Mary-Ann let out a borderline-feral snarl, burying her face into the crook of her secretary’s neck and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. 

“Gggrraaaahhhh…” Harper thrashed weakly, totally helpless as his own cock dribbled out a cute little load against Mary-Ann’s stomach.

“Ngghh… good fuckmeat…” the CEO cooed, her voice soft and husky, taking note of how Harper’s breath caught when her own skittered across the bite mark on his shoulder.

“Y-you’re an animal …” he gasped, slumping back on the desk.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m dangerous, sweetie?” Mary-Ann teased, running her fingers through his hair, enjoying how thoroughly defeated he looked underneath her. However when she was finished ogling his flat chest, shiny with sweat, she caught his eye for a moment, and was caught a little off-guard by the unexpected flash of defiance.

“I don’t know… I mean, any animal can be domesticated~” 

At the time, Mary-Ann thought nothing of that comment. A bratty little quip from a slut who wanted to go for another round, and who was, in short order, reduced to a mewling, simpering wreck. But a few weeks later, she’d find herself reflecting on how right he had been…

***

Mary-Ann was no stranger to working late at the office. It was always kinda creepy seeing the place after-hours, between the emptiness, the dark night outside, not to mention-

“Come on, puppy, I don’t have all night,” Harper snickered, yanking on the leash that connected to Mary-Ann’s collar. Mary-Ann whimpered, stumbling along behind him, arms tied behind her back… and totally naked. Yes, everything else about the late-night office paled in comparison to how surreal it felt to be taking orders from her bottom bitch secretary.

He was dressed even more sluttily than usual; a tube top hugged his flat chest, and a miniskirt barely covered the fat, jiggly bubble-butt that just a few weeks prior had been Mary-Ann’s free-use onahole…

“Ngghmff…” Mary-Ann whined. Maybe it wasn’t accurate to say she was completely naked; she had her collar on (helpfully equipped with a tag that read “Property of Harper), she had her gag in (an adorable little metal bone which she found it impossible not to constantly drool around), and… the smallest, cutest chastity cage that Harper had been able to find, which Mary-Ann’s cock strained desperately against as she ogled the breedable boymeat in front of her…

Harper looked over his shoulder at Mary-Ann, eyebrow quirked.

“Oh? Does my good little puppy want something? Are you having… bad thoughts?” he teased, swaying his hips back and forth.

“If you’re really good tonight, I might just think about letting you grind your cage against my butt sometime, how does that sound?~”

Mary-Ann was ashamed at how eagerly she nodded at the humiliating jibe. Not for the first time, she wondered how this had happened. How had she ended up in a position like this?

“Mmm, that’s what I thought. You’re such an obedient little bitch… much more manageable now that bloated puppymeat has been shrunk down to size,” Harper snickered… and turned fully to face Mary-Ann, exposing the way his own huge, semi-hard cock drooped out from beneath his skirt, drooling yellowy precum all over his high-heels. 

Mary-Ann groaned, half despairing, and half lustful. On the one hand, Harper’s new, improved dick represented Mary-Ann’s humiliating fall from grace into becoming a tiny-dicked toy… on the other hand, Mary-Ann couldn’t deny the raw, brutal attractiveness of her secretary’s cock. 

Is this how Harper used to look at me…? she wondered distantly. 

“Oh? You want this?” Mary-Ann jumped a little, realising she had been staring right at Harper’s dick, prompting him to wrap a slender hand around the base and wave it back and forth, splattering the office with yet more excess precum.

“Or maybe you’re just jealous…~” Harper gave a quick, deliberate glance between Mary-Ann’s legs, at her tiny, locked up cock. Mary-Ann squirmed under the attention; what had once been a wrist-thick, slutbreaking breeder had been reduced to a shadow of its former self; barely two inches long (not that she could get hard in her cage anyway), and with her cumshots reduced from thick, fertile ropes to watery dribbles (which were already running down Mary-Ann’s thighs!). Harper looked thoughtful for a moment, and then tugged on Mary-Ann’s leash, pulling her into a wide-open space between the office’s cubicles.

“Awww, well, you shouldn’t feel too bad!” he reached up, grabbing her shoulder and pushing his boss to her knees. It wasn’t hard; she felt as weak as a kitten in her new owner’s hands.

“After all, you’re dangerous , aren’t you?” Harper giggled as he hefted his oversized cock, and draped it over Mary-Ann’s face, ignoring the older woman’s whines as the sweaty, bloated meat partially obscured her vision. Fuck… it smelled so baaaad… it used to be so small and cute and teasable and now it was drooling all over her face… then Harper swung his hips to the side, briefly uncovering her, and Mary-Ann’s eyes widened when she realised what he was about to do.

“You’re a big,” smack , “bad,” smack , “dominant,” smack , “bitch, aren’t you ‘Ms Mary-Ann’?~” Harper held his cock by the base, smearing precum over Mary-Ann’s drooling, blissed out face with every cockslap. 

“You definitely weren’t just some arrogant old hag who got by on how fat her cock was, right? Not just some needy little puppybitch who needed to be put in her fucking place?~”

Mary-Ann wished she could feel at least a flicker of defiance. A desire to put this little brat in his place for insulting his superior like this… instead…

“Gghhhmmff… wwrrfff…” she tried to woof as best she could around the gag, feeling strings of drool splatter all over her bare tits. Sh-she could punish him later, it wasn’t possible when he’d already totally forced her to wear all of this humiliating bondage gear. Y-yeah, she’d get him later-

“Good girl, good puppy!” Harper smiled, reaching out and running his fingers through Mary-Ann’s hair, and any thoughts of defiance drained away completely, replaced only by a pleasantly fuzzy sensation in her brain, and a wet, sticky feeling in her cage.

“Ohhh, you silly thing, did you mess in your cage again? This is no good, I guess you just need more training,” Harper poked her cage with his heel, clearly enjoying his boss’ whines, as she shivered and collapsed against his leg. 

“Now, why don’t we-”

A door clicked on the other side of the room, and Mary-Ann’s post-orgasm haze snapped into post-nut clarity.

“Ugh! I can’t believe I left it, thank goodness the doors are still unlocked,” Mary-Ann recognised the voice of Diane, one of her underlings, pacing towards her cubicle. Shit. Was that near where she and Harper were? Her brain felt sooo fuzzy, she couldn’t remember…

She nuzzled insistently aganst Harper’s skirt, looking up at him pleadingly. He looked confused before smiling down at her, gently removing her gag. 

“Hhaaa… H-Harper, we need to go back into my office, I can’t get caught doing something like-” Mary-Ann’s hushed, desperate whispering was cut off as Harper lazily draped his cock over her face again. 

“Wh- Harper, seriously, I-” the secretary frowned, and Mary-Ann shut up. He took a loose handful of her hair, idly rubbing her face against his dick.

“Shh. Puppies don’t talk back to their masters, do they?” he was speaking softly, but still loud enough that Mary-Ann’s heart thudded in her chest. Fuck, they were so gonna get caught…

“So, be a good girl and start sucking… or I’m going to walk you over there to say hello~”

Mary-Ann struggled to keep her ragged breathing under control. Fuck. This was… sh-should she just use their safeword? This was so risky… but… god, his cock looked so gooood… and all the while, she could feel her own pathetic little dick straining against her cage.

She opened her mouth, and let Harper hold her in place as he slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Mmggfff…

Mary-Ann wasn’t too experienced at sucking dick. After all, the way things used to work was that other people sucked her dick. She still didn’t know what had changed; nobody knew what had happened to suddenly switch around everyone’s dick sizes like this. It had never been on the news or anything, and Mary-Ann suspected that was because people like her were quite embarrassed about it. Well, maybe not entirely like her. She couldn’t deepthroat like a pro, the way Harper did for her only a few short weeks ago. But even so…

“Nngghhh… hhaaaa…~”

Mary-Ann had discovered that she loved sucking cock. It made her feel so… useful, and sexy, and submissive, and just the feeling of Harper’s disgustingly girthy cock in her mouth made her feel like such a good little puppy cock holster!

“Jeez, and I thought you were… ngghh… worried about being caught, I know you’re enthusiastic but you could try being a quieter dicksucking whore…~” Harper snickered, before grunting, and tightening his grip on Mary-Ann’s hair. Fuck. This felt so goood-

Footsteps, and Mary-Ann stopped dead as she realised that Diane had just walked into the cubicle right next to them .

“Where’s my stupid… rrgghh!!” she grumbled to herself. Mary-Ann was sweating now, any moment now she could find them-

“Glk!”

Mary-Ann tensed, glaring up at Harper, who had just rolled his hips forward and buried another inch of cock in her mouth. Unfortunately, he wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes almost crossed and a line of drool running down his chin.

Uh oh. 

He was such a natural that Mary-Ann often forgot that he was as new at topping as she was at subbing! Harper might have been acting cocky before, but now, with his cock half-buried in his boss’ throat, he was really struggling to maintain his composure.

He looked so vulnerable …

For a second, that old defiance really did flare up in Mary-Ann’s belly, but now tinted with a new, borderline-bratty desperation. If she did anything, Harper would totally punish her later… on the other hand, if she did anything, Harper would totally punish her later . 

Mary-Ann tried desperately to keep the lewd noises to a minimum as she slowly, gently, slid another inch of cock down her throat. Harper let out an adorable, shaky little gasp. 

Next to them, Diane continued to clatter around, opening her desk drawers as she looked for whatever inane crap she’d come back to the office for. 

“Aha! Finally!”

Yeah, finally, now fuck off so I can spend some quality time sucking some dick-

Almost as if he’d read her mind, Harper finally broke , grunting as he thrust forward, and hilted every last inch of cock inside Mary-Ann’s throat! 

“Gllrrkk!!”

“H-hello?” Diane called from the next cubicle. Mary-Ann desperately wanted to tap on Harper’s legs, but with her arms stuck behind her back she was completely helpless. Besides, he was probably too out of it to notice! 

“Is anyone-” Diane took a step forward. Shit! If she just turned a little to the left, she’d see her boss, leashed, collared, face red from being repeatedly cockslapped, and with her secretary bottoming out inside her mouth!

Diane’s phone rang. She jumped, before digging it out of her handbag and answering it. 

“I- yes, I got it sweetie, I’m on my way!” she was scurrying away before she had even hung up the phone, and Mary-Ann was sagging in relief. 

Then she looked up at Harper, and saw the evil grin on his face.

Uh oh …

***

Once you hit a certain level on the corporate ladder, Mary-Ann reflected, it was important that you have a nice desk. A solid desk was essential to a woman like her. It helped her project an aura of intimidation during quarterly performance reviews, the storage was ergonomic and well-laid out… and a cheap desk would just implode if you were crouching on it on all-fours, squealing for mercy through your gag as your secretary railed your ass with the biggest cock you’d ever seen!

“Ngghh… you slutty bitch ,” Harper moaned, bringing down his hand against Mary-Ann’s dark brown ass-cheek, leaving another stinging red handprint to add to her growing collection.

“You were really so desperate for my cock that you were willing to risk getting caught? Seriously, how did I ever let you top me?~” Mary-Ann found herself asking that question too. Why had she ever bothered topping Harper when the feeling of his cock ruining her ass felt so much better than any of that? 

“Y-you’d better be ready to go all night… I got way too worked up because of you, so now you’re gonna be a good pet and help me r-relieve all that stress…” Harper bottomed out inside her, his hips smacking against hers, and Mary-Ann let out a muffled, helpless woof!! as his cock crushed her prostate, before-

“Nngghh!!” he grunted, and Mary-Ann spurted all over the top of her desk for the fourth or fifth time tonight as Harper emptied a real load into her ass, filling her up with warm, sticky cum, yanking on her collar to remind her who fucking owned her.

“Ngghhmmyyyyfffpppiesss… wwnnnahlllrrrr…” Mary-Ann squealed incomprehensibly into her gag. Later on, she would reflect it was probably for the best that she’d had a gag in, because she was pretty sure she was trying to moan at Harper to “Fill me up with puppiiiiees… I w-wanna have your litter~”

Finally, the secreatary collapsed against her back, breathing heavily.

“Nnff… good puppy…” he whispered.

Mary-Ann shivered, and nuzzled against him.