Mr Radford carried a smug look with him as he entered my office. He sat down without my invitation and leened forward, meeting my eye as though he thought himself bulletproof. "You can't fire me." It wasn't a question in his mind, nor was it a plain statement of fact. He was taunting me. But Arthur Radford was about to learn a valuable lesson. The gadget was ready on my desk and I had spiked his coffee earlier in the day to ensure things went smoothly. He had billions of nanites silently awaiting orders and I had the trigger.
"I can assure you, Mr Radford, that the recent allegations towards you are reasonable grounds for dismissal..." I sighed. "But you are correct that our company cannot afford to lose an analyst of your skillset."
The allegations in question were sitting on my desk in a rather thick folder. Twenty-seven different reports from women within our company. He preyed on the interns and the newer hires; making them think it was an expectation of the company, when really it was his own pathetic sense of empowerment. I wanted nothing more than to skip ahead to the punishment, but I also wanted this to be personal. He didn't just violate employees at my company, he nearly destroyed our reputation and ruined all partnerships; past, present, and future. For that, he had to know this was my idea and that I was the one in control.
"Your job may be secure, Mr Radford, but do not for one second think your actions will simply be ignored, nor tolerated. I have devised a punishment to ensure you never dare break our policies ever again!" I spat, pressing the red button on my remote before uttering the command word 'Babe'.
The changes came quickly, even before Arthur could react. First, his clothes began to change from a suit and tie to the attire of a secretary that broke more than a handful of dress codes. The open buttons of his new shirt revealed his chest, which was becoming softer and fuller, as his legs became more shapely beneath the new stockings. "Babe? Are you flirting with me?" He seemed oblivious to the changes, just as I had hoped. He hadn't even noticed how he naturally crossed his legs to be more ladylike.
"I would never flirt with you, Ms Radford. For several reasons in fact!" I smiled. "First and foremost, it goes against our policies; a higher up should never take advantage of their underlings. But even if I ignored that policy, like you have countless times, I believe you are truly a terrible person who deserves what I'm going to put you through today! And finally... there's the matter of your gender... I'm afraid I have no attraction to women!"
"Ms Radford? What the hell are you talking about!?" He shouted, unaware that his voice didn't carry the same inherent authority he was accustomed to.
I ignored him, instead buzzing the intercom to signal for a little guest. Arthur was not the only one to ingest nanites today, though he was the only one to do so involuntarily. The door clicked open and a bearded man entered. He smiled towards me and then looked down at the newly improved Mr Radford. He looked back at me and I gave a nod to indicate we were ready to move on with the punishment.
"You see, Ms Radford, you have been under the impression that we value you more than we value the twenty-seven women you have wronged." I explained. "When they banded together, we were left with only one solution. And now 'Michael' here is going to help us settle the matter."
"You may know me as Michelle." The man smirked. "Now how about you show off your body for me? I'll even consider helping you get a promotion if you're nice about it."
As Michelle spoke, I had my finger on the blue button of my remote. So despite Arthur's confusion, he was now absentmindedly pulling his shirt open to reveal his new breasts. He cupped them in his hands, still blissfully unaware of what he was doing as he angrily stared at the both of us and waited for his explanation. Finally, I decided to put him out of his misery and spoke another command word. His eyes instantly went wide in shock as he looked down at the new him/her.
It was fortunate that my office was well sound-proofed, as it took almost five minutes for him to finish his shouting match. It made him particularly angry that he couldn't stop playing with his tits as he yelled and swore at us both, much to our amusement. I 'encouraged' him to show us more and added for him to purr seductively as he did so. The show was certainly amusing, but I could see the obvious effect it had on Michelle. It was time to accelerate the punishment.
"Suck Michael's cock." I commanded calmly, my finger on the blue button. Arthur tried to protest, but his words were quickly muffled as his body began to suck and lick and gasp for air. His eyes were now transfixed on the remote. "With this remote, I could turn you into a willing sex slave. You could think your name was Amy, or Tiffany, or even Candy. You could have a growing need for cum and cocks... But I can't afford to ruin your mind, so you'll have no choice but to hate every moment of this."
He scowled as angrily as he could muster with another man's cock in his mouth. But there was no question he understood his predicament. Powerless. You could almost feel sorry for him if you didn't know he was a predator up until an hour ago. Now, he was the prey caught in our trap. The minutes passed by and his resistance was wearing thin. All that could be heard were wet sucking sounds and the occasional grunt of approval from the new man receiving his first blowjob.
"Can I fuck him?" Michelle asked, causing Arthur's eyes to go wide once more.
"You'll have time for that later, my dear. Get finished up and I'll send in the next guest." I smirked.
My finger was once again on the blue button and I was thankful the command worked on the both of them. Arthur doubled his efforts in milking Michelle's cock, which didn't last much longer as she splattered the back of Arthur's throat and pulled out to shoot the rest on his waiting face. It served that bastard right, having to look up at the woman he wronged as she unloaded a sizable load on his face and chest.
"Thank you, Michelle. I'll be sure to let you know when the other twenty-six men are finished." I smiled. "If you can let 'Paul' know it's his turn on your way out."