Promoted to the CEO's Cock (1/2)

James had always been a man of ambition. But his rise through the company wasn’t built on talent or hard work—just backstabbing, stealing credit, and cutting corners. It worked perfectly, until he set his sights on the CEO's chair.

What James didn’t know was that Mr. Davenport, the CEO, had been watching. James’ little schemes might have fooled middle management, but you don’t play games like that at the top. Davenport decided James needed to be taught a lesson—one that would serve as an example.

The last thing James remembered was sitting in his office, reviewing a proposal he planned to claim as his own. Then, everything went dark.

James woke up groggy, his head pounding. Except this wasn’t his office—and this certainly wasn’t the body he remembered.

His heart dropped as he looked down. His chest… Oh god, his chest. Two massive, perky breasts stared back at him, perfectly shaped and firm. Hesitantly, he reached up to touch one. The soft, pliant flesh yielded under his fingers, and a bolt of sensitivity shot through him. The gasp that escaped his lips wasn’t his own—it was high-pitched, breathy, and feminine.

“What the hell?!” he tried to yell, but the voice that came out was impossibly sultry. His hands flew to his throat in panic. His nails—long, acrylic, and immaculately manicured—were painted a soft, glossy pink with delicate white French tips. They made his fingers clumsy, useless for the most basic tasks.

Then, his head snapped downward in horror. His groin was smooth… too smooth. Trembling, he pressed his legs together, only to find his manhood locked away in an absurdly tiny pink chastity cage, tucked snugly between his thighs. A tiny heart-shaped charm dangled mockingly from the lock.

“No, no, no…” he whimpered, the words sounding alien in his new voice.

His feet wobbled in strappy stiletto heels, the sharp incline forcing his hips to sway. He stumbled toward a mirror, nearly twisting an ankle with every awkward step. What he saw staring back at him wasn’t James. It was… a blonde bombshell.

The woman in the mirror was stunning. Long, cascading waves of blonde hair framed her perfectly symmetrical face. Her pouty, glossy pink lips were a centerpiece, standing out against her flawless, contoured complexion. Her big, doe-like eyes sparkled under long lashes. The slightest tilt of her head made her look coy and alluring.

“No. This isn’t… This can’t be me.” But it was.

James’ hands drifted over his body, confirming what the mirror told him. His hips flared out dramatically, creating an hourglass shape that led into smooth, shapely thighs. His waist, cinched and dainty, was devoid of its former bulk. Every inch of him screamed “trophy wife,” right down to the golden band glinting on his slender ring finger.

The sound of the office door opening froze him in place. He turned, wobbling slightly, to see none other than Mr. Davenport stepping inside, a smug smile on his face.

“There she is,” Davenport said with a chuckle. “My beautiful wife.”

“W-wife?!” James stammered, his voice cracking in disbelief.

Davenport strolled forward, loosening his tie. “You’ve been quite the thorn in my side, James. Or should I say… Krystal? But don’t worry. You’re going to be very useful to me from now on.”

James shook his head, tears brimming in his wide eyes. “You can’t do this! Change me back!”

“Oh, I can,” Davenport said coolly. “Legally, you’re already Mrs. Davenport. Everyone thinks this was your idea. They think you wanted the surgery, the hormones, all of it. And that cage?” His eyes flicked down to the chastity device. “Consider it a reminder of what you used to be. Call it… motivation.”

James collapsed to his knees, trembling as Davenport circled him like a predator.

“You have two options, Krystal,” Davenport continued. “You can accept your new role. Be my obedient, loving wife. Smile for the cameras, look pretty at parties, and keep me satisfied when we’re alone.” He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper. “Or I can make things much, much worse for you.”

Defeated, James—no, Krystal—rested her perfect nails on her thighs, her glossy lips quivering. She hated this. She hated him. But what could she do?

“That’s my girl,” Davenport said, unbuckling his belt. “Now, let’s get you properly acquainted with your new duties.”

Krystal’s mouth opened to protest, but Davenport’s hand guided her head forward, cutting off her words as his cock slid past her soft, glossy lips. She gasped, the sound muffled as he filled her mouth, her jaw aching as she struggled to take him. His hand pressed gently against the back of her head, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“There you go,” Davenport said, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to be perfect at this, Krystal.”

Her wide, tear-filled eyes flicked up to meet his, and she knew there was no escape.

This wasn’t just the end of James’ career. It was the beginning of Mrs. Davenport’s new life.