This week's Flashback Friday is for Hotshot.
Everything feels enormous when your body is so small and delicate - doubly so for the few that got to experience being a man before the FemmeShot 1000 took that particular luxury away from them. Even his master's wooden desk felt like a stage - one that Freddy was expected to use to give his performance. Not that you could tell from the apparent indifference of the Chinese businessman that had called himself Freddy's owner for the last two years as he tapped away on his laptop. Freddy tried to remain silent so not to draw the man's attention in spite of the hot-pink latex catsuit that encased his diminutive body. His long dark hair cascaded over his shoulders onto the polished walnut and he closed his eyes to try to ignore the presence of the man slurping a latte as he answered his emails. If only he could blend into the very furniture he was perched on... Yet, he knew it was an act. How could the man forget he was there? Not with the soft buzz that now accompanied him everywhere he went.
Freddy placed one hand ahead of him for balance so that he could reach the other back between his legs. It was a modestly sized vibrator inserted into the pussy that the nanotechnology of the Femmeshot 1000 had given him, but everything feels enormous when your body is so small and delicate. His fingers brushed the black latex of his panties and he could feel the material was already filling with his juices as his new body betrayed him. Freddy stifled a moan and glanced to check if the man would react but his eyes never left his screen. Heat was smouldering between his legs now, forcing his breathing deeper and raspier. The conclusion was inevitable but he fought the urge to help it along with his reaching hand – and so the slow charade that he could resist cumming his brains out right there on the worktop continued as the man went on with his day. A secretary brought another coffee, tutting disapprovingly at Freddy as she did so, and then a little later the man took a long phone call with a colleague. Freddy was panting hard by this point and his master, finally acknowledged him, stroked his soft rubber clad ass gently like he was some kind of office cat. The end was nearing, his nails dug into the wood as he gasped the beginning of a long-delayed orgasm. Then, and only then, would the man stop his work to behold the spectacle. Fighting it for so long would only make the pleasure so much more intense. Freddy's elbows would buckle, sending his ass into the air and squeezing the toy between his legs even tighter. He might even drool a little, might say 'fuck' gently in that sweet feminine voice that his new body possessed. Dilated eyes would roll back into his head as he became almost feral with ecstasy. Until finally, it would be over. The businessman would clap reservedly before declaring it was his turn and then Freddy would be send under the desk to give pleasure while his master started on his afternoon emails. The man was unimpressive, but everything feels enormous when your body is small and delicate.
The ritual was daily, sometimes multiple times and sometimes it was all Freddy could do to stare at the shelves that ran along the man's office wall. They were full of pictures of the man with various people, some of them famous, and random paraphernalia. There was one item that held his attention more than the others – a small science-fiction looking pistol. It was a FemmeShot 1000, or maybe even a newer model – the exact kind of weapon that led to this daily humiliation. Freddy knew there was no going back for him, but one of these days he would seize his chance, and the businessman would learn what it was like to be small and delicate.
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