The Heiress Part 7

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Aaron was very intrigued with what the woman across his desk had to say. She had so much passion for her product, something he had missed from his old days as an entrepreneur.

"Your product sounds... interesting," Aaron said after she had wrapped up her pitch. For a first time entrepreneur she did very well, despite a few hiccups here and there.

"Oh thank god you understand," the woman, Madison, said.

"Of course I would," Aaron said, "I am a woman after all." That phrase still felt odd coming out of his mouth, even after being in Zoe's body for years.

Madison rambled on about male investors not understanding her, Aaron wondered if he would share their naivety he he were still a man. Her pitch was good, but someone who believes in their product would go to the grave with it, so he asked her to remove her shirt. She did, even with hesitation.

Aaron admired her and her product. She was a beautiful woman, at that moment Aaron wanted to ask her out, men or woman he always got his way, but he decided to put some restraint on the meeting. He admired her and her passion, and didn't want to demean her as a piece of meat. He liked what he saw, but of course he had to test the product himself.

"Do you have a pair I can keep?" He asked.

"Yes, what size are you?" Madison asked.

"32D," he said.

"Actually I don't need the number," Madison produced a Zero-G bra from his bag. "That's a huge advantage from the manufacturing side of this product, no band no number, so you don't need to make so many different kinds."

That really impressed Aaron, one of the many things he had to get used to as a woman was all the numbers and sizes he had to keep memorized just to buy something to wear. Plus she had a point about the manufacturing aspect.

Aaron picked the Zero-G up and inspected it. It looked so simple, but making a bra that worked without straps had to take months of research and development at least.

"I'll have my people get with you once I review your product," Aaron said. "Have a good day Miss Ellis."

"You too Miss Jacobi," Madison picked up her bag and extended his arm. Aaron took and it and lazily shook it. "I guarantee you'll be sold the moment you put it on."

She left Aaron alone in his office with the bra in his hands.

The Heiress Part 6

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"My have I missed this view," Aaron said to himself while standing at the window. "It's sure good to be back in the office."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Aaron said. Grace opened the door and entered the office. "Miss Jacobi, there's a Madison Ellis here to see you."

"Who is she? Is she important?"

"She's a CEO of an upcoming woman's fashion brand, while you were gone she would not stop insisting to speak with you directly. She claims to have a product of that will, and I quote 'revolutionize the bra industry.'"

"Fine," Aaron made his way to the desk, "let her in. I'd like to hear her pitch."

The Heiress Part 5

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"My my, if it isn't the most beautiful woman in Seattle, Miss Jacobi," the middle aged man said.

"Don't tell your wife you told me that," Aaron blushed. "I'm pleased to see you again Henry."

"The pleasure's mine," he said. "I take it you had a great sabbatical?"

"A much needed one," Aaron said. "How's the office been since I left?"

"We're running as smooth as ever, you coulda taken another three months and everything would be still a-okay. Although you certainly are a beacon of beauty during the board meetings, you can only look at so many old white men before they all look the same."

"Good morning Miss Jacobi," another man said passing the two.

"Morning Paul," Aaron said. "I reckoned it was time I got back to work, I was beginning to get restless on my vacation."

"Like father like daughter," Henry said. Aaron rolled his eyes to the comment. The was one of the down sides of taking over Zoe's life, he would always been measured up to his former business rival's success. "Should we get going to the meeting?"

"Yes," Aaron took a sip of his coffee, "let's get back to business."

Back Pain Part 2

Part 1

"Jesus Christ, these things are impossible," Julio said aloud while trying to force his tits into a bra. Julio had given up on his new breasts, there was literally nothing that held them right.  Despite marketers saying that busty women were perfect, the real world did not favor large breasted women, especially when their breasts were the size of his head. 

"Need any help over there?" A woman across from him in the locker room asked. 

"Ugh, sure," Julio sighed. The woman took that as a yes and approached the former man.

"Mind if I?" She motioned towards his bra.

"Knock yourself out."

The woman began fiddling with the bra and his breasts. She grunted fighting against Julio's breasts, but after a few seconds she managed to clasp the bra together and contain his massive chest. Julio caught his reflection in the mirror, his breasts were forced up to his neck and were popping out all over the place.

"Not sure how long that will hold," she said. "My name's Andrea by the way."

"Juli- uhh, Julie," Julio stretched his right hand out. "Thank you for helping me." Andrea shook his hand.

"You know it's not every day I help a girl get a bra on at the gym," Andrea smiled. "Have you ever been properly sized for a bra Julie?"

"No, not ever, but I was hoping that-" the original owner of this body was, Julio wanted to say but he cut himself off before he got to that point. He then considered the fact that she just stole his body, she probably wanted to fuck with him even after throwing him into a life he didn't ask for.

"That what?" Andrea asked.

"Nothing," Julio grabbed his shirt and started putting it on. He felt the bra's clasp begin to shift, he let out a small gasp.

"You know, my schedule is pretty clear this afternoon. If you'd like I can take you to a shop to get fitted, there's a Victoria's Secret not far from here."

"Yeah, that would be great," Julio picked up the purse next to him. After he straightened back up his bra's clasp gave way, and his breasts exploded beneath his shirt. 

Andrea burst into a laughing fit. "I'm so sorry Julie," she said fighting back the rest of her laughter, "it's just that you don't see that every day."

Julio sighed, "Let's go to the store Andrea."

Back Pain

Julio really regretted hitting on that girl at the club. She was unreal, super attractive and had tits larger than his head, he had to say something to her. So her danced across the dance floor and started dancing with her. After he offered to buy her a drink the two started dancing and grind on each other all night. After last call the two were so drunk the girl began guiding his hands around her body, Julio felt her bring his hands to her breasts, he felt his pants grow tight. Success, he'd never gotten to second base just from dancing before.

"Does your bra need a break from holding your tits?" Julio drunkenly slurred. After the words escaped his mouth he realized how stupid that sound.

"Te-he, do you want to hold them for me?" She said. Julio have her chest a tight squeeze.

"Anything for you girl."

"Thanks, they were starting to give me back pain," she squeezed her breasts with Julio. Julio closed his eyes and gave into the sensation, letting the music take control.

He felt her arms retreat from her breasts, leaving them all to him. He kept on dancing. A few seconds passed and he hadn't noticed anything from her, no talking or dancing. He opened his eyes to see if she was okay, except for she was no longer there, but the sensation of her breasts was. In fact everything around him seemed taller. He looked down to see who's breasts he was feeling, only to see two feminine hands groping two breasts on his chest! He gasped and dashed into the nearest restroom, was he drugged? In the reflection of the men's restroom mirror, was the same unbelievable busty woman he had been dancing with. "Are you okay miss?" A guy asked him. Julio couldn't speak, he felt his chest get heavier and heavier. The next thing he knew he was having a panic attack on the men's restroom floor.

That was two weeks ago. The breasts that belong to that woman were no longer sexy to him, now they were a burden he had to carry with him everywhere he went. He lifted his breasts up to relieve his back of some of the pain they were causing and walked to the shower.

Cart Boy

"Yoo hoo, cart boy over here," Shelby heard a familiar voice. She was pushing a line of shopping carts out of the parking lot and back towards the store for her twelfth time today. She turned her head towards the direction of the voice. It was Carter in her body standing next to a cart return. "You missed a few!" He said.

Shelby rolled her eyes and ignored him. "I'll get them my next round Carter."

"Carter, that's a funny name to call a woman," he said.

"Ugh fine, I'll get them next round Misses Buckley," Shelby avoided even looking over to her old body.

"That's more like it, glad to see my husband employees strong hard working men like yourself. It'd be a shame if I had to tell him a cart boy wasn't doing his job correctly and treating his lovely wife with disrespect. Have a good day young man!"

"Ugh," Shelby groaned. "Same to you... Misses Buckley." She said between her teeth.

Shelby was the beautiful wife of Henry Buckley, an owner of a small chain of grociery stores across the city. Despite the residents notoriously calling her nothing more than a trophy wife, she had recently started managing the Buckley Foundation, a charity her husband established and placed her in charge so that she could prove to the public that she was more than a piece of eye candy. Unfortunately just a few weeks after establishing the foundation, Carter, a twenty-year old high school drop out stole her body and her life. A few days after taking her life Carter made the announcement that Shelby would no longer be in charge of the foundation because "How could a woman as pretty and hot as me be smart enough to run a charity?"

Shelby didn't know much about Carter, but what she did know is that he had been written up multiple times at work for running late, sneaking off during working hours to get high near the dumpsters, and for telling off customers who were pissing him off. She hadn't spoken to him that much since he stole her life, but she suspected he was the laziest kid in town and he took her life of leisure because he was too lazy to live his own.

The Heiress Part 4

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"Miss Jacobi, Hector from the Seattle office is on the line," Grace, Aaron's personal assistant said to him.

"Tell him he can wait until we get there," Aaron leaned back onto the seat and closed his eyes.

"Very well," Grace said. Aaron's vacation was over, he had taken a three month sabbatical after serving on the board of Zoe's father's company. He was ready to get back to work as the chairwoman of his very rival's company, my had times changed. Just four years ago he was bitter about losing everything, now he not only had all the wealth he deserved but he had gained back forty years of his life in Zoe's body.

Yep, it was good to be back on top again. Plus work would take his mind off his relationship situation.

The Heiress Part 3

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"How can somebody be so beautiful, young and rich, and yet still be lonely?" Aaron said while stroking the fur of his pet tiger Orion. "It's been over three years since I became the heiress, three years since abandoning my old life to become a woman fifty years younger than my age. Yet I can't seem to find the happiness I used to have. Nobody gives a shit about me anymore, all they see if a hot piece of ass and only focus on sleeping with me or whooing me with their money. God, I miss my wife...."

Orion yawned and lied his head down. Aaron rested his head against the tigers body.

"Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh to Jonathan," he contemplated. "At least he loved Zoe, and I mean who wouldn't kill to be married to a woman with this body? I saw the look in his eyes when he approached me at the bench, that was true love, not lust like all the other men and women have towards me. At the very least I can pretend to love him so I can remember what it was like to be in love." Aaron let out a big sigh then slapped himself in the face. "Goddammit Aaron," he said, "don't dwell on love! You're better than this, this is your life now, not Zoe's. Just because you have her face doesn't mean he'd treat you the same way he treated her, plus he wasn't that hot. Fuck, I need a distraction." Aaron reached across Orion and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his recent messages until he found Omar, one of his many new boy-toys. He hit the dial button and let the phone ring.

"Hey Omar," he said in his sexiest voice, "I'm bored as fuck right now. Want to come over and entertain me?"

"I'm always up for entertaining beautiful women," Omar said. "Let me finish up a thing or two at work and I'll be right on over."

"Mwah!" Aaron said into the phone before hanging up. Who needs love when you're so goddamn sexy anyways?

Dedication

"Now that's dedication Courtney," Collin's personal trainer Annie cheered. "I wanna see you pull those weights in and out, you got that, in and out?"

Collin looked dead ahead towards his reflection. He was still in disbelief that that Asian woman in the mirror was him, but he knew it was even if he didn't like it.

"One, two, three," Annie said counting his reps, "that's it girl you got it!"

Collin used to be a body builder, he saw himself the be the apex of masculinity with his bulging pecks and fabulous thighs. Unfortunately that was stolen from him from his ex-girlfriend Courtney. She took everything he had the moment he broke up with her, from his house to his body. Now he was dedicated to gaining that masculinity back, even with a pair of tits.

The Heiress Part 2

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"Isn't is beautiful Zoe? The brush strokes are beyond elegant, they're like if God himself aided Michelangelo in his creation of this piece," Aaron's date rambled on and on about the painting the two were standing in front of.

"Yeah, yeah I get you, Michelangelo is a great painter," Aaron interrupted. "But honestly I don't give a shit, I own five Michelangelo originals I don't want to look at any more of his work. I literally shit next to Leda and the Swan every morning. Looks James, if you're gonna sway me with art like every other fucking guy I meet it's over."

"But," James said.

"Sorry James, you're not the kind of man I'm looking for. You got the money, but you're just as cliche as Michael, Harry, Kevin, Aaron, Kyle, Bill, dude the list goes on and on. I'm out of here," Aaron walked away from his date. Being a rich woman was great, but every fucking guy he met was the same, and he had no time for them anymore.

The Heiress Part 1

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Jonathan couldn't believe it. In the park sitting on a bench down the path was his wife, Zoe. His heart stopped, he hadn't seen her since she disappeared three years ago.

"Zoe!" He shouted while dashing across the park, "Oh my god Zoe is that really you?"

He stopped panting in front of her. "Zoe, it's me, Jonathan, your husband!"

She lowered her head to gaze over her sunglasses.

"Who?" She asked.

"What do you mean? Do you not recognize me? We were married for five years before you disappeared."

"Hun," she said hardly making any eye contact with him, "I never disappeared, I've been exactly where I wanted to be. You must be mistaking me for somebody else. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm waiting for my date to arrive, it'd be rude for him to see me talking to another man, especially one claiming to be my 'husband.'"

"But I am your husband! What happened to you Zoe? We were going to have kids, I was going to be a father, and you just left me unannounced."

"Gross, I hate kids, that's why I got my tubes tied. Now can you please leave me alone? You're embarrassing me."

"Tubes tied? You mean you fixed yourself?" it was then Jonathan realized the enormous size if her chest he didn't remember it being so large, "Did you get a boob job too?"

"Uh, rude," she said looking away. "If you say one more word to me I'm going to call the cops."

"Zoe..." Jonathan said.

"Nu uh, one more word and you'll be in handcuffs," she reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. "Now shoo," she waved at him.

Jonathan retreated, he had no idea who that person was. She looked just like Zoe, she sounded like her and everything, but she wasn't Zoe, at least not anymore. And he was right, she was no longer Zoe, inside her body was a man formerly known as Aaron who had stolen her body for the huge fortune she had inherited from her deceased parents. Aaron was a business rival to her father, eventually he had to file for bankruptcy and he blamed his misfortune on Zoe's father. The rest of his life he swore he would take back what was rightly his, so when the moment of their death occurred he became their only child, Zoe. He had run away from her old life to live the life he had always wanted to live with "his fortune", not what Zoe wanted.

Get Used To It

"I can get used to this," Haru said admiring his new busty body. "Plus it's not like this is my first time being inside this body, just the deepest." Michael removed his bra and gazed at his perfect tits. "Fuck, white girls are the best!"

Earlier that day Michael awoke in the body of his mistress. The former corporate executive rolled over expecting to see her missing, and a note in her place.

The note read:

It's over Michael, you got what you wanted out of our secret relationship: sex with a younger hotter woman than your life. Now it's time for me to get what I wanted out of our secret relationship: your money and your life. Better get used to being a woman, because we're through. 

- Cynthia

"Whelp I built myself up from scratch once I moved to America, I can do it again. That bitch just bought me a good 20 years back of my life. But first," he said grabbing a vibrator from her drawer, "I got some other business to take care of first."