Jack’s fingers trembled as he uncapped the vial, the soft click echoing in the sterile silence of Demi’s lab. The serum inside shimmered under the fluorescent lights, a liquid that promised transformation—and power. He couldn’t resist. After all, it was just another way to stay ahead in the cutthroat world of fashion. But he didn’t see her—now him—watching from the shadows, lips curled into a smirk.
“Drink up, Jack. Let’s see how you like being on the other side,” Damian’s voice purred, low and menacing, as Jack felt the cool liquid slide down his throat.
The change was immediate, a searing heat that coursed through Jack’s veins like liquid fire. His body convulsed as the serum took hold, reshaping him from the inside out. His once broad shoulders narrowed, his strong arms shrinking until they were slender and delicate. Muscles that had been honed through years of power suits and boardroom battles melted away, leaving behind a fragile frame that felt alien to him. He gasped as his chest began to swell, the fabric of his shirt tightening uncomfortably until it strained against the soft curves now forming beneath it. His hips widened, reshaping his silhouette into something undeniably feminine. It was as if his body was being sculpted by an unseen hand, carving away the man he had been and replacing him with someone entirely new.
Jack stumbled, his legs suddenly unsteady as his center of gravity shifted. His tailored suit, once a symbol of his authority, now hung loose and awkward on his petite frame. The sleeves pooled around his wrists, and the waistband of his pants sagged ridiculously low. He reached for his face with trembling hands—hands that were now small and delicate, their fingers long and graceful, nails perfectly shaped. His mind reeled at the sight of them, but before he could fully process what was happening, Damian’s grip closed around his wrist. The strength in that grip was undeniable, a stark contrast to the frailty of his own body now.
“What… what did you do to me?” Jack gasped, his voice higher, softer, almost unrecognizable. He tried to pull away, but Damian’s hold was unyielding, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of Jack’s wrist.
Damian smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he leaned in closer. “I told you, didn’t I? Welcome to your new life.” His voice was low, menacing, yet laced with a cruel amusement that made Jack’s stomach churn. Damian’s free hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair—hair that was now longer, silkier, framing a face that was undeniably feminine—away from Jack’s eyes. “Or should I say… welcome to your new self, Jackie.”
Jack—no, Jackie—staggered back, her legs wobbling as she tried to steady herself. The weight of her new body felt foreign, her balance thrown off by the unfamiliar curves and proportions. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, the movement only emphasizing the swell of her breasts beneath the loose fabric of her shirt. She looked down at herself, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the full extent of the transformation. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be real. But the evidence was right there in front of her, undeniable and horrifying.
Damian released her wrist, but his presence loomed over her like a shadow, exuding dominance and control. He stepped back slightly, his gaze raking over her new form with a mixture of triumph and hunger. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of possessiveness. “But then again, I always knew you would be. The serum does… remarkable things.”
Jackie stumbled backward until her back hit the cold wall of the lab, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She tried to speak, to demand answers, but the words caught in her throat. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, but beneath it all was a strange, unsettling sensation—a spark of something she couldn’t quite name. She hated it, hated him, hated what he’d done to her. But as Damian stepped closer again, that spark flickered brighter, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was any part of her that would ever feel like herself again.
Damian’s smirk widened as he stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Jackie’s petite, trembling form. “Welcome to your new life… Jackie,” he purred, his voice a low, velvet rumble that sent shivers down her spine. The way he said her name—her new name—felt like a brand, searing itself into her very identity. His dark eyes roamed over her helpless figure with a mix of triumph and possession, as if he were admiring a work of art he had meticulously crafted. She tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in her throat, choked by the overwhelming reality of what he’d done to her.
He reached out, his large hand cradling her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her soft, newly delicate cheek. “The serum did exactly what it was supposed to do. Look at you—so beautiful, so submissive. This is who you were meant to be.” The words cut through her like a knife, slicing away the last remnants of Jack’s arrogance and leaving behind only confusion and a gnawing, unspoken fear. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something else in his eyes—something darker, more personal—but it was gone before she could decipher it.
Damian released her chin and took a step back, his hands resting on his hips as he surveyed her with a predator’s satisfaction. “This is just the beginning, Jackie,” he said, his tone casual yet laced with an undercurrent of menace. “I have so many plans for you, so many ways to make you understand just how much you’re mine now.” He gestured toward the mirror on the wall, and she turned her head reluctantly to see her reflection staring back at her. The woman looking back was a stranger—soft curves, wide eyes, lips slightly parted in shock. Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch her face, half-expecting it to be a mirage, but the smooth skin beneath her fingertips was undeniably real.
“You’re going to learn your place,” Damian continued, stepping closer again until his chest was nearly pressed against her back. His presence was overwhelming, his warmth radiating through her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And once you do, you’ll realize how much you love it. How much you need it.” His breath brushed against her neck, sending an involuntary shiver through her body, and for a moment, she hated herself for how her pulse quickened at his words.
He straightened, his hand sliding down her arm to take hers in a firm grip. “Come on,” he said, pulling her toward the door. “We have so much to do, so much to explore. And I want to see just how far this transformation goes.” Jackie stumbled slightly as he led her forward, her heels clicking awkwardly against the floor. She wanted to resist, to pull away and demand answers, but her body betrayed her, obeying his command without question. As they walked out of the lab and into the dimly lit hallway, Damian’s grip tightened slightly, a silent reminder of who was in control.
“Welcome to your new life,” he repeated, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “Don’t worry, Jackie. I’ll take good care of you.” And though the words should have been comforting, they only made her heart pound harder with a mix of fear and something she refused to name. But deep down, she knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now.
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The fashion event was a blur of flashing cameras and whispered gasps. Jackie clung to Damian’s arm, her heels clicking against the marble floor as they entered the gala. Her dress—tight, silken, and scandalously low-cut—drew every eye in the room. She felt their stares, their judgments, their desires. Damian’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, guiding her through the crowd.
“Smile, Jackie,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against her ear. “You’re my trophy now.”
She forced a smile, her heart pounding as strangers approached, their compliments laced with condescension. “What a stunning couple,” one woman cooed, her eyes lingering on Jackie’s curves. “Damian, where did you find such a beautifulaccessory?”
Jackie’s cheeks flushed, but Damian just chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, she’s more than just an accessory. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Her voice caught in her throat as she nodded, her body reacting to his tone—commanding, dominant. She hated how her pulse quickened at his words, how her knees weakened under his gaze. She hated how much she liked it.
Damian’s presence was overwhelming, a force that demanded her submission even as her instincts screamed to resist. His hand on her lower back was warm and possessive, a constant reminder of her new place in his world. She could feel the weight of his gaze, sharp and predatory, as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “You belong to me now, Jackie,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with authority. The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of fear and something darker, something she didn’t want to name.
And yet, she thought, how could she not? His dominance was magnetic, pulling her in like a moth to a flame. His every touch, every word, seemed to strip away another layer of defiance until there was nothing left but raw, unfiltered obedience. She hated how her body responded to him—how her pulse quickened, how her breath hitched when his fingers traced the curve of her hip. She hated how much she wanted it.
The crowd around them faded into a distant hum, their voices drowned out by the intensity of Damian’s presence. He shifted slightly, his chest brushing against her back, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. “Look at them,” he said, his voice a silken purr that coiled around her like a snake. “They see you, but they can’t have you. You’re mine.” His grip tightened, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers. Her cheeks burned as she glanced around, catching the envious stares and hungry glances of the guests. She felt like a prize on display, a trophy that Damian had claimed for himself.
But it wasn’t just about ownership—it was about control. Every word, every touch, was a reminder of just how powerless she was against him. And yet, that powerlessness was intoxicating in its own way. It stripped away the burden of choice, leaving her free to surrender completely to his will. When his lips brushed against her ear again, whispering promises she couldn’t quite hear, she felt her knees weaken and her resolve crumble.
“You’re perfect like this,” he said, his tone softening just enough to make her chest ache. “Don’t fight it, Jackie. Embrace it.” For a moment, she wanted to protest, to tell him she wasn’t just some obedient doll for him to mold. But the words died on her tongue as his lips brushed against hers, a fleeting caress that left her breathless.
She hated how much she craved his touch, how her body arched toward him like a flower reaching for the sun. Hated it, and loved it all at once. The serum had changed more than her body; it had rewired her mind, her desires, until she could no longer separate what she wanted from what he wanted. And as Damian pulled her closer, his dominance wrapped around her like a cloak, she knew there was no going back.
The crowd around them seemed to blur, their voices fading into the background as Damian tightened his grip on her waist. “Look at them,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “They all want you, but they can’t have you. You’re mine.” Jackie’s cheeks burned as she glanced around, catching the envious stares and hungry glances of the guests. She felt like a prize on display, a trophy that Damian had claimed for himself. And yet, the way he spoke, the way he touched her—it ignited a fire deep within her that she couldn’t extinguish.
She tried to focus on the music, the glittering chandeliers, anything to distract herself from the way her body betrayed her. But Damian’s hand slipped lower, grazing the curve of her hip, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. He chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “You’re already so sensitive,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Wait until I’m finished with you.”
Jackie’s heart raced as he guided her toward a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You’re perfect like this,” he said, his tone softening just enough to make her chest ache. “Don’t fight it, Jackie. Embrace it.” For a moment, she wanted to protest, to tell him she wasn’t some obedient doll for him to mold. But the words died on her tongue as his lips brushed against hers, a fleeting caress that left her breathless.
She hated how much she craved his touch, how her body arched toward him like a moth drawn to a flame. Hated it, and loved it all at once. The serum had changed more than her body; it had rewired her mind, her desires, until she could no longer separate what she wanted from what he wanted. And as Damian pulled her closer, his dominance wrapped around her like a cloak, she knew there was no going back.
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Later, in the privacy of Damian’s penthouse, Jackie tried to ignore the heat pooling between her thighs as he watched her strip out of the dress. His eyes burned with hunger as he stepped closer, his hands sliding over her newly sensitive skin.
“Look at you,” he growled, spinning her around to face the mirror. “Fucking perfect.”
She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. His lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking until she moaned, her head falling back against his chest.
“Do you feel it yet?” he whispered, his hand slipping between her legs. “The serum’s still working its magic. Making you even more… responsive.”
Her breath hitched as his fingers found her damp folds, teasing her in slow, deliberate strokes. “Y-yes,” she whimpered, her hips moving on their own, desperate for more.
“Good girl,” he purred, turning her around to face him. “You’re learning your place so well. Time for your reward.”
He pushed her to her knees, his cock already hard and throbbing as he freed himself from his pants. Jackie hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The serum had done its work—his precum was sweet, addictive, and she couldn’t get enough.
"That’s it," Damian groaned, his voice thick with desire as his fingers tangled tighter in her hair, pulling her closer. "Take it all, Jackie. Show me what a good little slut you’ve become."
Her lips stretched around the thick girth of him, her tongue swirling and teasing as she took him deeper, the taste of him filling her senses. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with a mix of pleasure and submission that made her ache for more. The serum had done its work well—she was hyper-sensitive, her body responding to his every command as if it were second nature. Her moans were muffled as she obeyed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with a desperation that surprised even herself.
"That’s my girl," Damian growled, his hips thrusting forward slightly as he leaned into her mouth. His dominance was overwhelming, his control absolute, and it only made her crave him more. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, watching her every move, every bob of her head, every flick of her tongue. It was intoxicating, the way he commanded her, the way she melted for him. Her hands trembled as they rested on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she focused on pleasing him, on earning his approval.
She needed it. She needed his praise, his touch, his dominance. It was like a drug, and she was addicted. Her body was no longer her own—it was his, completely and utterly. And she loved it. Loved the way he held her hair, the way his voice sent shivers down her spine, the way he filled her mouth so completely. She was his perfect creation, his obedient little slut, and she reveled in it.
Damian’s grip tightened, pulling her back slightly as he slowed her pace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with deliberate slowness. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and raw. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze as he stared down at her, his expression dark with desire. "You belong to me, Jackie. Every inch of you is mine. Never forget that."
She nodded weakly, her lips still wrapped around him as she continued to suck and lick, her body trembling with need. "Good girl," he purred, his voice softening just enough to make her chest ache with something deeper than submission—something she didn’t want to name. But it was there, glowing faintly beneath the surface.
And then he was thrusting again, harder this time, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pushed himself deeper into her throat. "Take it," he growled, his voice rough and commanding. "Swallow it all, Jackie. Show me how much you love being mine."
She did.
Jackie’s transformation was more than just physical—it was psychological, a deep rewiring of her very essence. But Damian’s satisfaction wasn’t just about her submission; it was personal. He had once been Demi, Jack’s ex-lover, and the memories of their past still burned in his mind.
Demi had always hated Jack’s arrogance in the bedroom, his need to dominate, to control. She’d felt like a pawn in his games, a trophy to be paraded and discarded. The serum she’d been developing was supposed...
