Sam was frightened of the power Mr. McMillan now held over her... she had to do something to get out of this, but what? Every day, he would increase her lust and she would be compelled to seek him out and fuck him in order to gain release from the overwhelming urges. It became a game to McMillan... he'd never be in his office anymore, he'd force her to hunt him down, her pussy sopping wet and eager, her nipples achingly hard, impossible to concentrate on anything else. She would be forced to desperately track him down, and then screw his brains out, and he enjoyed every minute of it.
But he only did that once, or at most twice a day. The rest of the time she was free to do her job, and she had secretly requisitioned a lab and equipment for herself. She worked fast, and rebuilt the device that had put her into the body of Denise Brewster in the first place. She wanted to be Denise more than anything, but not like this, not under the merciless control of Mr. McMillan.
It took several weeks, but finally it was done. When it was ready, Sam called Mr. McMillan and asked him to come down to a supposedly empty lab for an unscheduled sexual romp.
"You're learning, aren't you? I don't even need to turn you on with the device anymore, you are eager for it all on your own! I'll be down in 10 minutes."
Sam got everything ready, the machine was warmed up and set to run a series of pre-programmed instructions with the touch of a button. Sam took off her lab coat, revealing pink and purple lingerie underneath... She knew it was his favorite. Finally, the door opened, and in stepped her boss.
"I see you are ready for me," he exclaimed with a broad smile.
"I am indeed," Sam whispered in a sexy voice, and lunged into his arms, kissing him passionately. They groped and fondled each other, him pawing at her silk-encased breasts, she at his crotch. But all the while she was carefully maneuvering him toward the open door of the machine she'd built. With one final kiss, she shoved him into the chamber and slammed the door.
"What are you doing, you bitch? Did you forget what I can do to you?" he said as he pulled out the control pad.
"I haven't forgotten anything," she snarled, then hit the button and jumped into the other chamber. Though she couldn't see him, she felt both her lust and fear begin to increase as her device hummed to life and executed it's programmed commands. Suddenly, Sam was in his McMillan's body, and he was in Denise Brewster's lovely form. The energy of the transference shorted out the control pad in his hands, and it exploded in a shower of sparks as the chamber door swung open.
Sam stepped out and looked to his right... there, Denise's sexy, lingerie-clad body stumbled out of the adjoining chamber, a mix if fear and lust dancing across her face.
"What... what happened? Why am I so scared, and so turned on at the same time? And my voice..." she trailed off and looked down at herself, grasping her tits and feeling her flat crotch through the pink silk panties. "No, no it can't be! I can't..."
"But it is, you're now Denise, and your device exploded... it looks like both the fear and the lust have been activated and can't be turned off, and you get to experience your own medicine."
The beautiful began crying softly. "No, I'll tell someone, they can fix this, I'll get my body back."
"No, you won't. Just as I programmed Denise in my old body to be unable to tell anyone who she was, you'll find that you're unable to communicate your real identity to anybody else... Whenever anyone asks, you'll only be able to say or write your name as Denise Brewster. And I know you were a brilliant man, a scientist yourself, so I made sure you couldn't reverse this yourself either... I eliminated all your schooling past the 8th grade from your mind, and made you nearly illiterate. You'll need to sound out any words longer than 3 or 4 letters. And you don't understand computers at all anymore... you don't even know how to turn one on, they are completely beyond your comprehension."
Mr. McMillan was shocked by what his former body was saying, and she searched her memories... it was true! She couldn't recall ever going to high school, much less university or the 3 doctorate degrees she'd held. And when she looked at all the machinery around the lab, she didn't know what any of it did! "But, I'm Denise Brewster, you can't do this to me!" she sobbed, meaning to say "I'm Frank McMillan" of course, but her tongue just involuntarily switched that to Denise Brewster.
"You forced me to do this, I was happy to be in Denise's body, but I couldn't abide by your control over me. Now you'll see how it felt," Sam stated.
"Please, just fix this!"
"No, what's done is done."
"Then, pl... please fuck me! Oh god, this body aches for you, I have to have be fucked, I need it!" she begged.
"Well, that's one request I can grant," Sam said as he unbuckled his pants. The eyes of the girl on the floor were fixated on his dick, and she licked her pouty red lips in anticipation as she crawled to him and began blowing him. Frank McMillan was horrified at what she was doing, but she knew she had no choice, her new body craved it thanks to the implant he had inserted into her. He'd never realized how powerful, how overwhelming the craving was, but now he knew. No matter how much her mind hated what she was doing, her body over-ruled it and had to have it, like air itself.
