This choice: Another employee's morning routine... • Go Back...Chapter #5Darrell's morning routine... by: Unknown Darrell groaned with muted frustration as he clambered onto a rickety wooden chair and peered up the side of his kitchen cupboard. Standing so tantalisingly close, yet so far at the same time, was his favourite box of Crunchy Nut cornflakes.
A week prior and he wouldn't have given a second thought to the simple task. Now though, with Kiran's petite bod slapped under his face, it was a nigh impossible endeavour.
He'd been at it so long, in fact, that sweat now glistened on his forehead. He made one last desperate attempted to reach upwards only to watch as his peach polished nails just barely brushed the side of the pack.
"F*ck me," he growled under his breath as he clambered off the chair, kicking the floor in frustration.
This problem, and other assorted activities that required him to reach up to high places, had become a recurring one over the past week or so. No wonder why; Darrell was now officially the joint shortest employee employed at the store, a pitiful achievement for someone that'd prided himself on his physical dominance. The irony wasn't lost on him, not at all.
He often wondered how Kiran had lived in such a manner, pondering on whether his younger coworker was enjoying finally being able to do those simple tasks like getting a cereal box from a high shelf. He already knew she was enjoying all the other aspects of the exchange by her own admission. His strong pecs, his toned abs, his...
Darrell winced, a wave of emotion already washing over him. His...d*ck. Oh, how he missed having it throb against his thighs, or worm its way out from his boxers when he ogled the arse of a cute girl. Kiran's pussy was spry and easily excitable, and the orgasms he'd already experienced during his preliminary masturbation sessions were nothing short of breathtaking, but there was something that couldn't match the sheer nostalgia of his original plumbing.
Anyways, as of right now, Darrell was already showered and brushed, ready to work and clad in his Wilko uniform. Well, Kiran's uniform really, but it was his now considering they'd exchanged almost the entirety's of their wardrobes with each other in the days following the swap.
It'd been an awkward interaction to say the least when Darrell and his wife turned up to Kiran's door on the second day after things had settled down somewhat, with Darrell practically breaking down when handing off his prized sneaker collection.
Not to mention that tense moment when, after handing off her share of clothes, Kiran had meekly passed over her own former prized possession: a neon green vibrator, with a whole host of weird buttons and settings Darrell would've rather not known to have existed, not seeing much use for herself anymore. Darrell had found use for it himself only a few hours later, sure, the vibrating plastic feeling just at home within his new insides, but that hadn't made it any less emotional for him.
The transition from male to female clothing hadn't exactly been seamless for Darrell, nor for most of the other male employees that'd had the bad luck to have their heads fastened onto their female counterparts. fashion. Without Alisha's incessant input it was likely Darrell would simply turn up to work in a red polo and plain boxers, if he could get away with it.
Today, for example, she'd implored him to borrow some of the clothes she'd no use for anymore; Darrell grunted hoarsely as he readjusted the skimpy black skirt and lacy leggings she'd repurposed for him, the tight fabric of the latter feeling harsh on his shaven calves while the former dug mercilessly into the crevice of his butt. The only passable suggestion Darrell didn't hate were the stylish pair of ankle wedges strapped onto his feet, only because they boosted him four much needed inches.
She'd often forced him to try 'dressing to his body' in recent days, citing that 'carrying on dressing like a frumpy old man was not only distasteful for the eyes but disrespectful for his figure'. Whatever that meant, he wasn't at all sure. Still, it didn't take much for him to cave to her wants. A quick bout of morning sex seemed to remedy a good deal of Darrell's protests, especially if Alisha let him bring out that fat black dildo they'd purchased from the local sex shop and let him ravage her arse, just like old times.
"Need some help, sugar?"
Darrell groaned audibly as he heard Alisha's now characteristic heavy footsteps plod into the kitchen
It was a rarity for Alisha to be up this early in the morning, but the two of them had already had quite the eventful morning in the bedroom, one that'd no doubt woken up their neighbours in the apartment below. Those old bastards had readily complained about such things in the past, even threatening to report the couple to the local authority a few times.
That was before they'd had their heads sandwiched onto a pair of horny teenage girls volunteering at the bingo hall they frequented though. Nowadays it was Darrell banging on the floor to get them to stop screwing around so late into the night.
Alisha's hair was dishevelled and nappy and dark rims circled her eyes. She yawned loudly as she slowly crept behind Darrell, a pale paw rising to cover her mouth as she did so. Said hand just so happened to be attached to the body of Aaron, Darrell's coworker. An ill-fated trip to greet her spouse had resulted in her towering well over him, much to Darrell's chagrin.
A jagged scar separated the ebony skin from her pale collarbones, indicating where Aaron's head had been forcefully extracted before Alisha's had been forced to grow in its place; a permanent reminder for the couple that the alien invasion had been real and not just a bad fever dream.
Darrell sighed and pushed the chair back into place before plopping himself down onto it. Alisha lay a reassuring palm on his back, gently massaging his shoulders with her firmer grip. Darrell fought the urge to moan- Kiran's body was uber-sensitive, egregiously so. To show Alisha he was turned on right now would mean she would try and take him right there and then, and then there'd be no chance to get to work on time.
"No, but I appreciate the gesture," Darrell murmured monotonously, closing his eyes as he relaxed under his wife's grip.
"Just trying to fulfill my wifely duties," Alicia grinned as she gently patted Darrell on the shoulders and crossed over to the kitchen cabinet he had just been trying to get to. With a flourish she easily lifted the box of cereal from the cupboard.
"...My cute, little short-stack."
Darrell's face flushed red as he snatched the box from her grip. "These cabinets, they're hardly practical..." he muttered under his breath as he strutted over to grab a bowl from another cabinet, bending down to rummage around inside.
"Seem perfectly practical to me."
Alisha smirked as she eyed her husband's cute rear before he came back to the table and poured out a helping for himself.
"Maybe you just need some time to grow to like them."
"F*ck off, Alisha," he groaned, his attention returning to the news as he poured some hot milk over his cereal and began to take long, feverish gulps.
"...It's been a bloody week, babe. Can you just cool it with the 'little' jokes, please?"
"Ooh, feeling feisty today, are we?" Alisha pulled a chair for herself and reclined back in it, her hairy legs angling up to play footsie with her husband's crotch. "Fine, but only because I'm in a celebratory mood."
"Celebratory?" Darrell squirmed slightly due to Alisha's teasing. His vagina was already slick and oozing in anticipation. Still, he stayed resilient and tried not to show any signs of breaking on his face.
"Don't tell me it's your Dad's birthday? That f*cker just..." Darrell paused as Alisha shot him a warning scowl. "...Shows so much love, and empathy, and compassion..."
"Nice save, Romeo," she giggled as she moved her foot away. "No, it's because we have a very important milestone together. Our six-month anniversary, to be exact...!"
Alisha bounded across the table, taking Darrell by surprise as she hoisted him out of the seat. Her arms had soon wrapped around his waist and she began bobbing side to side, humming their wedding song. Darrell giggled and soon echoed her movements, his neck craning upwards to look her in the eye.
"Oh, six months already?" he said. "Bloody hell, it's felt like a decade."
Suddenly, he gasped as she hoisted him into the air once again. His legs moved instinctively, his thighs gripping to Alisha's midriff. Apparently Alisha had wanted this as she chuckled as they came face to face. She leaned in and they shared a passionate kiss. They continued making out, with Alisha pushing his smaller body onto the wall. Darrell gasped as one of Alisha's hands wormed it's way to his groin, probing his dripping slit.
"Alisha, you dirty cow!" Darrell moaned, "I've got work to go to..."
"F*ck your work," she smirked. "I haven't...*smooch*...begun to talk about...*smooch*...my plans for tonight..."
"Oh yeah? Plans like what?"
"Well, I've got us reservations at that Italian restaurant I like," she smiled as Darrell's tiny fingers wormed their way into her boxers, gripping Aaron's engorged meat. "...Before that we'll go sightseeing at the museum, something for you. Then afterwards we'll come home, maybe down a few too many glasses of wine, and, well...we'll see what happens."
"Can't...*smooch*...wait."
Darrell tapped Alisha's back, eliciting a frustrated groan from her before she gently let him down.
"But seriously, I've got work to do."
"I know, I know..." Alisha tutted as she fixed his collar. "My responsible, little man."
"I'll gouge your f*cking eyes out with these, Alisha," he chuckled, baring his polished nails as he grabbed his bag.
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