The Curious Art of Joxstrapp - 2 Sex in the Office

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"So, do I get the new position, Sir?"
 

I'm not really into feminine things, but I love the idea of muscular guys being manoeuvred into wearing ladies lingerie when it's not their thing either. This naive Office Junior filled the bra top that his boss persuaded him to wear very satisfactorily, but he didn't shape up so well in the panty department.

That left only one option. 

 

"You'd better bend over the desk, Wilson, and I'll see what I can do". 

 

 

 

 

Late night meetings in the Office are all the rage in some industries.

Dress down Fridays have made matters worse, if anything.

Well, you know what media people are like. 

 

 "I understand you want to discuss my latest projections, Sir" 

 

 

 

You have to pity Jackson, nervously waiting to be called in for his annual assessment with the big boss. Jackson's as straight as a die and strictly conventional. But his colleagues have told him that his poor performance will be overlooked if approaches the boss in the right way. It's a time-honoured tradition. It shows contrition, they said. He did ask them about the zip at the back of the panties, but they assured him it's just there to make them fit a man's shape better. 

 

 

All the company execs had gathered for the launch of the new lingerie line - "Irresistible"

Unfortunately, the agency sent the wrong sort of model to show it, a man, not a woman. 

Luckily, he was a pretty cool guy and agreed to model the range for them anyway. 

The Marketing Director convinced his colleagues that the gimmick would get them 

shed loads of publicity.

 

It did, in a way, because the Sales Director found the garments really were irresistible, 

at least they were when they were worn by a muscular male - well this one anyway.

Unfortunately, the model did resist, very strongly. 

He complained to the press and the offices were besieged by paparazzi.

 

It was all very unfortunate. 

  

I love the 'Franco' eyes! 

 

 

The world of financial trading is a high pressure job with ruthless performance demands.

As a result, partying is necessarily frequent, manic and equally pressurised.

Fortunately, there's always a guy willing to make a fool of himself to give them all a laugh.

If he's a weekend rugby player, it's likely he'll be easily persuaded to don female attire.

 

The combination of skirt and muscular legs can be a blinding revelation for stressed males.

Once the alcohol is flowing, things can get a little bit out of hand. 

And if that hand happens to be the boss's, things can get a little bit tricky.

After all, he's used to getting his own way in matters of performance and reward.

 

 

The morning after the party was very embarrassing for the party maid.

He woke up in a very strange bed, with more recollections than he really wanted. 

 

 

 

Honour had been compromised, of course - on both sides.

So, they both had to do the decent thing.

Take my word for it, it won't last! 

 

~ 

 

Humiliations at work don't always involve feminisation
Joxstrapp takes Office manipulation into realms even I never imagined. 

 

At the baby wear factory, another office party is in full swing .... 

 

 

 

The newest employee was told that as the baby of the organisation, it was his job to usher the New Year in at the office party. He wasn't told about the costume until just before midnight, when it was too late to object. He was severely scolded for not shaving his body hair off and felt unaccountably guilty. 

 

As midnight approached, the other guys pushed him to the front, silence fell and the bells began to chime. The 'Baby' quivered, knowing now that once New Year was in, he would have to kiss everyone in the room. He'd already discovered that the thin fur of his suit didn't offer much protection from groping hands. Watch out for the boss they warned him - and Hutchinson from Accounts, he'll try to get you behind a cupboard. The warning was all very well, but what was he supposed to do about it? 

 

 

Three months later, the Easter tradition was even worse. He never found out what they put in the milk, but when he woke up in his cot, the office was dark and everyone had gone home for the weekend and locked him in. He had to stay there until the long break was over. 

 

He consoled himself with the thought that next year there would be another new boy to suffer the humiliation instead of him.  But, according to what I've heard on the grapevine, there aren't going to be any new hirings this year, the firms cutting back.

 

 

 

"Thank you for trying on the new design of nappy, Carter.

Yes, I will show my appreciation at your remuneration review.  

Now just sit on my desk, will you?  

I want to see how easy it is to change it".  

I love the furry muffs that prevent 'baby boy' from putting his office suit back on.

The guys have probably hidden it anyway. Just for a laugh.

 

 

 Two lads in Marketing were asked to wear onesies for a day.

Just to see how well the fabric would perform in use, you understand.

Wearing nothing underneath, of course, naked like a baby would be.

The boys drew the line at nappies, so skimpy G-strings were provided. 

 

Their getup caused some amusement at the customer meeting, that afternoon,

but the worst bit was getting back to the office and finding it locked. 

No clothes, no car keys, so they had to borrow the bus fare home from the cleaner.

Unfortunately buses are crowded at that time of night, standing room only. 

 

Don't worry lads, there'll be another one along in a minute! 

 

 

 As you might expect at the baby factory, disciplinary procedures were fairly basic.

Dickson had earned a reputation for coming in late and skipping days without explanation. 

A disciplinary hearing offered him the choice of dismissal or a week's 'special detention'.

You know the gag, 'behave like a baby and you'll be treated like one'. 

 

What surprised Dickson was that the 'detention' was not just an extra hour after work, 

but a full week locked in the 'nursery', being fed continuously with milk and sloppy, baby food.

They even woke him up in the middle of the night to feed him and change his nappy. 

That was very necessary because they never let him out, not even when he cried like a baby. 

 

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Art by Joxstrapp at Deviant