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Another long day at the office, another drive home. Even if these days were starting to blend together and things were becoming more and more monotonous, at least things were going terribly. Or at least that is what Cynthia told herself as she drove into her driveway and parked the car. Being in her forties and with a boring job like an issuance agent, there wasn’t much difference that was going on in her life these days. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just boring. Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat and stepping out of the car, she made sure it was locked before walking toward the front door. She did see her daughter’s car parked out front still, letting her know that she hadn’t left for work herself yet. It was always a bit of a damper on her spirits whenever she saw that, knowing that her daughter didn’t go to college and still lives at home with her mother. But there’s only so much that she could do, or could say. She knew just how hard times were lately, and couldn’t just tell her to get her own place or find a better job… Stepping up to the front door, she looked down to see a few pieces of mail and a small box delivered but not yet picked up. Collecting it quickly as she unlocked the door, she was already closing the door behind her and taking off her heels as she called out to her daughter. “Samantha, I’m home now!” She didn’t really expect a reply as she stepped just out of the entryway and toward the kitchen, already looking at the few pieces of mail. Setting her purse down on the kitchen table as she walked in, she put down the mail for now and moved to the cabinet, getting a glass of water from the tap as she heard her daughter yell from the other room. “Ok Mom! I’m almost ready for work!” Not calling back though, she took a drink of water before setting the cup down and returning to the mail. It seemed to be the usual things, a couple of pieces of junk mail and a bill. There was still the package though, and Cynthia didn’t remember ordering anything as she gave the address label a look over. It was actually addressed to her daughter, and from some random website she had never heard of before. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to be ordering strange things off the internet and get them sent to the house, possibly getting her in trouble along with Samantha herself… Of course, while she was an adult now, it’s not like Cynthia had any responsibility over her or anything, but the mother never really saw it that way. As long as Samantha was under her roof, she would have to live by the rules of the house, adult or not. That coupled by the fact that she didn’t always trust her daughter’s judgement left her in a bit of a situation. Part of her wanted to open the box right then and there to see what was inside. Another part of her was saying that it wasn’t hers to open, since she didn’t order it, and Samantha had her own money to spend the way she wanted… But after a moment of thinking, the more nosy part of her own out, moving to get a knife from the kitchen drawer to cut the tape open on the top of the box. Stepping through the hallway and toward the kitchen to greet her mother, Samantha had her work shirt on and the normal slacks that were required as part of the uniform. Phone in hand, she was just sending a message to a couple of friends and not really looking as she turned into the kitchen. “My shift is probably going late tonight. The person who was supposed to close called in sick and they want me to cover. I’m expecting a package, if you could just-” But she stopped midway, finally looking up from her phone and seeing her mother there with the box already half opened. “Mom, what the fuck?” Even just hearing that made the mother clench her fist. She hates when her daughter swears, and she swears so much so often… It was so crass and unladylike, something she shouldn’t be doing no matter what. Yet for some reason, she kept doing it. Even though she told her several times not to or would get angry each time, she just wouldn’t stop. And Cynthia couldn’t handle it. “Why do you always have to swear? There’s no reason to, just use any other word!” Samantha had just learned it was better to ignore it when her mom got on her case about how she spoke. And that wasn’t even really a problem, especially right now. She was completely in her right to be upset, seeing Cynthia opening up a package that was clearly marked for her and snooping around in her business. “You can’t just open my mail like that! I don’t want you looking at all my stuff without permission! It’s bullshit!” “I just said not to swear! Do you even hear yourself?” Even though she was still upset about that, she turned her attention back toward the box, opening it up slowly as she spoke. “And I don’t need you ordering stuff off websites that can get us in trouble! What is even in here that you’re so worried about?” Pulling open the box revealed some bubble wrap surrounding what looked like a plush toy, but not something that Cynthia immediately recognized. Nonetheless, it had red skin, goat hooves and horns and didn’t look particularly inviting. The only thing that crossed her mind on what it could be instantly came out of her mouth. “Is this something satanic?!” The daughter rolled her eyes as she heard that, taking a step into the kitchen and quickly grabbing the plush toy. Looking at it, it didn’t look bad at all, even if it wasn’t exactly matching the way she hoped it had looked. That’s what she got for ordering from a sketchy third-party website though. But it’s not like she could afford the official merch for Helluva Boss either way, not on how her paycheck was.”No Mom, it’s from a show I like. You wouldn’t understand or like it anyway. Why do you even care what I’m buying with my money? It’s just a plush.” Getting a closer look, it did look a little strange. Not like Moxxie like it was supposed to, but instead just like a generic imp. “Because it’s going to be in my house. While you’re here, you’re gonna have to live by my rules.” Even as she was being stern, she didn’t skip a beat in still checking out the rest of the box. Past the last of the bubble wrap, there was still something else inside, what looked like a small black box with a red bow on the top. She picked it up quickly, looking at it and guessing it was some kind of other thing her daughter bought. Not wanting to risk the chance that it got taken from her before she could check what it was, her fingers were already starting to open it. Not reaching to stop it though, Samantha just figured it was some kind of receipt or stickers or something from the website. She hadn’t ordered anything else, and wasn’t expecting anything to be in the box, just letting her mom pull the top off the small box and open it. But inside was definitely not just a piece of paper or stickers, with the very second the lid was off a small amount of black smoke quickly started to grow larger as it came out of the box. Both of them were rather surprised, Samantha being the first to yell out. “What the fuck did you do, Mom?!” “I just opened it! What on earth did you buy?!” The smoke kept getting worse, billowing out more even as she threw the box down onto the kitchen table. It was starting to cloud the room, filling it up rather quickly and making things hard to see. But it didn’t seem to be any normal type of smoke, not making either of them cough or have trouble breathing, nor irritate their eyes or anything. It just seemed to make things cloudy at first as it even seemed to be contained to the room itself, and even more strangely around the two standing in the kitchen. It took under a minute for their vision to be essentially clouded entirely, unable to even see each other standing there regardless of being both in the same room. But it was more than just affecting their vision. Both of them could feel a strange sensation overtaking their body, starting at their throats and inside their chest and working its way outward. Neither really had the chance to process that it was the smoke causing the sensation, the otherworldly black smog starting to permeate their bodies both inside and out while it stayed mostly around the two of them. But as the tingling spread, Cynthia especially was starting to get the feeling that this was no ordinary smoke. Not only from the sensation spreading through her body, but just at how much of it and how quickly it had taken the room. It would have taken a fire at least ten times the size of the small black box to actually cause this much smoke, and it would have left both of them wheezing and coughing. As she kept breathing it in and the sensation kept spreading, she even felt like she almost couldn’t move, like she was stuck in place and unable to get away even if she tried to move blindly. As it seemed like the smoke was starting to get less thick in front of her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel like parts of her were starting to tingle more than the rest of her body. Looking down at herself, she was starting to see something she thought she was hallucinating, bringing her hands up in front of her face as the tips of her fingers were becoming noticeably more pointed. Even her skin was starting to get a deeper red, fingernails disappearing as the heavier tingling was starting to spread up her arms. “What is this?!” No answer came from Samantha just next to her, who was feeling wobbly on her feet even though she couldn’t move. It felt like her toes were being compacted, legs not feeling quite right as she looked down to see her feet turning into two singular points as they seemed to pull together. Where she once had toes there was just one long appendage ending in two small toes, the spot just below her knee pushing backwards into more digitigrade legs as her balance seemed to return very quickly. The same wouldn’t be said about the slacks on her legs, feeling them rip and tear across from the way her legs were now shaping. “Holy shit!” Again, the words were completely lost and not being recognized by her mother, who was still staring at her changed hands as she could feel that strong tingling moving across her chest. She looked down, seeing her shirt somewhat flatten as she felt her breasts starting to sink back into her, at the same time making her shirt feel tighter width wise as her shoulders felt a bit more broad. From there, the feeling was starting to sweep both up and down on her body, while at the same time a sudden feeling of heat was just bubbling up inside her. “Why is this - happening?!” While she was in the middle of speaking, her voice changed slightly as the red skin traveled up her throat. She could feel her vocal cords changing, more masculine and deeper as her hands moved to feel at her shirt and neck. This time, the words did somewhat register for Samantha, but not in the way she expected. It was that change of voice, the way it sounded almost made her think of something she had heard before… But she couldn’t focus on it, not as that same heat was starting to fill up her body, but more radical changes were already taking place as the tingling wave was coming up from her legs. Her balance mostly returned, her legs suddenly got shaky as she let out an involuntary moan, feeling something going on around her crotch. It was pleasurable to be sure, but a completely foreign feeling as part of her body was trying to push out and away from her. Hands instantly going to her crotch, her clit pushed out further, swelling out heavily as a shaft was slipping out with it. Her folds were starting to close, a sack forming as her ovaries were slipping into it, turning into a pair of balls as her hand slowly rubbed over her new length and orbs. She was already getting hard, groping at herself as she could feel the tingling pushing up rather quickly past her waist. With the smoke starting to clear and her vision getting better, Cynthia was having other problems than looking over at her daughter. The exact same sensation was happening for her pussy as well, starting to push out and into a hard, decent sized cock as her hand reached down to it as well. But since the wave was going not just down, but also up, she could feel her jaw changing. Her teeth were getting sharper, changing how they were organized in her mouth as her eyes got larger. As her nose seemed to go away, and started to feel two thick horns sprouting from head, a sensation that instead of being incredibly disorienting was rather pleasurable. Her hair seemed to disappear, part of the skin going white as the rest of it was red, except for a black symbol on her forehead. She felt heavier overall, the thick horns curving backwards before coming to a point, with a pattern alternating black and white along their length. No words came out of her mouth this time, just a soft huff in a voice that wasn’t hers as she continued to fondle at her new length. Samantha wasn’t taking things quite as hard though, one hand slowly pressing along her hard length in her pants as the other was following that tingling wave going up her chest. As her breasts also seemed to disappear into her body, she could feel it spreading down her arms and up toward her throat. Unlike her mother though, it seemed she was getting an idea of what she was turning into, and seemed to be completely on board. “Oh my god! No - fucking way!” Her voice changed almost on a dime, recognizing it as she simultaneously felt her fingers turning into points and her face changing. Hair turning white unlike her mother, her nose still disappeared as her skin across her head turned red. Teeth also growing into points, she had a few small, white dots underneath her eyes like freckles as two large horns seemed to come out from her hair. Curving back and then ending in an upward point, her eyes grew larger and yellow as her head was going a mile a minute. Her memories were being flooded, not changed or suppressed, but just added to as it was like she was living an entire other life in that very moment. A loud rip of her pants getting broken by a long, thin tail shooting out of her back just above her rear, the tip of it ended in a pointed spade looking like a mouse cursor as she seemed to just freeze while her mind was working through everything. Almost simultaneously, another loud rip came from where Cynthia was standing, a very similar tail with a different looking point sprouting from her backside and whipping around in the air. The end did look like a spade, but the tip of it was black instead of red. There were also a couple of small spines in the middle of the tail, making it a definite difference from Samantha’s. Though, this wasn’t something Cynthia was paying attention to at all, especially as the same flood of memories was starting to fill her head at the same time her legs were changing. She had a bit of an easier time keeping balance though, her legs not changing entirely and instead staying straight down. Her feet did change though, just like Samantha’s did and ending in two small toes at the end of a long leg. She stayed as still as an arrow through it, her brain trying to deal with the flood of information just as the black smoke seemed to start to dissipate. It was still there, but seemingly just hazing up the room, and no longer clouding around the two standing there in what seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and awe. After a moment of both seemingly frozen in place, staring off into a space as he felt at themselves, it was like someone flicked a lightswitch as both let out a deep moan at nearly the same time. They both blinked a few times, suddenly turning to look at each other in a dumbstruck moment before the first person to speak broke the silence. Samantha bursted out laughing, looking over her mother with her wide, yellow eyes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! You’re Blitzo?! What the fuck did that website send me?!” Cynthia - or was she still Cynthia? No, she was Blitzo… She USED to be Cynthia, she’s definitely Blitzo now. - He didn’t even wait to open his mouth. “How the fuck is that so hard to believe? I’m the boss of you, you dumb fuck, of course I’m Blitzo!” He was still much taller than Samantha - No, that’s not right… She WAS Samantha, but now that’s Moxxie standing in front of him. - He was still much taller than Moxxie, and it’s not like the situation changed. He was still in charge, and Moxxie was his employee. Moxxie was a bit shocked at what he heard. Not only was it because Blitzo was his mom, but that he was cussing so heavily and easily. It was like a complete turn around. But he was right at the same time, Blitzo was his boss… He stopped laughing at that moment, seemed a bit meek, but still didn’t stop himself from slowly going to grope at his tented pants a bit. “Sorry, sir. It’s just so crazy what just happened! You were just my mom and now you’re Blitzo. And I’m Moxxie! It's like a dream come true!” “I didn’t sign up for this fucking dream, I can tell you that. As usual some dumb shit you did pulled us into some kinda mess I have to clean up.” As Blitzo said that, he let out a slight huff while groping at his own crotch as well, trying to stroke at himself from outside of his pants while his other hand was grabbing at the small black box on the counter. He lifted it up, looking at it from several angles before slamming it on the table. “Oh, fuck it all. I’m too damn horny to deal with this right now. I gotta fuck something…” Even though a part of Moxxie definitely wanted to get to the bottom of the situation too, he couldn’t help but think the same thing. His cock ached so bad as he slowly stroked at it from the outside of his pants, slowly going to use his other hand to start to get his pants off. “I feel it too, sir. I’m rock hard and need to get off…” With his pants pulled open, he fished his hard, dripping length and balls out of his underwear, showing off the red length and openly stroking it slowly. Hearing the words from Moxxie did give Blitzo an idea though. “Well, if you’re horny too I might as well plow your ass so we both get off. I’m the boss anyway, even if I was your mother. Strip, bitch. My cock needs hole now!” A wide grin came across his face as he said that, stepping closer as he was already getting and grabbing at the women’s clothing he had on, even if it barely fit his new frame. Grabbing probably wasn’t the right word though, practically tearing and ripping it off himself until he was completely naked and looming over the smaller imp. His naked body on display, so too was his dick just throbbing in the air and drooling precum onto the ground while his finger pointed to the kitchen table. The look in response from Moxxie was one of mixed feelings. Equal parts surprised, excited, and worried all flashed across his face as he saw that finger pointing and heard the order from his boss as he didn’t feel like he had any other choice but to respond exactly how he figured Blitzo would want him to. “Yes sir…” While he was starting to take off his clothes, all he could think about was the mixture of feelings that both sets of memories were giving him in that exact moment. Part of him saw Cynthia standing there and pointing, the other part of him saw his boss and made him think about his wife Millie… But neither won out, instead the intense need and pleasure still surging through him and the order from his boss were what won the day. His clothes off and showing off his lithe, red-skinned body, he was quick to move over toward that table, going to lean up against it some and slightly raise up that tail to show off his pert rear to Blitzo. There was definitely some blush on his face, feeling both exposed and embarrassed for some reason, even though these would be neither things he would normally be worried about. The thoughts somewhat pushed away as he felt the long, pointed digits grabbing onto his hips. Blitzo didn’t waste any time, rubbing over those hips and quickly pushing his length up against those butt cheeks. He pressed his tip up against them, slipping them just between and already slipping his slick cock head against the smaller imp’s back entrance. “Fuck, I forget that you’re with a girl and don’t get action back here. You’re gonna be so tight. Perfect.” But rather than take it easy as if those words actually meant he should, he just pushed forward rather roughly with a deep moan, hearing the echoed moan from beneath him as he was quickly stuffing his shaft into his subordinate. Both those words and the moan sounded more like they were both an insult and domineering at the same time, making Moxxie slightly slump against the table as he felt his hole spread open by the invading length. It didn’t stop either, getting pushed in deep until he felt the other imp’s sack up against his own, body tightly pressed along his back. But the pleasure was so good. He couldn’t help but also pressed back against it some, wiggling his rear back slightly and earning a soft smack to his ass just before he felt his boss and former mother pull back slowly. Immediately the thrusts started, Blitzo not wanting to spend more time not trying to get his rocks off as the pleasure was definitely only building the longer he let it linger. The tightness around his length felt amazing, cock throbbing strongly while feeling the slight pulsing of those insides against his own dick while it slid back and forth quickly inside Moxxie. His hands stayed on the imp’s hips, holding it tight as he kept pounding. Moans started to fill the room much more, a room that was starting to look a bit hazy to both of their eyes. That black smoke was still in the room, and it seemed like the deeper into their lustful fucking they got, the more it seemed to swirl around them. Though, neither of them seemed to be worried or paying too much attention to it, with Blitzo more focused on his thrusting and Moxxie on how good it felt now that his hole was more accustomed to the length slid inside it. Each new hump forward ended with a soft smack as Blitzo’s hips collided with that red rear, his balls swinging forward and slapping into the other as he went about his rough domineering of the smaller imp. His hands were getting rougher, grabbing and groping at that rear, giving it some soft smacks and squeezes as the soft moans and huffs he got in return were only fueling him to do more. “That’s it, you little bitch! You’re a good cocksleeve, you know that?” Leaning more over Moxxie, he did have to blink a few times as it seemed the table they were on top wasn’t a table anymore. He did recognize it though, his desk at the office with various papers spread across it. Pressing himself a bit more across the desk, the smaller imp just moaned out at those words, reluctant to talk back and say the wrong thing as he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of his boss's cock deep in his ass. “Y-Yes sir!” He squirmed a bit more under those lustful, rough hands as the pounding only got harder while his former mother got more into it still. His eyes wandered toward the walls, noticing that they were seeming to fade away, looking more blurry by the moment before they slipped back in completely different. He could see the windows on either side to the left and right, blinds hanging over them as they were definitely high up and in a place he for sure recognized. It was where he worked after all. Blitzo was feeling more at home too, even if his focus was more on his impending orgasm that was already starting to build. He gave another rough smack to Moxxie’s rear in front of him while thrusting in harder with more shallow thrusts. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cummmmm!” Near the same moment he said that, he shoved that length in one more time as deep as he could, keeping it pressed up against that rear he was ravishing as his orgasm hit. Cum pouring out of his length and into Moxxie, he pressed himself harder over his subordinate, almost pressing him down on the desk with purpose as the black smoke was starting to fade. Feeling the hot seed firing into him, Moxxie also let out a deep moan as he came at the same time. His cum splattered on the front of the desk, length pulsing in the air as he was sandwiched against it by his boss. The relief was instant and sweeping, feeling like that fire that was burning inside him had been released out with his cumshot. He laid still, panting and huffing as he still felt the other length inside him, pulsing and drooling the last of its load into him. Not moving from on top of the smaller imp for a moment, Blitzo was still catching his breath before he did finally get up. He pulled his length out slowly, giving another rough smack to Moxxie’s rear as he did. “Good to know your ass is a great fuck for when I need it. Don’t tell your wife.” Almost chuckling at that note, he slowly moved to look around the room a bit, only now taking it in that they were at the office in Hell instead of in the kitchen at home. Though, now this felt like more at home, more real with the way he looked now. “That kitchen was boring as fuck anyway. And we have a lot to do! I like my job of fucking murdering people more than insurance anyway. That shit sucked!” Getting up from the desk a bit, Moxie slowly looked to see outside the window in the high rise building they worked in, seeing that they were indeed in Hell. It was exactly Blitzo’s office, even if it was a bit strange how they got there. Though, the entire situation was rather strange to start with, the black smoke and all the changes happening to them. At this point, he wasn’t going to do any questioning, and instead looked around to try and find his clothes. They were scattered on the ground just next to the desk, but he didn’t really have time to reach for them before Blitzo was already right up on him again, finger under his chin and making him look up at his eyes. “What are you doing, sir?” “What, I can’t give such a cute little imp a smooch while his ass is dripping with my cum?” Not even waiting for the reply, he already had leaned in further, going to plant his lips on Moxxie’s and shoving his tongue inside that mouth. He even pressed up closer, keeping the kiss going for a bit even as he felt Moxxie’s hand somewhat pushing against him, trying to get the kiss to stop sooner before the kiss was broken by himself. Moxxie was almost gagging, coughing some as he was waving his hand in front of his nose. “What the fuck did you eat, sir? Your breath reeks!” He stepped away, coughing slightly still from the smell lingering in his mouth and wafting up into his nose as he took a few steps back. Almost a bit taken aback by the comment, Blitzo slowly put his hand up toward his mouth, breathing into it and giving it a light sniff before recoiling a bit. “Holy fuck, it smells like I ate out a landfill’s ass! I swear I brushed my teeth this morning. I blame your dumb fucking toy and that black smoke shit!” But almost as soon as he said that, he couldn’t help but feel something odd in his belly at the same moment. He almost went stiff as a board as he suddenly couldn’t help himself, ripping a loud, long fart openly in the air that lasted several seconds before it cut off. The smell in the room was rather trapped too, the door closed and the windows shut tight as well. Of course, Blitzo didn’t really have that much of a problem with it, and even started laughing wildly at Moxxie’s response. Not even waiting for any sort of dismissal, Moxxie ran for his clothes, grabbing them and putting them over his shoulder as he covered his nose while trying not to gag. Cum still dripping from his fucked hole, he quickly opened up a window before dashing to open the door to the office and jolt outside while calling back. “I forgot I have to go meet Millie for a job, don’t worry I got it, bye!” Blitzo was just cracking up laughing the entire time, the imp talking so fast he could barely understand. After a moment of composing himself, he slowly came down from his laughing fit and walked over to pick up his own clothes. “Well that was a hoot. I’ll have to find whoever made that stuff though, might come in handy in a pinch.” Though he was just talking to himself, he did look out the window, thinking of what to do next with everything that happened. Within the course of not even an hour, his life had radically changed, remembering both versions of himself at the same time… He wanted to experience things more, let this be a fresh start, enjoy things as much as he could… “Maybe I should pay Stolas a visit…”