FSE

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“Hey, uh, you see that email last night?" George asked Henry while the pair were riding the elevator to their floor. George, the larger of the pair, clutched his briefcase tightly while wearing his usual business attire consisting of a button white shirt and a red-green striped tie. It matched the pale skin of his neck and freckled face. Buzzed red hair matched his stocky physique.

Henry, George's longtime coworker and friend, stood much shorter and skinnier beside him. Dressed similarly, he filled less of his outfit with a scrawny frame but possessed a terrific explosion of black curls atop his scalp, dark and thick like his eyebrows. His Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped. “Uh, yeah. I did."

George chuckled uneasily. “What, uh… What you think of it?"

What did Henry think of it? He thought a lot of things, few of which he could express aloud, even in the company of a friend. “I think it's someone pulling a weird prank, that's what I think it is."

George shook his head in disbelief. “Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. But like… why? Out of all things to type up and send to so many people, and only the people on our floor. It doesn't make any sense. I kept reading it over and over, just trying to make sense of it." George's pale cheeks turned red. He realized his face was getting hot at the memory of sitting in front of his computer, eyes flitting across every line of that bizarro-erotic text. Big bouncy breasts, big bouncy breasts, big bouncy breasts, he recalled. “I mean, it just went on and on."

“Yeah, I know." Henry was blushing too. He looked over at the stainless-steel wall of the elevator on his left so that George wouldn't see him. His blurred reflection stood there looking back at him dully. He wasn't about to admit how long he had spent rereading the email himself, trying to decipher it as well as break himself out of its repetitive chants. Lurid descriptions, raunchy words, arousing imagery, nothing you'd encounter in any regular work email. Henry chuckled to himself, partly to shake off the thought. “I wonder what Zeke and Sarah think about it."

“Oh shit. I didn't even think about them. I don't know." He looked at Henry. “Think they'll be offended?"

“Offended? No, I don't think so. At least not Zeke. He jokes about being a skunk all the time. Sarah… I don't know. She seems too cool to be bothered too much by that stuff, but like…" Henry gulped again. “Like, we won't know until we get there. I emailed Lawrence."

George looked at him. “Oh yeah?"

Henry shook his head. “Never heard back. I don't know what's up."

It was George's turn to gulp. He looked forward at the elevator doors, their center slit ready to unveil whatever awaited them on floor 23. “Yeah, me neither."

The red digital number on the panel climbed. 20. 21. 22. 23. Ding. The elevator slowed to a halt, and the doors opened to reveal the accounting floor where George and Henry worked. Bright white tiles on the floor and ceiling made for a blindingly bland environment, not helped by the dull gray cubicle walls that divvied the floor up into workspaces. Various species were at work at their desk or moving about, delivering documents and whatnot. The first thing both men looked at was the head office directly across from them. That's where Lawrence, their boss, should've been with his big mahogany desk and shelves loaded with memorabilia. Instead, it was totally empty, nothing but the desk and an office chair to indicate that it had ever been occupied. Henry and George stepped out of the elevator and into the office, their stomachs tight with anticipation and doubt, the lines from the email reiterating in their minds. They made their way to their desks, and the elevator doors closed behind them.

Their cubicles were opposite one another, straddling one of the central aisles that ran down that half of the office floor. Along the way they passed Sarah's desk. She was one of two resident skunks who worked in the accounting department. Tall and athletic, she filled out a sleek, navy blue business suit with firm curves and an ample bottom that filled out most of her office chair. A long, luxurious skunk tail with a snowy topside curled in the air behind her, cresting well over her head. Neatly brushed platinum hair fell about an astute visage, a single black highlight that ran down her bangs accentuating the emerald color of her eyes.

She was deep in some paper that she was holding up when Henry and George passed. She spotted them and chirped. “Hey!"

Henry, the closer of the two, jumped a little. “Hey! What's up? Good morning."

“Good morning," Sarah said. She was visibly excited about something, her typically nonchalant gaze wide and sparkling as she looked up at the two men. “Did you see that weird fucking email corporate sent last night?" That answered George's question. Yes. She was offended.

“Y-yeah, we did," Henry stammered. He shook his head. “I have no clue what that was about."

“It's fucking weird is what it is," Sarah said. “I mean… Who? And why? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

“That's what we thought," George said. “We, uh…" He cleared his throat. “Did you read it?"

Sarah scoffed and slumped back into her chair. “Of course I read it. Really wish I hadn't. Probably some idiot making fun of us because me and Zeke are on this floor. If I find out who sent it, I swear to God…" She let the threat hang there like the blade of a guillotine.

Henry's face felt like it was in an oven. George was behind him hiding his own blushing cheeks. The image of the lovely Sarah reading such smut struck a chord in them both. “Yeah, this is ridiculous," Henry said, trying to remain cool.

“Has anyone seen Lawrence?" George asked, looking towards the abandoned office where their boss would usually be on the phone already.

“No," Sarah said grimly. She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “If he's really gone, I hope they're not replacing him with who they said they'd replace him with." George and Henry did not respond. They weren't so sure if they agreed.

“Hey there! Good morning, y'all." The spritely voice came from behind George and Henry, startling them both. They whipped around to see Zeke, the other skunk who worked on that floor. He was the youngest out of everyone, but by far the largest, sporting a physique that filled most of the aisle with his muscle-laden shoulders. Huge, beefy arms hung out of his shirt sleeves with giant paws like clubs. He had a young, grizzled face made boyish by his bubbly blue eyes and toothy smile. Shaggy, unkempt white hair fell about his head. A big skunk tail hovered behind his back with disheveled fur and a single, broad white stripe that covered most of it and his back. Butting himself into the conversation like he always did, George and Henry made room for him in the aisle. “Y'all talking about what I think you're talking about?"

The group confirmed with some awkward yeah's and yeses. Zeke's eyes lit up like fireworks. “That's fuckin' crazy right? Like, I didn't think it was real even while I was reading it." Another flare up between the two humans. Being between the two skunks, especially while being so close to Zeke, had them both ready to faint (Musky, manly skunk meat). Their gazes traveled to Zeke's groin before snapping back to his face. He didn't seem to notice and continued with his excited rant. “Is it a joke? Is someone upstairs losing their mind? Is Lawrence really gone? Is a chick like that really coming in here?"

The image Henry and George had concocted crashed into their heads like a meteor. They saw her, heard her, and smelled her as if she was already there. Big, bouncy breasts. Musky, manly skunk meat. Good girls swallow. Good girls eat out. Henry's hand went to his chest as his heart started to pound. George was turned all the way from the group, praying that no one would see the growing tent in his britches. He couldn't dilly in the aisle much longer. He had to make a quick retreat to his desk further along, away from where his mephitine coworkers would corrupt his mind obliviously.

Henry managed to stay, if a tad shaky. “I dunno. I guess we'll see. I'm gonna… I'm gonna go to my desk now."

“Yeah, alright," said Zeke who turned to do the same. “See you around." Then he made his way to his own workstation with his back to Henry, those big, stony buttocks grinding away in the seat of his slacks.

Henry spun in the opposite direction, blushing hard and bugging his eyes. Juicy, round skunk butts. Juicy, round skunk butts. He all but dashed to his cubicle which was directly across the aisle from George's. The two friends were buried in their computer screens and tacking away at their keyboards, desperate to drown their thoughts out with work.

The elevator doors opened, and though George and Henry were both far away and secluded within their jungle of cubicles, they were both made instantly aware by the great aura which flooded free from those splitting steel slabs. Their postures snapped hard enough to rattle their chairs. The deep inhales that flared their nostrils brought with them an electric current that crackled the flesh and brought about gooseprickles. Heavy, strong, enough to make the eyes water, everyone in the office recognized the smell of sexual arousal.

A great hush took over the floor, keyboards going silent, phone calls falling flat. The sound of high heels on tile clopped through the void, striking something like hysteria into everyone nearby. Those who could see her followed with their eyes as she tracked towards the empty manager's office. Henry and George heard the door open, then close. All was quiet again, but that dank smell of coitus lingered without waning.

Henry sat in his chair with his fist clamped over his heart. Big, bouncy breasts. Musky, manly skunk meat. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. He was about to hyperventilate. It pulled more of that luxurious stink, singing the insides of his lungs and clinging to the back of his throat like a stain. Fire burned at his cheeks. The densest erection tented his slacks, forcing him to pull at the crotch just to relieve some of the pressure.

“You smell that?" asked George from the other side of the aisle. He was in a similar state, pulled away from his computer with his legs in a haughty man spread.

Henry had to fight to catch his breath and contain his pulse. “Fuck yeah, I do. Fuck. That's some-" He recalled Sarah just a few blocks away. “That's something else," he whispered.

Then something appeared out of the aisle, panning into view from the peripheral of his cubicle. For a terrifying moment he thought it was her. (Big, bouncy breasts. Musky, manly skunk meat. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt) But it was Sarah. She was holding a fist in front of her bosom, not looking at either Henry or George. She was looking over George's cubicle, over towards the manager's office. Her skunk tail had lost its neatly groomed, lustrous texture, but had poofed into a great plume of black and white. She stood there for a few moments, craning for a better look and not saying anything.

George couldn't get a read on her. She wore an expression mixed with what he thought was hope and curiosity. “Did you see anything?" he asked.

Sarah jolted hard. Neither man had so much as entered her perception. “What?" she asked, nigh in a panic.

“Did you see anything?" George repeated, more calmly this time.

She settled down. “Oh. No, I didn't."

“It's got to be her," Henry said grimly. “The email wasn't kidding."

“I think she's in the office," Sarah said. “I'm… going to have a word with her." She straightened her posture and pulled her skirt down by the hem. “See if she's anything like that email said she is. I hope not." Then she stomped off, her shoes clopping on the tiles in a veil of authority.

George and Henry both shared a look before standing up and watching Sarah march her way to the manager's office. Other people were watching too on the other side of the floor. Zeke was among them, looking flabbergasted while Sarah knocked on the door.

The distant voice of a woman answered. “Come in~" A second of pause as Sarah seemed to hesitate. Then she opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door behind her.

A voice in George and Henry's head was screaming. Go look. Go look now. Go see her big, bouncy breasts. Breathe in the marvelous musk. But the unexplainable fear of what they might find kept them planted in their seats. It was Zeke who came zooming over to their side of the floor. The others sat down and murmured to each other, no doubt titillated by what they'd seen. Zeke's eyes were ready to bug out of his skull. He barged into the aisle and ducked inside the space between George and Henry's cubicles. “Did you see that woman?" he hissed.

Henry shook his head hard, whipping the curls around on his head. “No!"

“Is it her?" George asked.

Zeke gawked at him. “The lady from the email? No, it can't be." A dagger of disappointment dug into the men's hearts. Zeke continued, “'Cause the lady who just walked in is way fucking sluttier than what the email described."

Just like that, hopes were rekindled. “Really?" asked a beaming Henry. “Did she have big, bouncy breasts?" The second the question left him, a fat knot of embarrassment tied itself in his throat. What the fuck? Did I really just ask that? Worse was how genuinely enthralled he sounded, almost like a kid finding out they were about to get a puppy.

Zeke seemed to think it was a joke, because he just laughed and nodded with sincerity. “Hell fuckin' yeah she did. Way bigger than I thought they'd be. I could've hidden from the rain under those things. Her jacket looked ready to explode. I don't want to be in front of that button if it snaps."

It was George who flopped straight onto the hype train, his eyes sparkling. “And her ass? Was it big too?" Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. Henry was leaning forward in his chair, equally desperate for confirmation.

“Like you wouldn't fucking believe," Zeke said. “Like she was smuggling two globes in her skirt. Fuck. And her thighs too. I…" He ran both paws across his shaggy white hair, sleeking it back on the roots and then letting it flop back into a curtain. “I wouldn't even know what to do with all that ass, and that's coming from me." Zeke's playful habit of acting tough put that in perspective, shocking Henry and George into silence.

George spoke up eventually. “What about…" He stopped, not wanting to say it out loud. Henry knew where he was going, because he was headed there too.

“What about what?" Zeke asked. He seemed out of breath over how excited he was with this woman. His paws were on his knees, wrenching the fabric of his pants.

George gulped. He couldn't say it. “What about her tail?"

“Her tail?" Zeke pouted his lip and shrugged. “I mean, as big as any skunk's. Maybe as big as Sarah's and mine, but you'll excuse me for not paying too much attention to that part of her."

George chuckled nervously. “Nah, I get it. I wanna see her too." His hand was on his desk, curled into a claw with the nails ready to dig into the faux wood. “Bad. Real bad."

Zeke stood upright, flattening his shirt against his massive pecs. “Yeah, you will soon enough, I think." His eyes found the office. “We'll all get our fill of her soon enough, that's for sure." Henry and George prayed to God that he would be right. Zeke gave a brief wave goodbye, then left for his side of the office. Henry and George shared one brief look before spinning in their chairs back to their computers, once again trying and failing to get lost in their work.

The manager's office door opened. A pair of footsteps walked out onto the floor, one headed towards George and Henry's side, the second in the opposite direction. The two men kept their faces glued to their screens listening to the slow, timid footfalls of someone trudging down their aisle. George dared to peek over his shoulder and saw Sarah making her way to her cubicle. Her posture was straight like someone had jammed a stick up her ass. She stared ahead blankly, that tail of hers still in a floof. The smell of sex clung to her and wafted about like she herself had been the recipient, no longer just hanging in the air with all its suffusive tyranny. “Sarah?" said George. “You OK?"

Sarah blinked and looked at him. “Yeah! Yes. Everything's… fine. Everything is just…" She lifted her paw and tugged at the front of her shirt, partly untucking it from her skirt. Everything else was still in neat order but seemed ready to burst off because she was so high strung.

Henry was looking at her too. “How's the new boss?" he asked, eager for another description of the new skunkette.

But he was disappointed by her barebones description. “She's… something, alright. Not quite Lawrence, but… she's interesting." Her eyes fell on Henry, the memory of whatever she had experienced in that office resonating with him. “I think you boys will like her."

That put a knot in both men's throats. “Y-yeah," stammered George. “Zeke came over and told us what she looked like."

Sarah just nodded. She was back to staring off into nothing. “I bet he did." Then she continued her gormless march to her cubicle into which she disappeared and remained silent.

Henry and George shared a look. Henry mouthed the word 'What' to which George could only shrug and shake his head. I don't know. Their new manager's presence on the other side of the room weighed on them. Her footfalls sounded much closer than they were. Were they getting closer? Neither man knew. It was George who gulped hard and peeked over his cubicle like a soldier gazing into no-man's land. The manager's tail was risen over the yonder set of cubicles like a shark's fin knifing through the waves. It was tall and pompous with black and white fluff, but it was all he could see of her. Even someone who's short would stand over the cubicle walls. She's probably bent over (getting fucked) talking to someone.

Then she stood up. George caught a glimpse of her hair, a great saddle of white luster. Then came the top of her face and the white skunk strip that divided it. Her eyes shot across the floor, and George quickly plummeted back into his seat, heart leaping out of his chest.

“Did you see her?" Henry demanded.

“Ahh… Not really. I saw her tail. She stood up. I…" Why am I so worried if she sees me? I'm going to see her anyway. Am I embarrassed? Why am I so flustered right now?

Snapping him out of his thoughts were approaching footsteps, undeniably getting closer this time. With it was that miasma of sexual funk, dragged along like some protective shield. But this shield did not repel, it attracted with a force ready to peel them out of their seats and make them dive face-first right into the source. Musky, manly skunk meat. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. What semblance of dignity and self-control they had left kept them in place and facing their computers which had remained untouched ever since the manager's arrival. They heard her in the aisle. She came closer, then came to a stop in the space between George and Henry's spaces. Neither of them looked. The time passed with an icy dread dripping down their backs, her presence like a predator waiting to pounce on them.

“Hey boys~" cooed a sultry voice. It melted them to the core all at once, and together they turned their seats around to see their new boss for the first time.

The very instant they saw her the entire email was recited in their minds verbatim, rolled through with all the mechanical precision of a tickertape. Big, bouncy breasts swelled the fabric of her white shirt and navy-blue blazer, neither of which helped cover an endless trench of soft white cleavage in which they could imagine a heavenly softness brushing their faces and whisking them to sleep. A bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt ready to crash through the floor should she tumble backwards blew out inside her skirt with equal audacity, topping cellulite-dappled thighs the size of wine barrels. They slimmed into surprisingly strong-looking calves and sleek, black heels in which her dainty feet were cradled to add even more height. A small, round face with huge, plump cherry lips was framed by her hair which was visibly upheld by an expensive spray. That big skunk tail of hers craned out of the slot in her skirt, the tip curled into a plush swirl. Amber eyes regarded the two men with all the sauce and sass of a woman who knew how to control the environment around her. Judging by how these two boys were gawking at her, it was going to be easy. “My name's Matilda. I'll be your new boss here in accounting. May I have your names?" Her voice was breathy, sung from the very depths of her throat. A sultry, molten bliss melted down the necks of each man for every second they heard it.

There was trouble answering her question. The air was thick with that sex smell which radiated off her like the heat of a bonfire. Their own fires raged in their pants, a fat boner raging against the thigh without subtlety or stealth. With laps wide open for her to see, they sat with their mouths agape and on the verge of drooling. Neither man able to speak up first, she turned directly towards George. “You, sweety. What's your name?"

Seeing that titanic bosom pivot in his direction made George recoil away as if it would crash into him. Finally, he could close his mouth and talk, but could not rip his gaze from that fathomless trench that was her cleavage. He knew what Zeke meant when he said he didn't want to be in front of her in case her jacket buttons popped; they were fighting for their lives. Big, bouncy breasts. Big, bouncy breasts. “G-George, ma'am."

“George, it's very nice to meet you." Suddenly she bent over into his workspace, making George think that she would come over and smother his face with her cleavage. He leaned back in his chair, but there was nowhere to go than the edge of his desk. That raunchy sex smell was hurled at him full force, gluing itself to the surface of everything inside his cubicle including his clothes and skin. His penis throbbed inside his pants, lifting visibly as if clamoring for Matilda's attention.

Henry fared no better. He was behind Matilda as she bent over, serving the man a front row seat to the titanic screen that was her ass-stretched skirt. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. The hem crept up the back of her legs, exposing more of those luscious thighs he wished to clamp his head with. So soft, so thick. That smell billowing out from inside her skirt had him drawn to the edge of his seat close enough to her ass that his eyes became glossy. His jaw hung open. Manly, musky skunk meat. All he had to do was reach out and lift her skirt. Just a peek wouldn't hurt.

Matilda was apparently oblivious to the rapture her ass had on Henry, instead focused on the freckled fellow in front. “Have you been working here long, George?" she asked. Her paws came to her knees which drew the elbows into the flanks of her breasts, further squeezing them out of their shirt and out towards George. He couldn't stop staring at them. Her nipples, no doubt huge, were but a sliver away from revealing themselves out of the top of her shirt and blazer. George had no doubt that if she took the blazer off that he would see the teats bleeding through her shirt and bra like high beams.

He scrunched his eyes and shook his head to garner an answer. “Uhm…" Big bouncy breasts. Soft squishy and supple. “Two- No, three years now."

“Oh, so you're a veteran. That's good to know." Her arms squeezed deeper into her bosom, making the doughy flesh swell out even further before plopping back into place with a bounce (bouncy) and a wobble (blubber) when she relaxed them. “Were you satisfied with how Lawrence was running the joint?" Her arms came together again and performed another bounce of her (big) breasts. George's eyes were on them fully now without breaking or blinking, the rhythm of squeezes having sucked him into a vortex.

“He was… alright. Bit of a hardass, but…" George licked his lips. Without realizing it he brought his hand onto his lap where his erect cock was jammed up against his leg. He gave it a squeeze and brought out a throb of pleasure. “He was alright, I guess." Big, bouncy breasts. Bury my face right into them. Soft, squishy and supple. Good girls swallow.

Matilda watched him grope his bulge with satisfaction. “Well, I'll be softer on you boys, a lot softer. You're gonna enjoy working for me ten times more than you did under him. You read the email corporate sent?"

The email ran through his head again. The grip on his erection was nothing short of a choke. “Yes ma'am."

“Mmm, good. You have it memorized?"

George nodded stupidly. “Yeah."

Matilda nodded along with him and resumed pushing her tits together in a slow, methodic cadence. “Well then, George, I think you and I are gonna enjoy working together, won't we?"

A wet spot had grown in his slacks where a tear of precum had bled from his cocktip. “Yes ma'am."

Matilda nodded one more time, then stood upright and turned to face Henry behind her. He was still leaning in his chair like an idiot, so close to her ass that just a few more inches would've had his head chomped between her massive cheeks. When she turned, he gasped sharply and sat upright with a bloodred face and a furious boner. One foot bounced on its toe. He gripped his pants for dear life, praying that he would appear sober even when her bouquet of sex had rendered him high.

“And you there," she said, unfazed by his erratic behavior. She leaned against the cubicle wall which sank into the outer curve of her left tit. One hand was on her thigh with the finger hooking up into her skirt, ready to pull it up like Henry had failed to do. “What's your name?"

“Henry, ma'am." He hurried to correct his posture and keep his eyes where they were supposed to be, but the more she tugged at her skirt and leaned harder into the cubicle so that her breast would press against it the more he realized it wasn't her eyes he was supposed to be looking at.

“Henry, it's very nice to meet you. I take it you and George are friends. You two are my only humans here."

“Y-yeah, we're friends. Not 'cause we're humans or anything, just…" He shifted in his seat. Trying to close his legs only bothered his cock against his underwear. His face felt like it was inside an oven. “We're just… friends."

“Mmm, that's nice." She pivoted on one foot and into the aisle so that she stood perpendicular to both men's cubicles. Her paws fell atop the cubicle walls, forming a colossus between them where she could properly address them both. “So nice to have friends who get along in the office." She tilted herself towards George who was still openly rubbing his penis. Her hips jutted at Henry who fought his own desire to rip his pants off and masturbate. “Two handsome boys sitting right across from each other, working and having fun." She leaned the opposite way, that titanic bosom all but sending her careening into Henry's workspace while her tail and ass came flying at George. It brought with it a wave of sex-stink that hit him square in his open mouth. His eyes rolled into his head and the grip on his pecker tightened. “You boys are gonna have a lot more fun from now on. You're not gonna worry about typing up documents or crunching numbers. You're going to help me and everyone else out with their stress in a way you never thought you could. I can tell how amazing you're going to be."

Matilda kept leaning towards one man and then the other, setting a rhythmic tempo of back and forth that would flash her curves and bounce her chest. The lean of her torso, the jiggle of her ass flesh, and the sexy sway of her skunk tail all worked in unison to hypnotize both men, their eyes swinging in their sockets to follow her every move. “We're gonna have a fun time together," she cooed. “Big, bouncing time with my manly, musky men. Right?"

“Right," said both men in robotic unison.

“That's what I thought. You boys enjoy the rest of your day. Your new job starts in a little while~" Then she sauntered off, their last sight of her being that titanic wagon of an ass bouncing in her skirt before she disappeared around the corner.

George had stopped touching himself, if only because his mind and body had seemed to separate off the lance of Matilda's words. His body felt numb. Running his tongue along the grizzle of his upper lip brought hardly any sensation. There was only Matilda's voice echoing around in his skull, breaking apart his idea of himself and rebuilding with those broken parts a better image of himself. Big, bouncy breasts. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. Manly, musky skunk meat.

The same mantra blasted inside Henry's head as it rested on his desk. He fumed within the aftershock of Matilda's mephitis, his inner nostrils and the back of his throat stained as if she were still standing in the aisle wagging her ass and tits at them. The way she spoke, the way she moved, the way her colossal curves would jiggle and sway so provocatively replayed in his mind with startling clarity. Big, bouncy breasts. Manly, musky skunk meat. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. “Fuck…" he growled before lifting his head from the desk. His face was flushed with blood, the rest of it piling onto his erection and making it flex angrily inside his britches. “I'm so fucking hot. God… I can't stand it." He laid a hand on his forehead as if to check for a fever. It wasn't just warm, but strangely soft like he had just moisturized it. The same was with the skin of his palm; rubbing it down his blushing face revealed the rest had gone smooth too. Silky smooth skin. What the hell is this?

“Goddamn…" It was George sitting back in his chair, legs spread out wide again with his crotch aimed at Henry across the way. He was rubbing his chest with a grimace. “Dude, are your nipples soar? Jesus Christ. Mine are killing me. Ahhhh…" An ache radiated from the soft flesh which padded his pecs. His petite nips had become beacons of discomfort, jabbing into the fabric of his shirt like knives.

Henry was just about to answer 'no' when he noticed his own aching nips. One hand groped his pec, then the other. “God… Now that you mention it, yeah. Ahhh…" His teeth gritted and his toes curled in his shoes. Something strange rippled out from his loins, quaking the flesh of his cock and balls. Not quite pain, not quite pleasure, it gave birth to a flock of butterflies in his tummy and gooseprickles across his immaculately soft skin. “Feels like they're growing. Gonna have big, bouncy breasts of my own."

George's eyes went round upon hearing him say that, Henry shortly afterward when he realized what he had said. “Big, bouncy breasts," George repeated. “Like in the email."

“Like what Matilda said." Henry's mouth was dry. That queer feeling blossomed again and invigorated a quivering shake within the inner muscles of his thighs. An involuntary gasp swept through his mouth and made his chest swell against his shirt. The responding exhale came forth as and effeminate moan. “Ohh…"

George recalled when he would've laughed at Henry for making such a noise, but something similar was on the verge of coming out of him too. It originated in his pecker, the ardent stiffness of which had transitioned into a pleasure which glowed through his entire groin and surrounding muscle. He closed his legs and tore his hands from his pecs (breasts). “I gotta get back to work," he said forcefully.

Henry blinked his eyes and realized how much he was touching his chest. The image of himself with a killer set of button-busting knockers was seared into his imagination and demanded fruition. “Y-yeah. M-me too," he stammered right before spinning his chair around and getting to back to work.

At least he tried. His mind and body would not wonder from what it was becoming, not while his masculine features softened and his brain was fogged over by Matilda's funk. He gripped his mouth so hard that it shook, struggling with the waves of delight blowing out through his crotch, core, and legs. His feet tilted inwards on another beneath his desk and rubbed the toes together. The discomfort in his nipples turned into a blissful throb. “Big... bouncy breasts…" he whispered. He maneuvered the cursor to open his web browser. In a few drunken keystrokes he had images of nude women on his screen, their ample curves and exposed intimates warping into those of the buxom skunkette he worked for. Her beauty was repeated in over a dozen images, all of them looking at the flummoxed human while he groped his junk through his pants.

She spoke to him through the screen, words soundless but still bellowing inside his skull. Be a good girl and grow those big, bouncy breasts for me. Sit on some fat, manly, musky, skunk meat. Let me spank that bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. Their mouths moved in unison, a sinful chorus that made Henry's spine melt. The Matilda he looked at sat on a chair sideways, one of those huge chunky legs hiked up onto the seat by its heel. Suddenly the rest of her started moving, and she lowered her leg to pivot and face Henry in all her curvaceous splendor.

There was her huge skunk cock, hung between open thighs with all the weight and virility of a goddess. Ebon skin choked by veins corralled Henry's gaze into the corridor it occupied, starting at the root where her neatly trimmed bush sat and ending where the foreskin swaddled the head like a cocoon. The balls sat heavily on the seat like two plums in a deflated bag. Come here and fulfill your purpose, you buxom, bodacious bimbo.

You know you want to, said another. In the row just below Matilda was presenting her colossal hindquarters to the camera, absorbing almost the entire frame with those enormous onyx hemispheres of blubber and cellulite. The legs parted, revealing the rosy, pink star that winked beneath the root of her tail and that hellacious breeding organ of hers. Between them parted a trench of hot pink pussy flesh, glistening sharply within a sheen of liquid arousal. She reached back with one paw and pulled a lip aside, forming a triangle of hot cavity in which Henry could see her pearl and equally delicate folds of her womanhood. Come have a taste, she purred. Good girls know how to eat out just as good as they suck cock. Henry knew that. He was good at eating pussy. He'd never sucked a cock before, but he was ready to do so in an instant if it meant pleasing Matilda. His eyes saw nothing but Matilda's body swaying, bouncing, grinding, and humping. Her image was seared into the retinas, every curvy facet moving in a hypnotic unison. His face closed in with the monitor. Jaw hung slack, eyes unblinking, he made ready to feel the heat of her flower on his tongue.

Henry snapped back to reality with his mouth less than an inch from the LED. He blinked and whipped his head back. Matilda wasn't on the screen anymore, but the porn website that he'd visited remained. Heart pounding, he exited out and let out a long breath. “Whooooooo…" Take it easy. Relax, he told himself. It's all in your head. But was it? He'd seen her on his screen, flashing all her lady (and man) bits at him. Were they real? Did she really have a cock that big? Of course she does. The email said so. “Manly, musky skunk meat," he said aloud as if answering himself. He squinted his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, what he'd said or that it didn't bother him nearly as much as it should have. He called out to George behind him. “Dude, George."

“Yeah, dude?" George called back from behind him.

“I think I'm fucking losing it." He opened his eyes and swiveled around. “How about you?"

But George was gone. He'd been replaced by a gorgeous redheaded woman sitting in George's chair. She was wearing the same thing George had been wearing: a white business shirt and a red-green striped tie plus black pants and shoes. She even had the exact same pattern of freckles on her cheeks. The eyes were the same color too. Instead of a short buzz like George had, this lady possessed majestic waves of red hair that reached her shoulders. A healthy set of braless tits hung in her shirt, the darkened nipples bleeding through the fabric like ink. The sleeves sagged around her petite arms, where George's had been stocky with muscle.

“I don't know," said the woman in George's voice. “I feel fine. You alright?" Meanwhile, there was porn playing on his monitor, a fat-bottomed skunk woman being railed by another skunk with a huge dick. Her eyes were wide open, seemingly unfazed by the debauchery she'd hypnotized herself with and the fact that she'd been caught.

Henry just blinked. “Uhhhhhhhhhh…"

The woman frowned. “You look different." She pointed at Henry. “Did you grow boobs?"

Henry scoffed. “I'm sorry?"

“Boobs, dude. You have boobs. I swear to God."

Henry was laughing as he looked down, prepared for some kind of 'made you look' prank. Silencing him were two fat jugs sitting in his shirt like a pair of plump papayas joyous with juice and flavor. They jiggled and swung against his chest and the inside of his shirt with every small movement, unburdened by any bra like the coworker across from him. Just beyond his mammary swell were a pair of nicely padded thighs which made a womanly inward curve towards one another. The pants were stretched to the girth of his legs, looking ready to pop along the seam. His shoes, size 8 for men, suddenly felt very spacious and cozy. Dropping within his peripherals were long black curls of hair. He cradled one in his hand and pulled it out straight, watching it uncurl into a strand over a foot long. When he let go it snapped back into a curl and bounced over his shoulder, tickling his cheek.

Henry looked back at the beautiful redhead sitting in George's cubicle. “George?"

“Yeah?" said George. “What's up?"

Henry gulped. “You're… you're a chick."

George looked down at himself. “Oh. Yeah. I guess I am." Then he laughed like it was something interesting he'd never noticed before.

“That doesn't… bother you or anything?"

George was busy checking himself out like how his sleeves hung loosely around his arms and how tight his pants were around his thighs. Naturally, his hands went to his breasts and massaged them. A boyish grin lit up his face as he kneaded their hefty tenderness. “Hell nah! This is awesome!" He opened his legs and looked into his groin. Where there had once raged and rumbled a hefty boner there was nothing. He groped the region looking for what had been his penis. “I still got my dick, but it's going away pretty fast."

Henry heard the news with an uncanny lack of shock or horror. Curiosity led him to inspect himself and reveal that he too was rapidly losing his masculinity. His package remained, but as a shriveled worm and purse that hung limply in his boxers without leaving so much as a dent on the fabric. The arousal, however, remained as fierce as when his boner throbbed against his thigh. Touching the supremely sensitive region sent a flare of delight up his core. His spine snapped straight at the same time a moan escaped him. He did not feel embarrassed this time, instead continuing to finger that precious region of his so that more joy would radiate from it. “Ohhh… Hahhh… Yeah, mine too."

George was going through his own euphoric episode, one hand running a circle around his boob while the other did the same to his clit-dick. “Ahhh, fuck. Now this is fucking amazing. I can do this all day." His mouth shot open with a gasp, demonstrating the new bright red that colored his lips. “Ohhhh fuck~"

It was too much for Henry, both to experience and to watch. We're fingering ourselves. Not jerking off, fingering, and in the middle of work. Shouldn't this feel wrong? But he was doing exactly what Matilda wanted him to do, wasn't he? Good girls please themselves and others, went the email. Good girls, not boys. That's what Henry and George were now, two gorgeous babes bereft of the masculinity they had brought with them into the office. The vestiges were shrinking into their pelvises to form cavities perfect for taking big, fat dicks. Manly, musky, skunk meat. He saw Matilda's fat schlong pressing into his- no, her flower. The hot, steamy flesh petals sank in with a squish before parting to swallow her boss's girth. She would moan on reflex, that burst of delight growing brighter as more of that huge black fuck stick buried itself inside of-

“Ahhhh…" Henry swiveled around to face her computer with her the side of her hand clamped to her mouth. There was not a spreadsheet on the monitor but a resurgence of dear sweet Matilda, a menagerie of her essence splayed in several poses so that Henry could indulge in her every facet and feature. She floated back into his eyes, a nebulous pool of gentle and pleasant colors to fire off the sweet parts of his brain. He was losing himself, and he knew it. She spoke to him, and he listened.

Big, bouncy breasts, said the manager. Manly, musky skunk meat. Bodacious, bubbly, blubber butt. Good girls pleasure themselves and others. Come eat this delectable pussy. Sit on this fat cock. You know you want to.

Henry did, there was no point in denying it. Her paw went back to her nethers which was devoid of anything manly. The fabric of her boxers, now swollen to the shape of her ass and hips, sank into a sensitive slit that was fiery to the touch. More of that exquisite niceness came billowing up Henry's body, further exciting her nipples into a dense pair of teats. “Ohhh~"

Matilda's vocal caress continued to echo. There was George behind her still pleasuring herself to the porn on her screen, plus the distant and less tangible sound of people having sex in the distance, their grunts and whimpers adding harmony to the melodic moaning. It couldn't be stopped. Henry unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her fly. She kicked back in her chair and propped her feet up on her desk. The tips of her fingers found that sweet pearl of hers hidden in the crux of her pussy already soaked in excitement. With movements never before practiced yet executed flawlessly she attacked her clit. Her body was in upheaval, the chest rising with sharp gasps and then shuddering back down with guttural moans. The flaps around her fly jiggled around the rapid twirl of her fingertips. Spasming legs would buckle at the knees and draw her closer to the desk before slamming forward with every jolt of delight and threatening to send her toppling over backwards. “Huhhhhh… Huhhhh~! Oh God… Uhhhhh… Hahhhhhhhhhh, fuck~"

A quivering voice asked from afar. “Ahhh… Having fun over there?" Henry stopped just a moment to turn her head and see George- as much a woman as Henry -enjoying herself too. Her pants and boxers were all the way off, discarded alongside the shoes and socks. Left bare was the shocking white skin of George's inner legs, their Irish pallor made shiny by smooth skin which would jiggle with every shock that would blow through the hamstrings. The shirt had been pulled open, letting hang her mammoth mammaries now fit to feed an entire nursery by themselves, heavy yet supple enough to carry the burden in nice, doughy globes. A pair of ivory rivers peeled from each puffed-out teat and rippled down the undercurves before dripping into her lap.

Then, before Henry's very eyes, George's transformation turned even more drastic. From beneath the soft curtains of hair which retained their color descended a rash of black fur which grew around George's face, sweeping through the skin in a gradually thickening wave. Down the neck and limbs it went, consuming her pale skin and replacing it with an onyx shimmer. When her visage was covered in total there rose a slot of snowy white fur down her forehead and nose which began to creep forward into a short animal snout. The hands grew pads on her palms and claws on the tips to become paws. George seemed oblivious to it all, her head slumped back atop the backrest of her chair while her jaw hung stupidly. Her eyes were uncoupled in her skull, reflecting that same image of their boss which grinded and twerked. “Ohhhhhhh, yes~"

Henry looked down. The view of her lap was obstructed by a gargantuan bust which pulled the buttons of her shirt to their absolute tightest and had the tie hanging off the precipice several inches in front of her tummy. All felt ready to explode, and sure enough the button dead center before her chest popped free. Plip! The pressure relaxed off her chest, but not entirely. With a huff Henry grabbed her shirt and tore it apart, letting fly a volley of more buttons which scattered about the floor. Out flopped those titanic breasts in all their beautiful rotundity. The brush of cool AC against her rosy-pink nipples sent a rapturous chill through her body and in her cunny.

Then came the black fur swooping down her chest and arms. Amidst the great flurry of sensations and emotions she had missed the stretch and pull of black skunk fur rising from her skin. Her face was covered. The nose was drawn into a snout which she was obliged to feel around in with a sense of wonder. The same transformation that befell George took hold of Henry. Each follicle and feature that billowed to the surface of her buxom body came with a blush of euphoria. The birth of a skunk tail from the root of her spine pressed into the beltline of her pants with some level of authority. “Oh, fuck this," she huffed right before jimmying her pants and underwear all the way off her plump legs where she could see a soft mephitine umbra swallowing the rest of her humanity until it had her to the toes. Behind her towered a plush and fluffy skunk tail complete with a dual set of white stripes. Henry shrugged off her shirt, leaving herself in the nude so that she may join George in a skunky revelry.

The two skunkettes sat facing each other from across the aisle, splayed in their chairs like the horny degenerates they were. Henry had resumed masturbating with a dashing hook and twirl at her clit, flashing the inner pink of her flower and squelching the outer lips. Her mouth was hung in a gaping O shape with every moan, gasp, and squeal blowing through without modesty. Her curls hung off her scalp as her head would loll backwards and swoon this way and that. Fluttering eyes gave glimpses of eyes rolled back into the head as those timely mantras moaned out of her automatically and generated the images of what she so badly desired in that moment. “Huhhh! Manly… Musky… Huhhhh! Skunk meat! Yes~! Oh fuck! Hahhhhhhh!"

Across from her George's hamstrings were firing off inside her thighs, bulging and jiggling the soft flesh that padded them so generously. She honked one tit of hers mercilessly while stabbing at her girl spot with the middle and ring fingers of her other paw. With each heave and hump triggered by her ecstasy she nearly came toppling out of her chair which would've reunited her with the clothes she'd discarded and the droplets of pussy juice which fell from her battered cunt in long, slovenly oozes. “Big! Bouncy! Breasts! Huhhhhh~! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her countenance sagged pitifully. Drool drained from her lip as it hung forward in a jut. “Good girls get to cum… Huhhhh~! Fuck! I'm cumming! I-! I-!"

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

The sultry voice snatched both women from their ascents. They jolted in their seats and slapped their thighs together to hide their sin, albeit much too late. Matilda was back in the aisle, smiling between the two of them with her arms akimbo. Her skirt was partially lifted from the massive jut of her cock, its barbaric size and shape impressed on the fabric. All the excitement had electrified it into a half-chub yearning to become something even more outside the prison of her clothes.

George was still shuddering like a leaf, having come so close to the peak only to come sliding back down. Far from turned off, it left an even more terrible need to breed. It was the same in Henry who hung her sorely blushing face behind the curtain of her curls. “Ahhh… Yes ma'am… We… got a little excited," George said with a queasy grin.

Matilda scoffed. “I can tell! It brings me joy to see my new cocksluts enjoying their new bodies. Everything works, I take it."

George gasped from a sudden aftershock of pleasure. “Huhhh~ Yes ma'am."

“Good, because I have something for both you degenerates, plus you're first assignment for the day." Henry looked up from her lap, modest but still eager to see what her new master had in store. Matilda presented what she had in both paws which were two collars, one orange, the other black. “Your new uniforms," Matilda said before tossing them into the respective laps of each woman. “And your new names, something more appropriate for your new bodies~"

Henry picked the collar up and rubbed the dense peat material between her thumb and index finger. A brass tag hung from it. Lifting it up and into the light she saw the reflection of a beautiful skunkette looking back at her from behind an engraving: Helena George saw something similar in her tag: Georgia Helena. Georgia. Those names rang in their respective minds, sounding and feeling much more natural than Henry and George did. Without another thought, they both put the collars on. The peat sat around their lissome necks perfectly and snugly making it official. They were Helena and Georgia.

“Stand up, my pets," Matilda said, the throaty thrum of her voice running through the air with all the sauce and slither of a silver tongue. Both skunkettes obeyed in nigh perfect unison, their nude forms joining their master in the aisle where she laid an index finger on both their chins, ensuring their immediate and unwavering attention. “You sluts are going to be my relief unit from now on. No more computers. No more typing. No more wasting away in a chair. You're going to help your coworkers take off stress and blow off steam whenever they ask of you, whenever I ask of you. Is that understood?"

Standing with her head above the cubicles Helena heard a great commotion coming from the other side of the floor. No, she hadn't been imagining it. The lascivious sounds of love coming from the other half of the office were indeed real, an orgy having broken out between longtime friends and coworkers. Though her eyes were on her master, her and Georgia's ears would cock in that direction, eager to hear every moan and decipher who it came from. “Yes ma'am," they said together, voices harmonizing.

Matilda purred. “Good. I already know who you'll be serving first." Her paws came down from their chins and grabbed their paws. She guided them further down the aisle towards Sarah's cubicle. There they found her lying back in her office chair, head slumped back atop the armrest with her panties stretched between her ankles. One paw was clamped to her maw, fighting back a great cacophony while the other was knuckle deep in her cunt, making the front of her skirt warp and bounce as she hooked and pulled at her leisure. Even in their sex-induced trances it was a shock to see the normally straightforward Sarah lost so deeply in ecstasy.

Sarah snapped to a halt when she saw the three women beside her cubicle. Her paw flew off her mouth with a gasp and the other from out her skirt, drawing with it a long tendril of pussy phlegm which whipped off her finger and onto the floor. “Matilda!" she squawked while sitting up straight and pulling her skirt down to the knees. Her eyes darted between Helena and Georgia. “And- Who are these two?"

Matilda grinned. “Oh, you know who these two are, but in case you need reminding, this is Helena-" She played with Helena's hair to show off some familiar black curls. “-and this is Georgia." She did the same to Georgia.

It clicked finally. “Henry? George? What happened. How-?"

“Don't worry about that darling," Matilda said. She guided Helena forward into Sarah's cubicle with a polite push on the lower back. Helena stumbled forward, breasts bouncing, face ablaze as she fell into the raunchy smell of Sarah's sex. “Helena's going to help you the rest of the way to where you were going. How does that sound?" She didn't ask Helena's thoughts, but she knew she didn't need to. When Helena looked at Sarah's breasts and at the droplets of pussy juice she'd glistened the floor with it ignited an appreciation for her coworker's body more profound than when she was a human man.

Sarah thought similarly, never having imagined that what had been Henry was capable of such a provocative form, one that rivaled her own. That alleyway of freshly fallen snow which ran between those two huge chest pillows and the broad and curvy sweep of the trunk which ballooned into pert and punctual hips ended up hypnotizing Sarah. Her venturing eyes were fueled by the intoxicant fumes that had already muddied her brain into a horny fit. When Sarah saw Helena there wasn't a coworker of hers, but a sexy bitch she wanted to fuck. “Yeah," Sarah said calmly. “OK. Let's do that."

Matilda thought as much. “OK, you two girls have fun. In the meantime, Georgia and I will see what's going on in other parts of town." Then she walked off with Georgia who looked over her shoulder wondering what fun Helena and Sarah would get up to.

Sarah already knew. She spun in her chair to face Helena and hoisted her legs into the air. Her heels planted on the flanks of the cubicle walls, forming a funnel with her supremely athletic legs which fed into her chalice. A slow lift of her skirt revealed the swampy, gnarly mess that was her orchid, one cunt lip sunken into the middle while the other was off kilter, letting blare that sweet inner flesh. Her skunk tail was drooped to the floor with its ashy underfur aimed at Helena along with that leathery pink star. “Come here, Helena~" Sarah said with an uncharacteristically salacious huff. “You heard the boss."

Helena's heart was pounding in her chest. Her skunk tail flicked behind her hard enough to rattle the tag on her collar. The heat between her legs matched what simmered in Sarah which was framed by her seductive finger orbits. An open-mouthed huff scorched her lungs and what was left of any hesitation. “Good girls eat out," she said automatically. Like a good girl she fell to her knees in worship to Sarah's altar, her fat rump nestled atop her ankles, face-deep in the humid cloud which sighed from those beautifully ugly pussy lips.

“Theeeeere we go," Sarah said, grinning. “Give momma a taste." She split herself open with a V-shape of her fingers. The clit all but jumped at Helena, that bitty pearl half-hidden in the corner amidst those many folds.

Instinct took over, and Helena came in mouth open, tongue out, her snout landing in the crook where Sarah's pubes met her upper slit. She tightened her lips into a mold around all that flesh and absorbed all its taste. The tongue dove forth with a jab, curling into the underside of that sensitive bead and caressing it. A great gasp pulled into Sarah with the muscles in her legs bulging suddenly astride Helena's head. From both practice and instinct Helena was able to maintain such a reaction with gentle flicks of the tongue and sweet, sweet suckles. Good girls eat out. Good girls pleasure their coworkers.

Sarah's face contorted into desperate mien of ecstasy. “Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh fuck! Hahhh! OK! Hahahhhh! You're pretty good at that. Oh my God…" She laid a paw on Helena's head and grabbed a fistful of curls. Her head swooned back. Legs spasming, pleasure spiking, she rode back into a great high on the Helena's loving kiss.

Georgia heard it while being dragged into a separate den of sin and sex. The scene among the cubicles was as expected: coworkers sharing workspaces, clothes discarded without care, the tops of heads bouncing over the cubicle walls. Georgia held her fist in front of her heart, both daunted and exhilarated by familiar faces and voices all mashing together. She and Matilda waltzed through it all casually, more couples (and throuples) coming into view with each cubicle they passed. Matilda came to a stop at Zeke's desk where he was standing with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his back hunched over and his jaw agape. Landon, a slim cheetah fellow, was on his knees throating Zeke's cock. Zeke palmed his head with both paws, forcibly jabbing him on his pecker until a waterfall of drool slooped down onto the floor between them.

When Zeke spotted Matilda and Georgia watching from the aisle he did not stop, though he at least had the dignity to fix his stupid sex face. “Ah! Ahem! Uhh, Matilda. Hi. Umm…" He seemed to realize he was fucking Landon's face and quickly pried him off. Landon gasped and sputtered; judging by the intensity of his erection he enjoyed Zeke's treatment of him. But however stiff his penis was, it paled in comparison to what stood out of Zeke. Flesh pink in color and glazed in Landon's mouth water, it reached from his lap like a battering ram. Georgia's heart leapt when he accidentally aimed it at her. It elicited a great thrill that made her tail jitter and her quim shudder. Zeke was built like a tank, and his cock was the cannon. Manly, musky skunk meat.

Matilda bowed her head in greeting. “Hello, Zeke. Landon, is it alright with you if I borrow Zeke from you?" The cheetah was slumped back against the cubicle wall, jerking his penis. He nodded drunkenly. “Thank you. Zeke, be a doll and come along with us. I'd like us skunks to have a party by ourselves on the other side of the office where Sarah and Helena are waiting for us."

Zeke blinked. “Oh, um, sure. Uhh, who's Helena? And who's this?"

“I'll explain along the way. In the meantime, I don't think you'll be needing that shirt."

Zeke snickered. “No, I don't think so either." He undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt before fumbling, giving up, and promptly tearing it all apart like it was nothing. While buttons flew in every direction Georgia was granted the terrific entry of Zeke's abs and chest, that resplendent display of masculine topography chiseled from collar to hip. He shrugged the shirt off down his arms, working the elaborate muscles that rippled his shoulders and rose at the flanks of his neck. “Lead the way, boss."

Matilda guided the pair back to where Sarah was moaning ever so loudly. Matilda introduced Georgia to Zeke, even though the pair had already met. “Ohh, I see." His crystalline eyes travelled the newly created skunkette's body hungrily, making her blush and shimmer with excitement. Her gaze was on that huge cock of his as it wagged and bounced with his heavy steps.

Back at the other side of the office they found Sarah and Helena as they had left them: Sarah stretched back on her chair, both legs planted on the cubicle walls while Helena dined on her feminism. The desk chair rattled hard beneath Sarah's violent trembles, those awesome quakes which rattled the meat of her legs. Between swooping cries of delight were curses to the Lord delivered through clenched teeth. “Huhhh! Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my fucking God! Huhhhh! HUHHHHH~!"

Helena did her duties calmly and methodically. The perpetual flick and jab of her tongue coincided with gently suckling lips. The middle and ring fingers of her right paw were knuckle deep in Sarah's cunt, begging the mistress to come hither with the gentlest pull on her spongey girl spot. Helena's tongue and jaw were sore. Droves of slobber oozed off her chin and into her lap, but she did not stop, nor would she until the task before her was complete. That mantra carried her forth: Good girls eat out. Good girls pleasure their coworkers.

It wasn't much longer until then. Sarah screamed, her head whipped back, the cords in her neck sprung taut. “OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! YES! YES! OH MY FUCKING-!" The declaration dropped dead upon the crash of her orgasm which triggered a sudden rocking motion through her whole body. Her face clenched into a ferocious grimace equal in power to the sudden eruption of squirt that geysered from her pussy. It smacked Helena on the underside of her nose, forcing her out of Sarah's crotch from which that angelic fountain could attain its ramrod structure, crystals sparkling in its structure and falling droplets. It crested several feet in the air, tickling the ceiling tiles and then falling to the floor in a drumroll of thuds. A moment of silence when the geyser stopped, then another venomous hiss upon the following contraction. The air trapped in Sarah's lungs found itself after the third spurt. “HEEEUUUGGGHHEEEHHHUUU-GGGHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

Helena was there for the duration of Sarah's climax, massaging the clit with her finger and holding her tongue out to lap at that precious fountain. Much of it landed on top of her, accumulating in her curls as glassy droplets like diamonds. Sarah's heels scraped down the cubicle walls and onto the floor when she was finished. Her rudely sprawled cunt still leaked something awful as she moaned, squirmed, and whimpered amidst the aftershock.

“Very good job, Helena~" congratulated Matilda. Zeke and Georgia had watched in amazement. Zeke was fighting not to laugh while Georgia's fingertips were already at her pussy.

Helena whipped her head around, forgetting that the office existed outside of Sarah's legs. She smiled bashfully. “Thank you, ma'am. Good girls eat out."

“That's right! What a perfect fuck toy you'll turn out to be. You two keep having fun while Zeke and I break Georgia in." The words break in fell on Georgia's heart like a brick. While Helena got up to sit in Sarah's lap and make out with her Matilda dragged the other two further down the aisle. There she pulled Georgia around in front of her and Zeke “On your knees, slut."

Georgia split a giddy grin. “Yes ma'am." She did as she was told, milky breasts bouncing as she got to her knees and sat upright at attention. There was Zeke's huge dick aiming at her alongside that terrific cock bulge belonging to Matilda. Both of them smiled down at the skunkette, eager to see what she could do.

“Pull up this skirt, muskslut," Matilda told her. “I'm getting hard, and I'd like to get the rest of the way there."

“Yes ma'am." Georgia grabbed the hem of Matilda's skirt and rolled it up those gargantuan thighs until at last there was that terrific fuckstick of hers in full view. Halfway to a powerful erection, it hung in a dense black skin riddled with veins. Coming from a wild bush of musky pubes and propped up by a hammock containing two obese eggs, it mesmerized Georgia once she laid eyes on it. Even Zeke, used to his own significant pecker, widened his eyes in admiration. Accompanying it was a wallop of Matilda's sex smell. Here at the very source Georgia's eyes began to water and the reptilian core of her brain flew into overdrive. “Manly, musky skunk meat," she said, out of breath she was so excited.

It got a chuckle out of Zeke. “That's right," purred Matilda. “Don't just look at it. You know what to do."

That she did, exemplified by her deft retrieval of Matilda's burdensome chub which she helped to life with a double-fisted stroke. She watched the foreskin peel off the glans and then retract into a pinch with each pump. Her tempo was slow and deliberate, the many features of Matilda's pulsing tool mapping themselves against Georgia's palms. “Good girls pleasure their coworkers," she said gaily.

“Mmmm, that's wonderful," the boss purred. “Zeke, darling, if you could make yourself useful too…"

Zeke was busy watching Georgia. “Huh? Oh yeah, what's up?"

The button holding Matilda's blazer together in front of her tits was undone with a casual flick of the finger. It fell asunder in a flash, and the remaining buttons which kept her shirt together were pulled apart in yet another spring of a ruined shirt. Out were those massive chest globes, their curvature contained by two black J cups which were also done away with by a claw cutting away the middle strap. Out spilled an avalanche of luscious skunk tits, their velveteen slopes falling into place with a calamitous wobble so that those enormous black nipples could stare out into Matilda's domain as proudly as the woman herself did. Thin tendrils of her milk bled from the teats, triggering salivation in the man next to her. “Give my tit a good sucking," she said. “Helps with the process, you know?"

A stupid smile pulled at Zeke's mouth which had fallen into a shocked gape. “Don't have to tell me twice!" he joked before hoisting the closest jug with one beefy paw so that he could clamp his jaws around the nipple and draw that divine nectar. “Mch-mch-mch-mch-mch-"

“Mmmmmm, thank you, darling." She looked down at Georgia who was still pulling at her member which stood close to erect. “And you, cock slut. Think you can manage pulling at his too?"

Georgia's paw strokes had gotten faster and firmer while Matilda grew bigger. “Yes ma'am~" One paw went to Zeke's cock which had only slightly deflated since leaving Landon's mouth, though it was still warm with the cheetah's spit. That allowed a smooth and quick pump on Zeke's dick along the whole shaft, hilt to head. An appreciative grunt echoed through his nose while he was still latched to Matilda's boob. Georgia managed a dual pump on them both, the sex-wired part of her brain granting the ambidexterity of a master piano player. Neither cock received more attention than the other, and soon both were at full density, aiming together at Georgia's pretty, beaming face.

She didn't wait to be told to blow them. Her mouth went to Zeke first, gulping him to the throat in one fluid bob of the head while her jaw was held slack and her lips were curled over her teeth. His cock head fell into the gullet seamlessly without hardly a gag or tremble. What she couldn't fit in her mouth was stroked with her fist. A groan rumbled against Matilda's tit before Zeke pried his face off and unmuffled himself. Milk dotted the fur on his chin and dripped loudly to the floor from out that gushing teat.

“Hooooooly shit, girl," huffed Zeke who watched as his coworker choked herself on his dick. “Hahhhh… that's good. That's really good."

“Isn't she?" asked a proud Matilda. Georgia looked up at her with eyes pleading for approval. “Don't look at me, fuck pet. Keep going, just don't forget what your hands need to be doing."

Georgia couldn't, not with Matilda's mighty girth occupying one of her grips with such burning authority. It pumped the boss's length at the same beat she began bobbing her head on Zeke's pole. His dome would glide along the twitching, wet platform of her tongue before being planted back in her throat. Her wavy locks of hair swung with her head. “Ulk. Ulk. Ulk. Ulk. Ulk."

Zeke's mouth was open, panting softly. He would wince and hiss on occasion. “Ahhhhh, shit. And when'd you learn to do all this? You've been keeping this from me that whole time? Mmmmmm…"

“Only since today," said Matilda. “Another gift of mine."

The sound of Matilda's voice brought Georgia off Zeke's cock with a wet mwop! A bridge of spit bowed and then broke between her lip and his penis before she casually closed her mouth around Matilda's cock in the same effortless fashion. “Ulk. Ulk. Ulk. Ulk." Zeke did not go neglected, that paw still stroking him so he could maintain that degree of pleasure.

“Ohhh, that's it, you dirty slut. That's what momma likes." Matilda swept her paw through Georgia's hair and off her face for a better look at those eyes. They looked back, watching Matilda for her every expression of delight. They came with subtle bites of the lip, passing coos, and soft, genuine moans. “Mmmmmmm~ You're gonna make me cum in no time."

Zeke was much less subtle. He was melting in Georgia's grasp, his face twisting. “Hahhh! Same here. Fuck… Huhhhhhhh…" Helping him along even further was Georgia returning to him with her mouth. She sank her lips to the shape of his girth, those plump cherry pillows hogging him greedily and slurping loudly. Schllllurk. Schlllllllllluk. Sclhrrrrrrp. Her eyes were curled up at him and all but demanded his climax. Soon he gave it to her in full, and when his head curled back to holler at the ceiling, he let rip a mighty rope of cum that struck Georgia square in the throat.

Georgia didn't even flinch. Her mouth slid off his cock with another suction sound, this time hanging open with the tongue out to catch what else spurted out of the whining, trembling stud. Ivory ribbons gathered atop her quivering tongue to create a molten, pearlescent puddle. What didn't land in her mouth splatted about her lips, cheeks, neck, and tits. Poor Zeke could only tremble like a leaf in her stroking grasp, giving damn near all he had.

When it was Matilda's turn to cum, she did so without warning. She swooned and sighed at the same time a rocket of nut sucker punched Georgia in her cheek. This time she did flinch, but not enough that she wouldn't turn her head so that Matilda would unload in her mouth too. The boss did so generously, making sure to paint those breasts the way they deserved. Only when Matilda's orgasm petered out did Georgia let go of them both at last. Her forearms were sore and the weight of hot, coppery cum in her mouth brought her close to gagging, but instincts and skills brought to her by the transformation ensured that it went away with just one big swallow. What didn't travel down her gullet and land as a nice dissipating warmth in her tummy was drying on her face, neck, and chest as a molten swarm of pearls like melted wax down a candlestick.

The cum-ridden skunkette beamed up at her two clients. “How was that? I'm a good girl for swallowing, right?"

Zeke was about ready to come timbering over with how numb his legs felt. His dick was going soft within the epicenter of an intense afterglow like no other blowjob had ever given him. “Whoooooo… I'll say. Jesus Christ." He laid a paw over his pounding chest. “I gotta sit down! God damn…"

Matilda, appearing much unfazed, clapped him on the back. “You go ahead, handsome. Why don't you go join Sarah in her cubicle? Oh, and send Helena while you're at it. I think I'll have the new hires to myself."

Zeke cleared his throat and staggered off. “Hmm-hmm… Yeah, sure thing." He came back to Sarah's cubicle where he found her still in her chair, totally nude now. Helena was cradled in her lap like a newlywed, latched to her lover by the lips which smacked and suckled on each other. “Um, excuse me."

Sarah opened her eyes and popped off Helena's face which promptly went into Sarah's neck. “Yeah? What do you want?" Her eyes went round at the sight of Zeke's hanging member.

“Uh, Matilda wants to see Helena."

“Oh, well OK." Sarah had to pry Helena from her neck. “OK, baby. You gotta go. Boss wants to see you."

Helena pouted before rising from Sarah's lap with a cunny and thighs utterly soaked in arousal from both herself and her lover. On the way out Sarah gave her a swat across the ass, making the bimbo yelp. “Eep!" She skedaddled with a blushing face, but not before giving Zeke a cute grin. With Helena gone, Sarah eyed the big stud standing in the aisle. She beckoned him with a single finger and the weeping cunt she kept exposed. “Since I lost her, why don't you come here, big boy?"

Zeke gave a big, toothy grin. “Why, I've been waiting for you to ask me that ever since I met you." Then he strutted to her. In just a few minutes the wet, rude sounds of sex were echoing loudly.

Helena stepped into the aisle to the surprising and spectacular sight of a totally nude Matilda with all her Jovian assets out on display, including that hellaciously hung cock. Georgia was kneeling next to her, holding her leg and sinking the side of her head into the plush outer flank of that huge ass. “Come here, my dirty fuck thing. Let's give you and Georgia a real test."

A bristling wave rumbled through Helena which frilled her tail and perked her nipples. She squealed in a voice she didn't think she was capable of. “Yes ma'am!" Helena skipped over to her boss, breasts and booty bouncing. She stuck the landing before her boss, pert and pretty like a good employee should be.

“That's my girl~" purred Matilda. “Now on your knees. You know what to do." It was the same as she told Georgia, and it was true here as well.

Helena did as she was told and used both paws to stroke Matilda back to life, eager to taste what churned in those giant balls. Her eyes sparkled as she stared down that hellacious barrel. “Manly, musky skunk meat~"

Matilda smiled down at Georgia. “Now you take care of my other side. Whichever hole is fine. Your choice."

The cum-glazed Georgia smiled. “Yes ma'am." She scurried on her knees to get behind that massive dumptruck of an ass, close enough to count every dimple of cellulite. “Big, bodacious, blubber butt," she whispered. Without another thought she dove her head right in, sinking to the very bottom with her snout until just the back of her head was visible between the haunches. She found two cavities hot and ready for her. There was that yawning slit of girlflesh settled in the meat behind Matilda's balls which she lathered her tongue with. The greediest huffs brought in the many delicious smells which only ensured her further intoxication and lasting servitude to her boss.

Matilda smiled. “Those are my girls." Ugly sounds echoed from in front and behind her with those two girls levying the sweetest worship with their mouths. Pleasure rang through Matilda in both her sexes, but the greatest satisfaction came in the sounds her employees made across the office floor. Clapping cheeks, banging furniture, the howl of an orgasm followed by the dribble of fluids. It was music to Matilda's ears, the sweetest symphony. She looked down at the two girls feasting on her privates, their collar tags swinging as their heads bobbed and grinded. Helena stuffed her throat on that manly, musky skunk meat. Georgia devoured that pussy like a good girl. Matilda laid her paws on their heads. “Yes," she said quietly. “I think we're going to enjoy working together for a very long time."

THE END