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If there was anything as boring and time consuming as a 'mandatory' meeting, Aaron had yet to come across it in his life.

"As you can see on slide five, we've got a few people across the shipping department that are failing to hold up their end of the bargain," the voice, despite being taut and professional, was turning into a distant drone as Aaron stared at the packet in front of him. "We're not going to name names," she paused, and naturally cast a glare in Aaron's direction, before sending her visual ire to several others. "I'll simply claim that there are a lot of us who could stand to do a better job of ordering parts on time and adhering to a schedule that will keep our KPM's in line with the company schedule."

Hearing every other word and nothing more, Aaron was still able to feel the sting of his manager's glare on his skin, but he wasn't going to sit there and take it, this time. He wasn't alone in standing up when she changed the display over to slide six.

"Let's take a quick break, shall we? Everyone get a drink or use the restroom if you need to, and we'll reconvene in five minutes. Perhaps we can get a jump on sticking to a deadline, here!"

Her giggle was forced, but a few of her favorite employees laughed along with her, doing all that they could to appease the queen bee. Their chorus was met with eye rolls from the rest of the employees, who were either too experienced or too jaded to try and make it into her good graces.

Aaron was among them, and without another cup of coffee, he wasn't going to stay awake for the rest of the meeting. There was no denying how much he hated his job, but he needed it, and falling asleep in the presence of his manager was a surefire way to put his neck on the chopping block.

"Fucking harpy," he was groaning as his fingers bashed against the buttons on the coffee machine, screwing up his order without even realizing it. It was hard to fathom having so many options available from a self-serve device, but Aaron always tried to get the same thing, and didn't even notice the extra number he'd pressed. "She wouldn't last five seconds out there on the floor..."

"Amen to that," Randall claimed. One of the other employees who'd been chastised, Randall and Aaron were usually forced to confide in each other when there was an issue at work drawing their ire, and anymore, that was the case almost every day of the week. "I know you're pissed, but try not to break the coffee machine, will ya?"

Aaron hadn't even realized how much vigor he'd pressed the buttons with until a small cup popped out of a chute, and fluids started dripping into it. "Heh, my bad. I'd hate to ruin it for the rest of you."

"If you didn't, I'm sure the super bitch would find a way," Randall commented. "With our luck, she's gonna say that coffee breaks count toward our regular breaks soon, all in the name of increasing efficiency."

"135% isn't high enough for her?"

"Doesn't surprise me too much. 129% isn't high enough either."

Comparing numbers and sharing a chuckle, Aaron took his finished coffee and immediately had a sip, knowing it would burn his tongue and lips a little bit; he'd need the painful boost to stay awake for the rest of the meeting.

"Not like it'd be a huge loss. This coffee sucks anyway," Aaron pointed out, though he was quick to take another sip, all the same.

Randall was having second thoughts about his cup, but they weren't strong enough to keep him from punching in an order. "Can't expect much from a machine like this. I'd be happy with a can of grounds and some hot water, if they'd just supply us with it."

"Too expensive," Aaron echoed the sentiments of his bosses. "But we can afford this stupid machine, somehow."

"Hypocrisy at its finest," Randall agreed. "You're expecting them to be logical about this, so I hope you're ready to be disappointed."

"The fact that I woke up today was kind of disappointing," Aaron might have been going a little far with his dismay, but he offered a quick wink to keep Randall from worrying too much. "And being here just adds to that. I don't expecting anything out of our management, logical or not."

Randall nodded his agreement. They would exhaust every topic of conversation that they could before they'd willingly return to the break room, but both Aaron and Randall could _feel_their manager creeping closer, as if she was hoping to catch them talking trash about her.

Having such a nervous presence around the workplace wasn't good for employee morale, but their manager, Rachel, was a stone cold bitch, and she subscribed to the older schools of managerial practice: other employees were paid to work rather than think, and no matter how often Aaron brought logical suggestions to the front office, they were ignored, and on occasion, he was chastised for wasting time that he could have been working in.

His frustration was building to such a level that he was chugging his coffee without thinking about it, and naturally, reaching the bottom of the cup before he was ready was just another straw on the back of an already overloaded camel.

"There was barely _anything_in this fucking cup!" Aaron groaned, and before Randall could try and argue that Aaron was just drinking too fast out of frustration, he stood back and watched the disgruntled worker trying to fish some more coins out of his pocket to buy another coffee. "Fucking rip-off artists...stupid fucking machine...fucking job...should have just gotten my usual coffee..."

Rachel was standing right behind Aaron then, keeping Randall utterly silent as he watched the worst possible outcome unfolding before his eyes. His lip was trembling, but Rachel wasn't paying him any mind, given the tirade that Aaron was still going on.

"And now I can't get my fucking money out of my pocket!" he yelled. His fingers were clumsier than ever, and worse still, he couldn't get them to budge back out of his jeans...until they grew so large that they ripped through the seam and blew his pocket to shreds. "W...what the hell?"

Tatters of denim fell to the floor, silencing Rachel just as her lips began to move. She sucked in a gasp instead and stammered in place on her heels, terrified to get any closer to Aaron than she had to.

The widened flesh upon his fingers was getting rough near his fingertips, and knuckles that were only as hairy as one might expect were quickly filling in with thick, brown fuzz. Each digit was quivering with a hint of fear as Aaron lifted his hand to his face, as if looking at it up close would make the changes feel realer than they already did.

The hand was more of a paw than anything after just a few moments, carrying a much larger mass than his left. That was already beginning to change as claws burst out over the fingernails on his left hand and fur quickly grew in around the seams in the flesh.

"It feels like you were about to say something, Rache."

Aaron knew that his manager hated that nickname, but he couldn't help throwing it out, testing the waters in a way that he was never brave enough to before. He could somehow _smell_the fear that seeped from her body, even if he couldn't explain how he knew what the scent would be like.

"Go on. Tell me what you were going to say," he continued, looking back over his shoulder at her with an eye that was no longer a comforting shade of brown, but a simply haunting yellow, glowing with murderous intent. "I'm sure that whatever you had to say, it simply couldn't wait until after the meeting, right? So important that you had to interrupt my fucking break to say it?"

Randall was just as fearful as Rachel was, but he could tell that he wasn't the target of Aaron's ire, giving him the chance to slip back on uneasy legs. Fear kept him from getting anywhere fast, and horrified curiosity kept his eyes glued on the sight of thick, short fur of brown growing up over Aaron's arms, right up to the sleeves of his shirt.

They were already bulging around growing muscles, and with the addition of the excess fluff, fabric was being torn asunder.

"Aaron, d-do...you..." Rachel was so set in her ways as an authority figure that she was still trying to come up with a way to turn this into a moment that she could discipline. Aaron was already an imposing figure as a human being, but as his devilish grin became filled with fangs that betrayed a human smile, the poor woman found herself so weakened that she nearly peed herself in front of him. "Do...y-you...have any idea what's happened to you?"

"Not really, but it seems that I've been given a golden opportunity," Aaron replied, struggling to understand the change just as much as his coworkers, who began peering out the door of the conference room with widened eyes and gaping mouths. "I know you've expressed that I lack initiative on my reviews, Rache. How about now, hm? Am I showing initiative now, or is this not what you had in mind?"

Fight or flight kicked in moments too late for Rachel, who finally got the feeling back in her legs, only to feel them lifted from the floor by the force of Aaron's paw around her neck. The once professionally dressed manager was coming to pieces as her hair fell out of style and her clothes were coated in drywall powder, but that was only the start of her troubles, as Aaron continued to change in front of her.

A proper form was grabbing his jawline and shifting it forward, elongating it so that his mouth could actually contain all of the deadly fangs that it was being blessed with. Fur was crawling over the edges of his face, starting as little more than stubble but quickly growing into thick, warm fluff, hiding the shift of his bones, but not the sickening craaaaack that came along with the restructure.

Like a dozen knuckles being cracked at once, bones broke apart and joined again in different positions as Aaron's grin sat staunch upon a decidedly canine muzzle. Somehow, the nature of who he really was as a person held true in his expression as his eyes completed their shift to a shade of emerald that hinted at deadly intelligence, and under his ripping shirt, a soft cream color was starting to join the light, brown fur that covered most of his body.

Rachel hardly even noticed the fact that Aaron was growing breasts under the coat of fur he'd gained, and her mind didn't much care about the implications of that fact. The few thoughts she could manage turned to how she could escape her current predicament, and the presence of her small harem of pathetic, brown-nosing coworkers were utterly helpless to do anything to stop Aaron's warpath.

"You like this form better, Rache? I think I do. I can definitely see a few...perks to it, as it were," Aaron claimed, able to hold Rachel's writhing form against the wall with just one paw, while the other cupped one of her recently exposed breasts and gave the supple flesh a quick, experimental jiggle. "These are really all you've got going for you, and every little virgin chump in this company sucks up to you for them...guess that means I'm the one in charge now, right? Mine are clearly bigger."

Nothing was off limits for Aaron, who was past the point of turning back. A tail was starting to squirm to life at the base of his tailbone, and as the flesh emerged, fur rushed to it, greeting the new appendage and coating it entirely before it had a chance to properly burst from his flesh. Within seconds, it was wagging from side to side in excitement at all of the fun Aaron was going to have, but even the new addition wasn't aware just how far this change was going to go.

Wide, large footpaws were starting to burst out of old, worn work shoes, complete with claws upon the end of each digit that were every bit as sharp and deadly as the ones that pressed delicately to Rachel's throat...Aaron was the picture of a living werewolfess, but even so, whatever change had taken over his body wasn't quite done with him.

"Dude, Aaron! Knock it the hell off!" One of Rachel's lackeys finally got up the courage to rush the newly transformed canine with an attack, but Aaron knocked him away effortlessly with the back of a paw.

It was the first thing to wipe the grin from his face. "First of all, you can call me Tess, you pathetic worm."

Work slacks that were already being stretched to the edge by a new, curvier shape finally did burst as Tess continued to grow with something heavier than fur. As falling, tattered denim revealed the complete change from a male to a female, cracks in the floor showed that Tess wasn't nearly done changing just yet.

Her form was impossibly dense to start, but that weight was starting to spread as muscles grew thicker and longer, each limb elongating in front of a crowd that was already in complete and utter disbelief. The effortless task of holding Rachel up to the wall became so easy that Tess nearly forgot about her, but the growing size of her palm against the face of her former manager kept her pinned into the drywall, until it began giving way to the sheer force Tess applied.

"Second of all," Tess carried on as Rachel fell through crumbling drywall, "I'm just getting started with you miserable bunch of fucking losers."

Tess made no secrets about who her enemies were in the workplace, and those who figured themselves to be safe were already starting to sneak for the door. When the wolfess didn't stop them, they started running for their lives, leaving behind Randall, Rachel, and the majority of her worshipping harem.

If they'd made a break for the door when they had the chance, they might have survived to see another day, albeit on the run from the giant wolfess that would have been tracking them down. Instead, they watched in paralyzing fear as she continued to grow, and once again, she lifted Rachel with ease, this time with only a pair of digits to pinch the front of her blouse.

Tess was already three times the height of the tallest employee in the building, and she was still growing out with rapid and equal proportion. Her pawtips were massive enough to dangle Rachel over her favorite coworkers with ease, but the former manager wasn't destined to hang there forever.

"You still never told me what it was you had to say, Rache. If it was really important, you might wanna say it now...I don't think you'll be around for my next performance review!" Tess didn't make idle threats, as her paw continued bringing Rachel closer and closer to the small puffs of steam that radiated from canine nostrils.

That same fear was still _pouring_from her skin, an aroma that Tess couldn't possibly ignore. She was eager to taste it, but just by gazing upon Rachel, the wolfess knew that she wasn't quite large enough to accomplish the task in one bite, and she didn't want poor Randall to have to deal with cleaning up the mess.

A few seconds would change all of that for Tess, as she stepped forward and shook the walls around the conference room with her weight. She was growing larger still, until the tops of her tall, canine ears brushed the roof, and ultimately became squished against it, until her head pressed right up through the drywall and roofing of the building.

Chunks of rooftop fell to the street below as Tess towered over her former coworkers. One free paw was all of the destructive freedom she needed to grip the edge of the hole she'd made, and with a gentle pull, most of what was left of the roof came apart in her grasp. She tossed it across the parking lot, right through the front row where the executives of the company parked and watched gleefully as their expensive cars were trashed under pieces of the very building they leeched off of.

"You're not much of a screamer, Rache," Tess had to sneak one last taunt in before she finished the job, but she was right: Rachel was dangling unconscious, revealing how thoroughly she'd been terrified. She never even saw the fangs closing around her body as she was settled upon a wet, massive tongue and swallowed with one gulp; no chewing was required. "_Mmmn..._shame I was the last one to get to taste you before you went. I guess that's why all of these little chumps were busy licking your asshole all the time...you were a delicious little bitch!"

An arm reached back, and the recoil knocked the front wall of the facility down into the yard of the property as Tess became visible from a greater distance. Cars were stopping just beyond the access road and watching as she reached down into the crowd that remained, grabbing handfuls of her former coworkers and swallowing them down like they were potato chips from a nearly empty bag. Most of them didn't even have the chance to be chewed apart, and Tess loved the feeling of their flailing bodies kicking and screaming as they went right down into her gullet, clothes and all.

It was just the kind of lunch break that Tess was hoping for, but she was ready to get back to work, and she had a feeling that Randall needed a ride back to his department.

"Don't worry, little guy. I didn't forget you."

Reflecting on their friendship and the rest of his life, Randall was shaking just as hard as anyone else had when the shadow of a paw enveloped him. Pawtips gripped his body and wrapped it in a palm with a shockingly delicate touch, but when Tess opened her muzzle this time, there was no brutal ending waiting for Randall.

He winced his eyes shut as the flat of a canine tongue slurped over his cheek, and the rest of his head in turn. "Seems to me that you_enjoyed_ watching me tear this place up. Wanna see what I can do when I really get into it?"

Randall reeked with the same aroma of fear that Tess was so quickly becoming addicted to, but she wanted to keep him around for a while. He took a moment to reply, but when he knew that his life wasn't forfeit, he nodded rapidly and watched as Tess set him right upon the top of her breasts, just at the birth of her natural cleavage.

"Hold on tight, then. I think you're really gonna like this."

Soft, fuzzy breasts made for quite a comfortable ride as Randall gazed out over the company property from a height he'd never seen it before. The whole compound was in view, but a quarter of it faded from sight as Tess leapt into the air and slammed both of her footpaws down on it, crushing in the roof and shattering the exterior walls with nothing more than the shockwave of her landing.

"There! I just took out your whole department. Now you can spend the day slacking off with me..."