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Roxahlia in Predatory Promotions (A SynTech Story)

By Danath

Roxahlia © Graith

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Date: [REDACTED] Re: Alpha Protocol Implementation

To: Jiji Burleigh COO From: [REDACTED]

Per instructions, Alpha Protocol has been implemented in the Planning and Permits Department, a subdivision of the SynTech Campus Management Division. Because the Planning and Permits Department is isolated in the top floors of a single building, and because the current promotion structure instigates stagnation, we chose PPD as the initial test site for the Alpha Protocol in the hopes that it may also be implemented in other underperforming departments as necessary. Initial results are encouraging, though the test subjects are reacting more slowly than we anticipated. Request further time to research before delivering the initial review.

Surveillance equipment feeds are available at [REDACTED]. Highlight reels will be sent daily showing continued effects of Alpha Protocol on the employee structure. Considering the relatively entrenched structure surrounding the head of the department, [REDACTED], some researchers speculate this may be the cause of the slow reaction time to the Alpha Protocol's suggestions.

Further reports will follow as new information is analyzed.

[REDACTED]

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Roxahlia leaned back in her chair and grunted as the old metal ground and squeaked in protest. It wasn't as though she weighed all that much, she thought. It was just the higher-ups were too cheap to invest in decent office furniture - one of many complaints the long-suffering crocodile harbored in silence. She stretched her back and shoulders, letting the long, mane-like strands of bright, rose pink hair fall around her more lightly hued skin and the black button-up shirt covering her plump breasts and narrow belly. A matching pair of black slacks and belt with an opening sewn in the back for her long, tapered tail completed the outfit. Her tail featured a dark pink ridge down the middle, along with soft pink skin on the sides and an even lighter cream shade on the underside. The croc's skin glistened, and though the reptile's exposed arms and tail showed a few patches of bumpy scales, it was clear she took good care of herself so as not to dry out.

She wasn't sure if making herself this presentable every single day was worth it, though. The crocodile slaved away at the permits desk for three years now and saw no signs of a raise or promotion coming her way any time soon. In fact, there were at least two dozen people in the permits department who'd been eligible for promotions far longer than her, despite being far worse at their jobs - something Roxahlia wasn't afraid to mention in meetings, creating more than a few office enemies, not that the proudly bitchy croc cared. She was there to do her job, do it well, and get ahead - not make friends and slack like some of her peers. Unfortunately, the promotion system valued experience over ambition and modernization.

The crocodile picked up her smartphone and glanced at the screen, checking her hair and makeup quickly, before setting it down and reaching between her legs to adjust the prominent bulge squeezing down the right leg of her pants. There was something extra in the coffee she had on the way in to work this morning, she thought, because she was just not able to get comfortable today. Her wide thighs squeezed together, surrounding the dark pink shaft protruding from between the croc's legs; from what was visible above, she was showing off, but she couldn't help it. She just couldn't get herself soft this morning, ever since she walked through the doors and got to her desk. At this rate, Roxahlia thought, she'd need to make a visit to the restroom to get some relief.

That idea sounded better the next second, and the second after that. Every day this week, in fact, she'd ended up in one of the many restrooms in the large building, gasping as she came harder than she could have believed for no reason at all. The relief was always welcome, but always temporary. Pushing herself from the desk in front of her, the crocodile grunted and quickly adjusted her bulge, pointing her thickness up and to the side before grabbing her laptop to hold in front of her crotch. Her laptop was too small, though, and she realized the outline of her thick knot was showing. Each step made her chest ache as her nipples rubbed against the inside of her bra, which felt far too tight and uncomfortable at the moment. The straps dug into the thick skin around her shoulders as she huffed, beelining for the nearest restroom as she felt the front of her pants grow damp and sticky.

What was going on with her today? She groaned as she shoved open the door to the restroom, but a chorus of gasps and moans returned her way. Every single stall was occupied by people obviously in the midst of intense orgasms. The stench of cum was unbelievable. Roxahlia's shoulders twitched as she dropped her long muzzle open, tongue flopping out past the rows of sharp white fangs lining up and down the long and wide mouth. Her nostrils flared as her cock throbbed, squeezing outwards, stretching against her pants. She stumbled forward, past the line of co-workers waiting, and slid her laptop across the counter by the sinks before grasping the edge, leaning over and moaning into the mirror, eyes shut as her cock pulsed. A thick blob of white seed sprayed through the black fabric of the pants, drizzling down the cloth on the outside and down her leg on the inside. The crocodile's tail swept to the side, rubbing and sliding across co-workers indiscriminately as she dug her claws into the sink. She had to... she had to cum... there was no time...

The crocodile did the only thing she could do. Shoving her way forward, she slammed open the nearest stall and got inside, pushing the otter already occupying the stall forward against the wall. The brown-furred male's chest slammed into the divider as she closed the door behind her and frantically undid her pants. The otter's cock twitched, spurting hard and coating the wall with cum as her claws tore open her pants, finally freeing the arousal inside. It sprung upwards, releasing a thick spray of seed as it went, sending the shot arcing the few feet across the stall to splatter over the otter's wide muzzle.

Roxahlia recognized him even as she grabbed her cock with both hands and dragged down until she was squeezing her fully enraged knot, blasting him with another shot of thick white seed. He worked in the planning and permits department as well, but under a different manager. They'd chatted once or twice at company picnics.

"Rodney, right?" the crocodile gasped, hips pumping into her soft, smooth pink hands as she stroked her erupting cannon with growing desperation. No matter how much she came, she couldn't cum fast enough.

"Yeah... sorry about the... mess..." the otter gasped, eyes wide as he stared up at the crocodile. He stroked his cock, unable to stop himself, urged on by the same compulsion affecting Roxahlia and everyone else.

"Are you still on the... Franklin Park... project?" the crocodile moaned. She leaned forward, one hand lifting from her cock and stretching out to grab the otter's shoulder.

"No... the Atlas Building Parking Complex is my new assignmenffffmmmphhh!"

Roxahlia wasn't sure what she was doing, only that she couldn't help herself. This otter was competition. He was up for promotion the same as her - in fact, he'd started a few months ahead of her, so he was going to get promoted first regardless. The dreadful, impatient heat in her belly kicked something aside, knocked something loose deep in the recesses of her reptilian mind. Roxahlia's eyes blinked wide and slow as her jaws stretched wide in front of the otter's face as he spoke. Before she could stop herself - not that she wanted to - the otter's head and shoulders disappeared past the sharp rows of gleaming white teeth inside the croc's huge muzzle. She leaned backwards against the door, wrapping her tail around the post at the bottom corner, while her hands grabbed at Rodney's hips, pulling him forward. He squirmed, wriggling, but he wasn't trying to escape. Roxahlia grunted as she felt his hips flop forward, pumping and pounding against her tongue as she swallowed his head down into the deep, warm confines of her throat. Her thoughts were fuzzy as she leaned back further, arms flexing, doing things on instinct rather than rational thought. She tipped the otter upwards until his legs pushed straight past the top of the stall walls. The people outside could see them, Roxahlia was sure, so she swallowed again. The feet dropped a few inches. Her fingers pressed against her throat, feeling the outline of the otter's head slide deeper. His hips filled her muzzle now, so that his cock was forced to point up between his knees, still firing off into the air, mostly dribbling down to fill the crocodile's open maw.

Roxahlia's cock pulsed, firing harder every time she swallowed. This is what was missing, she realized. This is what she needed. The otter's hips slid past her gullet, down her neck, followed swiftly by the short male's legs and feet. Her lips squeezed around his calves as she slurped him down like a big slippery noodle. Her tongue squeezed around his ankles and between his toes as he wiggled even harder, the bulge of his hips halfway down her stretched throat showing his arousal plainly. The crocodile moaned as she wrapped her paws around her belly, which now stretched forward over the open fly of her pants, pushing her rock-hard arousal almost straight forward. The thick, creamy pink flesh of her bloated stomach squeezed through the buttons that, somehow, held on despite her massive meal. Audible gurgles, moans, and cries of pleasure echoed from her churning gut as she felt the orgasming otter wriggle madly inside her. The small male's wiggling toes and ankles squeezed their way down through her swallowing gullet as she pushed her fingers into her belly, able to feel the hard outlines of the otter's head and shoulders through her skin and shirt.

The crocodile's eyes closed as a burst of pleasure struck her. The pink reptile's thighs quivered as her belly tightened. She pressed her claws into her shirt as the stretching buttons relaxed slightly, while the muffled gurgles and cries of pleasure from within intensified. Roxahlia licked her lips, sliding one hand down to her cock as she felt her body churn away at the wriggling male inside of her. The muffled cries intensified, only to suddenly cut out as power flooded her body. Roxahlia gasped, watching as her distended belly pulled smoother, flatter, within a few minutes resuming its former shape - only enhanced. The obvious ridges of a set of abs that weren't there before squeezed beneath her fingers as she licked her lips again, still tasting Rodney's fur and spunk he'd left behind on his way down. Her cock pulsed, still hard, but the overwhelming need to orgasm, to cum, to rut anything that moved - that was somewhat diminished. Still there, but merely present, like when someone stole her lunch last week and she had only a few crackers from the break room all day - sure, it was something, but not much, and not nearly satisfying enough.

Roxahlia opened her eyes, sharp white teeth showing as she straightened herself up and tore away the rest of her clothes, leaving herself naked. The crocodile's hunger and lust would have to be satisfied...

The first of her co-workers in the line waiting to get into a stall despite the awkward noises and sounds over the past five minutes stared in shock as the crocodile emerged from the cubicle - alone. The wall from the floor to ceiling was painted white, while more thick spooge dribbled from the crocodile's full, powerful pink arousal, complete with bulging and threatening knot. The rabbit's eyes widened as Roxahlia towered over him, ears back down his shoulders as he stared.

"Hey! You're the one who stole my lunch last week!" Roxahlia growled. "That tuna was special order, you jerk!"

The rabbit's mouth opened, but the crocodile's hand was there first, wrapping around his face and dragging him forward off his feet. His chest flattened against her belly and his hips dragged across her member, which stuffed between his large rabbit thighs, causing it to fire off between his legs and across the cute deer behind him - an intern Roxahlia'd seen around. He stared at the crocodile as the rabbit's head squeezed into her right breast, pushing and dimpling inwards further and deeper until her breast surrounded his ears down to his shoulders.

A pair of otters behind the deer peeked around, trying to see what was going on. Roxahlia grunted and leaned forward, grabbing the nearest one just as she'd grabbed the rabbit, and pushed him up, squirming and gasping, cumming just as hard as Rodney had earlier. The crocodile couldn't explain why she was smothering the two with her tits, but she knew it felt... right. To put these two insubordinates into their place. Nobody was going to get that promotion besides her!

The deer whirled around on the remaining otter who stared, dumbstruck, as the two males hung out of the crocodile's swollen breasts, consumed up to their hips, both of their arousals painting the croc's belly white with ropes of seed as they came uncontrollably, arms pinned down their sides as the enormous breasts pulled them in deeper.

Roxahlia watched the deer with interest just as the otter watched her. The deer's muzzle opened, stretching wide, and glomped down around the otter's head. The smaller male squeaked and squirmed, but pushed forward, trying to go deeper, rather than executing any attempt to escape. The croc's chest bulged outwards, breasts rippling and distending as the squirming males shoved deeper thanks to her iron grip. Roxahlia panted, moaning hard, cock jerking every few seconds as her enormous chest swelled with the full weight of the two co-workers. Her pale, creamy pink flesh squeezed down around them, showing their arms and legs in outline as the last of their toes slid inside, absorbed completely by her torso. Roxahlia wrapped her hands around her broad nipples, palming them as she felt the wriggling increase, the volume of the moans growing louder from within her overfilled chest. Her eyes watered as she came, hands-free, unable to stop grasping and rubbing and massaging her aching, churning tits, as the huge orbs rounded out and pulled in taut, shrinking down and compressing the two males inside. Their twin cries of bliss cut out with a jiggle of flesh, leaving Roxahlia several cup sizes improved. The crocodile grunted, smiling as she watched the intern struggling to down the otter, whose legs and hips still hung outside the buck's jaws.

As she strode past, enlarged chest swinging confidently side to side thanks to her newfound saunter, the crocodile swept her tail up and wrapped the tip around the otter's ankles, tipping him up and shoving down, forcing him straight down the surprised deer's throat. Both males came and wriggled as the crocodile's tail slithered away. She grinned and considered putting the deer up for a full-time position - he certainly showed initiative.

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Date: [REDACTED] Re: Alpha Protocol PPD

To: Jiji Burleigh COO From: [REDACTED]

First confirmed examples of predatory business behaviors observed among staff. Behavior spreads quickly once employees are made aware of the new promotion guidelines.

Several anomalous subjects require closer observation:

[REDACTED] [REDACTED] Roxahlia [REDACTED] [REDACTED]

Will update further with next report.

[REDACTED]

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Roxahlia earned her promotion. The next morning, she was summoned to the manager's office alongside a confident Rodney, who appeared to be slightly smaller to Roxhalia than he was yesterday when she'd eaten him. The otter's expression turned crestfallen when he heard the news, however, but that didn't last long - to celebrate, the crocodile stuffed him down her gullet right there in the manager's office.

The manager, an older and gray-furred feline, stared disapprovingly as the crocodile's belly swelled outwards, wriggling madly. Roxahlia hadn't quite managed to keep all of the otter's spooge-shots inside her muzzle as she'd swallowed him, splashing a couple ribbons across the manager's desk. The feline's stern look didn't soften even though, beneath the desk, his paw frantically worked his maleness.

"I appreciate the promotion, and Rodney is a fun snack, but I don't feel like Assistant Permitting Manager is the title I deserve right now," Roxahlia said. "I think Permits and Planning Department Manager sounds much better."

The feline's eyes widened. "But that's my job!"

"Oh? So you're my competition?"

The crocodile's lips turned upwards, revealing her freshly used teeth as she patted her now flat, hard, muscular belly. In her pants, the black fabric stretched outwards obscenely, especially as she shifted her hips and lifted the heavy bulge of her thick stalk up onto the edge of the feline's desk.

"Let's see how you stack up, then!"

Roxahlia reached down, undoing the fly of her slacks and pulling the flaps open. She'd ended up going home completely nude yesterday - an awkward and messy car ride - so today she was planning to be more careful. Her thickness stretched outwards, flopping with a thud onto the desk, splattering a streak of warm, white seed towards the awestruck feline. The knot at the base of the croc's shaft thickened slightly.

"How about that?" the crocodile grunted. "And I'm not even hard all the way yet!"

The feline shivered as he stood up and turned his hips to the side. A beefy, dark black shaft lurched upwards, easily twice the thickness of the pink croc's member and a few inches longer as well. It slammed against the table top, drenching the croc's shaft with a wave of seed.

"Where were you hiding that?" Roxahlia gasped, staring at the twitching, oversized shaft. It was clearly too large for the feline, but then she saw past his stalk and the wide veins crawling up the sides, past the stretched sheath, to his inflated balls, which still wriggled and bulged with the movements of at least one of the manager's subordinates. Come to think of it, Roxhalia didn't see either of his secretaries on the way in. "Oh, I get it!"

The crocodile's thighs flexed as she stepped up onto the top of the desk. The feline turned his head, staring up at her with wide eyes, but made no move otherwise as she shoved her hips forward and down. The tip of her thick pink cock stretched open against his upturned muzzle, quickly squeezing around his mouth and chin before shoving and stretching and squeezing more of his head. Roxahlia's hips squirmed side to side as she leaned over, tail swinging out behind her for counterweight, and grabbed the feline's shoulders, leaning on him even as she pumped her cock harder, desperately trying to fit more of the large male's head down her shaft. The compulsion to eat, to feed, to grow stronger and fitter and become the chief, the leader, the ruler of her tribe... Roxahlia could feel those emotions growing stronger as she bared her teeth, shuddering with pleasure as she felt the tip of her cock push down into the feline's furry shoulders.

"Oh, yeah... me, the Manager... that sounds right, doesn't it?"

The cat's paws stroked across the length wrapping around his head as the tip flared, swelling, quickly lurching forward and sliding and squeezing down the cat's shoulders, pinning his arms down. Roxahlia dropped forward, arms stretching out and holding onto the chair in which the cat sat earlier as she felt his wriggling torso deep in the base of her cock. She could fee his body stretching outwards, squirming with pleasure, as his massive cock fired load after load. His sac, by this point, shrunk somewhat, smooth and round as it dragged across the floor. Roxahlia's jealous shaft suckled harder, squeezing and pulling, dragging the cat deeper as gravity pulled her down over top of him. He had to bend over as she felt her thighs hit the edge of the desk - she was laying flat out, cock down to the cat's hips, forcing his massive shaft to point down towards the floor and squeeze into his oversized, bloated balls. Each shot ricocheted off the smooth orbs and splattered upwards across the crocodile's smooth belly and thighs.

A little righting of herself, and Roxahlia got to her feet, legs spread wide as she felt the cat's head pop into her swollen sac. She groaned as she squeezed her thighs together, massaging the manager's head as she fed the rest of him - big cock and even bigger balls - to her achingly hungry shaft. The swollen urethra flexed outwards, lifting the massive sac upwards as it slid downwards like a golf ball in a garden hose. Roxahlia's fingers squeezed into her sensitive flesh, stroking madly as her thighs shoved forward, kneading the squirming and moaning body of her manager against her muscular thighs. Her cock sprayed thick loads of cum, pumping madly, coating everything in the room as she huffed, gasping, feeling the power of not just her manager, but the secretaries flood into her system, bulking up her cock and balls, adding pounds of weight to her fit and curvy body.

"Ooooh... oh, yeah... time for another raise! Corner office, you're going to be mine!"

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Date: [REDACTED] Re: Alpha Protocol PPD

To: Jiji Burleigh COO From: [REDACTED]

It's been several weeks since the introduction of the Alpha Protocol and signs point to an overwhelmingly successful test. One-hundred percent of the entire Permits and Planning Department have engaged in predatory behavior on one side or the other. In fact, a curious phenomenon developed where certain employees only appeared to work if promised they'd be eaten at the end of the day, though few of the "willing prey" make it past lunch time.

Further updates will be forthcoming as well as an overall case study with current data and statistics.

[REDACTED]

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Roxahlia patted her belly. She was over eight feet tall now, so Rodney didn't make much of a dent in the overwhelming predatory hunger she felt at all times, but eating her assistant during the nine o'clock break was a custom she was in no hurry to end. Rodney's squeals of delight ended abruptly and Roxahlia burped as she felt a familiar tingle in her incredible twelve-pack of abs. Her enormous biceps flexed around the twin orbs jutting proudly from between the crocodile's shoulders, each huge breast easily as large around as a truck tire. The muscular crocodile's wide hips and enormous rear end supported an equally massive tail, probably two or three times larger than the one she originally possessed even accounting for the several feet in additional size she now sported.

The muscular, massive crocodile licked her lips, enjoying the familiar taste of Rodney's cream with her coffee, and picked herself up from her chair. There was a meeting of department heads, and as the assistant head of the Permits and Planning Department, she needed to be there. Having given up on finding slacks that fit, the enormous pink croc's equally enormous pink cock swayed outwards in a pair of huge briefs somewhat covered by a flowing skirt that barely managed to reach past the croc's thighs, leaving the bulge swinging lewdly over her knees. Her torso was similarly covered underwhelmingly for an overwhelming effect - a button-up shirt with all but the last two undone, leaving half her nipples and all of her cleavage exposed. The enormous, half-hard croc-stalk waved back and forth across her thighs as she strode out of the door of her corner office.

Her secretaries beamed up at her and chorused a "Good morning, Miss Rox," before returning to their typing. She responded in kind to them as well as her other subordinates she passed working at their cubicles.

"Good morning, good morning... yes, check with my secretary... for lunch, yes, yes, I'll make room... good morning..."

The muscular crocodile ran her department with an iron fist. Mistakes were tolerated; failure to fix and learn from mistakes was not. And she also made sure everyone knew she was in charge. Anyone who complained ended up as ballfood. Or in her tits. Or down her muzzle. In fact, every single person in her department knew she could pred on them any time she wanted and there was nothing they could do about it - not that most of them would want to. A few ambitious would-be preds she kept around to help keep the rest of the prey in line, like the former intern buck, now a massive seven-foot monster with a penchant for pecs - namely, making his better by feeding underperforming team members to them daily until their results improved.

"And so I told that pink-scaled bitch there's no way she's eatin' me! Haw haw haw!"

The pink crocodile rounded the corner just as that very same former intern finished telling his story to a group of co-workers around the water cooler. One of them - a lioness with a large belly and larger hips - turned and walked away, tail straight up behind her, while the other two backed up just as quickly, disappearing into the cubicles, leaving the buck suddenly alone.

"Huh? What'd I say?" he asked. When he turned, feeling the sharp pink claws on his shoulder and seeing the vicious smile of the department manager staring down him, his expression turned to one of regret.

"I believe it's time for us to conduct an impromptu employee evaluation," Roxahlia growled, eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer. The pink croc's large red tongue swathed her plump lips with saliva as she exhaled warmly across the seven-foot-tall buck's head. "Unfortunately, your recent conduct has been... unacceptable."

"No, wait, I was just-"

The croc paused, jaws half-open, tongue sliding out and pressing against the buck's face. A trickle of saliva dripped from the tip of the large pink muscle down onto the shivering male's beefy shoulder, where it rolled down his shirt and dripped around the fat, dark red nipple poking against the fabric.

"You've wanted me to eat you since the first time you saw me with Rodney in my belly," the croc said, murmuring between slow and slathering licks of her tongue across the buck's neck and ears. "You were so disappointed I didn't swallow you whole that afternoon, weren't you?"

"N... no, I... I'm not..."

Roxahlia's warm, wet tongue sent more saliva dribbling down the buck's head, over his long and squared-off muzzle, and down his shoulders as she tasted his musk. One of her paws swept lower, reaching between his thighs and groping at the obvious bulge pressing against his slacks.

"Look at you... I can taste it on you already... you're prey, and you've been fooling yourself," the croc said, claws pricking at the buck's heavy sac until he twitched against her tongue and pushed himself onto the tips of his hooves, trying to shove his head past her lips. "Too bad... looks like Theresa is gonna get that promotion instead of you after all. But don't worry, I'm gonna make sure your pecs look better on me than they ever would have on you, prey."

The buck groaned, hips pumping against the crocodile's outstretched paw. He whimpered as the pink reptile's muzzle opened wide, surrounding his face with the heat and warmth of her wet saliva. Roxahlia's belly churned and gurgled with anticipation, growling even lower than the croc as she leaned forward, paws stretching around the buck's hips. She flexed her impressive, muscular arms and torso, causing the fabric of her outstretched panties to tear at the seams until mere threads clung to the veiny shaft. Her shirt popped low, sliding down despite how she lifted her arms up, hauling the huge body of the seven-foot-tall buck straight up into the air until his hooves kicked out the ceiling tiles. Roxahlia tipped her head back at the same time and swallowed, performing the exact same maneuver she'd first used on the small Rodney, but now focused on the impressively sized deer, whose head already twitched deep in the base of her throat. The croc's maw stretched bigger yet as her biceps flexed. She pulled the buck down, swallowing and grabbing at him, clothes and all, until she felt his pent-up bulge against her fingers. His legs kicked straight up in the air as she used her claws to get inside, pulling his fat maleness free. The buck lurched inside her, flexing and wiggling, and all the extra motion as Roxahlia stroked his cock made him sink in quickly. His head pressed outwards against her belly as his cock smacked across her lower lip before rising upwards, flinging seed across the water cooler in front of the croc.

Roxahila closed her eyes, enjoying the last part the most - the feeling of her prey curling up inside her gut, frantically masturbating as incredible pleasure seeped into their bodies, digesting and churning them into so much cum and muscle for the dominant crocodile to use in her ambitious rise through the ranks. The crocodile groaned as she wrapped her tongue around the buck's hooves and pulled him down the last bit hands-free, leaning her shoulders into the wall as her head stayed back. The buck's meaty legs stretched down her throat and joined the rest of him in her belly moments later, forming a massive bulging tangle of arms and legs and head and cock that shifted and squirmed against her paws.

"I believe we'll need to have this meeting every morning... this... entire... nnnffffffgghhhh... week!" the crocodile moaned. Her enormous maleness sprung upwards, flexing mightily through the shreds of fabric still clinging to the huge veins of the masculine monster. The croc grasped it with her hand as it stretched upwards, curling against the swollen roundness of her full, distended belly. "Ooooh... ooh, yes... you're far better as prey than an assistant manager!"

Roxahlia ended up running five minutes late to the meeting of department heads, but the wait was worth it to see the pink croc's completely nude, extra wide hindquarters saunter through the door. Her entire body was larger, more muscular, noticeably taller and recently plumped up with one of her biggest meals yet, though only the odd gurgle in her hard, rippling six back was any indication she'd just finished digesting her snack. The crocodile's glossy pink flesh glistened, shiny and smooth, as her bare rump spread across the chair set up for her at the conference room table.

"Finally! We can get started!" said a large, muscular lion in a blue suit that barely covered his massive chest. He glared at Roxahlia, ignoring completely the grunts and moans coming from her backside. "I can't believe you've embarrassed me by showing up late, Roxahlia. Assistant heads should set an example of timeliness!"

"Relax, George," Roxahlia grunted. "I nipped a potential harassment case in the bud and it took five minutes. Chill. Besides, it looked like the messenger I sent to let you know I'd be late kept you entertained."

The lion glared and made to speak again, but he was interrupted by the Division Chief, the head honcho, a massively endowed dark gray wolf whose deep pelt hid somewhat the definition of his body. His thick maleness drooped past his knees, reaching all the way down to his ankles as it draped over the bean bag chair-sized balls forcing his knees apart. A variety of bulges and excited squeals, muffled and muted, sounded from deep inside those heavy and hairy balls. The wolf's stomach was similarly swollen and squirming, huge enough that it squeezed down into the top of his thick maleness.

"Enough. Roxahlia's department hit every metric and benchmark and then some, George," the wolf said. "If my best performing assistant manager in the entire division is five minutes late to take care of trouble on behalf of the company, that's nothing to get upset about. The rest of you are too busy eating your subordinates to manage effectively."

The wolf paused and let out a tremendous belch as the heft of his belly shifted somewhat.

"As you can see, staff turnover at the upper levels is high as we go through this new promotion protocol business. We need to keep motivated and make sure we hit those benchmarks. Roxahlia, keep doing what you're doing!"

The crocodile almost purred as the praise rained in around her. Her fat arousal pulsed, fattening up, and she couldn't help but notice the way George's eyes kept going down to the huge, monstrous pink shaft and the incredible knot at the base. Roxahlia licked her lips, the flare of hunger growing inside her again even as her belly turned the last of the buck into so much thick, muscular crocodile flesh. She listened to the wolf's forecasts for permit planning with half an ear, but the focus of her attention was the muscular lion. She licked her lips and grinned as she stood up and nodded at the gray wolf.

"Excuse me, keep going, please," she said, dragging her cock with her as she stalked around the chairs towards the other side.

The wolf resumed, showing the numbers on a presentation projected onto the wall behind him. Roxahlia's huge tail swept across the floor as she stood behind George, who turned to glare up at her before his eyes dropped back to her thick, throbbing half-hard pink cock, which she had to little but lift upwards and aim at the lion's snout to get him sniffing and licking across the head. None of the other managers, assistant managers, department heads, and others in the conference room batted an eye as George made out with the crocodile's incredibly large shaft, though there were a few jealous glances after Roxahlia pulled her massive shaft down around the big, muscular cat's head, completely enveloping his wide muzzle and most of his dark brown mane in one go. She squeezed her fingers into her tip, pushing the flesh hard and firm around the lion's head, muffling his grunts and moans so as not to disturb the ongoing presentation.

As the wolf continued, the crocodile stuffed the lion down under the table, keeping him on his hands and knees as her thick dick stretched around his head and shoulders, pulsing and tingling as it gradually yet inexorably pulled him deeper. Roxahlia leaned back, one hand splayed across the base of her thickness as she leisurely fed the department head to her cock, though she made sure to nod along and murmur in agreement when appropriate so as to feign interest in the forecasts, which she already knew by heart. The lion's hips squirmed, arousal on full display beneath the table - including the still-churning sac full of his secretary. The crocodile's pink sac inflated, dragging the gurgling lion deeper and deeper, until only his feet remained twitching at the tip of her fantastically huge, stretched shaft.

"Thank you for your attention during that. Does anyone have anything they'd like to add?" the wolf asked. His belly, by this point, had stopped squirming and was slowly condensing down into a six pack hard and deep enough to show even through his long gray fur, while his enormous sac hardly shrunk at all.

Swinging her thick, plump tush to the side and using her tail as counterweight, Roxahlia whomped her mammoth stalk onto the conference room table as the lion's toes wiggled frantically. Her full, cream-colored sac sloshed as it dropped towards the floor, past her knees, filling rapidly with the big lion. Roxahlia raised a hand into the air as her other squeezed down against the middle of the top of her cock, shoving the flesh more firmly into the lion's hips still inside, but moving more quickly now down towards the base.

"Does this forecast account for the upcoming bout of unseasonably warm weather?" she asked. "That may... ooohffff, excuse me..."

The lion's feet disappeared into the tip as the crocodile had to pause and close her eyes mid-sentence. The entire conference room watched as her enormous pink sac stretched and filled with the shuddering and squirming body of the oversized, overhung lion.

"Ahem. Yes, anyways, that may extend building times past November. The meteorologist I talked to this morning said it was almost a guarantee that we'll see higher than usual temperatures all through the next four months."

"Excellent question, Roxahlia," the wolf said. He turned towards a beefy, heavyset lioness. "Building Ops? What about the forecast?"

The lioness - the same one chatting it up with the buck now forming so much muscle across the croc's huge figure - glanced nervously from the wolf to the croc and back again, but didn't say a word.

The wolf sighed and licked his lips as his thick maleness twitched with hunger. The worried expression on the plump lioness's face grew deeper.

"Very well. I'll make sure we check that out, Roxahlia. Good catch."

The crocodile leaned back in her seat, a wide smile running up and down her powerful jaws. Her cock jerked upwards briefly, pulsing and spitting a glob of thick white seed across the table before dropping back down out of view between the muscular reptile's wide thighs. Amongst the large blobs of thick seed were the clothes George wore earlier.

That afternoon, she was informed that, effective immediately, her department was merging with George's and she was to be named the Department Head effective immediately. Within two weeks, the former muscle-head big cat was mewling to be eaten along with the rest of the prey working the bottom rungs of the department. Roxahlia managed well after all and put everyone in their proper place eventually. George and Rodney and the cute buck turned into her regular mid-morning snacks. The crocodile grinned as she massaged her belly, feeling the three squirmy little prey toys humping away at each other inside her fat and full stomach. As the reptile stroked a paw across her glistening, enormous pink member, she listened to the familiar cries of pleasure and need rumbling out of her growling stomach, and she wondered when she'd finally be put in charge of the entire division. That wolf was just too big of an eater for her to take on right now, though. Maybe once she hit ten feet...

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Date: [REDACTED] Re: Alpha Protocol PPD

To: Jiji Burleigh COO From: [REDACTED]

Final update regarding current situation in the Planning and Permits Department. Surprisingly, the Alpha Protocol resulted in a stable environment. The reorganization at the lower rungs is a constant churn as people attempt to climb the ladder, but the top few rungs are steady. Apparently, a pack-like structure breeding loyalty developed. See notes on Roxahlia [REDACTED] for information about the results of [REDACTED]. Additionally, [REDACTED] was an assistant researcher who is requesting a transfer to PPD. I've attached the request and recommend allowing it - my jaws can't stretch that wide.

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The End