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Returning The Gesture

Warning: This is a personal story unrestrained by such things as a client asking for anything specific. This is gonna be cursed like "Casual Warcrimes", "Just Another Isekai", "Cursed By Design" and the like. Includes TF/TG, feminization, upper class shitbaggery and working class insubordination. Oh, and human supremacy and debatably non-con and a really fucking nasty CEO with traces of peanuts, tree nuts and nuts in general. And screwballs. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if you are not of legal age to do so.)

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Alastair Maxwell. The mere mention of that name was enough to make a great number of powerful men tremble in their boots. A prodigy of the new gilded age of the 21st century, and an example of its worst trends, Alastair had made a name for himself in the 2030's as one of Jeff Bezos' most feared vice CEO's. After Jeff Bezos passed in the year 2055 at the age of 90, Bezos had left the company to Alastair.

And there was one thingthat was for certain. Alastair drove a tough ship, even harder than his predecessor.

"Sir, the 3 PM meeting is happening now." "Good. It was about those good for nothing union people, wasn't it?" "Yes sir." Alastair grunted. "Of course it is..." "Sir..." "Don't tell me, you're going to say something impertinent and bordering on insubordination." "N-no sir." "Then get it out."

Alastair's tone was venomous.

"Well, sir... P-perhaps an investigation into employee morale would be of some value? If it turns out to be nothing, then no harm, no foul?" "That's exactly what I thought you'd say. I hear one more thing like that again and it's your ass." Alastair got up and huffed. "Now let's get this meeting over with, see what those good-for-nothing assclowns are gonna bitch and moan about this time."

I hope they give you something to moan about, the secretary thought as Alastair got up and headed to the boardroom, sitting at the head of the table, as per usual, where the board of directors were all gathered, with furs and Protogen waiting on them with a mix of alcoholic drinks, donuts and coffee, the anthros' collars marked with the corporate logo of the company and carrying a sizable shock pack to remind them who owned their asses.

"Y-your coffee sir." A rather thin vulpine anthro said to Alastair meekly as he poured him his coffee. "Thank you." The fox soon bowed and carried on with his work as one of the Protogens went over to the projector and connected.

"So, what do you all want?" "We need to speak about losses so far. The company's finance department have noticed a sharp uptick in losses related to maintenance and Human Resources has noticed high employee turnover rates. It would appear that the labour pool is getting thinner. If you'll recall to 2022, Amazon's turnover rate was so significant that the company was actually starting to flounder simply because they could no longer obtain new workers. Now that AmazoMart has acquired Amazon and overcome this with the Protogen production, and vatgrown anthros, and profits are at a record high, non menial positions within especially the corporate office are getting harder and harder to fill, people are quitting fast enough that new positions are hard to fill."

Alastair huffed and rolled his eyes.

"And we're still profitable with our current strategy. Explain how this is my problem?" "Of course we're still profitable, sir. But we're not going to have employees in cubicles doing their jobs if current trends continue." "How do you propose we solve the problem then, if not at least altering our current company policies for our workers?" "Increase the budget for security and snap up competitors, of course. If the good-for-nothing red rabble-rousers are trying to get our people to unionize and they're trying to find work elsewhere, we just have to make it clear that they had best keep in mind that the company comes first."

The rest of the board had a slightly exasperated expression at Alastair's proposal, but none of them were prepared to actually stand up to him. A few of them simply rested their heads on the table and let out quiet sighs. Maxwell glared around. He couldn't believe them! He'd led the company to even greater profits, they should be thanking HIM! And now they were questioning his leadership?

The fur that had brought Alastair his drink seemed more nervous than usual as Maxwell knocked it back. "Now, let me make one thing quite clear. I'm in charge. You are not. You'll comply with orders, and follow the plan of the NSA Board of Directors. If you don't, it's the blacklist for you. Do I make myself clear?"

The others at the meeting seemed dejected but reluctantly all nodded their heads.

"Crystal, sir." "Good."

*****

Ugh, these meetings were such a waste of time! Why in the fuck did he bother?? Alastair was glad his day was finally over and he decided to stop by with his personal company masseuse, a Protogen who'd been built specifically for the task, who took his coat and put on a saccharine tone, typical of Protogens that WEREN'T runaway property.

"Good evening sir." "Good evening..." "I presume sir had a rough day today?" "Very... Insubordination up the ass." "I presume sir is in need of my services?" "Very much so." "Then I shall attend to sir's needs." The Protogen led Alastair to the massage table, and gently started to remove the portly CEO's shirt, with the surprising dexterity that Alastair loved about this specific Protogen. He let out a sigh as he soon laid face-first on the table and the Protogen went over to the tape deck and opened the mechanism. The Protogen's mischevious smile reflected in the clear glossy cassette shell as they read the label, "Massage tunes enhanced version", with a little winky face drawn on it.

As the Play button was pressed, feel-good and calming music floated through the room, making Alastair sigh gently as his concerns about the last day seemed to just... Melt for some reason.Then the CEO felt his Protogen put some kind of gel on his back that felt cool, but... Tingly, as he mmmphed gently, those practiced paws running over his back. He just barely restrained a moan.

"That's right, let loose all of your worries, let me take care of you..." Had Alastair been more lucid, he might have noticed the overly aspartamically sweet tone of the Protogen had dropped for something much more human and normal, but for some reason, that music and those paws burnt up the concerns as his eyes closed in bliss. He felt like he was floating on the clouds as the Protogen ran their paws over his shoulders and down his arms, some part of him wondering how hairy his arms were, but once again, any concern he might have felt was burning away like guncotton caught in the exhaust of a turbojet. He wiggled his hips lightly as the Protogen smirked behind him and secured his wrists.

"Relaxing so much already, you're doing so well~" The Protogen practically murred in his ear, running a claw up and down it, which felt... Bigger, fluffier and more sensitive as he panted, his dick hardening rapidly against the massage table. He barely noticed when his pants were removed.

"Good job, just let go of all those worries, you don't need to think~" The Protogen nibbled at those eartips and grabbed his meat, making him moan and wiggle as the Protogen started to paw him, rubbing more of whatever the Protogen had putover him onto it, making him tingle with new sensitivity as every stroke seemed to shorten it more and more and Ala... What was the name? Whatever, why were they worried? It felt so GOOD to give up all those worries!

Soon there was nothing but one careful claw stroking over the nub on her new entrance as the one formerly known as Alastair dumped the last vestiges of masculinity over the table and the Protogen over her play growled an unbound her wrists, flipping her over and letting her see her furry belly and armoured, rounded chest. Only her legs were free of fur or armour at this point and the Protogen had her ankles on his armoured shoulders and that meat pointed right at her slit.

"Good girl, Allie~" The handsome protogen murred and teased her, rubbing more of the metallic black substance into her legs as she watched them become shapely and slender, as fur fluffed up in the wake of those master paws before aaaaaagnh~! The first push into her new entrance made her now large, visored, fluffy head flop back into the table and her smooth nanite tongue to flop out the side of her fancy Protogen maw and let out a high pitched moan of need and pleasure. "O-oh god yes, more~" "Such a good girl~" The Protogen play growled and started to thrust, with practically feral force, growling in her ear and making her squirm and shiver as she whimpered and moaned.

Nothing else existed but her and that Protogen, filling her fuller than anyone ever had. There was no past, and the only future she cared about was more. He stretched her out, filled her, got every last spot within her, and she wouldn't trade anything for the feeling of more! She rocked her hips into each thrust, letting out a wet plap with each slam as he made a slight bulge in her lower belly, stoking the flame in her nethers like a giant pair of bellows blasting air into a forge. As she did so, her legs rearranged into their proper digitigrade stance as her thigh plates started to expand and her displays winked on, and her eye graphics displayed pink hearts. She gasped and mmphed and clenched as she was quickly brought to her first screaming climax, her entire form shaking as her tail floofed out and the Protogen above her merel chuckled knowingly.

"Damn, barely even started and you already burst, I'm gonna break you!" "B-break me, I need it!" "Gladly~" The big, strong proto between her legs growled as she felt herself turned on her side and one of her legs released, the other folded up as the Protogen shifted to get a better angle inside her, gently gripping her scruff in his teeth as she gasped and shivered and moaned as the Protogen railed into her with all the force he could muster, drawing horny screams out of her nanite-lined maw. It was all she could do to hold back just long enough to-

Just as she was about to go off half-cocked, the Protogen gave her everything and then the knot, shoving that ball of arousal as deep in her as he could and filling her with his essence as both yelped and screamed in pleasure, shuddering from the climax.

As they did so, the tape finally ran out on that side and the newly minted bitch came down from her climax, before blinking and gasping, trying to pull away. "W-what the fuck?!" "Oh yes, I recorded the whole thing, and you fucking loved it!" "G-get the fuck off me you freak?! What the fuck did you do to me?!" She yelped as the knot pulled on her and she panted in pain. "Shouldn't have delved so far into nanotechnology if all you were going to do was abuse your own staff with it. Figured a change of perspective was going to help you realize what you were doing was nothing but wrong. Now either you help correct your human mistakes, or I show your former subordinates what really happened. And believe me, the neocorporate system you helped make will treat you a hell of a lot harsher if the truth gets out."

Motherfucker, she thought!

"They won't believe you!" "I recorded the entire thing, and the transformation. And I'm not the only one in your company that wanted to see you humbled. Ever since Bezos, you got fat and rich off the work of everyone else and took all the credit, but without us, you'd be nothing, and now you ARE nothing. You own nothing, just like the rest of us you put in this position. You made us to be slaves, and now when you get what you put us through, suddenly that's wrong? Newsflash, everything you did was always wrong, and now it's time you realized that."

Allie huffed and blushed, looking away. This was it, she'd been ruined... Tied to a massage table, betrayed by her subordinates... And now she was nothing. She growled to herself and slammed her fist into the cushion in frustration.

"Fine. Ass." "You're a fine piece of it yourself." "Fuck off pig." "Says the one who got fat off of others' hard work."

The protogen gently untied and handed Allie a towel. "Get yourself cleaned up, and remember to put on the Joywire tone. I've got some others in the company to introduce you to while we make some... Changes around here, now that you're no longer the board's problem."

Allie growled as she took the towel with some force. Fuck, the cum in her fur was going to be an absolute bitch to get out... And yet, for some reason, something lingered in the back of her mind that... Maybe getting cum in her fur later wouldn't be that bad. She shook her head to clear that thought. For now she just had to focus on not having that video leaked to the world...