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"Beatrice Hoffman?" The tabby in the coat called from the cracked-open doorway. His lab coat just barely peeked through the door as his eyes searched out, occasionally looking back to the clipboard. "Is Beatrice Hoffman here?"

Bea squirmed in her seat, before getting up. Immediately, it felt like all eyes of the room drifted to her, condemning her for taking so long to get up. Behind their neutral masks they were secretly condemning the meerkat for needing two calls to finally get up. At least in her own mind, that seemed like what had to be happening. She cursed herself; Too busy on her phone and now everyone was looking at her. God-move, please move, don't be a fuck up.

She could barely deal with this kind of feeling at work, let alone in a public place like this. Had it really gotten so bad she was feeling that stress here too?

In a burst of nervous movement, she moved briskly over to the door where the tabby was waiting. He smiled at her warmly. "Oh! Ms. Hoffman. You would be our test candidate for today, yes? The 4:30 appointment?"

She nodded fervently. "Y-yeah. That would be me. Could we, ah-" She motioned inside the door.

The tabby held the office doors open for her to come inside. "Of course." Bea gladly took the offer, hastily wanting to escape the imaginary eyes on her back. As she stepped inside, the door gently swung shut behind her as the room returned to its bored silence, the one person half-paying attention to her and the doctor going back to their music as the tunes pumped through their earbuds.

The clandestine doctors office the testing took part in was in some part soothing to the meerkat as she followed the lab-coated professional. In part it kind of reminded her of the dentists office she'd gone to as a child, sterile but not cold with the pictures on the walls and the smell of freshly opened plastic medical equipment.

Eventually, the doctor opened one of the side-rooms, having her step inside before he followed her. He made small conversation as he filled in the last few boxes stapled to the clipboard he was holding. "So, Ms. Hoffman-"

"Um, Bea is alright, if you don't mind." She smiled timidly. It's what she usually liked to have her family and what little friends she had now call her anyways.

His gaze didn't lift. "Right. Bea. Just to round out some more tertiary information, are you aware of the treatment testing you're volunteering for today?"

The meerkat nodded. "Y-yes. This would be the, ah, anxiety treatment, right?"

He nodded. "That would be correct! We're going to be making use of a newly developed medication to see if we can possibly cure or alleviate the symptoms of extreme anxiety in subjects. And again for further contextual data, what would be your reason for volunteering for this experiment, if you don't mind me asking? Completely optional question, however, so if you don't feel comfortable answering, we can respect that."

Bea bit her lip. Where did she even begin to start? Getting hired at Continuum Incorporated as a sales trainee had been her best shot out of college at building a career for herself, and quickly the meerkat had found out she'd been tossed in the deep end. Her training was brief and already she'd been thrust into a world of constant deadlines and project plans she never totally felt sure of her place in or about the quality of. Moving up meant keeping pace with the rapid step of the office space, often meaning needing to eschew what little time to breath she had before she had to throw herself into the next project handed down by her supervisor. Worse actually, with the 'careful attention' she'd been given by her supervisor for her capabilities, it just felt like more and more was being handed off to her than she was ready to handle, and one little slip-up wouldn't just get her moved down the ladder, but outright fired.

It'd began to seriously bite into her self care along the way. More nights now she was getting less than she got in college trying to manage all of the sales reports her boss dumped on her, and while she might've always been rail-thin due to her species, her skipping out on meals was starting to leave some gauntness on her stomach.

Adding to that, in a space full of people vying for the chance to climb the ladder and get out of the trenches like she was, it always felt like Bea needed to watch over her shoulder to make sure she was ahead of the pack. She needed to keep just ahead of everyone else, even if that meant exhausting herself worrying about the quality of her work and the next thing on the agenda. That was the only way out. Not that it could've been winning her any friends, but then again 'faceless office job' certainly wasn't something you applied for without knowing that ahead of time. She'd done this to herself, really.

Bea gripped her knuckles on the armrests of the chair in the testing office. The thought somehow didn't make her feel any better about it.

"Just some...work anxiety." She finally said, sheepishly. "Y'know deadlines, that kind of thing..."

He nodded. "Hm. That's understandable. Where did you say you worked ag-?" His thought was interrupted as another scientist came in behind him, bumping it with the door as he opened it. He stepped back, allowing the other lab-coated man inside. A coyote, from what she could tell. Instantly the scientist who had been addressing her perked up, seeing what he was carrying on him. "Ah! I believe this would be the treatment itself, thank you Roger..."

He took the bottle, while 'Roger' now stood beside him patiently in the corner of the room, most likely to help with questions, she figured. He flipped the container over in his hand for her to see. Peering at it, it didn't seem too different from the same kind of milky-white bottles she'd buy ibuprofen for her migraines in. Same white twist-cap and everything.

"This would be the Z-24 Lipichondraxic medication we've been working on." He said, no amount of pride hidden in his voice. "It should do wonders to the stress symptoms you've noted in the application. The migraines, the panic attacks, the insomnia, the lack of appetite, all due to stress...if the testing is successful, they should all disappear once the dosages begin to take effect."

Bea looked at it wearily. "...But what'll happen if it goes wrong? A-am I gonna, I dunno, develop a tumor or something?"

He chuckled. "No! No, nothing like that. At least by all means you shouldn't, anyway. Our animal testing so far has had great results. I think the most you may have to worry about is a bit of grogginess with the first doses, and perhaps a metabolic change as your hormones fluctuate at first." He sniffed. Which, ah, we do have a waiver for that you'll need to sign first, actually."

He handed her the bottle, and she turned it over in both hands. The solution to all her stress problems, all kept under a little child-resistant cap. She mulled it over. Some minor side effects for the ability to cull all the stress leeching off her right now? To let her work as effectively as she needed to? She wagered if this was successful, it wouldn't be much of a choice anyways.

She took the clipboard from him, opened to a release form while he went over the supplementary instructions. "-So you'll have to take two every day this week for the next couple weeks, but you should notice the effects kicking in after a couple days. Also! Try to write down as much as you can about how successful it is, or if any of the...side effects I mentioned occur." He looked up at him as he paused, and the most he gave her was a nonchalant shrug as she handed the board back to him with a questioning look. "Slight as they'll be, Ms. Hoffman, they'll still probably be important for later testing."

---

As Bea stepped off the elevator onto her floor, the meerkat couldn't deny she felt...better. It could've been the placebo effect of the medication, but considering she'd taken a dose before she'd traveled, it was at least an effective one. As her office shoes clicked against the tile of the floor, and she passed each cubicle opening, the gnawing fear of what she'd come back to that came to haunt her commutes back to the space was...dulled. Like there was a fog obscuring those worries that they just couldn't pierce though. Like the kind of liberating feeling you could get after taking a test and having to wait for the answers later. And sure she knew they were still there, after all. What would normally be dominating her thoughts right now wouldn't just fade into the background that easily, but more easily Bea found her thoughts were able to drift away from the worry and just think about the office space around her, and how lifeless so much of the decor was once she took a real look at it over the couple days she'd used the Z-24 so far. She even noticed the two people across from her actually talking over their cubicle walls, managing to hide their discussion beneath the normal bustle of office life.

At home the effects had made itself known too. The meerkat had actually been able to get some sleep compared to staying up to the late hours of the morning like she'd done before, and that gauntness around her face disappeared almost overnight!

Though, as she found her cubicle and sat down, she couldn't deny there were some other...events that whether or not they were from the medication itself, was making itself known. Her breasts felt a bit snug in her bra for whatever reason as they pushed against the hem of her shirt, and her pants had been a little difficult to slip on that morning for whatever reason. She supposed the doctor did say something about "minor metabolic changes" as the medicine took effect?

There was another feeling though, that reared its head as she absentmindedly rubbed her thighs together in her swivel chair. She was horny, for whatever reason. It'd been a phantom feeling that sort of grew with her bettering appetite over the weekend, and Bea had figured it was just an odd sound effect of having something other than work to think about on the weekends for once. Now though, as she'd fully gotten to her station within the office it had reared its head to a stronger effect, almost distracting Bea as she tapped the keys to access her company computer and load up her emails.

And already she could see it had been filled with a flurry of emails from Todd, her boss. Well, her superior on Continuum's chain of command at least.That anxiety did its best to fight back to the forefront of her mind, but luckily while she was still under the influence of the drug the fear it inspired was a much more doped version. Parsing through the flurry of attempts to get her attention and impress the importance of the next project, she found out the crux of what he was asking her to do. Draft a sales report using the newest software she'd hurried through the training for last week, good enough to present to the group of clients he'd be meeting with at the end of the week. Right, she could do that.

Bea clicked the app on her desktop, waiting a few moments as the program steadily got its internal systems running. As it finally opened to the blank home-screen, she took control of the mouse to get started before faltering to a stop. The details of the online course she'd sat through the other day to learn how to use the technical program were hazy in her mind, and as she moused over the different buttons, Bea found herself unsure which she was supposed to use to create the program file in the overly-technical software.

That prickling feeling of randiness she'd felt before had bloomed even more now, and she sighed to try and refocus as the heat between her legs nagged at her. Bea spent the next few minutes staring at her computer screen, desperately trying to recall the instructions from the course on how to access the sales project templates. She whimpered as the fog only seemed to get thicker, for some reason the thought of satisfying the need between her legs furiously refusing to vacate itself from her mind. Was this an effect of the drug? The doctor hadn't said anything about her being so damn horny, and she'd barely felt it over the weekend, so why-

"Are you doing okay over there?"

Her head jolted to where the voice had come from that had interrupted her internal struggle. One of the two chatting over the cubicle wall, a rabbit, seemed to have turned his attention. He raised his hand to wave. "You, ah, having some trouble or something?"

Immediately Bea felt herself flush in embarrassment. "N-um. No! I'm doing okay..."

Normally she would've been mortified at the thought of being noticed like this, Todd had warned her about this kind of thing happening; Especially at a point where she was struggling. Someone could judge her for her inadequacy, even point it out to the higher ups!

...Though, the fear of that thought was dulled against the haze of arousal over her mind now. Her eyes flicked to the computer, and still the memories of how to open the programs file eluded her again. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"...I'm just kind of having trouble with opening the sales project file on, ah, the new software?"

His eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh yeah, that Continuuapp bullshit. Hang on-" he rolled his chair out to see over the cubicle wall. "Briar, what was the trick for the sales files again?"

Bea tilted her head to see who he was talking to. A hedgehog with her spines trimmed to keep from being overly long lifted her hand to lazily point at him while she leaned back in her chair. "File, New Project, Specialized Project, enter the sales code and then go into the template option, Mark."

He gave her a thumbs up, which she didn't see with her back turned, and pushed his chair over to her space. Bea scooched back while he bent over her to access the keyboard, being able to bring up the file templates after a couple clicks. She couldn't help but get a whiff of him as he did so. For some reason, the smell only made the haze in her mind and burning between her legs worse. She could almost feel his dick pulsing in and out of her-

He sat back up, letting her see the computer screen. "Alright, that should be it. Was that the only iss-"

Bea stood up, her breathing heavy. "I'm sorry, I-I need to leave."

Quickly she'd stumbled out of the cubicle to the bewilderment of the rabbit, and the hedgehog both as she turned the corner of the cubicle line. Her arousal was at its peak now, and it demanded satisfaction in a way she couldn't ignore.

Bea dipped into the first bathroom she found, locking the door behind her. Undoing her skirt, she let it drop down around her ankles as she wrenched her panties down. Two of her fingers immediately found their way to her sex, teasing the clit before fully immersing the dark-furred tips into her vagina as her other hand teased her nipple under her shirt. She rocked back and forth in the fog of her arousal, her brain almost overloading itself on the pleasure of it. Bea had masturbated before, but it'd never been this intense, never been this visceral before.

In her mind, she imagined the rabbit-Mark, was what the hedgehog had said? She tried to recall, though that too seemed to almost be lost in the haze as she continued. Again, her mind turned to thoughts of him pushing in and out of her cunny while she stood there, pushing back and taking all of it. Finally, it pushed her to the edge, and in a final release she orgasmed sinking against the wall of the single bathroom as she slid down the wall.

Bea just sat there for a moment, taking it all in. The fog from before that had clouded her thoughts peeled itself away with her arousal as the overwhelming pleasure slowly faded from her neurons, and she was left in full post-nut clarity.

Immediately, embarrassment came to her. Had that really just happened? Overwhelmed with her own horniness like...she didn't know, some kind of animal and just jilled herself in the company bathroom? At least there weren't any cameras, but still-

She looked towards the door. Had anyone heard her? Bea hiked her skirt and panties back up, and took a moment to make herself look presentable before she peeked out. There was no angry boss waiting outside for her, and no weird looks from people too engrossed with their own papers and administrative work to bother about caring.

Bea...was fine, it seemed.

As she made her way back to her desk, the haze now had fully retreated, though her fears still hadn't returned to her. Which was good! For what the medication was doing for her in helping her work, she wouldn't have wanted to stop if just being 'suddenly horny' was a hidden side effect. She...must've just been pent up or something, then.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Bea returned to her cubicle and back to the two others who asked if she was okay considering how she ran off. Shoving aside the fact that Bea had just masturbated to one of them minutes ago, she assured them that she was fine, and that she...just had to use the bathroom, was all. There were nods of understanding, before they all returned to their own stations, but over the next week Bea found herself interacting more and more with the duo as those little tech problems with the haze of horniness that seemed to set in once day occurred.

Still though, with a little trip to the bathroom every now and then, it seemed like she could handle it. Though she couldn't deny as the weeks went on and more of her nerves seemed to disappear, that fog of arousal tended to linger around more and more against her best efforts.

---

Bea slipped back into her chair, fresh off her latest "relief" session in one of the bathrooms she'd been able to find unoccupied. She shifted for a moment in the office chair from how her hips were beginning to ride up on the skirt she wore, making it tighter than she would've liked. Tapping away at her keyboard with painted nails, she was able to get started on the newest report she'd been assigned to handle by Todd.

Talking to Mark and Briar was enlightening, particularly because of the fact they had about a year's worth of more experience, hired fairly close to each other. It was to her surprise that the two didn't exactly care about rising up the ladder at the company, and mainly were content doing the minimum for Continuum until something else came along. With the huge amount of people "in the pit" as they described, it was easier to just get by without attracting the attention of their seniors looking to dump off work.

She pursed her lips. Finding out that was exactly what Todd was doing to her would've shattered her before, but luckily as distracted as she was these days managing herself, it was something she took a lot smoother. Talking to whatever HR person she'd found on the phone hadn't yielded much in the way of actually getting him to stop, so she'd begun to slowly decline in some of the returns on the work he offloaded to her to get done. The sudden and strong passions that would demand her attention often at least helped with that, and after clearing them out those cobwebs she would usually provide enough to finish the reports he'd give her. Not kill herself on them, but do just enough he'd have to get used to it.

...Though, as she struggled to remember the formula for the interest calculation as part of the sales sheet in front of her, Bea couldn't deny her ability for academics had gotten...shoddier, even after taking care of herself in private. She could feel the tingle of the fog beginning to emerge at the forefront of her mind again; That pink, gluey carnal mist carnala that could seize the meerkat from whatever intelligent activity she was doing if she ignored it.

Bea was glad she told the lab that'd provided her the medication about it, but they'd been especially cagey after she'd let it slip she worked at Continuum. Really almost unwilling to discuss anything more on the project with her "until they got their more legal affairs in order" as the tabby had put it. She couldn't figure out why, but she at least hoped they'd give her an update on whether or not it really was a side effect of the medication or not.

In the meantime though, Beatrice had found other habits to focus on to distract herself. She held up her nails, looking back over them quickly as a little aside to the report she was working on. Briar had been able to recommend a nice polish she could use to paint over them, and honestly? Bea really liked how the shade of pink popped against her tawny fur! The extra glittery bits seemed to soothe a primal part of her mind that enjoyed the shiny effect it had.

She ran a hand through her hair, making sure it was in the style she'd left it in that morning. Without having all those worried thoughts about the day, she'd been able to explore some style she'd really liked, settling on at least trying to aim for a long, curly style she'd seen in a magazine that would fit her brunette color.

It'd gone well with her using the weekend to find some clothes better for her wardrobe, though that was more out of necessity since some were getting a bit snug on her, she'd picked out some clothes that she could definitely fill out better. She by all means wasn't 'fat' or anything but her hips and thighs had gone up another two sizes since last time and definitely didn't want to look indecent on the job. Probably wasn't helping that food somehow tasted more visceral now, as something she could enjoy. Going up more than one in her size was more than a 'little' metabolic change for sure (even though it was a little bit her fault), but it'd be something she'd bring up with the lab testers when they finally got back to her on the other stuff. To be honest, other than the financial cost, those changes didn't really bother her. Honestly, it made the "sessions" she'd need to take on occasion more scintillating on her behalf.

Mmf. Bea, grunted rubbed her legs together as the randy haze seemed to be bouncing back faster than it had been a week ago. Over the last couple days, she'd notice it coming back closer and closer to the end of the workday, but she hadn't figured the heat would actually strike her in the middle of it again. She'd already taken care of herself that morning, for crying out loud!

She at least wanted to finish this report by the end of the day, but if taking care of it herself wasn't enough...

Bea looked across the office aisle. Both Mark and Briar were actually busy then, performing just enough to not get noticed for slacking, but not too much that they actually had someone up top "take an interest." Briar was cool, funny, and not afraid to speak her mind while Mark definitely fit the qualities of a lab: Dorky, funny, and down-to-earth. She felt like there should have been some inhibition keeping her from propositioning one of the two, but it ultimately drowned against the growing lust inside her. I mean, she could definitely pick worse, right?

And I mean, she hadn't paid Mark back yet for helping her with those initial tech issues anyway...

"Hey Mark," She asked, getting his attention as his head swiveled around to her. "Are you...busy with anything right now?"

He thought for a moment, before adding a quick few keystrokes to the document he was working on before he fully turned to face. "I mean, I just finished with the Derkins file, so not really. Are you having problems using the software again?"

She bit her lip, trying to keep the fog from overwhelming her. "Not exactly..."

...

Mark struggled to keep his balance against the stall door while Bea lapped around his dick, simultaneously trying to slurp up as much pre as she could while her other hand was busy fingering herself. She wasn't stupid, even if the thought of a dick sawing in and out of her was tantalizing, she hadn't thought to bring a condom, so a quick blowjob would've had to work.

'Quick' was beginning to lose its meaning though as her brain crashed once she'd felt the first drops of him drip through the head. Like a part of her had gone into overdrive above all else, and she needed to milk him for the sweet, creamy essence on her tongue; The only ambrosia that could sate her taste buds. His moans almost felt slowed down as her attention was focused only on massaging the meaty cock and balls in her possession, desperate to claim all they had to offer.The effect was only heightened as she dug her fingers back into herself, racking herself with pleasure as she sought his release simultaneously. Eventually his load came, spurting across her tongue and sending her into a blissful state as she climaxed with the release, moaning loud enough it bounced off the walls of the bathroom.

The haze rolling across her mind gently faded as she panted against his leg and he took in deep breaths to recover from the experience, almost like Bea was breathing it out of herself.

Mark gulped. "H-holy shit, Bea, that was...Holy shit."

Bea slowly got up from where she was crouched. "Mm. Yeah, thanks again Mark. I'm on sorta this experimental medication, and I just get so freakin' horny..." She hadn't meant to just let that slip out, but even with the mind-numbing fog of lust dispersed, for some reason the inhibition to hide something like that hadn't returned with it. "Just...gotta take care of it sometimes, y'know?"

He squinted at her. "I-what are you on? Viagra for women or something?"

She chuckled as she pulled her panties back up, then her office skirt. "Nah, anxiety." She trusted him, right? Why not just let it spill? "It's just...side effects, you know? Like cough syrup, I guess."

Mark seemed less sure about that excuse than she did, but still seemed to reluctantly accept it. "I...guess? I'm not really sure if that's a good thing though." He laid back, taking in another deep breath of air. "You...uh, head out without me. I still gotta catch my breath in here..."

Beatrice nodded, before she ducked out of the bathroom with a practiced grace. She'd made her way back to her cubicle, sliding back into her chair before facing the computer screen again.

...Oddly enough though, even with the fog reduced it didn't feel like the interest equation was coming back to her. Despite Mark's help and the dent it had made, it didn't feel like it was reduced completely, not like it had during the beginning of her trial. The equations she learned in college refused to come to her, and as she stared at the digits on the screen they became sort of meaningless squiggles as she read them over and over again, still uncomprehending. Beatrice's painted nails hung over the keyboard, unsure of what to press down on, until she checked the time again and saw how close it was to clocking out. It was too late anyways.

A spare worry penetrated the surface about an angry email from her badger overhead, but she dismissed it just as easily as the pink fog in her mind just soaked it up. She'd just get it done next shift, and if he couldn't wait, he could do it since it was his responsibility in the first place. She'd ask Marcus and Briar for a little help, and she'd be fine. Maybe she'd even check out one of the clubs she'd driven by one the way to work!

Normally she wasn't a "club" kind of girl, but lately the idea of loud music, sweet drinks and flashing lights sounded more appealing for whatever reason, tempting the simple part of her mind that couldn't help but be drawn to the idea of the experience. She'd definitely have to try later! Her thoughts about the report were quickly forgotten as the elevator doors closed around her and her mind drifted towards the thought of what she'd even wear to the dance floor. Sinking into the tar pit that crossed her neurons now, she could barely remember what she was worried about in the first place.

Why would she when she could've been thinking about something more fun instead?

---

"...So you think Bea's gonna be here today?" Mark asked, leaning back in his chair to see the hedgehog looking over the cubicle. "I know she said she was going out partying again last night."

Briar shrugged. "Probably. I think she's still got a minute or two before her shift actually starts before we should start worrying."

"Yeah..." Mark trailed off, in thought. Bea was definitely a lot more social these days, almost a fitting change with how her body and...appetite had grown over the last couple weeks, but it was a little worrying. Especially with how much help she'd needed from the both of them to get her work filed these days. And even as they tried to split their effort between their own allotment and hers, there were days where the meerkat's appetite for him, Briar, and whoever else she could grab drag her away, leaving whatever project, report, or template she was working on in the lurch until it was too late to be done.

In the large office space, much of how the meerkat had changed had gone relatively unnoticed by everyone except the two in their group, the bustle of the space and fear falling behind with subsequent reprimand acting as an effective cover for the transformation to her physique and demeanor. A loss in productivity, however? That would be noticed for sure.

Looking up, he could see she had the same expression of concern; Likely on the same wavelength as him. That changed though as her eyes focused on something else in the distance, and the sound of familiar heels clicking against the office floor made their way to the labrador's ears.

As he rolled his chair to peek out into the aisle, his suspicions were confirmed. Bea had just arrived and man, did she make an entrance.

She'd definitely made true on that idea of growing her hair out, the shorter hair now long and fluffy as it curled down into groomed locks. Despite the closing distance, the makeup on her face was heavy, bringing out her eyes with dark eyeshadow and blush while the pout of her lips was highlighted with a rose-colored lipstick. The beauty's current attention was on her nails as she walked, observing the glittery plastic claws as they shone under the meager office lighting.

The meerkat walked with a veritable sashay, the exaggeration of her hips and upper body brought on by the jostle of her proportions as she walked. Her breasts almost fought the containment by the work blouse, and the newest battle seemed to be on the button keeping the chest together as it lay unclasped, hinting at her bra underneath. The heavy mounds made for an amazing show as they trembled with each step. Her stomach just barely peaked out under the white blouse, and surprisingly contrary to the rail-thin supermodel's figure one would've expected from the glamorous look, was in a light pooch that added an extra bit of softness to her form. It by no means approached the size of her other extremities, but seemed to accentuate the sort of fertile figure she'd developed.

Her hips performed their own part in maintaining the rounded hourglass Bea had grown as he'd gotten to know her, straining the edges of her skirt. It was already frankly too short for the office, but now as they strained against them and her soft, swollen-heart shaped ass, pushing the front inward to where he could see the edges of her cameltoe, a part of him prayed she wouldn't get a larger size.

"Heyyyy guys~!" She said, waving a hand as she finally noticed them staring at her. "Made it just on time!"

"Y-yeah. Nice job!" He congratulated as she squeezed into her seat. "You, eh, had fun last night?"

"Mhm!" She said, poking out a nail to turn on her computer. "Had a lotta fun, like I usually do! Some nice drinks, some dancing, some cute guys...honestly, like, fun all around!" The words came simple and bubbly from her, an easy reminder of the passion of last night.

She paused briefly as her attention focused on logging in, sounding out the name of each letter of her username and password. What had been something she would've spent a couple seconds on before took her a full two minutes to do perform correctly.

"Yeah..." There was a shared look of worry between the two. Bea seemed happy, but with how...drastic some of the changes had been there was some definite worry beginning to form. "Have the guys who gave you the medication got back to you yet...?"

"Nope!" She said simply. "Got some emails from Todd though, and he's still kind of a dick~!" She lilted the last part a little like it was the part of a song. "Says he'll get me fired n' stuff because I'm not, like, 'Performing how he's come to expect!' or something."

Briar had to take a turn there. "And you aren't worried about that? Girl, that is, like, your job." She said, momentarily imitating the cadence Bea'd begun to form. "And lay off that anxiety-trial stuff you told us about, maybe? I told you before the guy I was asking about it said they turned out to be some experimental offshoot for Continuum's pharmacy stuff, I'm pretty sure it's the reason you even need to..." She picked her words carefully. "....Have relief sessions in the first place."

"I mean...I guess." She said, tilting her head back. "But like, for all of the horny stuff and hard-thinky stuff now, s'not all bad!"

The looks the two provided were skeptical at best.

"No, really!" She insisted. "Okay, so, like, I don't really think about talking and stuff now, but I mean I'm having a lot more fun! I used to be all worried n' junk and now I can go out and have fun and do makeup and get cute clothes without being so worried about work and stuff!"

"And I mean, I was always kind of flat, but now..." Her fingers felt around her tits, and the melon-like size they'd grown to, moaning slightly as her fingers pinched the sensitive erogenous zones. "Getting titties like this is great!"

"I mean..." Mark rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know, that seems kinda like a heavy trade-off."

"I mean, it kinda is...but there's still a lot of other stuff too! I've been really enjoying food and sex and all that stuff a lot more too now! It's all so, um, what's the word?" She tried to recall her last night in the club as she'd hit an orgasm and her brain seemed to almost cripple itself on the feeling of someone hilting inside her, her pulse almost synchronizing to the meaty length massaging her inner walls. "It's just, like, really, really good!"

"Alright, alright. If you're sure." Mark said. "If...you're aware of what's going on and you're happy with it, not much to say really."

"Slut it up all you want, girl!" Briar agreed. "Just make sure this doesn't make you a vegetable or nothin' alright?"

"Yeah, sure." Bea giggled. She understood what Briar meant, but still couldn't stop herself. She wasn't a vegetable like a radish! For all the complexity of her mind stripped away, she could at least find the humor in such a simple concept.

Though, as she turned around and opened the work she'd left there for the last day or two, the haze, as if on cue, distracted her. Really, it was something she was more used to as a constant presence in her mind. "Taking care of it" had become less and less effective to where she just sorta naturally lived in the pink, fluffy cottony feeling of her own brain, though those brief respites were at least useful to get a short burst of work done before.

And now, staring at the spreadsheet in front of her, she thought she should at least try to get a clear head to look at it right? She slowly turned her chair around to where the two had just gone back to their stations.

"Hey, so...like...are you guys busy or anything?"

There was a sigh as Mark bent over to open a drawer and grab the box of condoms he'd learned to keep there instead of his lunch.

...

Bea licked greedily at Briar's snatch, desperate for her tongue to be coated in the juice of the other female rodent, as she laid on her back and the hedgehog carefully crouched down. At the same time, she could feel the rhythmic pounding as Mark shoved his cock deeper into her as she laid on her back, again her mind enraptured in the pleasure of the stimulation from both ends.

With a final thrust, he spurted his load and she could feel the condom bloat as the tip filled inside her and her own orgasm caused her back to ridge and her licks to stiffen briefly before her snout briefly went back to dig into Briar's cunny again, and then an explosion of juices that coated her tongue, that she licked up around her muzzle. They all bathed in the afterglow, both Mark and Briar occasionally glancing at the door behind them, almost expecting an angry knock to interrupt their post-coitus rest.

For Bea, there was the sensation as the fog dipped for a moment, but almost immediately reinstated itself, the dent in the smoggy doping effect repaired almost instantaneously. It seemed like there'd be no rush of clarity for her after all. She almost felt bad then, she'd kinda wanted to actually try and finish that report....

Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone buzzed in her pocket. Digging herself out from beneath the hedgehog, Bea briefly looked at the email and briefly the V-24 ceased to take effect as she froze at the subject line.

"Future Employment and Liability of Pharmaceutical Ventures"

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"You sure she said her new position was on the front floor?" Briar said, quirking an eyebrow. "I didn't see her in any of the intermediary floor offices."

"It could be in the west wing," Mark offered, looking at the text from her again. "She said it was kind of out in the open though, so I don't know why we haven't seen it yet..."

There'd been more worry than anything when out of the blue Bea had texted him after her meeting with the legal side of corporate. Frankly, he'd been more worried about her just getting suddenly disappeared, especially with the findings from before about how the medical trial she volunteered for and Continuum were linked. Her text about being moved down to the intermediary floor between dedicated working floors had been relieving, despite the typos with the message itself.

Mark held open the door for Briar. "C'mon, we can skip through the lobby here so we don't have to walk through the back end."

Briar stepped under his arm, her hair-quills brushing the underside, but stopped to point out the familiar form stepping out from the other hallway's closet, pushing a door. Squinting, she spotted at least a vaguely familiar form stepping out from the back closet, buttoning up a barely fitting blouse.

"Bea?"

The meerkat perked up at the sound of her name before finding the other two, waving as they approached her. "Omigawd, hey guys!" There was a grand amount of jiggling as the meerkat quickly stumbled towards the two as they stood in front of the reception desk in the middle of the room, acting as a register for workers moving between the different sets of working floors in the enormous skyscraper.

Her long fluffy brush of hair had been obviously dyed a shade of blonde only a few shades lighter than her body fur, and while her makeup had remained glamorous, her lips had swollen more into fat DSL's from the subtle pout before, coated in a thick pink lipstick that had seemingly smudged from whatever she was doing before. Thick as they were, they almost naturally settled into a slight 'O' from her face at rest.

...That prior activity didn't take much guessing as Briar side-eyed the form of a boar grunting as he buttoned his pants back up, and tried to straighten out the ruffles in his uniform. The feminine musk of the meerkat alongside the thick smell of beauty products supported that conclusion, as well as the spare drop of sweat that slid down her forehead. As she reached up and wiped off the drop, the development of her chest was made evident to the two.

Her breasts were practically balloons of soft flesh straining to burst out of her uniform, the edges of her pink nipples poking above the bra to its barest contained by her work uniform, even unbuttoned all the way to the lower chest. If someone had just met her, the automatic assumption would be that she'd gotten implants in the largest size before realizing they didn't possess the firmness that would accompany them at their whorish size.

Her stomach no longer pooched out, but had a full sense of chubbiness contained by the ruffled ends of her uniform. Bea had simply cultivated a taste for whatever tasted goods, whether that ranged from cheap fatty mall food from when she went shopping to a nice salad and sandwich on the occasion. Again, it perfected the sense of softness that acted in sharp contrast to the rigid gauntness the meerkat had possessed months ago.

Her thighs and ass were like an overstuffed peach: Round, fuzzy, and fat as the best descriptors as she briefly turned to fix something on the desk, exposing it. It felt like her skirt was doing the bare minimum to keep her covered with how the hem barely lined the overflowing handfuls of ass. If one bent down at an angle, they would be able to see the tight underwear underneath and the fat lips of her labia pressed against it, almost constantly moist as thoughts of sex constantly drifted around her subconscious as the greatest source of pleasure.

It'd taken the two a moment to fully soak in the changes as the meerkat waited patiently for them to recover. As they slowly came out of the shock of seeing her full transformation into the "office bimbo" she waved a glittery-clawed hand over to the receptionist desk.

"So whadda ya think?"

The two were confused for a moment before they finally took notice of a crucial piece of information, the name plate on the desk with Bea's name clearly labeled

Mark popped the question first. "I...don't get it. From what you told us about the email, it sounded like they wanted to fire you. And I mean, didn't they say something about wanting you to stay quiet about the medication trial? How...?"

Bea's thick lips pressed into a smile. "Okay, so, like, funny story...".

...

"So they legally can't fire you?" Briar asked incredulously.

"Nuh-uh! Appaaaarently, like, the drug trial would've accounted for, um." Her head tilted. "Personnel damages? And since they didn't, like, make sure I wasn't working for Continuum ahead of time, they kinda can't fire me 'cause it's their fault? So I'm like, still super good!"

"...And they put you as the receptionist up here?" Mark asked.

"Yep! They said, like, with how the medication overloaded my, um," she squirmed again, sounding out the words. "Ah-mig-dill-ah and other brain stuff, I'm not really suited for office stuff anymore? Todd did kinda end up emailing them, which, like, I guess is how they found out. And, like, I guess they're not wrong? Honestly some of the 'puter stuff and the numbers, like, really doesn't make sense to me anymore? Kinda all just squiggles."

He nodded slowly. That did track to everything else, even as there was a sense of tragedy to that acknowledgement..

"But hey!" She reached over the desk, grunting as her cumbersome tits pressed against the hardwood top, before she found her prize and dug out what looked like a white tablet. "They got me, like, this super easy iPad to use for checking people between floors and stuff!" Turning it on, the two could see the buttons were bright, large and used a large font for the addled rodent to use successfully. "I think m' gonna put, like, some stickers on it too, s'kinda boring..."

The two shifted, awkwardly as her attention was diverted to the screen in her hands, almost completely forgetting them. The position seemed like an obvious attempt to maintain productivity by removing her from the office and putting her in some place where she'd have simple duties away from the visibility of the ground floor.

"Well what about that medication shit?" Briar asked in an attempt to get her attention back to them. "They didn't give you more right?"

"Huh?" She looked back up. "Oh! No, they didn't. They, um, said that it was too dangerous to, like, market and the guys behind it sorta disappeared, so...nope!" Bea gestured to herself. "All'a this is just from the last doses, like, fuckin' with my hormones a little more. I still don't have, like, my anxiety problems anymore anyways, so I guess I don't really need 'em?"

"That's good, at least..."

"Yeah! And, like, since most people skip by with the elevators and stuff I can just kinda go around by myself when I want!" She looked towards the back closet she'd been in before. "S' really helpful when I get too horny to think sometimes, y'know?"

"Oh!" She turned back around, her mammaries jiggling from the sudden movement. "N' thanks for fuckin' me all those times when I needed it guys, you were the best for helping me out!"

Mark flushed while Briar covered for them. "It, uh, it was nothing, girl."

Bea wrapped them both in a squishy hug. "D'aw, well if I ever get real horny n' stuff while I'm on your level, I'll come straight to you guys!"

A timer went off from Mark's pocket as his phone let out a droning beep, breaking the hug. He swiped quickly over it to get rid of the noise before he shoved it back into his pants pocket. "Ah, sorry Bea. Lunch just ended."

The canine smiled apologetically. "We might be able to slack off, but they definitely will notice if we just ditched our cubicles. I'm...sorry we can't talk more."

The bimbo giggled before she waved a manicure hand. "Oh, s'alright. If people aren't passing through, I can just visit anyways."

As they left, and the door clattered shut, she leaned over again to straighten the nameplate on the desk. Sure it might've been a demotion, but who cared? She was still making good money and now she didn't have to deal with the awful work atmosphere that made her seek the drug for help in the first place. So what if it wasn't, like, competitive or super-important or whatever. That stuff had made her feel so terrible in the first place!

That fact did spark whatever gears in her mind rusted with the drug to turn just a little. Maybe she could make the other people here feel good so they didn't have to feel like that either? And then she got to get railed, so it all evened out!

At even the idea of it, she was already beginning to feel randy. She ground her legs together, feeling the telltale signs of her sex beginning to glisten, as just the simple act alone sent shivers up her back, making her moan softly. The V-24 might've left her system, but that cloud of lust she practically lived in had sure stayed; She practically lived in it, really. Now? She could feel it thicken again on schedule as she could feel her simple but powerful want for satisfaction bloom again.

There was a creaking behind her, and semi-lucidly she turned her head to investigate. One of the people working on this floor, a lean zebra, had walked in unintentionally as her lust had begun to flare, and stood frozen as a witness. Bea had seen her before in passing, though the equine was usually too busy in her own world to notice her. Even now she was carrying a stack of documents from her station to somewhere else.

Bea could hear the equine stutter nervously. "S-sorry, I'm just passing through..."

"Oh, it's like no problem!"

Bea broke her lean to approach the zebra, closing the distance as her enormous chest docked asymmetrically under the zebra's smaller one. The zebra blushed furiously as she stared into the valley of breast pressing into her, the edges of her areola visible from where she could look down. The meerkat smiled hungrily.

"...But d'ya think, like, you'd be willing to take a quick break to help with a little somethin' first?~"