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The First Day is Always the Hardest

By Danath

Characters © Tatsky & Rykela

Written during Freebies Vol. 89: Just Plain Rude! Edition

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Dia's second thoughts about her new job began before she made it from the parking lot to the front door of the large office building. It was the biggest building of the dozen or so towers clustered together in the office park, and it also featured the largest doors. The enormous glass facade stretched 16 feet tall and Dia wasn't sure she'd even be able to reach the square bronze handles.

Did she go to the wrong address? The red dragoness pulled her phone from the pocket of a sensible pair of black pants that hung loosely down her lean legs. In the back, they were neatly tailored and buttoned around the thick base of her ridged and tapered tail. No, the recruiter who'd hired her for the position sent her here. The classy metal and rock wall sign out front confirmed it. She was supposed to report to the front desk and they'd take her to her work space where she was placed as an administrative assistant. That usually meant basic office maintenance - making coffee, filling printers and copiers with paper, delivering packages, taking calls. Secretarial work, but possibly with opportunities to work on larger projects and in more important positions. The company had a good reputation for doing what it needed to keep talented employees happy, so Dia was excited to start climbing the corporate ladder immediately. She wanted to find a position where she could really give it her all without being held back.

Though if the front doors were anything to go on, Dia was going to have a hard time reaching the first rung.

She approached the doors and tried not to let her shimmery, small cherub-like wings flutter with the nerves she felt in her belly. This job was important. The recruiter had stressed again and again that it was the kind of place you could build a career - a very successful career with plenty of perks for the hardest workers. Pausing for a moment to check her scales and clothes in the reflection in the glass, Dia made sure her blouse was straight across her red-scaled shoulders, and that no hints of the pale, butter yellow scales across her average-sized breasts or belly could show through. Her gray blouse was modest, almost to an extreme as it was accompanied by a shapeless black coat that hung down past her hips. Her tapered tail hung straight down the backs of her legs, neatly curled at the tip to avoid dragging on the ground. The underside of the tail featured the butter yellow scales, but the sides and top of the vaguely triangular tail featured the same fine, interlocking scales as the rest of her. All of her visible scales gleamed and shone - she spent most of the previous day soaking, moisturizing, and polishing until every one was practically mirror-like.

Her long and slender fingers just managed to reach the bottom part of the rectangular door handles when a much larger dark black paw surrounded hers along with the entire metal rod. In fact, only four of the large, densely furred black fingers hooked through; the pinkie hung out below against Dia's slender red wrist.

"Hey, let me get that for you," a friendly, deep voice said from above.

Dia turned around to look at who she assumed to be a helpful co-worker and to say thank you, but her eyes bulged as she got a muzzleful of the black panther's cleavage instead. It was only for a moment, but the dragon's entire head, small gold horns included, disappeared into the thick black fur. The hems of a taut white blouse slid across her cheeks as the pantheress pulled open the door, then leaned back with a friendly grin. Dia's eyes flickered as her breath caught on the strong feline scent. It was enhanced with some sort of floral scent - lavender, maybe? But no amount of flowers could hide the raw musk seeping from the enormous panther's lush pelt.

"First day?" the enormous panther asked, cocking her head to the side as she towered over the relatively small dragoness at well over a dozen feet tall.

Dia tried to answer, but she could only stare. The pantheress's chest stretched outwards, defying gravity among other expectations. The heft and girth of the fantastically wide breasts were only somewhat reined in by her blouse. Only the bottom four or five buttons were done up, and the upper buttons were pushed so far to the sides that they actually rubbed across the huge nipples sticking lewdly from the enormous bosoms. The shirt was hiked up, showing off the panther's hard, firm belly, smooth and toned. The big feline needed all the muscle not just for her prodigious top, but for the oversized male bulge stuck down the right leg of her suit pants. The head was well past her knee, almost to her ankles, while the huge balls formed twin spheres at the base that visibly wobbled and shifted inside of the tight pants like a couple of basketballs in a shopping bag. Dia's nostrils flared, pulling in the deep and sharp panther musk that made her fur stand on end and her thighs tense.

"Uh... uh... y-yeah," Dia gasped after a pause that was a little too long. Her ears burned with embarrassment as she quickly ducked inside, managing only to squeak out a tiny "thank you" as she hurried in, carefully keeping her eyes averted as she passed by the enormous bulge carefully without making accidental contact.

The pantheress waited at the open door for a moment, still grinning, but then opened her eyes and looked side to side, as though a bit confused that something she expected to happen didn't. Turning her head, she tracked the small dragon's backside heading into the lobby, then snorted and frowned just slightly before following in. Her tail tip twitched, but as a few strides carried her past the dragoness, she settled on a carefully neutral and professional expression. Dia, unaware, tried not to stare or ogle, but...

Wow. The pantheress was massive. Dia couldn't help but think about the big cat as the feline followed her in, then strode off towards a hallway full of elevators. The dragoness's eyes bulged as she watched the seat of the pantheress's pants pull and shift with the thickness of her wide rump cheeks, made to look all the thicker by her relatively narrow belly. The pantheress oozed business professional from every follicle of her pelt despite the overtly lewd stretching and bulging happening inside her outfit.

"Hello! Welcome to Takela Industries! I'm Maria! Can I help you?"

Dia started speaking before she turned her head, watching as the tall pantheress boarded an elevator and disappeared.

"Yes you can! Thank you so much. I'm starting here today, my name is Dia-"

The dragoness finally turned her red-scaled face towards the reception desk, then stopped midway through her own name as she helplessly and openly ogled the rabbit seated at the computer behind it.

The bunny was pert and perky from the wiggling tips of her upstanding ears to the fat stubs of her nipples compacted against the straining fabric of a flowery dress. While the garment was probably meant to be knee-length, on the enormous seated rabbit it barely covered her chest while ending just about her hips. The printed, colorful fabric pulled in firm, squeezing the rabbit's chest together, and presenting a display of cleavage that Dia never thought possible between the narrow straps reaching over her shoulders.

The dragoness squirmed her thighs together and shuddered once, then blinked and licked her lips, trying to do anything to shake off the lustful feelings inside. This was the office, after all. It was her first day. She couldn't just... ogle the secretaries. Smelling them, though, was another thing altogether, and Dia had to close her eyes as the recent excitement she'd felt inhaling the deep panther musk earlier was now increased further by the bunny's tingly, invitingly warm aroma. The dragoness dug her fingers into her palms and squirmed as she tried to focus on something - anything - but the enormous rabbit's chest.

"Oh, yes, we've been expecting you. Valentina will be showing you to your desk, and you'll be going to the new employee onboarding after lunch. You're lucky, Valentina loves showing off so don't be afraid to get hands on with her, heh heh..."

What kind of advice was that? Dia wondered. Was this hypersized bunny trying to get her fired already? She'd never dream of speaking so casually to a coworker, let alone management!

The rabbit stood up from behind the desk. The dress draped partway down her hips, covering her toned and lean belly, but was stopped entirely by the girth of the enormous, bulging thong below. The straps and pouch were full, even overfilled, with plush rabbit fur spilling out over the seams in all directions, while the straps clung to her hips, digging in and pulling as the massive sheath inside shifted when the bunny turned. In fact, she stood up and turned so fast that her huge breasts smacked off the bulges below with a clap.

"Valentina! Your next appointment is here! Get that slutty rump of yours moving or I'll show her the ropes myself!" the rabbit called after leaning around the corner of the hallway opposite the elevators. "You'll regret it - she looks nice and breedable!"

Dia's jaw dropped. What kind of secretary spoke like that...

The floor shook in response as someone large and heavy started walking towards the lobby. A deep, growly voice called out in response.

"Who're you callin' a slut, big tits?" the voice answered. "Wasn't it you that left me like this after you came in this morning? Anyways, thanks, Jane, see you at lunch."

Dia's knees quivered and her loins lusted when a thick-hipped zebra only a foot or so shorter than the double doors at the entrance arrived. The wide black hooves were somewhat muted by bright pink and very thick silicon shoes. The color matched her tight pencil skirt which, like the rabbit's dress, was meant to hang lower than it was able to. In the zebra's case, her onyx maleness was already out of its tight sheath and half-hard. It flexed forward, curving downwards from her hips, and was held in place only by the stringiest of straps, a thread of a g-string bikini. The strap going underneath dragged up between her enormous sac, but it was still so heavy and huge that it hung nearly to the floor despite the tension. The pink pencil skirt covered merely the first few inches of the veiny black-skinned zebra cock where it emerged from her stretched sheath. Her top was a nice black and white flower print that made it hard to tell where her striped arms started and where her enormous jugs began. The zebra's tits were pound for pound as big as the rabbit's, and she easily strutted into the lobby with them bouncing and flouncing off her hard abdomen.

"Dia! Nice to meet you," the enormous zebra said. She leaned down and stuck out a large hand twice as long as Dia's head, horns included. "Say, are you a top or bottom? Or a switch? There's always a betting pool going on in the office for the newbies."

The dragon's eyes tore away from the muscular thighs, the massive and mostly exposed shaft, the obscenely full beach ball-sized breasts bouncing in front of her muzzle, and managed to just barely look the zebra in the eye.

There were noticeable smears of lipstick around the zebra cock covering the medial ridge in the center of the oversized thickness, and the shade matched what the bunny was carefully reapplying after having sat back down already. Pungent, musky pre-cum oozed from the tip and dripped around the strap of the g-string onto the floor between the zebra's huge hooves and silicon horseshoes.

"N-n-n-nice..."

Dia tried to speak, but she was frozen in place as the massive, half-hard zebra dick swung inches from her body. It was thicker than both of her thighs put together, and the urethra was just so big. Not to mention the smell... the hot, rich, distinctive musk sent electric thrills through the dragoness's spine that made her wings flutter despite her attempt at self-control.

"Well... okay," the zebra said, frowning and pulling back her hand. "Anyways, follow me."

Valentina's tone was fairly perfunctory after the perceived snub. Dia wanted to apologize, but how was she supposed to talk to someone who looked like that? In the office! Letting her cock hang out where everyone could see it! Her big... heavy... juicy... veiny cock...

As she trailed along behind the zebra, she occasionally looked away from Valentina's wide hips and bubble butt to see just what kind of place it was she'd be working at. If anything, she regretted not focusing more intently on the swing of the zebra's enormous balls as her muscular thighs worked them back and forth. They were so big she could easily see the show through the striped legs and a foot or two past on either side.

But there was so much more to see in the office.

There was the main floor, of course, with eight-foot tall cubicle walls covered in light blue fabric. Each panel was about four feet wide, often sagging in the middle, and Dia could see why - several times, she passed enormous coworkers leaning over them to chat with a neighbor, their humongous breasts spilling over the top and deforming the frame with their weight and mass. Dia was so distracted, confused, and aroused by it all that she didn't notice the perfunctory tone of Valentina's tour until they were almost done.

"The break room is in here. A lot of people don't like to eat at their desks. They're a bit small," Valentina said, gesturing to a large door before swinging it open.

Dia's eyes widened and her muzzle dropped. An intense sexual musk slammed her nostrils, making the damp insides of her thighs even wetter as she huffed the intense scent. Moans and gasps and growls echoed from within the darkened room, lit only in one corner by a dull red lamp. A shifting mass of bodies, enormous torsos, arms and shapely legs, as well as the clear outlines of thick arousals spearing against and into the other silhouettes... the cacophony grew louder as a lake of seed sluggishly pushed through the doorway and Dia's fingers shifted across her lower belly as heat flared inside.

The door closed with a soft click.

"Alright, what's next?" Valentina asked. The zebra's arms crossed under her titanic chest and she cocked her hips to the side, causing the g-string straps to flex around her immense maleness. Her sac slung into the the inside of her leg, surrounding her knee and calf, before rebounding back into a more circular, taut shape. "Bathrooms are over there, they're always in the same place no matter what floor you're on. You can use the phone in your cubicle to have supplies delivered. Since you're an administrative assistant, you'll be issued some keys eventually as well."

Dia wasn't really paying attention. All around her, enormous hypers in ridiculous attempts at office casual strutted, stretched, and bulged their way through their morning rituals. Chatting over coffee while idly rubbing tips or using a neighbor to get a bit of cream for the caffeine appeared to be the normal order of things. The dragoness stared wildly, wondering how she could be expected to work in such an environment.

To start with, throughout the tour and even at the moment she saw dozens of employees viewing graphic hyper-porn on their work computers. Even the employees with more than the standard dual monitor setup only used them to play additional recordings or livestreams of moaning, spurting hyper-sized porn stars and amateurs. Apparently there was no internet filter at this company, though she'd heard someone mention in passing that they needed to renew their company-issued subscription to several of the sites. Company issued? So it was one of the employment perks? But who would want to watch so much dirty, raunchy material right in front of all of their coworkers? The thought of it made Dia cringe up on herself internally.

There was also the issue of the kind of supplies and equipment she'd be using for her job as an administrative assistant. She briefly saw the interior of the supply closet, though most of the shelves were hidden by the squirming, moaning pair inside - a pink-furred rabbit and a dark red fox were frotting themselves silly while giving each other titjobs at the same time thanks to their oversized bits. Behind the bouncing tits and strings of thick white cum, Dia could see typical office supply items like paper clips and binders and reams of paper, but she could also see boxes of condoms, lube, dildos, and other sex toys - even harness and headgear.

The actual office equipment could also be another problem for Dia. It was all sized appropriately for a typical employee, meaning she'd need to be at least four or five feet taller to use it easily. It also seemed that the office copy machine was more popular as a mount on which to fuck a coworker stupid than to actually make copies. Dia had a feeling when she saw the ropes of fresh seed splattered across the copy machine that the laminator was going to be her best friend on this job. Despite the overwhelming lust in the air, the constant stench of musk and the casualness with which these hypersized people threw themselves at each other, Dia could only think about how important the job was, and that the recruiter warned her to expect a fairly rude office culture. She just hadn't expected it to be rude like this...

"Oh, woops! Watch out!"

Lost in thought, Dia was a few steps behind the tall zebra as they made their way back to the elevators, which were connected by a hall straight through to the lobby from the main floor. A gray-skinned shark twice Dia's height stumbled coming down the corridor between cubicles and fell forward. Dia found herself pinned to the floor by two enormous breasts, each orb nearly as tall as she was once flatted around her on either side; her hips and legs were also pinned by the shark's maleness. Even flaccid as it was, it was nearly as tall as Dia and easily thicker around than her hips. When combined with the shark's taut and full nuts - all of which was "covered up" by a black ruffled miniskirt - there was no way for Dia to even shift her tail around.

The heat and intense scent made her brain go blank until the heavy weights peeled away, leaving her heaving chest slightly damp with shark sweat.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Between the zebra and shark, Dia made it back onto her feet and in between their chests. Her head was smothered, this time as she stood, until she could feel the heavy nipples scraping across her ears and face. Hands smoothed down her clothes and patted off any dust from where she'd fallen on the floor.

"There, good as new! Gosh, that was clumsy of me, hee hee!" the shark said, grinning wide with her vast array of teeth. "You must be new, huh? Oh, yeah... you're pretty tiny. Guess you probably haven't gone through onboarding yet. In that case, I'll see you around!"

"Thanks, Angie," the zebra said, waving as the shark left the dazed and silent dragoness behind. "Ready to keep going?"

"S-sure!"

Dia's loins burned like the sun by the time the tour finished, though the dragoness was bothered by something else: everything in the office was designed for people twice her size. And, granted, everyone in the office was at least that, it seemed. Even the motivational posters on the wall showed happy, grinning employees and slogans, but also massive bulges and fully displayed nipples as casually as one might decide to switch from a green tie to a blue one. Several of her new coworkers were even leaking right out in the open, oozing semen from their bulges or down the back of their legs...

"Here you are," the zebra said. "This is your cubicle. Feel free to make yourself comfortable and sign up for a company account - there are details in the folder on the desk there. Your manager, Ali, will be by for your onboarding later."

"Thank you! Uh... listen, I'm sorry if I offended you earlier, but I'm just not used to... I mean, all this... I d-don't..."

The zebra grinned.

"I get it - first day nerves. Well, come find me after your onboarding and I'll make sure to introduce you to a few more people."

"Thanks, Valentina!"

Dia smiled. She felt at least the big zebra would be a good manager, and hoped there wasn't any lasting bad impression. Then she frowned slightly and her forehead wrinkled. Anyways, just what was this onboarding they kept mentioning? She assumed it was just signing an employment contract and giving her info to the employee resources department, but was it something more than that?

The zebra turned and left, though not before the huge weight of her half-hard, veiny black shaft smacked against the inside of the wall and dragged down the edge until it bent free and lewdly swung back in front of her massive sac. That explained all the bent and bulging cubicle walls.

Alone in her cubicle, surrounded by the tall walls, Dia looked up at the desk and chair, both designed for someone much bigger than herself.

"Well, how is this supposed to work?" she asked, hands on her hips.

By the time her manager arrived several hours later, Dia had managed to only climb up onto the chair and drag open the massive paper folder. The dragoness was still reading through the terms of employment when she heard a cough from the entrance to her cubicle. It took some work, but she managed to turn the office chair around so she could see who it was. For not the first time since starting work at the company, Dia's expression turned to one of barely concealed lust and surprise.

To start, she was enormously tall, probably the tallest Dia had yet seen in the office. While most employees were somewhere between ten and sixteen feet, Dia figured this voluptuous afghan hound was at least eighteen. There didn't seem to be any visible hierarchy in the office regarding size, at least formally, so perhaps it was just a coincidence the biggest breasts, most powerful muscles, and largest set of cock and balls Dia had ever seen belonged to her manager.

A dark brown muzzle with deep red lips pursed elegantly beneath long strands of bright blonde hair. The afghan hound's pelt was primarily a light tan that faded to dark brown socks from her elbows to fingers and knees to toes. Thick cords of muscle rippled under her dense, short-trimmed pelt, each curve and dimple deep and tight. A joke of a blouse strained around her swollen, oversized breasts, leaving the broad swaths of creamy white chest fur on full display. Dark brown nipples as big as both of the hound's paws clutched together bobbed in air, while her tight shirt squeezed in underneath, cupping the massive orbs and cinching around her powerful, muscular core.

What could charitably be described as "clothing" clung to the canine's flaring hips. A single black band of fabric no more than half a foot wide squeezed completely around the audaciously round, plump rump cheeks, cinching them in and dimpling her fur. Her short, stubby tan tail hung above. In the front, the black band managed to wrap around the base of a massive maleness, clenching the dark black fur on the sheath tight to the afghan's hips. The band forced the enormous length, which was easily thicker than her own powerful hips, up and then out, so that it bent sharply downwards from its own stupendous weight. The tip bobbed inches off the floor between her dark brown ankles, as thick and plump as the rest of the veiny shaft. A rhythmic pulse of clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip, which bounced low enough at times to rebound and fling strands of the musky, sticky seed from side to side in front of her like flowers being thrown before a member of royalty's feet.

Dia's heart thudded in her chest. She could hardly breathe as the intense musk surrounded her, triggering primal instincts demanding she breed, breed, breed... Dia tried to suppress those instincts as she always had, but after such a long and arousing morning, she was having trouble stopping the moans that tried to escape her lips. The hound was easily the biggest employee she'd yet seen. The dragoness was confident that she could stand on the base of the canine's huge cock and not come out of the other side of her cleavage. Not to mention the look of her - even with the lack of traditional coverings, she oozed elegance and refinement, helped in part by the sparkly jewelry around her wrists and neck. The sheen of her conditioned fur drew attention, and Dia just couldn't decide which part of the muscular manager to focus on first.

"Hello, Dia! I'm Ali, and you'll be working on my team from today," the afghan said in a clear, slightly high-pitched voice. "Don't worry, I can tell you're pretty nervous. Valentina was a little uncertain about your demeanor, but I convinced her it was just the first-day jitters. Anyways, that big stallion-dick's just worried you're gonna be too small to properly sleeve you, you know? The usual nonsense."

Dia's eyes widened. Wait, what was that nonsense? The enormous afghan hound leaned over and winked, then whispered with a paw half-covering her muzzle.

"To be honest, some people have forgotten what it's like for those with a height disadvantage around here, but don't worry! I can tell you're gonna be great! Valentina won't have any complaints, I'm sure!"

Dia's muzzle moved, but there wasn't any noise.

"So, now that we've cleared up that little misunderstanding, let's get you outfitted appropriately! After all, we can't have our employees walking around without the right tools for the job, can we?"

"N-no... can't... tools?"

The afghan's enormous chest wobbled side to side as she came further into the cubicle. Dia's eyes reflected the massive length of canine stalk in her dazed pupils as the heavy member bobbed closer, smacking off the enormous black-furred balls below with satisfying thuds and bounces.

"Good attitude! I think you're gonna do really well around here, Dia," the afghan said. "It usually takes people a day or two to get used to our fun, casual work environment, but once you do, I'm sure you'll fit right in!"

"Fit... right in... sure..."

"Yup! We're very proud of the supportive," the hound said, accentuating her words with a few jiggles, "and hands-on culture around here. So, are you ready to start your training? It'll probably take until the end of the day."

"Start... training... all day..."

"Great! What a trooper you are!"

The afghan hound brushed her long, blonde hair back around her shoulders and tossed her head. Her enormous chest lifted, then fell and bounced up and down. Dia's eyes followed the flapping nipples as a trickle of drool formed in the corner of her muzzle.

"First step - swallow this!"

"Yeah, swallow... wait, what?"

A large furry hand slid around the back of Dia's head, then elegant, long fingers stroked around her neck, holding her in place. Another dark brown paw appeared, and the looming afghan's wide grin and deep cleavage filled Dia's view. The dragoness couldn't move, not even twitch, as she stared at the large, glowing blue pill in the canine's fingers. The light came from within, where she could see all sorts of swirling clouds and liquids. In bright white letters across both sides were some letters and symbols: "GRO+ v9".

"Mphh!"

"Gotta love job perks like these, right?" Ali said, her husky voice low and firm as her fingers massaged the squirming dragoness's throat. "You can pick these up anytime in the break room, by the way. There's a free vending machine in there that's got a few other snacks and goodies, so don't be afraid to use it!"

Dia's cheeks bulged as one of the afghan's fingers pushed the pill between her lips, popping it in and then forcing it down her throat with another finger. The dragoness's neck stretched as she swallowed the huge pill, then groaned as her stomach rumbled in response. An intense warmth spread across her extremities and the fog in her brain, already present thanks to the constant presence of so many hung hypers and their musky arousals, made her lose all sense of time.

She didn't even react to the next three or four GRO+ pills. Or was it more? Either way, her belly felt so full and warm as the huge afghan's heavy breasts smothered her in warm, soft canine fur. She felt too good. She was too horny. The events of the morning kept replaying through her mind: swollen bellies, immense cocks, multiple pairs of gigantic tits smooshing together in a symphony of fur and nipples...

Dreamlike euphoria spread through Dia's bones and she sagged back across the desk. Her mind drifted. Her muscles relaxed. She could feel claws stroking down her belly and thighs, teasing her until she shifted and moaned with pleasure. More GRO+ pills in the employee break room? She'd for sure check that out just as soon as she could. A throbbing heat filled her belly next, growing more intense as the teasing fingers and soft fur splayed across her red and butter-yellow scales. Even when firm fingers pinched at her nipples after getting under her blouse and jacket, she didn't seem to mind. Everything was going alright. She was feeling so good, so warm...

Her paws stretched out and her long fingers pressed into the growing bulge of flesh protruding from her hips, stroking her new erection before sliding back to her nipples. They were bigger than her fingers now and filled her palms, and soon her heavy breasts swelled so large it was hard to reach. She settled for rubbing her chest against the hound's as Ali held her upright during her dazed growth spurt.

Dia's gold belly scales shifted, tightening, hardening as muscles grew underneath. Her legs lengthened along with her arms and torso, lifting her higher into the air. Her small wings grew slower than the rest of her, remaining tiny and cherubic despite the mass of muscle forming under her shoulders and along her arms. Before long, her cut abs shifted against the afghans as, between their legs, their equally heavy, huge shafts twitched and flexed.

"Oooh, my," the manager moaned. "Look at those blimps! I knew you'd fit in well here once I saw your CV. So much... mmmm... potential..."

Dia realized she was taller now. Her hips easily cleared the desk, and she stretched backwards, chest out and hips forward, thrusting herself against the afghan hound's silky paws. Ali's lips curled into a grin at the corners and her narrow muzzle tipped forward as she slid a paw up each of the dragonic members, teasing them identically. Her thumbs ground into the urethras of both fat, heavy dragonstalks. Each dark red member glistened as Ali's fingers spread pre-cum across the skin until it was slick and wet. Dia shuddered and moaned. Her paws were occupied by the immense tits that burst from her torn, destroyed clothes, shoving the huge orbs together as the sensitive nipples jiggled above. Her thighs clenched, squeezing around her massively grown balls. Her twin malenesses jerked, still thickening and stretching and flexing with each ragged gasp.

"Oh... very nice... good vein structure on both... mmmhhhh... what a nice pair of cocks you have," Ali said, her voice low and teasing. "I'm gonna enjoy wearing these out later. Been too long since I've been double-teamed by just one person, heh."

"Nnfffhhh! Oooh, ahhh... too much! C-c-careful!"

"Careful? Oh, there's nothing to worry about, you cute little dragoness... fuck, you're cute squirming like that from just my paws. Your dicks are soooo hard, and you're starting to squirt... are you getting close?"

The afghan hound's teasing words and giggles made Dia blush. Her fingers clenched into her breasts as she shoved her hips against the fingers. Each huge cock was nearly as thick as her own thigh, and they competed for space at the base, where they were jammed tightly together between her legs. Fuck, she was so big... she was so hard... it felt so good to feel those fat squirts of pre-cum flying from her huge cocks, but it would feel even better to grind 'em into some nice, tight backside...

Dia's muzzle opened for another long moan. Why was she thinking like that? This was an office! She shouldn't be... doing... this! This was... it was... she shouldn't...

"That's it, big girl! You're a hyper herm now! Cum for momma! Just EXPLODE!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The dragoness's last few threads of clothing ripped away. Her twin stalks erupted, and the afghan hound pointed the slick, wet shafts away from her so that the gushes of pungent white dragonseed slopped across Dia's chest and belly instead, quickly covering her glossy red scales in a layer of oozing white jizz. The hound's huge paws clenched, but despite their size, they couldn't reach all the way around the girth of the two huge dragon dicks, though neither was as impressively long as Ali's. The huge red rods flexed against the hound's paws, pumping hard, releasing a severely pent-up load that dripped and drizzled down the overwhelming curves of Dia's hugely enhanced chest.

"Yeah, let it all out, that's a good dragon... what a dick-scent... fuck, dragons smell so good! You're gonna be real popular around here, cutie."

"Nnnfffff... hahhaaaaa..."

"Damn, look at you go! You're still cumming! What a natural, mmmmhhhh... red scales, big tits, fat dicks... I bet your ass is just as good, huh?"

Dia's eyes closed as she felt the canine's fingers stroke down her sides, then face her away and bent her over the desk, which she could now reach quite easily. The new cocks between the dragoness's legs were huge, deep red in color with a pointed tip and smooth, soft ridges around the head, perfect for locking someone in place if her size alone wasn't enough. At the moment, they bounced off the front wall of the desk and pointed towards the floor while releasing pints of thick white cum as the last few aftershocks of her orgasm made her knees tremble against her hyper-sized nuts. Her tail lifted, then reached back and wrapped around the canine's huge tip several times before pulling it down into position.

"Yeah, you know what you want, you sexy little lapdragon," the hound grunted. A huge paw wrapped around Dia's shoulder as the immense canine tip ground under the dragon's tail. "Mmmhhhhh, fuck! You've got potential, all right... potential to ride my big dick right down to the knot! Ha!"

"I can't wait to do business with you!" Dia groaned. She felt so good... so big... so powerful and tall...

And she felt even better when the huge afghan hound's oversized thickness stretched her bubble butt open with ease.

"Nnnggh! So tight!" the canine gasped. Her long, painted nails curled around Dia's wide hips, dimpling her scales as she pulled the thick rump cheeks backwards, grinding more of her massively overgrown cock deep into the squirming new employee.

"Ooooh, yes! Deeper! Harder! Mount me! MOUNT ME!"

"Shut up, ya musky slut, I'm trying! You're too fuckin' tight! Hrrrrrrffff!"

Dia's claws raked along the desk and the floor as her huge new body shoved eagerly backwards, causing her heavy balls to also swing back and collide with the canine's. Both let out equally aroused groans at that before their lewd thrusting increased in speed. The dragoness's belly surged with each hot, deep thrust, while under the desk, she experienced the full power of her massive new maleness for the first time. She came hands-free, not even touching herself, and flooded under the desk with huge, sticky pools of thick and musky dragon seed. Most of it spilled under the dividers and into the cubicles of her coworkers, some of whom stood and popped their heads over the dividers to watch.

"Hey, new coworker!" an enormous mare said, her chest threatening to burst from her blouse. "Love your size."

Looking in from the doorway, the shortest person Dia had yet seen also grinned at the ongoing scene. "Anyone call dibs? After Ali is finished with her training, anyways."

The afghan hound's knot collided with Dia's thighs. The huge ball of flesh was easily wider than the dragon's quivering legs.

"Back off, bitch! I haven't even knotted her yet!"

"Oh, come on, if you knot her, I'll have to put in overtime if I'm gonna breed her stupid."

"Ha, too bad for you!"

"Dang, and her musk smells so great... well, I've heard dragon muzzles are good, too..."

The diminutive mouse's cock was even longer than the afghan hounds and half again as thick despite her being only a paltry eight or nine feet tall. Dia seized up, clenching hard as she felt the afghan's paws clutching and groping at her hips and back. The canine's wrists sunk in as she roughly groped the two big halves together, adding extra friction as she slammed her hypercock deeper yet into the grunting, groaning, leaking dragoness. Dia's belly surged outwards, tight and stretchy enough to assume the clear outline of the hound's hugeness down to the fat veins traveling up the sides.

"Nnngghhhh! Yes! Ohhh, yes!"

Dia's eyes widened as she felt paws grab at her muzzle in front. Thumbs hooked the corners of her muzzle, pulling her lips back from her teeth, before a massively oversized mouse cock jammed rudely against her face. Her jaw stretched wider and wider, then her throat and chest, as the mouse's insistent pumping and the hound's overwhelming force meant she was getting squeezed like a diamond in-between. The dragoness's tail draped over Ali's shoulder as she wrapped her paws around the mouse's smooth, short pelt, digging in around her thighs for extra purchase.

"Fuck, this dragon slut is a total natural... no, maybe even a pro," the mouse groaned. She sagged forward, slamming a few more feet of cock into the squirming, scaled coworkers belly.

"I was just thinking the same thing, assistant manager," the hound growled. "Haven't even got my knot in her big balloon ass and I'm ready to blow a load."

"I know what you... oooh... mean! Thirsty slut, aincha?"

The last part was directed at Dia, who happily gurgled and swallowed as the immense mouse cock stretched her impossibly wide. Her fat, round belly filled out faster than ever as a mess of seed dripped and drizzled from either end.

"Yeah, she's fuckin' nasty," Ali growled. "Mmmph... fuck, I can't wait to feel her around my knot."

"Anything I can do to help?" a new voice said.

Dia's eyes looked up and caught flashes of bright red fur and a long, smirking muzzle. The vixen's immense breasts wobbled as she moved easily between all three, straddling the bent-over dragoness while facing Ali by crouching on the desk. The vulpine's hips dropped, and an enormous pair of furry white balls sagged around her head, completely blocking out the light and encasing her in a musky nut-prison. Her nostrils flared, reacting to the oppressive musk, but she could only react by tensing and clenching and squeezing harder as two hypercocks split her open from either end.

Dia grunted as she felt weight on her back - the vixen was leaning over and sucking on the hound's nipples while her hips lifted, both dragging her huge balls across Dia's head while stuffing her hips into the panting, moaning mouse's face.

Dia, underneath and inflated by all three, came helplessly, firing load after load across the floor and the wall of the desk in front of her. She gurgled, sagging, warm and satisfied, though from the burning need in her loins, it was just a temporary relief.

But at least she finally found a position that suited her!

Two weeks later...

Valentina groaned as she leaned over. Her huge breasts filled the entire bathroom stall, smothering the head and shoulders of the kneeling dragoness in front of her. Dia's cheeks bulged and a river of seed down down around her breasts in thick, clinging rivulets. The panther's thighs tensed, hard as steel under the dragoness's fingers, as she slammed forward, grinding the last few inches of the base of her cock past the stretched lips over and over and over.

"Mmmmhhhhhhh, ooooh, fuuuuuuuck, Dia, you're a fuckin'... ooooh, a fuckin' freak!" the pantheress moaned, gushing verbally nearly as much as she was physically. "You're really fitting into the team better than I... than I... thouuuugghhhht!"

The panther's powerful, muscular arms reached down past her own huge tits to grab hold of Dia's golden horns. The dragoness's throat and belly bulged equally as the massive black panther came. Her hips shoved forward, locking in place as she dumped an incredible load deep in the squirming dragoness's guts. The feline's huge and heavy sac shoved against Dia's scaled chest as the kneeling dragon's hands held onto her quivering, bloating belly.

"Mmmh, fuck... yeah, get every drop, slut... heh heh... damn, you might be better at this than Maria!"

"What was that, you whore?"

The pantheress looked over her shoulder, a guilty expression on her muzzle, when she realized that said rabbit - the one who worked out at the reception desk when Dia arrived for her first day, was standing just outside the stall, fully erect, and slowly working thick globs of pre-cum out the flexing pink tip. Even with the panther's shaft stuffed down her throat, she could smell the intense rabbit musk.

"Oh, uh, Maria! Nothing, I was just- hnnnnff!"

The rabbit's grin stretched across her short muzzle as she grabbed the black ropey tail and pulled, lifting it up as Valentina squirmed.

"I'll show you I'm more than just a pair of lips!" the mouse grunted. Her slender forearms draped over the panther's shoulders as her huge hyper-shaft prodded upwards, releasing thick globs of pre-cum that rolled down the heavy black-furred balls below. "You'll be begging for my dick by the time you leave work today!"

"Oooh! Yes! Harder!"

Dia shuddered. She was already being recommended for a promotion to employee resources to work directly under Ali, the enormous afghan hound, for helping her coworkers settle little differences like these. The dragoness had a knack for it, and this time, she distracted them both through a chain reaction: swallowing and clenching on the panther's cock in order to the huge feline to cum again, guaranteeing a reaction from the rabbit, who judging from the speed of thrusts was already close...

Dia couldn't form a grin around the massive log in her muzzle, but she would have if she could. Maybe she did have a talent for managing people.

The end