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Open Office Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

After four years of economic downturn, of joblessness and hopelessness, things were starting to turn around ever so slowly. The sound of industry was filling an office space that had been empty since the economic crash, and to the ears of the employees it was a damn good sound. All six floors of the building were being worked on, though not all six would be used right away. Conventional lights were being replaced with LED bulbs, motion sensors were being installed in low traffic areas to conserve power, water fixtures were being updated for health and new networking ports were being fed throughout the entire building. The changes had taken a rather standard, sterile office building and turned it into something a bit more.

The carpets were cooler colors, the lights were softer and produced little heat. It was more relaxed, and that was just that way the CEO liked it. He wanted his office to be a model in employee comfort. Sure, they had to get work done, but his employees weren't there to be drones. They had automated systems handling orders and deliveries and shipping. His employees were there for the human equation, to respond to calls to help customers at whatever pace the customer wanted, to come up with ideas on expanding the brand, to get true and real public relations ideas, and to give the company a heart.

It was a lofty ambition, but it's one the employees shared and it had truly paid off. The business hadn't even opened, but employees were pitching in to do upgrades themselves. Those qualified to change light fixtures or run networking cable were. Others reorganized furniture. The secretaries pushed a lovely mahogany desk into place. They even had employees on ladders painting the ceilings. The only problem they had to wait to fix was why the elevators were so slow, but they had someone coming in to work on that later. The real test was getting ready for the vendors that would be arriving on Friday. They had to make a good impression to keep the momentum they had built.

In the lobby, Ian Donovan was heaving the last desk into place, his dress shoes tight against the carpet, his lanky, lithe body angled, his well groomed hands gripping the table and his normally perfect blond hair falling across his face as he pushed... and pushed. The desks were fantastic looking, rather modern in design despite being such a fine wood, but they were heavy... and his co-workers had all moved on to other tasks. Ian knew it had been his fault really. He'd told them he was fine, wanting to impress Sam Connel... but now he was stuck making a few inches progress at a time. He slid to a stop and panted gently, not wanting to sweat through his dress shirt.

As Ian rested, the front doors opened, the light of the outside falling across the carpet. It was almost as if the doorway had filled with light, until two staggeringly large forms stepped through. Ian looked up, his jaw dropping slowly, barely able to comprehend what he was looking at for a moment. The double doors had been filled with two males, each standing seven feet tall, give or take a few inches. Both were dressed in expensive black Italian suits with sleek silk ties, but they weren't fit that well. They were too small to fully encompass the rather strong stature of the two males, and given their animal prowess, it was even more of a spectacle than a human would have made.

The male on the left was a gray wolf, weighing in somewhere near four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. His fur covered hands were tipped with claws and his wrist was ringed by a custom made Rolex. His silver tie matched his silver fur and his ears were tall and pointed. His white throat was quite soft looking, where as the rest of his silver fur was groomed to e a uniform length... but most surprisingly of all was the mustache coming down on either side of his nose and the long silver tuft hanging down from his chin, braided neatly but a foot in length. It was almost like some form of Celtic fu Manchu. Standing next to the wolf was an equally large but even more built tiger. His orange and black and white fur glistened in the light. A black goatee ringed his mouth and white fuzz poked out from the collar he wore, a collar kept in place by a bright orange tie.

Ian gazed at the males in shock, looking at them. They were like something out of legend. Hybrids represented a sizeable population in the country, but they almost always had average body types. To be so large, so muscled and so tall... Those two surely had to be doing something right. Ian was left gawking for a long moment before he stood upright and cleared his throat, remembering his duties. He strode over toward the men, slowing as he got within a few feet, looking up at them. They were almost a foot and a half taller than he was. He swallowed a bit.

"Welcome to Daedalus, how may I help you gentlemen today? Our officers aren't yet open, but perhaps I could direct you to our corporate phone number?" Ian asked. The tiger looked over at the wolf. The wolf looked down at the human.

"We are vendors, here to see the CEO." He said. His voice was full of such rich bass that when he spoke, Ian could feel the male's voice in his diaphragm, his lungs, even his heart. The vibration ripped through him. Ian gasped softly before exhaling.

"Vendors are supposed to arrive on Friday, this... Well, we still have paint drying..." Ian said, flummoxed. The tiger and wolf again looked at each other, shifting a bit. As they moved, the buttons on their suits quivered, threatening to explode off. Fur peeked out through gaps, their tails swayed behind them. Ian grimaced, moving over to one of the installed phones. He didn't want to say no to those men. He quickly dialed an extension, "Alphonse? It's Ian... I have two gentlemen here that arrived early for the Vendor fair. Does Tony have an opening today?" Ian asked, pausing, "Excellent, alright. Eleven thirty then. I'll send them up." Ian replied, hanging up and moving back toward the suited males.

"Good news?" The tiger asked hopefully.

"If you don't mind waiting a half hour, Mister Corlett will be able to meet with you." Ian said.

"I assume he's upstairs" The wolf asked.

"Oh, yes, yes, he's" Ian paused, spotting a co-worker walking down the hall at the end of the lobby. He was the mail room employee, Dale. Unlike the secretaries, he wore blue jeans and work shoes along with a white polo. Two eyebrow studs rested horizontally above his left eye. A soft nervous smile crossed Ian's lips as an idea formed in his head.

"Dale, could you show these gentlemen up to the fourth floor? They have a meeting with Mister Corlett in a half hour." Ian said. The coworker skidded to a stop, his shaggy brown hair falling across blue eyes before he brushed it out of the way. He looked at the wolf and the tiger with huge eyes. Standing at five foot six, the mail room employee was dwarfed by a fair margin... but given the fact that they had not yet opened, he had little to do since he wasn't delivering male.

"Sure, I'd be happy to." Dale said, moving across the large lobby. As he approached, the wolf reached out, putting a paw on the man's back... a paw that was so large that it covered his shoulder blades from one side to the other. The wolf gave a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for doing this Dale. It's always nice to find a friendly face." The wolf said. The feeling of the wolf's voice was amplified with the touch, the vibration filling his entire torso. Dale almost felt weak in the knees but he nodded eagerly, moving to the elevators.

"I should warn you, the lifts are a bit slow. We have someone coming in to look at them" Dale said.

"That's alright; we've got a half hour to waste." The tiger said with a smirk. Dale smiled a bi as he pressed the button and the doors opened, revealing a faux gold elevator that was mildly reflective inside, as well as well lit. The wolf stepped in, then the tiger. Dale turned around and backed up, nestling between them before pressing the fourth floor. The wolf and tiger looked to each other as the doors shut, revealing their own blurry reflection with the human right in front of them. The lift started to rise, but very slowly. It was perfect.

"So, I'm Dale Sutherland, by the way." Dale introduced himself.

"Gibson Shaw." The wolf said.

"Sanjay Mahajan." The tiger replied. Dale was about to ask if the tiger was Indian before recalling most of the world's tigers were from that region. He shut his mouth slowly before he stuck his foot into it. Standing behind the man, Sanjay started to ever so slowly lift his arms. Despite the confines of the suit, a musky scent began to escape into the elevator. It was the smell of sweat and effort, of a hard day's work, of man. It smelled salty, earthy, musky and spicy... and it was filling up the elevator quickly. Dale's nose twitched a bit before his posture relaxed. His manhood began to slowly stir to life, but he thought little of it... and then Gibson lifted his arms as well. The flavor intensified, adding a peaty scent to the mix.

It was getting thick, potent, strong... and Dale was breathing in all in. He grunted softly, reaching a hand out to rest on the elevator door to steady himself. His cock surged harder and his muscles twitched... and then his shoulders bulged. It was sudden, rapid, and then stopped like a flash. Dale's shoulders had grown, a mantle of muscle crossing his back and connecting to his neck. As fast as the first had come and gone, Dale's neck suddenly expanded, thick cords of flesh climbing up to his neck. Dale grunted gently, panting, looking at his reflection. He could tell it was bigger.

"What the hell is going on?" Dale asked. Sanjay nodded to Gibson and the wolf grabbed Dale's head in his paw, pushing it into the Tiger's pit. Sanjay brought his arm down, trapping Dale's head there. Dale reached up to push at the thick arm, to try and pry himself free, but it was to no avail. He gasped and sputtered, taking in lungs full of pit musk, having it saturate his system. His cock began spooling out of his groin, adding on inch after inch. It lopped over itself in his underwear, stretching wider. Veins began to emerge across the length and the throbbing moved to his balls. Dale's jeans bulged as his sack dropped and swelled, his testicles growing from the size of eggs to plums, then oranges. His pubic hair crept up from the waistband of his pants, covering his stomach.

The change was fast and intense, but Dale's fighting was becoming clumsy and haphazard. He was becoming mesmerized by the change. His biceps and triceps expanded, giving him enough strength to escape, but he no longer tried. Dale's sleeves dug into his arms as they expanded, his chest grew and the button flew off the polo collar, revealing more of his chest. Slowly his ribs separated, making more room... but Dale was in a battle with himself, trapped in a tiger's arm pit. He lingered there, inundated by the musk, the heat. He tried to think, but no thoughts came out. Slowly his lips parted, his tongue emerged and be began to lick. The saliva penetrated the cloth of the suit, releasing the musk beneath even more. Dale shuddered, his eyes rolling into his head, his lapping continuing even more.

With each slurp, it was like Dale was expanding, but it wasn't air. It was muscle and meat and bone. His spin e began stretching out, his vertebrae swelling and pushing apart, his spinal cord stretching, his ribs pushing further apart. His lungs swelled, his stomach grew, his liver enlarged, even his heart. The throbbing filled his body, but nowhere was it as intense as his arms and shoulders. Wave after wave of muscle spread over his shoulders, practically hunching them. His biceps and triceps grew more and more and even his forearms started to bulge with new muscles that had no names.

Gibson groaned happily as he heard the delightful sound of fabric tearing. A split ran down Dale's back, his polo shirt tearing. The split spread wider as Dale did. Stitches popped along his sleeves and then the shirt sagged forward as the fabric lost integrity. An arm as big as Dale's waist had been emerged into open air, ringed by a zig-zagging tattoo. The tatt had stretched with the arm, the black ink fading some, but not completely. Dale continued to lick and slurp on the tiger's pit as his body grew. He was looking like the hulk, but it was only starting.

The wolf pulled Dale's torn shirt off of him and cast it aside, letting him bask in the open air. Dale's spine stretched longer, pushing him to six feet in height, taller than he had ever expected to be. It wasn't stopping there, but the rest of his body rushed to catch up. Dale's pelvis expanded, the bones pushing out on all sides. His ass rounded more, his groin was further forward, his hips were wider. The result was a larger waist, one that steadily expanded. His belt shuddered, the metal tugging against the leather until the pressure grew so tight that the metal snapped and the belt sagged.

Dale's button flew off his jeans and his fly began to unzip itself from the pressure, revealing Dale's red underwear, his veined, thick cock bunched up so tight that the base was sticking up past the hem. Dale's legs started to expand with muscle, adding to the pressure his waist had added. A split formed on both sides at the same time just above his knees, then another split up an inch, running all the way to his hips. For the most part, though, the jeans stayed intact enough to remain on, stretched like rubber over his bulging muscles. With his expanded torso and legs, there was only one more place for him to grow. The laces on Dale's shoes grew tight, the tongue got squished, his ankles swelled. The shoes throbbed and pulsed as the feet inside expanded longer and thicker...

Sanjay felt Dale moaning into his pit in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but then they all heard it, the first tear of the shoes. The fabric, rubber, foam and gel split down the back, revealing Dale's heel... but oddly enough, while the rest of him was growing, the heel was shrinking. Dale's body weight shifted forward onto the balls of his feet, portions that were still expanding. The shoe split out wider, as if his foot was a wedge splitting it down the middle. The rubber pulled off the soul, leaving his foot more exposed... until the offending shoe all but exploded off his left foot. His right shoe had held on longer, not splitting out down the back. Instead the bottom popped off and then the ankle slit split down the sides, the shoe falling away in several different directions... revealing very inhuman feet.

Dale hadn't just been growing, he was starting to change and it began with his toes, or what had been his toes. While his feet stretched wider and longer, his toes had fused. The skin grew together, the toenails seemed to ooze out like some strange shell coating and his heels were all but gone. The toenails covered his toes, leaving a slight cleft down the middle. Sanjay nodded in glee, knowing Dale was coming along nicely. He lifted his arm and pulled the mail room boy's face out, a face that had changed as well. Dale's nose was flat with his mouth, but not because the nose had shrunk. His mouth had pushed forward, giving him a blunt muzzle. Odd khaki blond hair had grown out from his chin and his ears were pointed. Two bulges stuck out from his forehead, the skin stretched over something... but most surprisingly of all was that his blue eyes had turned crimson.

Sanjay chuckled and turned Dale before shoving his face into Gibson's it. Dale eagerly went back to licking, his head hidden from the world once more, but his body growing further. Dale's spine pushed apart, his legs grew longer. More ankle stuck out beneath his pants, taking him to six foot four, six, ten... He was nearly their height, hunched over all the more. Dale's feet had thickened, changed and hardened, forming cloven hooves. The bony material had ended just where the line of hair on his legs had started, but that hair was growing thicker and softer by the moment. It grew down over the seam of his hooves, hiding the edge. The hair grew thicker all the way up his legs, pushing out. The old strands got longer and the new strands grew in so thick that his flesh was disappearing beneath it all. His jeans strained even more with the added leg girth.

The holes in his jeans revealed when his hips got furry. His pubic bush blanched out to a dark tan color before softening into fur, fur that swept around Dale's stomach, hips and back, riding up on all sides. Dale grunted as his pants sagged more, revealing the crack of his ass, a crack that soon started to widen. Buried deep near the top of his cleft, his tailbone actually moved, new joints forming allowing it to push out and up, stretching the skin around it. Fur covered the nub, tan on the top and white on the bottom. The tailbone grew an inch, then another, then a third. It wiggled a bit, forming a little flag of a tale wiggling almost tantalizingly above the ass.

Sanjay reached down to grope himself through his suit as he watched Dale continue to change. The fur spread up the mail clerk's back, covering his shoulders... Shoulders so wide they could hold a buffet on it. The fur spiraled down around his arms, though as the tan fur covered his upper arms, the ink of the tattoo interfered, creating a dark brown pattern matching his tatt. The fur moved down towards his dinner plate sized hands, darkening to a brown. His fingernails hardened, turning from white to dark brown, matching his hooves before the keratin coated his finger tips as well.

Dale continued to nuzzle and lick Gibson's pit, barely aware that the fur was rising up his chest and spilling over his shoulders, but as the fur sprouted across his pecs, it took on a completely clean, colorless white. His chest was soon covered in the fuzz, leaving only his head... and Gibson knew that. He lifted his arm and Sanjay pulled Dale back. Dale's huge shoulders squeezed against the elevator door, the three men completely taking up the elevator. From the neck down, Dale was a massive furry beast man, but his head was only partially transformed.

"His red eyes looked to Sanjay and Gibson before he grunted, shuddering. His skin split and two dark brown bony horns began pushing out of his skull, angled backwards. The bones had little indentations ringing them like the ribs of tin cans. They widened as they grew, but they also started to curve. Dale's pointed ears slowly moved up the side of his head, narrowly missing the horns as they curved down and around into a spiral. The horns continued to thicken and curve before the ram horns finished growing for the moment, the tip resting just below his pointed ears. Dale panted gently through his short muzzled lips, his nose flattening further, taking on a goat like texture. The tan fur spreading up his neck crossed over his cheeks, ringing his eyes and covering his muzzle, advancing forward. As it neared his mouth, the color drained away, making the tip of his face white, almost as if it had been dipped. His shaggy brown hair faded from dark brown to light, then almost a tannish blond down the center and the regular tan on the sides. Through all the fur, his piercings still glinted.

"Now, that's a handsome ram." Sanjay said, reaching out to pet Dale's head. Dale shuddered, leaning into the hand.

"Thank you so much..." Dale whispered.

"Our pleasure, entirely." Gibson grinned. The three stood in silence, bodies tightly pressed before the elevator doors finally opened. Dale stepped out with Gibson and Sanjay following.

"Tony's office is the second door on the left." Dale said, pointing.

"What's this room?" Sanjay asked, gesturing to the right.

"Storage." Dale said. Gibson lifted his arm, checking his watch.

"We still have twenty minutes." Gibson said.

"Do you have any coworkers on this floor?" Sanjay asked Dale after a moment. Dale chuckled.

****

Drew moved along the hallway, pushing a cart. He hadn't expected to get a call from Dale, but with everyone pitching in to get everything ready, he was glad to be of help... and it made sense for the mail clerk to need an inventory of paperclips. He set the cart aside and opened the door to the storage room, moving to flick the light... but only one in the far corner of the room turned on. Drew sighed and moved in, trying to grope around blindly. The door eased shut behind him and clicked. Drew sighed softly, continuing on until he bumped into something. He backed up to let his eyes adjust, but before they could he bumped into something else. His eyes slowly adapted, giving him the outline of something big... then it cleared more and more before Dew saw it... a massive wolf man in a suit with a fifteen inch phallus in his hand. Drew didn't have time to ask any questions or even scream before he felt the thick flesh pushed between his lips. Gibson was so tall that it was really no effort, and soon Drew had a mouth full of shaft. Drew tried to pull off of it, but he found himself against something just as huge. Sanjay reached down, his paws slicing Drew's pants open, letting them drop. Then came his underwear.

The human moaned loudly in shock, but the vibrations only pleased Gibson. Drew tried to get away, but soon he felt a hot, wet cock pushing at his ass as well. His cheeks were spread wide as the head of the cock popped in and the shaft began to slide in more. Drew felt violated, scared, and yet... it didn't hurt. His ass tingled but it didn't burn, his mouth ached but in a strange good way... and the taste, by god the taste. Drew had never had anything so slick, musky or hot in his mouth before... and it was constantly drizzling. Drew murmured, feeling like he'd walked into some gay porno and he was the star. Blood started rushing to his groin.

With the human primed, Sanjay started to thrust in deeper while Gibson worked back and forth. Drew reached out to grab onto a metal wrack to steady himself. He didn't yet participate, but he wasn't exactly fighting either. Gibson and Sanjay didn't care, that was all they needed. The wolf and Tiger started to move forward and back, sliding one way and then the other. Drew grunted, though the grunt seemed deeper somehow. He had little idea that the change was already starting. Sanjay worked Drew's ass, his clawed, padded hands feeling the cheeks tightening, firming. Muscle spread into Drew's cheeks, but the skin itself was tightening too, hardening, growing almost leathery... and then slowly the peach colored skin began to turn gray, the leathery hide spreading out slowly. As it passed his tailbone, the tailbone pushed out into a thick leather cord, starting to move about.

Drew moaned more on the huge wolf cock in his mouth. He closed his lips tighter, trying to trap the musky sauce that covered his mouth. Gibson pulled back and brought Drew's mouth with him. Drew's jaw elongated, as id his skull behind his upper lip. His nose stretched and his face narrowed. His ear started to grow a little bit pointed and a little more rubbery. Even his teeth flattened, but while a lot of his body was softening, part of it was hardening. Just above his nose, a soft bulge formed. The skin was stretched tight over it, growing red and tender. Drew grunted a little more as his nostrils became leathery, snorting softly. He sucked on the wolf cock harder, moving back and forth, his brain forgetting all resistance. The only thin on his mind was that point of tightness, of pain... He sucked harder, bobbing his head more, ramming into Gibson's groin. Gibson grunted with Drew's force but fucked back even harder, knowing he could take it.

Drew started moving forward and back more, nearly knocking Sanjay down when his ass hit the tiger's groin. Drew's body shuddered in the dim storage room. His hips widened, his legs filled out, his arms swelled. The buttons on his button up shirt started popping off, revealing his tight, toned chest... a chest that was growing. Drew's pectoral muscles filled out, sagging with muscle, stretching his nipples. His abs pushed out firmer, his biceps stretched. A soft tearing came as the shoulders of his shirt split, the sleeves sagging downwards. Drew's tail flicked around more as his entire waist seemed dominated by gray leathery flesh, but all he could think about was that sensation on his nose.

The changing human sucked and slurped on Gibson relentlessly, as if that alone would solve his riddle, but in a strange way, it was working. As his mouth and nose changed, the act of sucking tugged on the flesh, rubbing it back and forth over whatever was beneath before finally it split and a white nub appeared. No longer constrained by the skin, the nub began pushing up, rising into a single rhino horn. Hot breaths snorted through Drew's nostrils as he felt a surge of power fill him.

The tiger and wolf kept at it, fucking the new rhino from both ends. Drew's brown hair turned black, becoming bristly, forming a slight Mohawk down the middle of his head. His ears twitched, becoming more leathery... and slowly bristly sideburns began pushing out along his cheeks, connected to nothing, forming mutton chops. Drew sucked more and more, his rhino muzzle seeming particularly skilled at that. His back tightened and grew leathery as it turned gray, then his chest and stomach... but most delightful of all was his groin. His eight incher had already been hard, but slowly his foreskin grew longer, engulfing the head in leathery grayness... and then it bloated wider, stretching to three inches, then four, then five... Before long it was as thick as a can of coke, but it was growing longer as well.

The rhino's meat stretched out inches at a time, reaching eleven, thirteen, fifteen. He rivaled his creators, and that was precisely what they wanted. Drew's feet reshaped, his hands thickened, his palms widened and his spine stretched. Sanjay had to step back as Drew got taller to make room for the rhino between them, but after a few more moments, there was no human left. Drew was a beast, like them; huge, muscled, and very horny. Drew clenched his ass tightly around the tiger shaft there, then took the wolf cock deep down his gullet. His throat massaged Gibson like a fuck sleeve, much to the wolf's delight.

Gibson tilted his head back and started to howl until Sanjay reached over and slugged him in the arm to get him to shut up. Gibson yelped, moaned, and came. Thick torrents of hot cum sprayed down Drew's throat, and soon Sanjay was cumming as well, the tiger bearing his fangs as he sprayed into the office worker. Drew took it in deep, grunting happily before his fat rhino cock shot his sperm all over the storage room floor. Drew's eyes were glazed with lust. He never thought he would love coming into work as much as he did that day.

****

Tony Corlett came striding down the hallway, his black suit complemented by a metal flake brown tie. His hair was buzzed short, looking jut a bit more dignified on a man in his thirties. Tony had been very busy all day, but that was precisely how he liked it. There was something about becoming one of Amazon.com's biggest rivals over night while still keeping employees happy that filled Tony with glee. The hard part was building a merchandising base that could undercut Amazon's prices while still managing to stay profitable, though to start Tony was willing to at least price match. As he approached his office, his eyes fell across the two vendors he had been told about. He looked up with a smile, showing no fear or intimidation in the slightest. He offered his hand to Gibson and had his nearly crushed in the wolf's squeeze before he shook Sanjay's.

"I'm Tony Corlett, CEO of Daedalus Distribution." Tony said with a grin.

"I am Gibson Shaw, and this is my associate Sanjay Mahajan." Gibson introduced.

"Sorry about the wait and the mess, we're trying to get our headquarters up and running still." Tony said, opening the door to his office.

"Oh we understand we're early, we were a bit impatient with our excitement. We truly like what your company has offered so far in terms of online marketing, and we have a product that we know will sell..." Sanjay said. Tony moved to stand behind his desk, waiting for Gibson and Sanjay to sit in the comfortable chairs opposite him before he sat himself.

"So far we sell apparel, electronics and movies, but we're looking to expand into any feasible market. What are you two gentlemen looking to share?" Tony asked, pausing. With the door shut, the room was starting to get a bit muggy and arm, almost musky. Tony hoped it wasn't his own scent after working so hard, but hoped the vendors wouldn't notice. Gibson reached into his suit and withdrew a sheet, setting it down. The sheet showed an array of undergarments, but unlike any Tony had ever seen before.

Ranging from conventional briefs to full loose boxers, what made them unique was the bold patterns and colors. Zebra stripe, leopard print, even furry shag boxers. Some looked almost metallic or rubbery with scale patterns and others were of the finest silks and cotton. They were well stitched even from examination. Tony had to admit, they looked amazing. If they were as comfortable as they were bold, everyone in America would want one. Tony paused, looking at one particular pair, looking back at the other men.

"Are these boxers with pockets?" Tony asked in awe. Gibson grinned.

"That would be our pouch package, inspired by the Australian Kangaroo. Snug, comfortable, but still breathes well to keep you from overheating on hot days." Gibson said.

"The novelty behind this is amazing, how is it that I've never heard of these before? What... are they called by the way?" Tony asked.

"Well, it's a bit more novel than you think. We sell the underwear with a cologne. Cheap to produce, but not cheap on the smell. We call them personal packages, because each person can find the underwear and scent to fit them best." Sanjay said.

"And the reason you haven't heard of us yet is that we've been waiting to find the right distributer. So far neither Google nor Amazon has really wowed us, but you... You might be perfect." Gibson said.

"I have to say I'm amazed... Before I can say yes though, I'd like to buy a case or five for the office, get the feedback of my employees." Tony said.

"Oh of course, we understand completely." Sanjay said, smiling so wide his fangs were visible.

"And we just happen to have some of the cologne here already." Gibson said, pulling out a spritzer bottle from his suit jacket. Inside was a golden clear liquid and the glass bottle had a large, primate like foot print on it. Gibson handed it over to Tony and leaned back with a smile.

As both vendors expected him to, Gibson pulled up his sleeve and spritzed his wrist. The spray hit his arm, but more than that, it released the most potent musk into the room. Sweat, sex, man, rutting, earth, trees, rainforest, spice. The smells were insanely powerful. Tony shuddered and moaned sharply as his arm hair turned black and started to grow thicker, though his wrist was expanding as well. Tony dropped the spritzer and moaned as his wrist doubled in size, snapping his watch band. His fingers grew leathery; his thumb and fingers growing bulgy and tough. His forearm expanded, tearing his shirt, then his biceps and triceps grew, one sleeve exploding off. A band of thick muscle crossed his back before his other arm bloated outwards. His shirt tore across the back, then down his other arm as he evened out.

Tony panted sharply, looking up at Sanjay and Gibson, but the tiger and wolf merely smiled. Black hair began pushing out of Tony's upper lip, his chin, then his cheeks. Stumble pushed out, forming a short beard, then a longer one. The hairs covered his upper lip, then grew down from his jaw, forming a longer beard. Tony's ears rounded, his lips thickened, his mouth pushed forward just a bit. His buzzed hair grew down around his eyes and across his nose as his nostrils flared and became leathery... and his cheeks widened. Tony let out a grunt, his voice dropping lower by the second.

The CEO's shirt continued to split and tear, coming apart to reveal his chest as his pecs and abs thickened. The peach flesh turned brown, then solid black but no hair was growing in, leaving the flesh tough but exposed. As the black fur spread down his back, a slight streak of silver raced down his spine, making him a bit more defined. Tony's shirt slipped down to his waist, revealing the torso, arms and head of a bearded gorilla. He grunted more, using his ape hand to lift the spritzer again, examining it even as his changes continued.

The CEO's chair eased back from his desk as his legs thickened and elongated, his hips growing wide. His shoes became incredibly uncomfortable, and without even learning how, Tony started to bend his opposable toes, pulling the shoes off from the inside. They flopped to the ground, revealing his stretched socks. His feet grew wider and wider, developing feet palms before the socks tore apart, falling in shreds. His feet turned leathery brown, then almost black, flexing a bit. His pants grew tight and developed a few holes as his legs became as thick as tree trunks, covered in black fur.

It had only taken a few moments, but the change was most profound. Tony sat in his chair, a huge gorilla. He reached down and slowly unzipped his pants. A fat, thick, drooling cock sprung out at attention, smacking against the base of his pecs. Tony grunted happily before he grabbed it with his right hand and started stroking himself off before looking at the spritzer in the left. He grunted happily, his ape lips turning in bliss before he looked at the vendors with curiosity for a moment before he smiled.

"We'll take eight cases to sample... And is this the only strength the cologne comes in?" Tony asked. Gibson chuckled.

"Oh no, there are more... subtle fragrances." Gibson said. Tony gave a few gorilla hoots in bliss at the concept before he nodded, offering the hand he had just been stroking himself to shake with.

"Then you have a deal." Tony said. Gibson shook the CEO's hand eagerly and then Sanjay did. The two slowly rose to their feet and bowed their heads to the CEO before they turned and excused themselves from the office, hearing more satisfied grunts and the sound of flesh on flesh as they left. Sanjay and Gibson smiled warmly to each other as they rounded the corner, nearly slamming into Ian. Ian skidded back, doing everything he could to avoid the obstacles, only realizing it was the two vendors he had come to warn Tony about. He looked up in shock, his eyes wide.

"Y-you! I just figured out who you are, you're wanted by the FDA... You can't go around changing people, it's not natural." Ian whispered. Sanjay chuckled.

"And you're going to stop us little man? You don't understand just how natural you could be." He said, gesturing to Gibson. Gibson grabbed Ian around the waist and lifted him up like a vase, carrying him toward the bathroom. Ian tried to pry the hands from his waist, squirming, kicking his legs. They passed through the door into the bathroom, Sanjay following in after.

"Help, someone help!" Ian shouted. Gibson sighed, tiring of the boy's opposition. He closed his eyes and flexed. His arms, legs and even chest bulged, and it was just more than his suit could take. The front burst open, his undershirt split and thick, sweaty white fur emerged. Gibson grabbed Ian's head and stuffed it into his chest, rubbing the boy around in it. Ian sputtered and coughed as fir went in his mouth and up his nose. It was so spicy and musky, it was almost like cologne.

Ian grunted, trying not to suffocate, breathing in deep lungs full of the musk before he shuddered. His breathing slowed, becoming deeper and steadier as a strange sensation swept over him. Ian felt... oddly safe in the wolf's arms. Ian took a big sniff of the chest with his nose, a nose that widened and darkened as he inhaled. The sweat clung to his skin as it turned darker, the nose becoming almost black and leathery... and slowly tough whiskers began pushing out of his cheeks. Ian felt his fears melt away before he nuzzled the chest, rubbing his chin on it. The fur brushed his chin before soft blond hairs grew out, growing thicker and longer, forming a short tuft. Soft brown hairs began growing out across his ears as they stretched into points , but the fur spreading across his face was half way between the two, almost a sandy cream color. It covered his mouth, his cheeks and his chin behind his goatee. The soft fur even grew up across his nose behind his black nostrils. The brown fur from his ears spread across his eyes and down the back of his neck.

Gibson slowly pulled Ian's head back, revealing the head of an Otter. Ian panted softly before he grinned and dove back into Gibson's chest, licking and nuzzling all over, no longer able to fight it. His groin bulged and his hands reached up to massage Gibson's chest. Sanjay squeezed past the two, coming up the other side, squeezing Ian in tight. Soon Sanjay grabbed Ian's waist, holding him in place as he rubbed his bulge over the young man's ass. Sanjay growled gently before he flexed, splitting his suit open. His furry muscle exploded through the fabric and soon he was rubbing it all over Ian's shirt, but that wasn't good enough. The tiger took a hold of the secretary's shirt before he pulled it off of him, sending buttons flying.

Ian gasped as he felt fur closing in on him from both sides. He was getting squished between the two muscle gods, but as their fur rubbed his skin, his skin responded by producing a fur coating of his own. His chest pushed out sandy cream fur while his back was covered by dark brown. The fur connected to the fur on his neck and shoulders and started moving down his arms, but before it had even reached his wrists, his fingers started to grow a stretchy membrane between them, forming webs. His fingers flexed as his nails turned black and stretched into claws, anchoring deeper on the fingers. Ian continued to stroke Gibson's chest, but he pushed back more against Sanjay.

The tiger and wolf kept humping, though as Sanjay rubbed Ian's rump, he felt something firm pushing against his rod. Sanjay grinned. It felt almost like a cock, but he knew it wasn't. The tiger sliced through the secretary's pants and underwear, letting them drop down to the floor. A thick, triangular wedge shaped tail had already stretched from Ian's backside, only a foot long... but it was swelling. Cream fur covered the underside while brown covered the top. The brown fur spread up his spine, moving toward his shoulders to grow together with the fur there. Portions of Ian's fingertips and palms swelled into rubbery pads while fur grew in between. Ian had never felt anything like he did now. He felt so comfortable, so happy, and so content. His arms were warm, his body felt good, and that taste was divine. Ian rooted through the fur more before he found one of Gibson's nipples and he started to suck and tease it.

Sanjay growled, feeling so very good. He reached down to lift Ian's two foot otter tail and expose his tail hole. It didn't take long for his tiger cock to be released before he lined it up and slid in. Ian groaned, feeling his ass stretched wide, but it barely hurt and the pain soon faded. Ian started sliding back and forth on the rod, humping Gibson further. Gibson growled happily, his paw grabbed the otter head, holding it to his nipple. Ian sucked and tugged like a starving newborn on the leathery nip, his change continuing. The tail pinned between him and the tiger reached three feet in length and as wide as his hips at the base. His legs were becoming furry and his cock was stretching out longer over plump, furry balls.

The two worked at their newest convert, covering him in fur and sweat, grunting happily. Ian's shoes soon grew tight as his toes grew together, developing claws and webs. Soft pops came as claws pushed through expensive loafers. The leather shoes stretched, warped, and then stitching began to split. The leather pieces pried apart before otter paws emerged, wide and large, the toes elongating a bit and increasing the webbing. Ian moaned, his tail reaching four feet in length. His body was covered by brown and cream fur, his shaggy blond hair was even shaggier than ever and he had a beach goatee. He was in heaven, but the change wasn't over... something was starting to happen.

Ian moaned as his neck stretched longer, then his back, then his legs. The nipple he had been stretching to reach was then easy to reach, then below him. Ian was growing like a weed, rising to five foot ten, six feet, six foot four, six foot eight... He gasped softly, watching as he rose up to be eye level with Gibson before glancing over his shoulder at Sanjay. Seeing a glimpse of the otter's maw, Sanjay leaned forward and kissed the otter. Sanjay gasped before he was sucking on Tiger tongue at the same time he was getting tiger cock up his ass. The two worked at it, writhing and grinding eagerly.

Gibson reached up, using his paws to massage and work at Ian's shoulders, watching them widen and thicken. His pecs sagged as they filled with muscle and his stomach pushed out into muffin like mounds of muscle. His tail thickened and hardened as it became more muscle than fat and his legs bulked out, cream fur covering the insides. Even Ian's neck thickened with muscle. The formerly scrawny secretary shuddered, feeling so heavy and dense... and then the first wave of testosterone hit his brain.

"Fuck..." Ian muttered, breaking the kiss. He groaned, his lips curling. He moaned harder, his eyes looking vaguely zonked out. He started thrusting his ass back against Sanjay, working the cock deeper and deeper before the otter was calling out in bliss, feeling his prostate jabbed over and over again. He moaned hard, thrashing his hips. Gibson started to lick his muzzle slowly. He'd always been an alpha wolf, but Ian's cock looked so delicious. He suddenly ducked down and wrapped his maw around the otter shaft. Ian howled, grabbing onto the wolf head. He opened his eyes long enough to look at himself in the mirror.

The image that looked back was of a four hundred pound, six foot ten otter muscle god with a thick goatee and shaggy hair nearly covering his eyes, eyes which were now an intense yellow. Ian thought back to what he had said and thought before, realizing he was insane. This was the only way to live, there was nothing better. His only regret was that it had taken so long, but now that he'd awoken as his true self, life was never going to go back to the way it was. He was going to fuck and suck and swum like the beast he was. Ian tipped his head back and moaned more, his whiskers twitching.

Gibson sucked hard, filling his jaw with otter cock, letting it graze the back of his throat before he swallowed the tip, letting his esophagus please the secretary. Ian howled more, clenching around Sanjay. The Tiger growled happily, licking and slurping Ian's furry neck before biting it softly, tasting the otter. Filling his ass with tiger cock as deep as he could go. The bathroom was full of moans, grunts, howls and roars. The air was thick with musk, and not just from Sanjay and Gibson. Ian could smell his own scent... Very salty, a hint of fish, very savory. It poured off him; filling the room so thick the walls almost were moist with musk.

The three went at it for several minutes, but Gibson was too talented. His maw pushed Ian past the edge and the otter sprayed his load into the wolf's belly. Ian quivered around Sanjay and the tiger blew his load, spraying into Ian. Ian grunted, feeling the heat, then more heat, then more heat. He counted four, give, six, seven spurts and it kept coming, or rather cumming. The tiger filled his guts full of sperm until he almost fell bloated. Gibson pulled off of the otter cock, letting the dribbling seed land on the floor, splattering. Ian looked down at his huge balls, wondering if he'd ever stop dribbling. Gibson licked his lips clean and stepped back. Sanjay stepped back as well, stretching.

"Sorry about what I said guys." Ian muttered after a moment.

"Ian?" a voice came from the toilet stall. All three turned around in shock. The stall door clicked and opened and a furry black muscle bound jaguar stepped out. His black chest, face and whiskers were covered with thick wads of yellowish white cum. Lime green earrings dangled from his pointed ears. Ian gasped sharply.

"Sam..." Ian whispered, moving over to his co-worker.

"Sounds like you guys had a fun party; I guess I was too busy eavesdropping to join in." Sam said. Ian moaned and began to use his otter tongue to slurp up Sam's juices, pushing him back into the stall, pinning him to the wall to lick him clean. Sanjay and Gibson smirked, reaching down to pull up the remnants of their clothes. They were only able to salvage their pants, their shirts far too gone. Gibson picked up his silver tie and handed the orange one to Sanjay. Sanjay tied the tie around his neck, letting it hang down over his furry white chest. The two moved out of the bathroom and headed for the stairs, taking the back way down. Their paws moved down the steps easily, the cool air moving over their fur.

"I'd say that went well." Sanjay said. Gibson nodded.

"That's what I always liked about Daedalus; their employees really care about pleasing..." Gibson chuckled.

"Well, if we get big enough, maybe we can open our own office... Get lots of handsome employees." Sanjay said.

"In the mean time, I think it's time we send out some of our Personal Packages, get the word out on the street about them..." Gibson smiled.

"I couldn't agree more." Sanjay replied, putting his arm around Gibson's shoulders as they took the exit out of the building and moved back out into the light of day.