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Gookitty Arises: Oozing Productivity

SynTech Slushpile #15

By Danath

Characters © Graith

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“Welcome to the Department for Extraplanetary Research of Phenomena, Ms. Johnson. Here’s your badge.”

“Thank you.”

“Your first assignment is already waiting for you in lab Q15.”

“Yes, sir.”

The tall, dark-furred river otter behind the desk nodded his head, then returned his attention to the screen of his computer. He tapped on the keyboard in between looking over reports and papers piled up in the inbox on his desk, webbed paws dancing across the desk with a rapid-fire, efficient clickety-clack. Beneath the wooden desk, a steady thumping noise continued, as it had throughout the short, to-the-point meeting.

Jacqueline waited a moment, then stood and excused herself as she left the room. And that was how she was hired at DERP, an exclusive and little-known branch of SynTech research that explored strictly extraplanetary projects - meaning not from Earth - which was precisely the topic that got Jacqueline more excited than anything. The human grinned as she double-checked her lab coat pockets for her tools, pens, phone, and anything else she would need. The position of lab director meant she was in charge of her very own state of the art laboratory, though her projects would be assigned to her by the otter she’d just met. What was his name? Jacqueline blinked. She couldn’t remember.

The human’s feet carried her forward down the corridor. It was bright and well lit, with a gentle curve so as not to allow too much of a view past the next few doors, all of which were identical metal sliding openings save for the change in letters and numbers on the plates outside.

Jacqueline Johnson, lab director, at the tender age of 23. The dark-haired woman grinned as she strutted forward, nodding politely at the other research scientists and assistants she passed by, until she reached the door to her lab. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, Jacqueline took a moment to compose herself. She needed to put her best foot forward to demonstrate she was a serious scientist because of her age, but hopefully the lab wouldn’t be too dysfunctional. She didn’t look like a college grad. She barely looked like a college student - frizzy, afro-like dark hair, smooth skin, small chest and narrow hips that gave her an almost tomboyish figure. Still, she’d proven expectations wrong before, and she’d do it again. Squaring up her shoulders, Jack pressed her hand against the palm-reader and the doors slid open.

What she wasn’t ready for was a pitch black room and the sounds of high-pitched squeaks and squeals. The rectangle of light framed Jacqueline’s body in silhouette as she stopped in her tracks, then shot her arm to the side to find the light switch. There was a rustling as her fingers splayed over the metal panel before finding the buttons, and after pressing a few, the lights about fifteen feet above flickered on, revealing the inside of the lab - and its occupants.

Two rows of six otters each stood in loose formation in front of Jacqueline. Behind them, the open-plan workshop-slash-laboratory divided into pods focused on various means of analyzing, testing, or extracting all sorts of data from whatever the current project involved. Banks of powerful supercomputers lined the walls between small offices and storage rooms. There were also smaller rooms for meetings, more delicate experiments, chambers to isolate gasses, and others containing sensitive test equipment.

The most noticeable feature of the room, however, was the large round plinth in the center ringed by equipment and computers built into terminals that glowed a pale blue color. A vial held in place via a magnetic field above the center of the plinth about a half a foot from the surface. Inside the container, which was transparent in the middle but had two large, blocky black end-caps, a dark gray ooze sloshed idly side to side, emitting a soft, faint silver glow. There was nothing to account for the constant, slow motion movement of the gray liquid, as the magnet field was designed to isolate and contain the container completely still.

“Uh…” Jacqueline said. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the key features, especially the gray ooze, before settling onto the otter who stepped forward a foot from the front line and grinned at her.

“Welcome to Lab Q15, Ms. Johnson! I’m Claude, lead research assistant, and this is the rest of the team: Clancy, Clifford, Clarence, Chris, Callum, Colombo, Quincy, Other Clarence…”

Jacqueline held up a hand, unable to follow the rapid-fire shotgunning of names as the slim, tall otter spoke in a high-pitched squeak.

“Whoa, wait, before that, what was going on when the lights were off?”

There was silence, then a loud, slow zipper noise from the back row, and then more silence.

“Okay, nevermind,” Jack said. She’d been warned about the otters that seemed to be everywhere at SynTech for some reason. “Get me up to speed. I want to dive in right away, and I’ll learn your names as we go.”

“Yes, Ms. Johnson!” the chorus of lab assistants chanted before scattering to various parts of the laboratory.

Claude approached, moving around one of the workstations with a large tablet in his paw.

“Recent status reports, though there’s not much to report on. The object was delivered last week, but so far we haven’t been able to test it.”

“Why not?”

“None of the instruments work on it.”

“What do you mean?”

The otter grabbed a geiger counter from a nearby workstation, then trotted towards the plinth, which was about chest high on the five-foot-tall male. He held the sensor near the vial, but the sloshing gray fluid didn’t react, and neither did the geiger counter. In fact, it went completely dead, which was impossible, especially anywhere within a hundred miles of SynTech Tower.

“We don’t know what temperature it is, we don’t know if it’s alive or not, we don’t know what it’s molecular structure consists of, or even whether it's organic or mineral,” Claude continued in a helpfully matter-of-fact tone. “In fact, about the only thing we do know is that it’s only staying in the vial because it wants to.”

That particular sentence, delivered with the same casual, friendly energy as before, stopped Jacqueline dead. She stared at Claude and tried not to spit when she spoke next.

“Say that again.”

“Uh… We don’t know what it’s-”

“No, I mean… it’s breached containment?”

“Oh, yeah, loads. It showed up here by itself a few minutes before the project assignment came through last week along with your name.”

Jacqueline was even more confused.

“Last week? I only started today! I hadn’t even applied last week!” she protested, but Claude just shrugged.

“SynTech finds ‘em, we poke ‘em and tell you what happens,” the otter chirped. “Dunno what else to tell you. Oh, by the way, the sample has breached containment again and is currently on your right shoulder.”

Jacqueline turned her head, eyes wide, but there was nothing there. She sagged with relief, then her expression hardened. She didn’t appreciate this kind of tomfoolery at work, and she was about to let him know when the otter said the most terrifying words she’d ever heard in her life.

“Oh, sorry. That’s my right.”

Jacqueline screamed and jumped to the side, but the gray blob on her shoulder remained, even as she backed up into the wall. Curious research assistants crowded around, each of the otters wearing a standard white SynTech lab-approved jumpsuit, but otherwise different in height and fur color and body types. Claude, one of the taller ones, pushed his way forward as Jacqueline, breathing hard, leaned her head as far as she could away from her own shoulder. The gray goo jiggled.

“Sorry, I should have told you,” Claude said. “It likes to do that with anyone new. It’ll go back to the vial in a few minutes. Some of us think it’s intelligent and trying to find a match that it can communicate with. Some of us hypothesize that it’s operating off animal instinct, or maybe corrupted coding if it really is inorganic.”

“How long does it usually take to return to the vial?” the human gasped.

“Oh, normally it’d already be back by now. Strange. Maybe it likes you”

The gray ooze jiggled again, though Jacqueline was being very careful not to move.

“Maybe we should try to run a test on it while it’s on your - oh, it’s not on your shoulder anymore. This is getting really interesting. Cary, make sure you’re recording. Quincy, help Clarence with containment. No, Clarence, not Other Clarence.”

“Mmmfffmfffffff-fff!”

“Yes, Ms. Johnson, I know it’s in your mouth, that’s why we’re initiating standard containment protocols. Gosh, that thing really has never done anything like this before, we’ll have to make sure we take good notes, okay, now is everyone ready?”

The otter’s voice tightened up as he barked commands at the rest of the research assistants. The dozen otters scurried around as the temporary barrier surrounded the human inside locking walls of metal and glass, while others roved around with cameras, wrote notes, or took air and temperature measurements, all moving around each other without bumping or knocking anyone over despite their pace. It was impressive, really, though Jacqueline wished it was being directed by her, instead of at her.

“Hmmffggggglllllllnnmmmm!”

A visible bulge appeared in Jacqueline’s throat, then slid lower. The human stared straight ahead, eyes wide, both hands on her belly.

“Incredible!” an otter chirped.

“Fascinating!” another said.

“Usually this is happening to one of us.”

Jack’s stomach rippled. She grimaced, able to feel the motion of the blob of grey goo in her stomach. Otters scrambled towards her, half a dozen of them, each holding out various scanners and lasers and measuring devices. One stuck a thermometer in her mouth as three others shoved a large gurney behind her. Before she could gasp - and for fear of opening her mouth - Jacqueline didn’t say anything as they heaved her onto the padded mattress. Furry fingers poked at her stomach and pulled open her mouth so they could shine lights down her throat.

“No visible physical changes,” one said.

“Measurements normal.”

“We can detect the boss, but we can’t sense the research object inside.”

Jacqueline groaned and shifted her hips as the fingers poked and prodded at her. Her hands clutched at the soft mattress underneath her as she felt the rippling in her belly increase. Her chest heaved as the bulge in her throat reappeared at her lips. The human’s eyes went wide as all the otters backed away. The blob of goo pulled itself out, faintly pulsing as it shivered, then dove back towards Jacqueline’s face, but this time, splitting into two as it filled her nostrils.

Within moments, her eyes went wide, but no pupils or white were visible, just a wall of shimmering gray. Jacqeline’s body went rigid and held itself against the mattress as her head and hips gave the occasional twitch. The otters glanced at each other, still standing well away from the gurney, but they carefully approached when it appeared the human wasn’t about to explode. Soon the entire team crowded around - some filming, some writing notes, some measuring temperatures or taking blood samples - trying to, at least, considering the needles refused to penetrate Jacqueline’s skin - while Claude, the lead research assistant, waited by his boss’s side and directed the rest of the crew. Before long, even more equipment beeped and pulsed and flashed, leaving little room for the otters amidst the displays and readouts and tickers and wires. Claude nodded, satisfied they were doing everything they could possibly be doing at the moment. It was inconvenient that the sample chose to inhabit their new boss so soon after she arrived, since she seemed nice and all, but their job was to study the sample…

“Alright, break out the big guns!” Claude said, snapping off words and numbers and names as various otters scattered. “Inter-Organ Gamma Radiator! Ion J200 Series Scanner! Get the MRI, and the JMRI. And bring the LMRI too, just in case! Enact emergency containment protocols level delta and reroute air through extra purification! Lockdown mode engaged!”

Jacqueline’s hand moved, though not a bit of the rest of her did. Her hand clutched at Claude’s wrist tight enough for the research assistant to wince. He stared at the motionless body of the grey-eyed human and leaned closer, peering at what used to be chestnut brown irises, now a seemingly blank slate. But Claude could see something, he thought, moving around under the surface, a shadow of a shadow, and he leaned closer, eyes widening, as all the fur on his body stood on end at the same time.

The hand on his wrist clenched again, and Claude nodded.

“Cancel all orders! Back to me!” Claude gasped, and the hand relaxed. “Uhh… we’re going to take a more… uh… casual approach to the situation.”

The confused otters glanced at each other and whispered, wondering what had changed so suddenly, when a recently familiar voice caused them all to jump.

“Because there’s no situation,” Jacqueline said, sitting up. Her eyes flashed yellow before settling into the same chestnut brown as when she’d arrived. “Let’s get back to work.”

“But the project-”

“-is completed,” Jacqueline said, grinning with confidence as she swung her legs off the gurney and hopped to her feet, seemingly back to normal and none the worse for wear. “It’s not here anymore, is it?”

The otters glanced at each other and some stared at the charts and notes in their hands.

“Obviously my body rejected and destroyed whatever it was, right?” Jacqueline asked. “Otherwise, I mean, well, try to scan me. I’ll guarantee you won’t find a trace of anything alien in me.”

Claude did as she suggested, passing a close-range detector that monitored for any signs of inorganic or non-standard biologic material, but the detector came up empty - there was no sign of anything different or unusual about the boss’s physiology.

“Okay, yes, I get it, that was weird, and you have every right to be suspicious, so you’ll keep monitoring my condition for as long as you want while we get started on our next project,” Jacqueline said. As she spoke, she brushed past the crowd and found a computer, where she closed the report on the open project, marking it “Uncategorizable” before requesting a new research sample. “There! Now, let’s get the lab reset and ready to go, because SynTech probably won’t make us wait long.”

Somewhat assured, the team of otters put away the monitors, scanners, and other equipment, distributed fresh office supplies, and unpacked boxes of new slides and test tubes. Within the hour, the newest research project arrived in a large metal container that the movers deposited on the table in the center of the room without a word.

“Okay, boss, we got a chunk of moon rock here that SynTech wants us to analyze,” Claude said, examining the tablet in his paws. His eyes scanned pages rapidly, as fast as his fingers could flip through them. “Background reports… mineral composition… they’ve done a lot of the work for us, but they reached dead ends, so they kicked it over to us.”

The otter looked up from his tablet and paused. Jacqueline’s shirt seemed to be fuller than before. Claude shook his head and blinked. His eyes were probably playing tricks on him. He’d been keeping a careful eye on the human and would notice immediately if she started growing.

“Sounds good. Let’s redo everything they did to check for errors, and then hit it with everything we can in the lab. We’ll group back together in the morning to compare results. I’ll leave the task distribution to you, Claude, but I’d like to have Colombo help me organize my office in the meantime.”

“Sure thing, boss. Yo, Colombo!”

One of the shorter otters trotted up. He was lean with light tan fur and a nearly white belly, but the blunt muzzle and round ears otherwise typical of otters.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Boss needs help with the office.”

“No problem!”

Jacqueline nodded to Claude, then followed Colombo into the office. Her eyes locked onto the wide base of the small male’s tail where it protruded through the seat of the white lab coat, and she licked her lips, eyes flashing golden yellow and changing to vertical slits, like a feline…

About two hours later, Claude knocked on the office door.

Inside, Jacqueline’s fingers dug into Colombo’s hips. The short otter’s belly spread beneath him, several times wider than his shoulders and growing as the woman’s hips pumped forward, grinding a substantial, thick maleness deep beneath the gurgling otter’s tail. Her chest dragged across the top of the otter’s head as he groaned and churred, the tip of his tail squeezed around one of Jacqueline’s bosoms. Her fingers dug into his plump hips, holding his backside in place as she humped forward, grinding in hard as thick, creamy seed kept filling the already swollen otter’s belly even filler. Jacqueline shuddered, eyes flashing as she looked over her shoulder at the door, unhappy to be disturbed right when things with the cute, squirmy little otter were getting good.

“Has it been that long?” she gasped. “Hhhuuuufffff… thanks for the help, Colombo. Take a break - you’ve earned it.”

Jacqueline shivered as she wiped her shaft off on the otter’s plumped up thigh before stuffing her dick down her pants. It remained hard, drooling, offering a substantial feline scent in the rich musk. The scientist grabbed her lab coat and drew it around her shoulders, obscuring the bulge in her jeans underneath as well as the increased strain in her button-up shirt, as she opened the door partway. When she stepped outside, she turned to smile at Claude, who regarded her skeptically while she carefully closed the door behind her.

“Feeling alright, boss?”

“Just fine! Colombo’s gonna finish up inside by himself. What’s the latest?”

“So far the results we’ve gotten confirm what the other lab did.”

“Good. Would be a shame if this were an easy one to crack. Do you have it unpacked?”

Claude watched as Jacqueline strode by, heading towards the center of the lab where the rest of the team was working. He glanced at the door to the office, then at the floor, where a steady dribble of what was clearly cum followed the scientist. The otter’s tail twitched as he headed after her, wondering just what she was up to. If she was gonna fool around with the otters, it wasn’t fun if she played favorites. Claude was tempted to peek into the office, but decided against it and trotted after Jacqueline towards the moon rock.

The boss went over the reports with Claude and the other otters before taking both Clarences off to help her check out the organization of the supply closet. Claude watched them go, squinting as he thought he saw the boss’s hands drop down to the rumps of the two taller otters.

Inside the supply closet, the two Clarences stared, shocked, as Jacqueline’s shirt swelled outwards. She soon grew large enough that her stupendous breasts blocked the door alone. Her teeth glinted as she advanced on the two otters, both plump, juicy nipples hardening as they bounced in the air, shoving eagerly towards the Clarences, who stared with open, drooling muzzles. Between the two oversized breasts, a thick maleness, dark and hard, twitched and jerked, pushed down by the swells above. Jacqueline’s lips curled as she nearly purred at the two shocked researchers, eyes dropping towards the tents in their jumpsuits.

“Are you boys feeling thirsty?”

Jacqueline pressed forward as the two otters’ muzzles latched around her nipples, stretching wide to accommodate the girth and thickness of the dark, meaty nubs. She groaned and shoved forward, ending up pinning the two males onto their backsides beneath her chest. Their claws and fingers groped at her smooth skin as she reached down beneath, wrapping her hands around the large pole jutting from her hips. It didn’t take long for her to find the leftmost Clarence’s rump, and his muffled groans and squeals as he remained stuck, pinned beneath her plump, fat nipple, resonated through the room.

Warm cream flooded both otters’ muzzles, more than enough to overwhelm their swallowing. Both otters wiggled and gurgled, swallowing as they struggled to keep their lips wrapped around the pair of fat, firm teats. It helped that the surprisingly strong Jack leaned into them, ensuring they remained pinned, heads and shoulders completely obscured beneath her aching breasts. Her hips ground forward, sliding deep, creating a bulge in Clarence’s belly that had nothing to do with the intense milking. Before long, Jacqueline turned her attention to the Clarence on the right, and used her hands to shove their hips together under her chest, making it easier to switch between the two tight, clenching rumps. Jacqueline’s thighs flexed, straining against her skin and pulling it taut, as she pumped forward, groaning as each time she hilted, the otters beneath her suckled and squeezed on her achingly huge nipples with even more vigor.

Faint rosettes appeared down her backside, though they faded back into her dark skin as she leaned forward, huffing and moaning, almost growling as she flooded each other in turn. As they grew rounder, her breasts shrunk, until Jacqueline was the one curling around them, instead of the other way around. Waves of milk dribbled down the wall beneath the swells of her tits, running off the waterproof otters’ hides and forming musky puddles on the floor as she grunted with pleasure. Her massive arousal pulled free of one of the Clarence’s rumps for the last time as the two engorged, bloated otters gasped and groaned, their stomachs sloshing, just as large as Colombo’s. Jacqueline got to her feet slowly and stretched her arms above her head, past her frizzy black hair. She grinned as her plump, C-cup breasts, far larger than what she’d started with that morning, bounced above her smooth, muscular belly. She shivered as her thickness, though still long and far too fat to properly hide in her pants, also lost some of its overwhelming size. She ended up making a mess in her pants as she tried to stuff the half-hard length down the leg hole. She didn’t bother trying to repair the buttons on her shirt, instead using a lab coat to hide herself. She grinned over her shoulder at the two Clarences on the floor of the semi-flooded supply closet and licked her lips as she plotted her next moves…

One by one over the course of the day, Jack found reasons a-plenty to send otters off on errands, with herself following along to “learn the ropes” and “observe procedure.” Each and every member of the team found themselves ravaged, swollen, bloated beyond belief, and left to recover in a private area of the lab while the boss found new targets with which to relieve her growing urges. Eventually, though, it was just her and Claude.

The cute lead assistant’s eyes widened when he watched Jacqueline stalk out of the last room into which a team member disappeared. Her shirt was in tatters, mere scraps fluttering around her impressive, bare bosoms, and her jeans were also ripped and stretched into shreds, a few stringy tatters cleaning to her round backside, wide thighs, and powerful calves. A long, thick maleness squeezed outwards against the fibers, occasionally spurting a glob of rich, heavily scented precum down the shapely, toned calf against which it throbbed. Jacqueline’s grin sent chills down Claude’s spine, but the otter couldn’t move as he watched her approach, step by step, slow and steady, her eyes flashing and holding his in her gaze as she grinned ever wider. Claude swore he could see fangs rather than human teeth for a moment and blinked. A hand slid up her smooth, hard belly, then slid along the undersides of her heavy, DD-cup breasts. She squeezed one of her nipples and gasped, plump lips pursing as she pulled up to a stop in front of the awestruck otter.

Claude didn’t need any encouragement. He dropped to his knees, staring in shock up at his boss as she fished her massive shaft free of the shredded remains of her blue jeans. There wasn’t much in the way of foreplay, or perhaps this was Jacqueline’s idea of the activity, but within a few moments of resting her plump, fat tip against the otter’s lips, she had both hands wrapped around his head and her huge cock grinding down to his belly. His throat bulged each time she pulled out, releasing a few splurts of thick pre-cum onto his gasping tongue before grinding back in. Her length filled his cheeks, forcing the seed out past his stretched lips as she hauled his head down over her cock again and again. Her fingers dug into his ears as she twitched, moaning, heavy balls slapping forward with each jawbreaking thrust, wetly splatting against Claude’s chest and leaving dripping, runny seed and musk to roll down his jumpsuit.

Claude grabbed hold of Jacqueline’s thighs, but it was like holding onto steel bars. The huge shaft slid down his throat, hard, fast, constant, dragging back before shoving back in as waves of thick musk rolled over the otter’s eager tongue. Jacqueline’s lips parted and a groan erupted as she leaned forward, breasts squeezing into the top of the otter’s head. Her cock disappeared, not a single inch free of Claude’s swallowing muzzle, as she came deep in his belly. He fattened up immediately, bloating with the force of her arousal, as she flexed and strained, moaning with need. The faint rosettes along her backside flared back into view, and this time remained. Thick tufts of golden fur surrounded them and spread up her spine, shoulders, down her arms. Jacqueline’s fingertips darkened, and soon she was clutching the otter’s head into her crotch with short, toe-like claws instead as her body shifted and changed, blurring and melting before reforming bit by bit.

Jack’s head fell forward, and her bushy mane of hair went with her, but when she leaned back up, the hair was gone, replaced with a deep furry pelt and ears made of golden triangles, lighter cream on the inside. Her eyes flashed a bright yellow, vertical pupils blinking rapidly as her tongue spread across a wide muzzle. Her arms bent, reshaping, as her entire body shimmered and rippled. The otter’s grunts and moans amplified as he felt the large forepaws resting on his back shove him forward, causing him to sprawl across his massively inflated belly. The transforming scientist’s groans echoed loudly as her torso twisted upwards, and new bulges formed to either side of her shoulders as her original arms, now full-on legs, shoved on the back of the otter’s head, ensuring he remained fully impaled on the stalk now hanging between her hind legs and growing thicker, longer, fatter, clearly stretching the squirming, wiggling Claude from the inside as it grew. The thick pelt of fur covered her entire body, rosettes and all, save for the pale, cream-colored fur spreading from under her jaw to her neck and over her chest, which amplified outwards in all directions, until each large orb was twice the size of her new, fully feline head. Her arms wrapped around her chest, paws clutching at the fat, dark brown nipples, as she moved her sleek, muscular haunches forward, experimentally thrusting her huge pole against the trapped otter’s stretched muzzle.

“MMmmmmhhrrrrr… that’s better,” the gooey taur said, stretching her arms above her head as she ran her tongue along the massive fangs jutting past her chin. The sabrekitty scratched her upper belly with her claws, groaning as she wiggled her hindquarters in response. “Mmmhhhrrrrrr… Gookitty likes thaaaaat…”

Beneath the saber-taur, the otter’s belly bloated, almost doubling size before the much larger taur glanced down and licked her lips. One of her forepaws braced her lower body on the floor while her other pressed down on the small of the otter’s backside. Claude’s gurgles and groans rippled through the room as she dragged her massive stalk free. Even the outlines of her new barbs squeezed outwards against the otter’s tight neck as she kept firing, her productive and overly swollen balls swinging behind her hind legs, nearly reaching the ground. Eventually, she managed to work each desperately thick foot of kittycock free of Claude’s muzzle, leaving him gurgling and draining from both ends, and no doubt creating a mess beneath his plumped-up, jizz-filled belly.

One by one, the feline collected the groaning, mostly-swollen otters from the various parts of the lab she’d stashed them in, depositing them in the center of the lab with Claude.

“Hehe, upgrades, upgrades!” the sabretaur said. “Don’t worry, gookitty knows best!”

The dazed otters groaned as the large taur waded amongst them, hosing them down with her thickness as she went. The muscular flanks glinted as she stopped in the center and closed her eyes. Holding her hands close to her large, heavy chest, the sabrekitty went still, with even her tail stopping its motion.

“Shhhhh, gookitty has gotta concentrate for this part…”

There was a woosh, and then the entire taur’s body dissolved into a sea of dripping gray goo. Billions upon billions of nanobots flooded the area, submerging the otters’ swollen bellies completely, creating a self-contained circle almost twenty feet wide and five feet deep of sloshing nanobot stew. For a long time, there was no motion, and even the ripples on the surface smoothed into a shimmering glimmer, like mercury.

From the middle of the deep sea of gray, a pair of pointed ears emerged. As they stretched past the top of the pool, the gray turned into a rich golden pelt, that continued as the figure rose higher. As the gookitty’s body re-emerged, the level of the pool dropped substantially. More and more of the gray ooze withdrew back into the taur’s body, revealing the otters once more by the time it dropped to her four large knees. The taur grinned, her thick maleness already dropping from her sheath and dragging on the floor through the puddle as she surveyed her “upgraded” research team.

The otters no longer possessed swollen, impossibly bloated bellies. In fact, their stomachs looked, uniformly, better than ever - smooth, toned, narrow, flaring into wide hips that accommodated not only their plump tails, but round and juicy rumps. Some of the otters laying on their back revealed additional prizes: enormous breasts coated in dense, smooth tan fur, and large malenesses clearly disproportionate to their height and size. In fact, as the last bits of gray matter reformed around the large sabretaur’s paw pads, a few of the research assistants were getting up on their unsteady feet and moving around.

Claude, in particular, drew the smirking, immense gookitty’s attention. The otter’s fat rump hung from wide hips, though she wasn’t much taller than before. The otter’s arm swung up over the swell of her chest. The huge, tan-furred orbs strained past the sides of the otter’s torso while still squeezing tightly together in the center, forming a compacted line of cleavage from her belly button to her collarbones. Claude’s pink maleness draped from a sheath far too small to actually contain the enormous length. The tip dragged on the ground between her short legs as her long torso steadied on her wide, plump hips. The curvy otter’s muzzle pulled into a grin as she snapped off a salute to the large, imposing kittytaur.

The other otters gradually fell into line, hips and breasts jiggling and settling into place as they squeezed and rubbed against each other. None possessed a scrap of clothing, though they didn’t seem to mind as their paws wandered.

“So it ended up happening,” one said.

“-to us after all,” another said, finishing the first otter’s sentence. They spoke in higher voices than before, and both broke into giggles as they stared at each other.

“I don’t think-”

“-that I mind-”

“-very much.”

A chorus of otters picked up the thread of the sentence as it telephoned between them. The kittytaur’s tail wiggled. The light neural linking would ensure increased productivity when it came to research projects, as well as…

The large taur reached down and smacked a paw into the thick, chunky rump cheeks belonging to Claude, who yelped and giggled as she twisted her hips back into the claws.

“Oh my!”

“Oh my!”

“Oh myyyyyy!”

Like a chain effect, all of the other otters squirmed, panting as they felt the after-echoes of the firm grope. The sabretaur licked her lips, her massive pink stalk bouncing between her forelegs as she surveyed the collection of curvy, big dicked, fat-tittied bimbofied otters, who regarded the enormous kittytaur with much the same look of lust. The massive felinoid-taur’s impressive pink cock lifted, hardening as an assortment of webbed paws and soft furry bodies squeezed in around her powerful legs. Her brows narrowed and she licked her lips as a deep rumble emanated from her chest, which increased in volume when the two Clarences shoved their full, plump lips against her swinging teats, filling their bellies again with the groaning kittytaur’s fresh cream. Their arousals rubbed into the gookitty’s belly, spurting and dripping as the rest of the team found ways to join in on the fun. There was plenty of sabrekitty to go around.

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Several weeks later, Jacqueline stood in front of her boss wearing a grin. A stack of completed reports a foot high rested in front of the otter, who rested his muzzle on his fingers as he regarded the scientist and her chief research assistant with serious eyes. From beneath his desk, a steady and rhythmic thumping continued to echo - thud, thud, thud.

“You’ve done very good work. Whatever your management technique is, I wish you could teach it to the rest of the labs,” he said. “According to our employee evaluations, morale in your lab ranks among the best in the company.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jacqueline said, her voice coming out as a throaty purr that would normally be beyond the capability of a human voice box to produce. “I find that it helps to properly motivate my employees.”

The otter next to the human giggled. Her white SynTech-issued lab-quality jumpsuit stretched over her chest, barely accommodating the enormous swells, and squeezed in tight around her slender belly. The outline of her enormous cock shoved down the leg, curling outwards as its length was too much for the pants. Her thick rump pulled the jumpsuit even tighter in the back, beneath her wide, plump tail, which swept side to side across the floor as Jacqueline slid her fingers down the small of her back.

“Of course. Anyways, you’ll have your new projects soon. You’ll be assigned a new, larger lab, and take on additional staff, as we feel you’ve plateaued already in your current position. Feel free to train them the same way you’ve trained the others, since it seems to produce results,” the otter said, his eyes hardly lifting from the screen of his computer as he spoke. “You’ll have about four times as many subordinates, as well as four assistant lab directors. You may have multiple projects assigned at once, and additional staff will be transferred as necessary. Any questions?”

“No, sir, not about the job, thank you,” Jacqueline said, voice brimming with confidence as her fingers squeezed into Claude’s plump rump cheek, just beneath her tail, which lifted up into the air automatically. “Although, I should ask on an unrelated note, would you care to have a go with Claude here? She’s a big fan of yours.”

The otter behind the desk nodded, and though his tone and expression didn’t change, his ears twitched. The steady, rhythmic thumping echoing from beneath the wooden desk increased in pace and volume.

“Of course. Shall I send her back to the lab after our meeting? I happen to have an opening or two in my schedule at the moment.”

“Perfect. See you later, Claude,” Jack purred, waving her fingers over her shoulder. A set of faint rosettes appeared along her forearm, but disappeared like an illusion. She left and closed the door behind her, leaving the otters to continue the status report alone. The boss was so engrossed in studying the short otters heaving chest he failed to notice the golden tail draping down the back of Jacqueline’s legs as she hurried back to her lab, an urgent need blossoming in the pit of her belly as a wide smile stretched across her face.

Back in the office, the otter behind the desk stood up. The constant thumping ended all of the sudden as he revealed that while he was no taller than the typical SynTech-employed otter, he’d already been through the ringer to achieve his high-ranking position. A marvelously thick pink and black mottled horsecock flopped onto the desk, crushing the keyboard into pieces beneath it as a spurt of musky, clear pre-cum oozed from the flared tip. The medial ring flexed as the length stretched clear across the desk, leaving the tip hanging over the opposite side, flare bending down slightly as the huge shaft swelled fatter and plumper. The shaft was thicker than the otter’s thigh and longer than his leg - how he managed to walk with so much equine weight swinging from his hips was a question that Claude didn’t care to ask at the moment as her boss’s boss aimed the titanic stalk at her jiggling jumpsuit. The immense horse balls swinging below the desk generated an entrancing scent as the senior lab director’s eyes narrowed on Claude’s bimbofied body.

“I love our weekly meetings,” the boss otter grunted, a grin stretching across his muzzle for the first time as Claude’s muzzle stretched around his flare. “So… nnngghhh… fulfilling…”

The end