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Lucas yawned and stretched in front of his computer. He was finally done preparing the presentation for the big day. It was a late Friday night and he was tasked with sealing the sale to a big corporation on Monday. If they didn't get a contract signed here heads would roll, most likely resulting in the end of Lucas' employment. He brushed his messy brown hair with his hands and let himself fall deeper on his uncomfortable, squeaky chair. For the whole week he had been putting in overtime while sleeping only a few hours every night. It was taking a toll on him, physically as well as mentally. He didn't even have the time to shave, nor comb his hair in the morning. The only thing that was looking good on him was the suit and tie he had to wear because of a stupid company policy. He took his small silver cross pendant in his hand and closed his eyes, losing himself in his thoughts.

• “Hey, uh... Lucas," said someone behind him. “Lucas? Are you asleep?"

Lucas shivered. He really hated this voice and the man it belonged to. Every time Al entered his cubicle it was bad news. This particular co-worker was an expert in inventing excuses, making him a parasite that dumped most his work on other people. The worst part was that every time he received praise for “his" work he flaunted it before everyone, including the person he had asked to finish his job. Lucas let go of his pendant and turned his chair to face the man whose eyes were all red, as if he had just cried.

• “I'm not sleeping. What do you want, Al?"

• “Well, I... I received a phone call," he paused a moment, “it's my dear mother... She was sent to the hospital because of a stroke. It seems it is pretty bad. I... I have to go, man."

• “I hate you," said Lucas while taking his face in his hands, “I hate you so much, Al," he paused a moment. He then let his arms fall, revealing his face to the co-worker, “What was left to do on your part?"

• “I'm sorry to put all this on you, Lucas, I really am. The report is on the shared file system, in my folder. My phone will be on if you need me. Please, Lucas."

• “Whatever," said Lucas, exasperated, “just go find you mom."

• “Thank you so much. I'll repay you someday. I promise."

Lucas looked at Al who turned away and slowly left the cubicle. Al had broken Lucas' hope of sleeping for the night for the third time this month. Lucas sighed heavily before going back to his computer to take a look at the report that needed polishing. Once he opened it, he saw that the damn thing was only halfway complete! Lucas wanted to yell every curse word he knew from anger and frustration at his co-worker. But family is important, it may be the last time Al gets to see his mother. He heard the other man run in the hallway, drop him another “thank you so much" and go through the exit. Once the door to the office was closed, Lucas sat up straight in his chair and looked at his watch. It read 11pm. The man let his head fall heavily on his desk.

• “Every time. Every damn time," he whispered in disbelief before exploding from rage “I hate this job! And he obviously did only half of it before giving it to me! I fucking hate him, and I hate this damn job, and I hate this damn place."

Once he was done letting the excess of anger out, Lucas took a couple deep breaths and calmed himself. he then started working on the report, his fingers dancing on the keyboard as he was writing paragraphs for the boring document.

The buzz of his phone brought Lucas out of his trance, making him glance at the screen. It was almost out of battery, and it was already two in the morning. He got up, stretched, grabbed his mug and headed to the coffee machine in the open space part of the office. He pressed the button. But nothing came. He pushed it once again, but still nothing. The machine died on him. Lucas closed his eyes, sighed and let his arms fall to his sides. He slowly regained his composure before dragging his feet back to his cubicle and fell heavily on his chair. He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. He comforted himself by thinking about how he only had a few more things to write. As the buzzing of his phone came back he took it in his hands, unlocked it and looked at the notifications he had: an email. It was from a social network, where a friend published something. It would make for a good distraction for a small break, he thought. But when he opened the mail, he saw that Al had put a photo titled “We've arrived to the hotel for our week-end to the amusement park! I can't wait until tomorrow!"

Lucas gulped. He slowly put his phone back on the desk, trying his best not to crush it in his hands from rage. He closed his eyes. He rested his hands against his knees. He couldn't believe Al lied about his mother dying. He just couldn't believe it. It was the breaking point. The bad pay, the despicable people he had to endure, the abusive chiefs, the ridiculous policies, it was over. He was quitting and decided to make it memorable by taking revenge on this twisted place and his horrible coworkers. The beast which had been begging to be unleashed for the whole week was finally let go.

Lucas felt the changes begin: his heart rate accelerated, his breath got heavier, his body temperature rose. His hair became thicker and it progressively sprouted all over his head. His nose and mouth expanded forward, growing into a snout while his ears moved to the top of his head and elongated into long, floppy black-furred ears. His whole face was covered in the thick pelt, white on the snout, brown on the cheeks and brows and black everywhere else. His eyes changed to a light aqua green colour, making them stand out from the dark fur of his face.

The transforming man's silver pendant was slowly being engulfed in the fluffy white fur that was growing all over his pectorals while black fur was sprouting in his back and shoulders. A small patch of brown appeared in between his white chest and black shoulders.

Under his suit's sleeves, Lucas's forearms grew thick brown hair that extended to his hands and left just the tip of his fingers white. His paw-like hands became broader as soft pads appeared on their palms and nails morphed into sharp black claws.

Thick black fur sprouted all over the weredog's abdominals and lower back, straining the suit over it. His tailbone elongated and slowly became a black tail with a white tip. It was still concealed in his pants and boxers briefs yet, growing along his right leg. His pubis and crotch were getting covered in white fur as the pelt continued reaching further down on his body.

Lucas' calves and feet grew brown fur, while the tip of his toes became white. His feet were slowly changing into canine paws, becoming much larger than what his shoes could handle. He was all too happy when the uncomfortable footwear yielded under the pressure and burst apart, freeing his growing paws. His toenails slowly became claws, tearing the front part of the white socks that were constraining his feet.

Lucas groaned from satisfaction as he was now fully transformed. His fur continued growing thicker and longer, progressively adding more strain to his suit. He wanted to caress himself and feel his fluffy fur but he couldn't as his suit was in the way.

Lucas stood up and admired his weredog form, which he loved so much. The first time the he transformed, he was a little freaked out. But ever since he was waiting impatiently for it to happen again, loving every time it did. With his stronger body, he would be able to get out of this job with a bang. Literally.

The bernese anthro dog slowly walked to Al's cubicle, wondering what he could do to him to get his revenge for all the times he had been an asshole. He realized that the co-worker's session was still open and that he was downloading shady files from the internet. Lucas sat in the chair, opened one of the videos and blushed as he saw that it was porn. But it made him grin. He unplugged Al's headset and put the volume on maximum for a big surprise if he dared watch one of those videos while at work. And to make sure he would never listen to anything again while at work, he snipped the cable of the headphones.

The weredog opened the drawers of Al's cubicle and discovered and brand new video game console. It was paused in the middle of a game... So that was why he hadn't been able to finish his report! Lucas grinned wider as he used his strong arms to break the device in two before putting in back in the drawer. A pulse of power hit the bernese dog, making him huff as the heat that preceded his transformation came back. Puzzled, he stared at his body while wondering what was happening. His muscles were swelling! No, wait, his whole body was!

Lucas panted from pleasure as he looked at his growing body: his clothes were tightening over his form, making his shirt and jacket's buttons pop one after the other. He turned his attention to his arms and saw that his shirt's sleeves reached only to two thirds of his forearm. His pants were getting tight over his expanding thighs and calves. His belt was digging in his waist until the buckle broke, freeing space for the weredog to grow into. His cock started poking out of his sheath, tenting the front of his pants as the whole experience was bringing him great pleasure. He waited impatiently for more. But he realized it had stopped there, he wasn't growing anymore, making him whine weakly from frustration. He lost himself in his thoughts, wondering what had just happened.

Unable to explain what was going on with his sudden growth spurt, Lucas then turned his attention to other places on the cubicle. There was a family photo of Al with old people, probably his parents, in a beautiful frame. If his family was important to him he wouldn't joke about them. So Lucas used his claws to break the glass protecting the photo before shredding his parasitic coworker off of the photo. He then got up and grabbed a handful of pens, striking them into the expensive looking office chair, tearing the fake leather in the process. Al's better watch where he's going to sit on Monday!

The tingling came back to Lucas as he felt himself grow once again. Because of his widening neck, his necklace broke. The silver cross fell on the ground with a dinging sound. The weredog knelt and grabbed it in his growing hand, before getting up and going back to his own cubicle to put down the pendant there. When he got back there, he realized the office seemed a little bit smaller than earlier. He looked around and saw that he was growing not only in breadth but also in height! It made him howl as his arousal went up once again.

Lucas wasn't done with getting his revenge on his co-workers. While getting back to his own cubicle, he passed before Ned's workstation. He went back there and entered the cubicle. The main problems with this guy were all exposed in plain sight: the company phone, mobile phone, headset and pager were all there. Ned was the noisiest person he had ever met and many asked him if he was deaf. When he was talking, or rather yelling, the whole office could hear him. Probably the whole building could. The worst part of it all was that he was needed in so many meetings and important phone calls that you would know exactly where he was without even seeing him. Lucas grabbed the cellphone and pager and smashed them against each other, letting the broken pieces of it fall on the ground. He then formed a fist with his hand and crushed the phone. And finally he drove the headset through the computer monitor. Monday would have felt so peaceful and calm if he wasn't quitting this night!

Lucas felt the surge of power rise in him, making his muscles bulge with strength. His pectorals and abdominals were getting well defined, his biceps expanded into his suit's creaking sleeves. His tie snapped from the pressure brought by his broadening neck and slipped from his collar before falling on the ground. The back of his pants tore in a loud shriek, freeing the generous butt of the weredog from its tight prison and finally allowing his tail to break free and wag from excitement. Large tears opened in both his shirt and jacket from the back of his neck to his tail. The shoulder seams tore, detaching the sleeves from the main part of the cloth, though they were staying in place around his arms thanks to the beefy muscles that were straining them. His socks were constricting his growing paws, but because of the holes opened by his claws earlier they were slowly tearing apart too. He was getting extremely aroused by the experience, making his hardening cock tent his boxers while forming a wet spot of pre.

The bernese weredog was amazed by what was happening to him, everything he destroyed brought him more growth. He reached to seven and a half feet by now and looked deliciously fit. It was now time for the main part: his chief's private office. The thought alone made his cock harden faster in his briefs, adding more pressure to the already over-strained fabric. He slowly walked through the hallway with a wide grin on his face, passing before an unoccupied cubicle, then the ancient printer-photocopier, then Meg's cubicle, and finally another cubicle before he stopped in his track while thinking about something. He turned back and stood in front of the massive printer. He opened the paper drawer and it was empty, as always. He went to Meg's cubicle, and it was as he thought. Once again, there were piles of printed paper messily stacked all over the old hag's desk. Was it that hard to put paper in the drawer when you use the last sheet?

He walked back to the printer, grabbed it and pulled it in his arms, amazed by how easy it felt with his strong muscles. He hopped excitedly once again toward his chief's office and stopped at the paper-eating hag's cubicle. He took a few step back, and then went forward to build momentum before throwing the printer onto Meg's workstation with all his might. Paper was sent flying all over the cubicle as computer, desk and printer were all destroyed from the impact.

Lucas wiped his hands, satisfied, while resuming his walk toward his boss' office. Clothes started tearing with loud ripping sounds, reminding him that he had just destroyed a lot with that throw. He looked at his body, admiring the fast growth as it began anew. His calves and thighs grew so large that his pants tore in dozen of rags that flew everywhere. Pressure added to his boxers briefs as the cock and balls inside grew too massive for it. The cloth tore in the front, freeing his large cock from the pressure. The rip in the back made by his tail expanded all the way to his sloshing balls. His hips broadening made the boxer's waistband snap, cutting it in two parts, one for each of his legs. His biceps bulged with power, tearing apart the sleeves of both his shirt and jacket. His neck grew with strength, breaking the two collars and making the two last pieces of his shirt and jacket fall. His paws grew larger and broader once again, ripping his socks in many places and leaving nothing but thin threads barely holding their ground. Finally the last of his boxers briefs gave way under the widening thighs, sending the last piece of cloth that was covering him on the ground in pieces.

Now completely nude, there was nothing holding the bernese anthro from growing anymore. He packed on inches after inches as he resumed walking toward his boss' office. He bumped into a table in the open space part of the office, the one with the coffee machine. He grumbled before he decided to flatten the table and the machine under his growing paw before kicking the remnants of it out of his way. Because of his increase to nine feet tall, he had to crouch to not bump into the ceiling. His large cock was hardening and his knot was filling out his sheath. His dick was already a foot long, almost fully hard, and his apple sized balls hung low, filled with cum for what he planned next.

Lucas opened the door to his boss' office and wondered how he would pass through the far too small frame. He decided not to bother and smashed the wall, creating a passage that was just big enough for him to be able to go through. A few hours prior, he was jealous of this workstation which had all the best electronic equipment anyone could dream for. But now, he pitied it. His boss had started bashing on him since the day he learned Lucas was gay, so the growing weredog planned something very special for this revenge here. The weredog kicked the office chair so hard it flew out the window along shattered glass. He then sat before the computer and worked his throbbing cock with one hand, while he used his other to explore his new large body, massaging gently the slowly expanding muscles he packed under his fluffy fur. He pinched slightly his nipple, earning himself a loud moan and making his knot slide out of his sheath to reveal the orange-sized ball of flesh. He then started playing with his balls, massaging them gently. He worked his dick faster, making it leak more pre as he approached his peak.

Lucas felt the growth come back from destroying the table, chair and window, making him pant and moan loudly from pleasure. He reached his orgasm fast and he made sure to aim his cock at his boss' belongings as it started shooting ropes of cum all over the electronic equipment. Nothing escaped the flood coming out of the weredog's impressive spire. Dual monitors were soaked, keyboard was ruined and mouse was drowning. Even the computer case had its share of potent seed. All of the homophobic boss' workstation was ruined with the sheer amount of cum that covered it. Lucas panted some more, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm he ever had.

One thing was for sure. Despite the fact that he had to find another job, he was feeling extremely satisfied of the way he said goodbye to his awful co-workers and the way he gave his resignation to his boss. He slowly got up and crawled back to his desk while smashing anything that was in his way, adding yet more size to his frame. When he reached his desk, he grabbed his silver cross, smartphone, wallet and a few more things before leaving the place once and for all with no regret at all.