She wasn't supposed to feel this way. At least, not so early in her employment. Hunched over her desk, huffing into the stale air of her cubicle, she waited for her sips of tea to take effect and bring the peace and calm its vulpine mascot so gaudily advertised. She was willing to try anything and everything to guarantee that her first meeting would go off without a hitch, but her strange, last-minute purchase down the road didn't seem to be working. In fact, she could feel her body burn and shiver with unnatural tension, making her sweat and pant as if on the throes of yet another anxiety attack.
She hoped that no one heard her growl of frustration and dismay as she dug nails into her palms, grit her pointed teeth, and demanded herself to regain control. A sudden jerk let out as she clamped her thighs together with a gasp and a blush. She didn't see the orange and white hairs prickling between her legs, but she certainly felt the warmth and sensitivity circling her nethers. It crept upward and downward, brushing her like a lover's caress, and her breath hitched as, unbidden, the attractive coworker down the hall crossed her mind. She cleared her throat and crossed her legs, trying (and failing) to rally the professional demeanor responsible for her hiring in the first place.
She thought of the coworker again, gasping quietly as her ears perked outward, and she bit her lip and squirmed her lower body around before she could stop herself. She sat like that, letting pressure and tiny, quick hip movements drive her impromptu fantasy. She shifted in her seat for support, her shoes bulging at the front and slipping free of her rising, hair-covered heels. Her upper lip trembled as whiskers slid out above it while her lower lips burned from the heat and itches of thick fur, twitching moistly against her intimates' delicate fabric. The warmth around her belly crept upwards, sliding between her breasts and under the straps of her straining bra. She brought a trembling hand to the collar of her shirt and fumbled with the top button. It flew off, as did the next few, severed by the deadly points on the tips of her throbbing fingers. She moaned quietly as her cleavage exposed itself, and fresh, white fur gathered at her chest and neck as she panted. A gasp escaped her toothy maw, slit-pupilled eyes widening and long ears swivelling.
A lump suddenly appeared in the back of her work skirt, making her yelp as the fur between her legs became slightly more matted. She threw herself forward, rattling paperwork and the cup of tea on her desk. Her nails dug trenches into the desk's surface as she snarled and arched her back, fur bristling in waves up and down her spine. She pressed herself against the desk and raised her buttocks, and she whined as her darkening nose caught the scent of a woman or animal in need. A thick, bushy tail rushed out from under her skirt, flinging aside semi-translucent panties and bristling in the air, and she yowled as she teetered on a precipice of pleasure.
Eyes squeezed shut, ears flattened, tail raised, snout wrinkled and ever so slightly longer, she rolled her hips against the air. Her breathless moans built into a series of high-pitched whines as she begged herself to finish, realizing just before her sharp yelp and violent buck that she was neither alone nor likely employed any longer.
Tags: transformation, nerdy girl, anthro transformation, fox transformation, breast expansion, pleasure
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Story by Watsup |
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Artwork by Shonemitsu, Slasher |
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